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He guys! Here's a continuation of my first story, Pozzing Jeff. The first entry is also an entry in the "Tell me a story, PArt 2" thread. This will be a story I continue off and on. Enjoy the first part! ------- Jeff's Conquests Ch. 1 Bens POV I was boned the entire drive to Jeff's place. He said he had a surprise for me, although I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. My thoughts were interrupted I approached his house and pulled into his driveway. At the same moment my phone buzzed. 'Good timing', I thought to myself. There was a text message on my phone which read <<Just walk in as soon as you get here. Dont worry about knocking >> I smiled walking to his door. I quickly shut it behind me before turning around and getting a view of the interior. The wet spot on my jeans doubled in size. Jeff's head was rolled back on the headrest with his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. He had his knees wide, allowing the slim twink with the brown spiked hair better access to his rock hard cock. He had slipped it out of his jeans and the slut was bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I slowly made my way over and took a seat next to him. He looked up and smiled at me with that look only some one in the throws of ecstasy can make. I smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and out tongues danced for a few minutes before he pulled back. “I was afraid we had scared you off,” I admitted. “Well, for the first two days you did. I kept going over it in my mind. I was so conflicted. I was so horny, yet so scared.” “So what happened?” I asked. He leaned back up, gave me a quick kiss and answered "Well, I got sick. Not terribly, but enough to know what was happening. You see, the whole time I obsessed over it, I never got around to getting to the doctor,” he said with a smile. "Officially I got the news yesterday.” I leaned down, gave him a sloppy kiss, and murmured “Fuck baby, that's so hot. You're carrying my strain.” “Fuck yeah I am. I was so boned in the doctor's office. By the time I got back to the car my briefs were soaked with precum.” “Damn, that's fuckin' hot, babe. You on meds yet?” “Not yet. Not sure if or when I will go on them.” “Great," I grunted, asking “so, who is this beautiful cocksucking slut?” “This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Ben.” Andrew paused, looked over at me, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants, although before he took my cock in his mouth, he did murmur “Pleased to meet you.” “Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was like silk. I let him work my cock for a few minutes before turning back to Jeff and asking “How'd you two meet?” “Breeding Zone. He saw a comment I left on a story and messaged me. We made arrangements for tonight, and the rest, as they say, is history. I didn't tell him about you until you walked in.” “Fucking hot. Holy fuck that mouth is so hot. I was edging at home, and boy, he's got me fuckin close.” Andrew pulled off my cock and slowly jerked me, giving me a broad smile of self satisfaction, only to comment “We can't have that. Your load needs to go somewhere else.” I looked back at him, returned his smile and asked “You know what you're getting into?” “Fuck yeah. My boyfriend has fantasized about getting me pozzed. Figured it was time to surprise him,” he answered, matching my smile. “Fucking hell that's hot!” I exclaimed as I leaned down and kissed him, cuffing him lightly as I praised him saying “Good boy.” Jeff leaned over to whisper in my ear while Andrew returned to his cock. A smile quickly spread across my face as I got up, took my pants off and left the room. I was back in less than a minute after finding what I was looking for. I got on the floor behind Andrew and lowered his pants. Fuck his ass was beautiful. He was thin, but beautifully sculpted. His ass was perfect, round and tight, and his cheeks parted ever so slightly, allowing me a peak at the prize just beyond. I couldn't help myself and leaned in and pressed my tongue from bottom to top, causing him to push back against my face and to moan around Jeff's dick. Jeff in the meantime threw his head back against the couch. I spent about twenty minutes eating the slut's hole. He was having a difficult time sucking dick while trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I could feel how tight he was; I could barely get my tongue any deeper than his opening. Both of our dicks were leaving a pool of precum on the floor. Pulling back I admired his hole. He was thin and hairless, his tight hole was glistening and peaking back at me. I grabbed the Elbow Grease (I'll need to tell Jeff it's my favourite) and applied some to Andrew's hole. He may have looked tight, but my finger slid in easily, and in no time, another slipped in beside. The slut was ready. I pulled out the toothbrush that Jeff had me grab and slowly slid it into Andrew's hole. He grunted and looked back at me. I pulled out the brush and showed him, explaining “Relax baby,” as I reinserted the brush, adding “We're just getting you ready to accept our seed.” He pushed his ass back towards me and returned to Jeff's dick. For ten minutes I slowly worked that brush in and out of him. He grunted in pain a few times, but for the most part he moaned in genuine pleasure. In no time the bristles were a light shade of pink, and I knew he was ready. For that matter, so to was I - or so the large pool of precum on the floor under my cock seemed to indicate. “Looks like you're ready, slut,” I said, showing him the brush. “Jeff, would you like to to he honours?” “Fuck yeah!” “Remember to savour it. This is the first time your cock has been in an ass since converting. This your first poz cock, boy?” “Yes sir. I've never been so turned on!” “Good boy. Why don't you climb on top of Jeff? I think it's time for you to get pozzed up.” I didn't need to say anymore as Andrew slowly got up, removed the balance of his clothing and climbed up on the couch. Jeff in the mean time lubed his cock and was holding it straight up, primed to take Andrew's poz cherry. Jeff was leaking like a faucet. More than I was in fact. I understood how he was feeling. This is his first ass after learning he was poz, and even more exciting was the fact that the hole was neg and wanted his poz cock. Andrew straddled Jeff and slowly began to impale himself on his cock. I sat back on a chair opposite them and jerked myself watching them. Both threw their heads back amd moaned as Andrew made his way to the base of Jeff's cock. Andrew remained motionless for a moment before slowly starting to rise up on the rock hard piece of flesh inside him before slowly dropping back down. I couldnt help but think how hot it would be for Andrew to have a biohazard sign tattooed on his lower back. Fuck my cock was so sore! “Fuck Jeff your cock is so big!” “You like that cock, faggot? That's a real man's cock fucking you.” "Hell, fuck yes, Sir. Poz my ass, please?” "Yeah you want my toxic seed? I'm almost there, faggot. You sure you want it?” "Oh fuck yes! I need it so bad! Please poz me up! I need your HIV!” “Ugh, fuck, here it cums! Fuck your ass is so tight! Ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking take it!” And with that Jeff started to unload into Andrew. I could see his hole quiver from my seat, and I could see the spasms of his cock as he fired off his potent seed into the willing slut. I needed a piece of that! “Oh fuck I can feel it!” exclaimed Andrew as he came to rest on Jeff's thighs. He leaned down and kissed before slowly getting off and laying on the couch next to his breeder. He had that blissed out well fucked expression on his face. I couldn't take it anymore and got up. “You ready for another poz cock?” I asked, my hard cock pointing the way. “I'm not sure. He really fucked me good!” “Too bad. You got me all worked up and I need to breed. Get on the floor, I've got a potent load for you as well. “Yes Sir!” Andrew saluted before getting off the couch. “How do you want me?” “On your knees, face down, ass up.” He assumed what I think of as the perfect cumdump position. There was a light ring of cum around his hairless ass, and as I was lined-up my cock to his hole, a small drop of Jeff's seed escaped. “Fuck your hole is so beautiful. I cant wait to destroy it!” I remarked as I slid balls deep into him. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!” “I'm not going to last long! I've been on edge for hours!” “Give it to me! Poz me up!" “Fuck, stud, here it cums! Take my toxic seed!” With that I slammed into his ass and unloaded my two day load. “Fuck!” Andrew screamed and I felt his hole clamp down on my cock. I knew what was happening. Jeff did the same thing when I first unloaded into him. The slut was cumming. After a minute to catch my breath, I slowly pulled out of Andrew. A torrent of cum poured out of his ass. Jeff appeared with the same butt plug I gave to him the night we destroyed his ass. He slid it into Andrew. “Keep that in for as long as you can. And when you get the fuck flu call me!” “Will do!” We slowly got dressed and chatted for a bit while drinking beer. Andrew has a smile on his face the entire time. I can't wait to hear what his fiance thinks!

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

As my bf is out of town on business I'm taking his his clothes for M.A.L. MAL is a very large leather event and a lot of sex goes on either at the hotel or at the NKP party. I get a cab to take me and our bags up to Penn Station for the train ride to Washington DC. I'm getting down to D.C. early as I have to get things ready for my M/s family. From Union Station I take a cab but it's only a 2 block ride to the host hotel , I need a cab as the bags are a bit much for me. I check in to into the room my bf , brothers and I will staying. I also get the room that our M/s family will be using and made sure the beds & all the other furniture is removed from as tomorrow the truck is coming with the slings, cross & fuck bench. I have some free time so I want to go out to the Vietnam Memorial as I want to see my uncle name on the wall. I need to send pictures and a pencil shadow of it and send it back home to my father. Thursday Will be a big day for me as later I will be doing a conversion. The truck shows up and I help get the equipment up to the room and set it up. Master Tom shows and see how we have the room set up and wants the bathroom set up for a sure shot that he brought. Master Tom tells me I will be his slave for the weekend as he puts a leather collar on me and locks it. Master Tom tells me I should be ready at 9pm. I'm ready as it's not the first time I converted someone. Kneeling on the floor I'm waiting for the knock on the door. Master Tom gets ups opens the door and this big leather daddy walks in with a bag. He walks up to me and physically forces my mouth open and is swabbing the inside of my mouth. He wants to make sure I'm Poz as , so as they are waiting to 20 minutes for the results they are talking about that his boy is something like me. He looks at the test results and smiles and ask Master Tom what my last VL test was 600,000. He grabs the leash to my collar and is dragging me out of the room. All I'm wearing is a jock strap , leather harness and my collar. In the elevator a few see us and I hear someone says nice ass on this boy. Little does he know it's not my ass that will be working tonight. We get to the room and on the bed naked except for a chest harness is this young skinny blue eye blond boy. If is who I'm to convert tonight. So I go over to him but his Master pushed me away as he slaps him and says this will be the one who is going to knock you up. He takes his are and out of know ware comes a rubber band and a syringe and slams this boy good. He hands me 2 pills and says I want your dick hard, now go to it. I go right up to him and give him a kiss and he says to me thank you for this. As I'm kissing him I put my finger in his ass and I'm shock as to how tight his hole is. I ask his owner for lube and owner says just spit as that is all that is needed. The slam this boy received was a big one, so I have him on all fours and what pretty hole that real tight. I have a Prince Albert with a Circular barbell and one of the balls is set up to tear up the inside of a hole. I go down on his hole and tongue his hole. I spit and start to work my PA in and this has to be a virgin hole. His owner gives him poppers and tells him to inhale real deep , then tells me to shove my dick balls deep in and fuck this boy with a body to die for as fast and hard as I can. I have not cum in 3 weeks so when I cum it's a big one and did it feel great. I pull my dick out and with this tight hole and the good work my PA did my dick is covered with pick cum and some dark streaks of blood. The boy is hurting but his Master orders him to clean my dick off. He refuses so out comes a cattle prod and gives his boy a hit. The boy jump and is now willing to clean my dick. After he does this I give him a nice kiss on his cum covered face. We waited a wile before round two and this time his hole was nice and open with the best lube there is as nothing beats cum lube. After I dump another load in the boy his owner gave him another slam. The boy hole is really wreck now as I really cut him up. Round three was about the same but as I was cumming his Master spread my butt checks spit on my hole then climbed on top of me and started to fuck me. His dick is big 9 X 6 witch is nice for me as he fuck me as hard as he can and gives me a nice big load. After he climbs off of me he slaps my ass, WOW nice hole you have nice and a louse hole is made for fucking. He grabs my arm and the syringe is empty as he finds a vain and takes my blood out , then he does it twice more. He then goes to his boy and does not clean his arm and inject all 3 needles of my blood into his boy. On the way back to my room I can feel his cum leaking out of my hole. I hope no one in the elevator notice it. When I get back he tells Master Tom that I was great and hopes they take care of me.

Last week I went to a sex party at a hotel. When I arrived soon after the start there were about a half-dozen already there, making out and sucking dick. I stripped and approached the group, and started to kiss and touch two of them. More guys kept arriving and soon there were several groups, all getting into it. It was a good mix of ages, skewing mid-30's to mid-50's, but with some younger and older. Most height-weight proportionate, and there were quite a few with big tools. Very quickly I found myself being rimmed by a guy who was shorter than me and was really in heat. He licked and tongued my hole, warming my entire body. After a few minutes he stood and slid his dick in my hole, fucking me with quick strokes. His cock was average sized, which is what I prefer for my first cock, until I'm opened-up. He didn't take very long to cum, loudly, to the approval of the room. My inner slut was proud that I was the first to get a load. I didn't take a break, but immediately began making out with a lean guy with a nice seven inch thick cock, alternated sucking and kissing him. Not only was he was a great kisser, he was also great at fucking my ass. Several times I did ass to mouth, tasting lube and cum. He tried to hold back, but finally shot a big load deep in my ass. This fuck, like the first one, was a standing fuck, where I was bent over a bit as he held my chest in his arms, or as he held my hips. He stayed in for a while before he slowly slid out. We kissed, I cleaned his cock, and kissed again. It was raw and passionate. Our connection was animalistic - which is nice to encounter. I took a little break, wandered over to some of the other boys, kissing and touching, then sucking. A youngish, tall, heavy in a good way black guy arrived. As soon as he was naked I went to work on his dick, getting it hard, squeezing his nipples as he indicated, and just enjoying feeling his enormous arms. I turned and guided his seven inch plus meat into my cum-lubed hole. We fucked a while. Others watched us, until he got soft, at which time we separated a for a bit. After a while another guy started to fuck him, and he was really enjoying it. He was frantically jerking off, and sensing he was close, I turned my ass toward him. One big spurt landed on my butt before he shoved his rod in me and dumped the rest of his load into the mix which was already there. He was sweating a lot - from both his orgasm and the heat of all the horny men. Next, another skinny guy with a big dick, mutual sucking before he had me crouch on the bed's edge and mounted me. He slid in and out, loving the sloppiness. He said he was vers and asked to be fucked. It is rare for me to fuck, my physical DNA and psychological character is bottom, built to take DNA. But since he had fucked me, and I wanted to keep help sustain the hot vibe at the party, I obliged. It was a nice hole, and he said he appreciated that my dick was so hard. Soon he was back in me, more ass-to-mouth, then he went on to a short, thin, young guy who was laying his back. The lucky kid got his load, when the kid asked me to also fuck his ass, which I did. As we fucked he said it was the first time he had been fucked while carrying a load in in his ass, and that he really wanted me to add my spunk to the mix. He felt amazing, reminding me why cum is the best lube. But I wasn't ready to shoot, as I was hoping for one more myself, or to cum while I was taking it up the ass, so I withdrew and another guy immediately took my place. I moved around, sucking and kissing, and got fucked a couple more times. The last one was hot, lean muscle 20-something with a big, uncut cock. Then it was 7:00 and I had to leave. It had been a damn hot party with a lot of cock and cum in less than two hours. I jerked off that night reliving the experience as I played with my cum-saturated hole. That night and the next day none of it leaked out, so all of it was absorbed. I hope there is another party soon!

Part 4 I discovered that the campus toilet was really active and I had many horny experiences in there. I made full use of the glory holes and lost count of how many cocks I sucked there during my time in Hamburg. I also used the glory holes for more than just sucking and quite often I would be backed up to the glory hole with my pants down, being fucked through the hole by a usually anonymous cock. In fact I took almost as many loads in my arse as I did in my mouth. One afternoon I was in the campus toilet and I had just sucked two guys off, one after the other. Nothing happened for a while and the I heard someone entering the cubicle next to me. I heard a belt being unbuckled and the sound of someone unzipping and pulling his trousers down. There was silence for a minute or two and then I saw an eye at the glory hole. I flashed my cock and I heard him standing up. Almost immediately a big fat cock came through the glory hole and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. I sucked on the cock for a while and then I pulled off. The guy on the other side pulled is cock back and looked through. I turned round and bent over, offering him my arse. Almost immediately the cock was pushed back through. I sucked on it again and them backed my arse on to it. It was one of the biggest cocks I had had up me for some time and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He fucked me hard and fast and after a while I could hear him getting close and soon he groaned loudly and began to fuck me even harder. I pushed back and took his load up my arse. After a while he pulled his now softening cock out my arse and I pulled my pants up. I came out of the cubicle at the same time as the guy who had just fucked me and was shocked to see it was one of the other lads on my course, a dark haired lad from the north of England called Steve. I was shocked because I had thought Steve was totally straight. He was stocky, rugby playing guy with a girlfriend who had already been over to visit him. We looked at each other for a moment and then I grinned. He grinned back and I saw him relax a little. We went for a drink and he ended up coming back to my room and fucking me again. Most of the action took place in the cubicles and through the glory holes, with some wanking and occasional sucking at the urinals. One wet afternoon I was in the toilet wanking at the urinals with three other guys. One was older and the other two were obviously students around my age. I really fancied one of them - a tall ginger lad with an impressive cock and tried to get him to come in to a cubicle with me. However, he seemed to be content to stand wanking at the urinal and I was on the point of giving up when the door to the toilet opened noisily and a blond guy with curly hair came in. He looked mid twenties, and, although it was only around four o'clock in the afternoon, seemed to be a bit drunk. He looked around with a kind of spaced out expression and then walked over to the sinks which were just to the side of the urinals. To my surprise he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, holding on to the sink and pushing his arse out. Nothing happened for a while and then the ginger lad moved back from the urinal. I thought he was going to leave but he walked over to the blond guy, felt his arse, and then pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees. He wanked his cock a few times and then stood behind the blond guy, pushed his cock right up him and began to fuck. It was one of the horniest things I had seen yet as the ginger guy fucked him hard and fast right out in the middle of the toilet. I watched and wanked with the other two guys until the ginger lad shot his load. When he pulled out the blond guy stayed bent over and I had no hesitation in taking the ginger guy's place. I pushed my cock up the blond guy and fucked him - and after just ten or twelve thrusts I shot my load right up him. The older of the other two guys followed and then the younger one. The blond guy took four loads up him, one after the other, before pulling up his pants and stumbling drunkenly out of the toilet. Towards the end of my time in Hamburg I was at a party with the other foreign students in one of the campus bars. I got talking to a Spanish guy and we ended up in a cubicle in the toilets where he fucked me hard up against the cubicle wall before grunting and shooting his load up me. He was out of there in seconds and ignored me for the rest of the night. I didn't really care but by the end of the evening I was really drunk and horny. I decided to take a walk down the Reeperbahn, which at that time was a notorious area in Hamburg full of sex shops, cinemas and other dubious establishments. As I walked down the Reeperbahn, Laura Branigan's "Self Control" was blaring out of one of the bars. I still had the Spanish guy's load up me and I had a pleasant, squelchy feeling in my arse as I walked along and I was feeling on a bit of a high. To this day whenever I hear that song I get a feeling of excitement and anticipation. I had browsed around a couple of gay sex shops during my time in Hamburg and I had wanted to go in to one of the sex cinemas to see what it was like but I had never felt quite brave enough to go in. In my drunken state I had no such inhibitions and soon I had paid my entrance fee and was being buzzed through. I stumbled into the dark cinema and for the first time saw two fit guys fucking on the big screen. I had never experienced anything like this and I was really turned on. It took me a little while for my eyes to acclimatise to the dark and then I went for a wander round the cinema. A couple of older guys had their cocks out wanking as they watched the porn on the screen. I was standing at the back of the cinema enjoying the porn when I noticed an older guy standing next to me. He had his cock out and soon I was down sucking him off. It was not too long before I was bent over the back of a chair in the back row being fucked. I was the youngest in there by some way and looked even younger than my 20 years. I don't know how many guys fucked me that night - I was too drunk and too horny to care as I took one cock up me after another. At one point I took my trousers and pants off so that I could spread my legs to let a Turkish guy with a particularly thick cock fuck me even harder. I think just about everyone in the place fucked me and when it was over I could feel the cum running down my legs. I was starting to sober up and I realised I had better get out of there. I searched for my jeans and pants but they were no where to be seen. I had a momentary panic - it was a hot summer evening and I was only wearing a T shirt - which now was the only thing I had on apart from my socks and shoes. Fortunately eventually I found my jeans crumpled in a heap under one of the seats. I never did find my underpants - for all I know some old guy had taken them home to wank over. I managed to catch the last underground train and soon I was back in my room on campus, a big smile on my face and more cum up my arse than I had ever had before... I was coming to the end of my three months in Hamburg now and I had enjoyed every minute of it. During my last week I found another public toilet. This one was on a busy road near a junction but I found it was quite active in there. I ended up wanking with two other guys - an older guy in a suit and a younger, good looking guy in the uniform of a well known delivery company. Soon I was bent over sucking the suited guy while the delivery guy had his hand down the back of my pants, fingering my arse. I was just getting in to it when the guy I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuffed it back in his pants. I was really disappointed but he motioned to me to follow him. He went out of the toilet and round the back of the toilet block where there was a wooded area. He led me to the back of the wooded area where there was a little clearing which couldn't be seen from the road. The delivery guy joined us and soon I was bent over sucking the first guy while the delivery guy fucked me up the arse. He came quite quickly and when he pulled out I offered my arse to the suited guy. He shook his head and motioned to me to keep sucking him. I went back down on his cock and it wasn't too long before he shot his cum into my mouth. He left quite quickly and I was just about to follow him when I heard a noise behind me. I turned round and a young blond lad who looked no more than about 18 stepped out from behind the bushes. I wasn't sure if he had been watching but he looked at me uncertainly and then smiled shyly as I walked towards him. He soon had his cock out and I got down on my knees and started sucking him. I had the feeling he wasn't going to last long and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked if he could fuck me. I guess he had been watching and I was well up for being fucked again. I pulled my pants down again and bent over. The young lad stood behind me, fumbling a little has he tried to push his cock up my arse. I pulled my cheeks apart to help him get his cock into my arse and soon he was right up me it up me. I turned my head to look at him and he grinned and shyly told me "I've never done this before." So that was where the young German lad had his first fuck - pants down in a clearing behind a public toilet. He fucked me well considering it was his first time, but as I had thought he didn't last very long before he shot his cum into my arse. He pulled out and I stood up. He was panting, a blissed out look on his face as he pulled up his pants and trousers and we walked out of the wooded area back towards the road. A bicycle was propped up against a tree just by the road and he grinned, climbed onto it and cycled off. I was now back at uni in Glasgow and during my final two years I joined a gay youth group and began to meet people and make friends, including my first real boyfriend. I still cruised public toilets for sex now and then though and had a few more horny experiences. One afternoon I was heading towards one of my favourite public toilets when I saw someone I knew coming out - one of my older brother's best friends. Ronnie was a few years older than me and I didn't really like him. He used to make fun of me and I thought he was a bit of a bully. I knew his work sometimes took him down to Glasgow but I had no desire to meet him and certainly didn't want him to see me in a public toilet. It didn't really occur to me to wonder just what Ronnie was doing in a public toilet in a park in a quiet area of the city - I knew he had a girlfriend and assumed he was straight. I had been at school with his girlfriend and to be honest I didn't like her much either. A couple of weeks later I was back in the same toilet. There was no one about but I could hear two guys talking in the cubicle next to me and I was sure I recognised one of the voices - I was sure it was Ronnie. Trying to be as quiet as possible I climbed up on to the toilet and I could hear the voices easier now. A quick look over the cubicle wall confirmed it was indeed Ronnie. He was in there with another guy - a fit stocky dark haired guy. Both had their pants down and I watched as Ronnie went down on the other guy and began to suck his cock. I was really turned on as I watched Ronnie sucking cock and even more so as a little later I watched him bending over the toilet. I had a perfect view from above as the dark haired guy pushed his cock up Ronnie's arse and began to fuck him. Ronnie was groaning and telling the guy to fuck him harder. "Fuck me, fuck me" he moaned "fuck me like a bitch" Although I didn't like Ronnie much it was one of the horniest things I have seen. I watched as the guy fucked Ronnie, shooting his cum deep into Ronnie's arse and shot my load down the cubicle wall. When he pulled out, Ronnie sat down on the toilet and took the guy's cock into his mouth. I was shocked - I had never seen anyone suck a cock that had just been up their arse - and the fact that it was my brother's supposedly straight mate doing it made it even more horny. Two years later, Ronnie was best man at my brother's wedding and as I watched him standing at the alter next to my brother I couldn't help picturing him bent over the toilet begging a total stranger to fuck him like a bitch... The next year flew by and soon it was the day of my graduation. I had a few hours to spare before the ceremony and, feeling horny as usual, headed to one of my favourite toilets. One of the cubicles was occupied and I had a quick look under the door. I saw two pairs of feet and went into the next cubicle. I climbed on to the toilet and looked over. A chubby blond lad was bent over the toilet, pants down being fucked by an older guy. I knew the lad who was being fucked - he was a student in my year although I wasn't sure what he was studying. I had seen him in there quite often and knew he never refused a cock - either in his mouth or up his arse and I had fucked him a few times myself. The older guy shot his load and left the cubicle and another guy took his place. I watched as he too shot his load up the blond lad and then slipped into the cubicle and fucked him myself. Later on I saw him at the graduation ceremony - he was graduating too and was posing for photographs with his proud parents. "If only they knew" I thought. After graduation I moved down to London. I was now firmly in my safe sex period. It took me a while to establish myself and the first few years in London weren't the best of times. However by the mid nineties I was established. I had friends and a job I enjoyed. Life was good. I had been in a relationship for a while and was now single. I continued to practice safe sex on every occasion. But I was also feeling bored and a bit rebellious. I had continued practicing safe sex on every occasion but I was now getting tired of always doing the right thing. At that time I had a job which took me out and about all over north London. I knew there were still quite a few active public toilets and from time to time I would join in the action. I always played safe but I was becoming more and more tempted not to bother. It would not be too long before I would be enjoying some more horny times in public toilets - but this time there would be no condoms.... Part 5 to follow

It wasn't THAT bad... Well, rawboyz, here are my thoughts about yesterday's CumUnion at Steamworks Toronto. You know I wanted to be totally versatile. I arrived at Steamworks Toronto at 9:00 PM, settled in to my private room, lubed my hole, and then walked around to see who's who. The usual. In the middle dark space I knelt on the padded step and waited for guys to come by and open my hole up, waiting about 15 minutes in the open room, and another 15 minutes in a small room. NOTHING! Oh well. Then I entered a long, narrow, dimly lit darkroom where I bent over, ass up, awaiting. I received plenty of pats and slaps, and one guy pulled my jockstrap like a rubber band (which felt nice), but again, there were no hard dicks for my hole. So I went back to my room. Enough with pointless walking. It was time to watch some porn, of which there was a good selection, even some bb. After a while I thought 'Why not top some guy and see what happens?', so I went back out into the play area. Immediately I found a number of younger asses, warm and lubed, and all of which felt great. A 28 year old I fucked last Sunday at the bb orgy was there and I fucked him again in the sling area but I didn't cum in his ass. He'll get my load sometime in the future. Then, I walked back into main big dark area which I had originally visited. It was equipped with glory holes, a slurp ramp, confessionals, and a horse/bench. This time there were a whole bunch of men. I caught sight of a smooth hunky guy who was sucking getting fucked at the same time. The guy fucking the smooth hunky guy finished up. When he withdrew I didn't see a condom, so I saw this as my chance to ease my raw hard dick into his ass. And what an ass it was! It was lubed and warm and ready to get fucked. Just how I like them. The bottom didn't even look to see who was fucking him, although he moaned in approval, clearing wanting my cum. By now it was past 1:00 AM and I wanted to deposit a cum shot deep into his ass. As I fucked a whole host of younger guys before encountering smooth hunky guy, my dick was hard but sensitive. Ever get this, tops? I ended-up withdrawing my dick from his hole, explaining I wanted to jerk my dick and cum straight into his hole. He waited patiently for my load, and when I gasped "I'm about to cum" he backed on to my dick and gladly received my saved-up cum. With pleasure, I assume. After a minute of resting my dick in his ass, I knelt down so he could clean me up. My dick was very sensitive but he wanted to taste my cum - almost as a thank you. And he got it. So, all in all, rawboyz, the evening at CumUnion here at Steamworks Toronto ended NOT all that badly. Are CumUnions in your cities similar? I'd love to hear back from you! Meanwhile, happy barebacking!

Visited a hot muscle top friend in LA who invited me over for a fuck date at his place.He slammed himself and told me about Slammer and maybe taking me there if I were interested. He had me sucking his silicon enlarged fat cock while fingering my arse before giving me a booty bump. He claimed the first one didn't work and planted a second one deep up my ass. In no time I was flying and he planted his fat cock deep down my throat. Soon he suggested heading to Slammer because he wanted to fuck me in public. He put me in leather gear; leather pants and a tight leather vest showing off my athletic body and bubble butt. I felt horny as fuck when we drove to Slammer in his open Jeep and he loved showing me off as his fuck toy. In Slammer he gave me another booty bump in the bathroom and dragged my fuelled ass to the sling room. He told me to completely undress and started fucking me with the door open. Soon a small crowd formed to see me getting powerfucked by this bull and his impressive fuck tool. He encouraged the other guys to use me as well. After he was done fucking me another top took his place eating my ass and fucking me while I begged a tall and muscled young Texan to work my nipps. He edged me with the tit play while guys were taking turns eating out my ass, fingering it roughly and fucking it. The Texan shoved some fingers up my hole while I was being fucked. He was intrigued and added more fingers. I was sucking cocks from bystanders and moaning when he started forcing my ass to open wider. He leaned in and asked me if he could fist me and he knew by my moaning that I was ready. He stood beside me while he worked his big paw up my ass and with his other hand he kept working my tits. I wanted him to destroy my ass with his large fist. He worked my ass hard and loved seeing the results of his hard work. When we took a break I headed over to the gloryholes and got fucked and fisted some more before my fuckbuddy came and found me to take me home.

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

this could eventually be sort of a nowadays fashion for porn or the bottom models having had they holes already destroyed. I basically do not care about the as or hole as long as I can still feel some pressure or I could aswell fuck some pudding dessert! Talking about the view, I do agree a normal looking hole is ways more enjoyable to look at but then who will spend lots of time looking at some! One thing I know for sure, men want twinky cutie boys to have smooth or shaved tight ass & hole. I must (again) be an exception. I don't like women to be hairy & un waxed but I like men to be natural yet hairy if having hair. Whatever the place, natural looks nicer. At least up to me

It was Monday night. I met a guy on growlr. I had arranged to go over later that night. He messaged in the afternoon to say that a mate would be joining us. He asked if I was up to 'party' Hell yes my response. On e I got there, I had struck gold. They were both so sexy with anazing cocks. But we had enough chems to keep us horned all night. They were both tops too which was fine by me. I took my first load about 10 minutes into it, and then had another 4 dumped in me throughout the night.

We still have Friday & Saturday.

My kind of party...it's been a while since I was last mounted by a herd of hung stallions at a sex party...

He pulled my trousers open and down and fondled my balls. "Nice.. " he whispered, "Full of lovely spunk!" He had undone his belt as he squatted in front of me, and as he stood up he was naked with from the waist down. His cock was stiff below his sagging belly, but he wasn't interested in that. He turned round and showed me his wasted buttocks with the flesh sagging in wrinkles. He dug out some lube and smeared it over my cock., then reached back and guided it towards his hole. I gasped with shock and excitement as he pushed back and my cock slid deliciously into his perverted asshole. "Oh yeah!" He gasped. "Fuck me, dearie!" Despite feeling repulsed by his wasted body, I couldn't help thrusting in and out and gave myself up to the filthy act. Suddenly a light flickered in the stairwell. My heart lurched in fear, and then the heavy body of the ugly barman lurched into view with a torch in his hand. "Don't mind me, lads." He said. "Seen it all before. Got to check every couple of hours to make sure no druggies using the place." He came over and shone his torch on my belly. "Give us a look, then." The other man pulled himself slowly off my cock until it flopped out of his arsehole and glistened wetly in the torchlight. "Why don't you give it a go, Jim?" He grinned. "Don't mind if I do. Here hold this." He handed over the torch and loosened the belt below his heavy belly. I might as well have been a piece of meat the way they talked about me, and yet it excited me how matter of fact they could be about such filthy activities. He bared his fat, pimply backside which was pale in the reflected torchlight. "Got any lube, Bill?" The other man dug out the tube and handed it over. Jim squeezed a dollop onto a grimey forefinger then smeared it into the dark crease between his buttocks. He spread his cheeks and guided my cock into him. His hole was puffy and slack and flowered around my cock like silk as I slid up him. "Fuckin' hell!" He grunted. "You've got a nice cock, mate." He began moving back and forth on my dick as Bill shone the torch on the fat buttocks and watched me fuck him. "You can cum in him, if you want. He loves it when they spunk up him." "Yeah," Said the barman. "Shoot it! Give me your cum!" I was overwhelmed by the sheer degradation, sheer filthiness of what was happening to me, and with a sob of pleasure my cock swelled and throbbed and I felt myself spurting deep inside the man's rectum. He held still until I finished, then stood up. Spunk dripped from his hole and he dug out a dirty handkerchief and mopped it up. He pulled his trousers up said "Thanks, mate" and went up the stairs. The man called Bill ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss. "Come on, lets go up and get a drink."

Part 3 By the time I got back to my hotel I was sweaty, my clothes were filthy from the basement floor, and my ass was wet and squishy with spunk as I walked. I was also exhausted from all the pounding, and crawled into bed and fell asleep. The next morning I felt better, and smiled at myself in the bathroom mirror. Somehow, I felt I'd discovered a side of myself which I never knew existed, but was more real than anything else. I also felt a sense of surrender to my fate which got my cock hard. In my heart I gave myself up to the sheer depravity of what I'd done. So, as night began to fall I made my way back to the grubby side street with the cheap neon light flashing the bar's name off and on. Inside it was disappointingly empty apart from a couple of guys on bar stools chatting to the barman who leered when he recognised me. I blushed and ordered a beer. When his attention was distracted I walked over to the basement stairs and went down. Of course, the dark, smelly space was empty and I was just about to give up when a guy emerged from one of the cubicles. He could have been any age between 50 and 70, thin and wispy-haired wearing an old jacket and slacks. "Well.....hello you" He said in a gruff voice and grinned at me. I couldn't help but grin and say Hi back. Without any hesitation, he came over to me, clasped my hips and pulled me against his body whilst crushing my lips in a deep wet kiss which tasted of beer and cigarettes. I gasped in surprise, enjoying the perversity of the moment and my cock filled out in my trousers and pressed against his crotch. "Mmmm....nice." He said and fumbled with my belt. "Let's see what we've got here, shall we?" He opened my pants and levered my stiff cock out. "Lovely!" He grinned as his rough-skinned hands stroked me to full erection. He pushed me back against the sink, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock into his mouth, looking up at me as he began to suck and lick me. It was incredibly sexy to be in the basement toilet with his hot, wet mouth engulfing my cock, and so exciting in a perverted kind of way. ...to be continued

If this is true...so awesome you are engaged to a hot guy, but you have him hungry for OTHER raw cocks as well!! AND wanting him pozzed? Fuck yeah!?

It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock. He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. He wasn’t kidding about being hard. His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. He tried to get it in, but since I hadn’t been fucked in a couple of days, I was pretty tight. His hand left my ass briefly as I heard him spit in his hand. He started working his spit into my hole and finally got a finger in, slowly working it in and out until he was up to the third knuckle. “Damn you’re tight, bring that ass up hear so I can get it ready to fuck.” I eagerly obliged and soon we were in the 69 position with me still sucking him and him eating my ass. His full facial hair had me oozing pre-cum against his hairy chest. Soon he was putting three fingers in my ass and pulling on my balls with his other hand. “Turn around and get that cock up your ass,” he said while grabbing his next cigarette. I turned around and his pre-cum slick cock slid into my ass pretty easily until I got to middle where it bulged out even bigger than the tip. I started riding him slowly while he smoked his cigarette. “Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock with your shitter you little bitch.” I tried to squeeze the thick cock in my sphincter, but I could barely put any pressure on it. “Come on you little slut, squeeze my fuckin’ cock.” Again I tried, but he had my ass so open it wouldn’t. “Sorry Sir, I’m trying but your cock is too big.” He tapped out the cigarette and blow smoke in my face. “Well I ain’t gonna get off like this. Bend your faggot ass over the passenger seat.” I crawled over to the passenger seat and in an instant he was plowing my ass balls deep. He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder and harder until he grunted and I could feel his load shooting in me. After he was done shooting he ripped his still hard cock out of me and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bunk. “Get over here and clean my cock of you stupid slut.” While I was cleaning his slick cock off I heard the CB radio go off behind me. “Hey George, you in the Flying J?” He slapped me on the back of my head. “What are you stupid; go get me the fuckin’ mic.” I reached up to the CB, got the mic down and continued cleaning his cock off. “Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “You eat dinner yet? Me and Mike were going to get the buffet there.” “Yeah, come on over, I’m in the back row with an empty trailer.” “Gettin’ off the road now, see you soon.” He banged me in the back of the head with the mic as I continued to lick his now soft cock. “I’m done, put it back.” I did as instructed and went back to his crotch. “I’m done there too slut.” “Yes Sir.” I got up and started to put my jeans on. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Getting dressed Sir.” “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” I took my jeans back off and he took them, along with my other clothes and put them in the driver’s seat. “I’ll need that ass again later.” He started to buttoned up his jeans and fixed his clothing as he lit another cigarette. “You’re going to stay here in your slutty little jock and clean my truck while I go eat with some friends.” “Yes Sir.” “See you in a while and don’t touch your cock or your ass. You better keep my load in your ass 'cause that’s gonna be your only lube later.” As he exited the cab he took my clothes and put them in the side-box of the truck. I looked down and my hard cock was still restrained in my jockstrap and pre-cum was oozing out and dripping down to the floor. I found some paper towel and some Pledge and started wiping down the cab. In the closet there was a little vacuum that plugged into the cigarette lighter, which I use to vacuum up all the ashes and dirt in the carpet. While I was emptying the canister out the sleeper door a truck was backing into the next space. I thought I had hidden my nearly naked body, but once his truck was turned off I heard a knock on the passenger door. I froze and tried to remain as still as possible. He knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I went to the passenger door and rolled down the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t suppose this is your rig?” “No Sir it’s not.” “You got a nice ass, how about you come over to my rig and I get a little piece?” “Sorry, I’m waiting for the driver to get done eating.” “Loyal. I like that. Okay, then. Catch you later. Maybe I’ll talk to the guy that drives this rig and see if I can borrow you.” “Yes Sir.” I rolled the window back up and went back to cleaning the cab. When I was done I lay down on the bunk and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was George yelling. “Hey slut!” I got up, went to the driver’s side window and rolled it down. “Get out of the truck, some friends of mine want to see you.” “But Sir, I’m…." “Get your ass out of the fucking truck!” Wearing only my red jockstrap, I opened the door and climbed down from the rig. Even before I reached the ground there was a hand on my ass. I turned around and there were two men, one of whom was about sixty, maybe 5’11”, about 170 pounds and his dick, even soft, was easy to outline in his jeans. I would soon learn that this was Gary. The other one was Mike, he was about 45, maybe 5’7”, and also exhibited a nice bulge in his pants. “Damn George! Nice piece of ass you got here." Gary’s thick middle finger penetrated my ass. “Oh fuck, he’s all ready to go too!” “I told you so. So, how about it; you forget about the fifty bucks I owe you and you can both fuck him.” “Sounds good, come here bitch.” Gary grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down to his crotch where his cock was growing in his pants. “Unzip me, you stupid whore. You can’t suck it through the fuckin’ denim.” They all laughed at his joke. I unzipped his pants and his dick fell out onto my cheek. I took him in my mouth and his cock was instantly rock hard. It had to be at least nine inches long and he had the type of low hanging balls I love on older men. “Fuck yeah, he’s a good little cocksucker,” Gary praised. Mike, meanwhile, knelt down behind me and started licking my ass. His five o’clock shadow against my freshly fucked hole made me instantly rock hard. “How’s he taste Mikey?” “Awesome, I can’t wait to fuck him.” “Well let me go first, after you get done with him he’ll be too stretched out.” Instinctively I moaned at the thought of an even bigger dick than I had in my mouth fucking my ass. “The whore seems to like the idea. Turn around and lean over the tires whore.” I turned around and bent over the back wheels of the tractor. The warm night air felt so fucking good as it touched my ass. Gary pushed his jeans down to his thighs and got behind me. In one motion he pushed all nine inches into me and started fucking me like he was using my hole to jack off with. My jock covered dick was pressed against the tire as Gary plowed my ass. He has one hand holding himself up against the tire and the other muffling my screams. He started going faster and faster, his dick was getting even thicker until he finally shot his load deep in me. He kept pumping my full of cum for what felt like a good full minute. When he was finally done he grabbed me by the neck again and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Yeah clean it up bitch.” After only a couple of licks he was soft and I had gotten all of the cum off his dick and balls. “Ok Mike, your turn. I’ll meet you back in the truck.” Gary zipped up his pants up and walked away. Mike’s throbbing cock was still being restrained by his jeans. “Turn around again.” Again I turned around; a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get that slab of meat before it went in my ass. I knew it was going to be bad when Mike took of his sweaty t-shirt and stuffed as much of it as he could into my mouth. “I need two hands fuck.” Suddenly I felt the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me slamming into my ass. Tears started running down my face as Mike pounded me. I feel the two loads of cum in my ass running down my legs and splattering between us every time he slammed his cock in my ass. George must have gotten bored watching me get fucked, “Send him back when you’re done using him.” He climbed back into the cab. Mike never slowed down and never acknowledged George’s absence; he just kept pounding my ass mercilessly. Suddenly he yanked his t-shirt from my mouth. “You want my fucking load?” “Yes Sir.” “Beg for it you little slut.” “Pleas Sir, please give me your load. I want to feel you shooting it inside me.” “Here you go.” He pounded me a few more times before he shot his load in me. As Gary had done before, Mike grabbed my neck and shoved his cock in my mouth. This time I not only tasted cum and my ass, but a little blood as well. My ass was so open that I could feel the night air inside me as cum dripped onto the ground. Suddenly he held my head against crotch with my mouth still around his soft cock and started pissing down my throat. I took every drop until he pulled out of my mouth and gave me a last little shot of piss in the face. He laughed as he zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. As he walked past me he slapped my face lightly, remarking “Good little slut.” I got up, looked around and climbed back up into the cab. When I got back in I found George watching television in the sleeper. “Stay on the floor until I’m ready to use you.” Just then there was a knock on the passenger door. …to be continued

I posted this chart "Master Temeck's Submission Scale" on another thread, but thought it would be interesting to throw it out here. The chart outlines four different types of sexual submissive, from "Bitch" which is almost purely about sex and not as much about absolute domination, to "Object" which is far more about over-riding and complete dehumanization and restriction. I'd argue there are gradients in-between, but this is a great place to get started. For me, I'm pretty much on the "bitch" side of things (obviously, it's in my profile handle) but, as someone else pointed out, with more than a bit of the "fag" stuff mixed in. If you are into submission, which of these four would best describe you? Are you somewhere in-between? Is there another category that applies to you? If you are into domination, which kind of sub do you prefer? Or do you care, as long as you have a hole to use as you want?

Faggot pussy craves cock and cum like no other pussy. It worships cock and men. It knows how to milk cock for the maximum load. In a different world where there was no social stigma about guys being with guys, straight guys would bend the faggot over, spit on their cock, shove it in and dump their load on their way home to the wife and kids after work. Prostitutes would be put out of business. Far few marriages would end up in divorce as the guy would not have to beg his wife to consent to have sex when his balls were aching from the cum buildup - grab a faggot for a quick pump and dump and everyone would be happier. Faggots would be providing a public service.

‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing anything since high school 10 years ago lol! Please be kind! This sorty developed out of a conversation I had with another neg guy on BBRT. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------- Pozzing Jeff – Ch. 1 The bath house was just starting to buzz. It was slow when I arrived there a few hours ago, but now it was starting to get busy. I decided to take a break from the action and scope the joint. There was plenty of action around, but I was looking for something special. I usually bottom, but since I found out I was poz, I occasionally get the urge to bury my cock deep in a neg ass. This was one of those nights. Rounding the corner, I headed towards the sling room. That’s when I saw him. He was obviously new: he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, staring at the hard cocks and tight asses that were passing by him. He was a couple of years older than I, and was about 5’9” and 150 pounds. He had a light dusting of hair across his muscular chest, with neatly groomed treasure trail that disappeared into a towel that wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his obvious excitement. My cock jumped as I watched him. I wanted nothing more at this moment than to sink my poz cock deep into his tight muscular ass. I decided to test the waters so I closed in on him, caught his eye and winked at him. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he looked me up and down. I was wearing nothing but a thick butt plug and a pair of leather chaps. I hoped I didn’t intimidate the poor boy. I walked past him and turned to get one last look. He was staring at my ass, or more specifically the biohazard tattoo on my ass. Again I caught his eye again, again I winked, and gestured with my head that he should follow me. As if unsure, he looked around, but I kept walking, confident he would follow me, and sure enough, as I turned the corner to my room, I caught a glimpse of a figure in a towel following me. I entered my room, and leaving the door open, I sat on the bed and slowly started to stroke my thick uncut cock. The boy did not disappoint me. He arrived in my door way, the bulge under his towel was starting to growing as he stroked himself. I nodded, gesturing him to come in; he hesitated for a moment and then walked in. “Close the door,” I told him. I wanted this boy all to myself. “I’m Ben. This must be your first time here; I’d remember a hot stud like you.” “I’m Jeff, and yeah, this is my first time. I’ve been curious about it for a while and finally had the balls to check it out,” he told me starting to calm down a bit. “Gotten any action yet, Jeff?” I asked, closing the gap between us. “Not yet.” “How come? A stud like you would be very popular in a place like this.” “No one has really caught my eye yet.” “What about now?” I asked, standing right in front of him. I ran my hand down his chest, stopping at the knot in his towel, adding “It looked like you saw something you liked earlier,” my hand dipping lower to his growing bulge, thinking to myself 'Damn, this boy is hung!'. He swallowed hard. “I like your tattoo.” “You know what that tattoo means, boy?” “You have HIV, right?” “That’s right, I’m poz. Got the bug about three years ago from my cheating ex.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was the best gift he gave me. Brought out my inner slut.” I reached to undo his towel. It dropped to the floor letting his rock hard cock spring free. He had to be at least seven inches, cut, and dripping precum like a faucet. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking. “What about you, boy? You poz or neg?” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m neg,” he managed to stutter out. I leaned into kiss him. The boy whimpered into my mouth as my tongue slowly snaked its way into his. I continued to probe his mouth as my hand made it way from his cock to his ass. He has a smooth ass, muscular and round. I dipped my fingers into his crack, and brushed across his hole. “You a bottom, boy?” I asked as I stroked his hole. “N…No. I’ve ever taken a cock before. “ He moaned again. “That feels really good!” I dropped to my knees. “You know what feels better?” I said before taking his cock into my mouth, sliding it deep into my throat. He stumbled forward and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. Clearly he was not expecting this! I slowly worked his hard shaft with my throat before slowly pulling back and swirling my tongue round the head. I was rewarded with a flood of his sweet precum across my tongue. I kept working his cock for a few minutes, sliding up and down. He was moaning like a bitch now, and I knew that if I didn’t stop, it would be over far too soon, and I wanted a chance at this dude's hole! I stood up and kissed the boy again. “You like that baby?” I whispered in his ear. He could only sigh and nod his head. “You know what would feel even better? My cock buried in your ass.” “But… but you’re poz!” “I know, baby. But I know you want my load.” I brought my fingers up to his lips. “Suck them,” I commanded. He started sucking my fingers, and I knew I had him under my spell. “Yeah, that’s it, get them nice and wet.” The boy worked my fingers like a cock, and I knew I had to have him work over my poz tool, but not yet. I had another prize in mind before that. I had to seal the deal. I pulled my fingers from his mouth and reached around to his hole. I leaned in to kiss him once more before slowly sliding my wet fingers into his hole. Fuck this boy was tight. He wasn’t kidding, he really was a top! It didn’t take long before I was working two fingers into him. The little bitch was moaning into my mouth and I knew I had him. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I needed him on my cock. I let my fingers slip from his hole and was rewarded with a disappointed grunt from the little slut. Bingo. I leaned close to him, my lips next to his ear, and whispered “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” He hesitated for a moment before sinking to his knees. I could see the gears turning in his head. This would be a big step for him. “I’ve never been with a poz guy before.” “I know baby. But I can see in your eyes you want it. Touch it. Wrap your fingers around my poz cock.” Wow, where did this dominant attitude come from? ‘This is new for me too, baby boy,’ I thought to myself. He grabbed my cock and was rewarded with a rush of my toxic prejizz. He smeared it around the head while looking into my eyes. He looked at my cock, then back to my eyes, like he needed permission. I nodded my head and he slowly leaned forward, running his tongue around my head. I groaned and threw my head back. Damn I needed this! With some encouragement from me (in other words my hand on the back of his head) he slowly took more of my uncut prick in his mouth. The boy was a talented cocksucker and had me moaning in no time. I looked back down and watched him bobbing his head on my shaft. I brushed his shaggy brown hair aside and looked him in the eyes. “I want to fuck you.” Fear crossed his face. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting my precum on his lips. “I know you want it,” I said as I led him to the bed. He didn’t protest as I pushed him down on the bed, face down, ass up. His hole was winking at me between his firm cheeks. I knelt between his legs and buried my face in his ass before he had time to think. Fuck his hole tasted great! He bucked back against my face and started moaning. I’m sure anyone passing by outside could hear him. I spent about ten min with my tongue deep in his hole. I could have spent more time there, but my cock was so hard it hurt. I needed his hole. I stood up and spit on my fingers, getting them wet. I pushed them against his hole and they slid in with no resistance. This boy was ready. I leaned close to his ear and whispered as my fingers worked over his puffy hole “you want my cock boy?” “Yes! Please fuck me,” he gasped. “You gonna make me rubber up, boy?” “No sir.” “You know I am poz right? You saw my tattoo.” “I know sir.” “I don’t stop until I cum. No pulling out.” He hesitated. “It’s ok, sir. Please fuck me.” “Good boy.” I reached over and grabbed the poppers off the table and threw it to him. He knew what to do as he took a deep huff. I felt his hole relax around my fingers and slipped in a third. His hole felt like velvet, and I knew I needed to feel him wrap around my cock. Between my spit and precum, he was so wet; I knew we wouldn’t need any lube. I pulled my fingers out and lined my leaking cock up with his hole. He was still huffing the poppers as I slowly slid into him. Almost immediately he started moaning like a bitch in heat. His hole was so warm and felt like a vice on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I fucked him using long, slow stokes. I wanted this to last as long as I could. But he had other ideas, as he clamped down on my cock and continued to moan. “Fuck, boy! You sure you’re not a bottom?” “No sir, not until tonight.” “Damn boy, I’m gonna cum soon. You know I’m not on meds, right? I’m probably gonna knock you up.” The bitch just moaned. “Breed me sir, breed me! Give me your toxic load!” That did it for me. I picked up the pace and started slamming into him. He kept moaning, begging me to breed him over and over. I slammed into him one last time. “Here it comes, you little slut! Take my poz load!” I grunted as I flooded his ass. My hole throbbed around the butt plug in my ass. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stopped cumming, and slipped from his hole. Surprisingly, with all of the cum I pumped into the bitch, very little came out. I collapsed onto the bed beside him. He stayed on all fours, breathing heavily. I looked at him and noticed he was rock hard. That gave me an idea, but first… “Look at me boy.” He turned his baby blues to me. I spread my legs, showing him my plugged ass, and asked “You want that?” He nodded, begging “Please sir. I’m so hard.” “I can see that. I’m gonna give you my hole. But first, you need something in yours.” I reached between my legs and pulled the plug out. Jeff licked his lips as the plug slid from my hole. My hole was red and puffy, I’m sure. I got up and got behind him again. There was just enough cum on his ass lips. I pressed the plug to his hole. It slipped in with no resistance. I saw his eyes roll back in his head, thinking to myself ‘Oh yeah, this top is now vers'. I got on the bed beside him pulling my legs up to my chest. The leather chaps framed my ass nicely. “Ok stud, your turn.” To be continued…….

These stories remind me of something that just happened couple of days ago. I was watching this dude who had just turned 18 years old for several weeks, trying to figure out if he was gay or what. My gaydar was going off the chart every time I saw him. He was kind of the Frat looking college boy who happened to live in the same apartment building as do I. One night after I was undressed, watching TV which I always do. It was around 9:00 P.M. and I heard a knock at the door. I could not imagine who the hell it was, so I pulled-on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was that damn kid. I just stood there with my mouth, open, probably. It turned out he had lost his house key and wanted to know if I had a credit card or something that he could use to open his door as he didn't want to call the manager, thereby incurring the charge. "Sure," I answered, and, finding an old used up Wal-Mart card, handed it to him. "Thanks. I'll bring it right back. Oh, in case you don't know, I'm in 209." Now I have seen him with a girl now and then but nothing looked too serious. Needless to say, after shutting the door behind him, my hormones started racing, thinking of all kinds of things I could do to this boy. Now I had at least 20 years on him, but figured I could teach him a lesson or two. I had no poppers or anything else, but did have plenty of cold beer so I worked-up a plan for his return. My cock stirring and being a top, I was really thinking 'Hmmmm. Tonight is the night to get this guy, who I suspect is a virgin'. I have been poz for quite a few years and really never thought of gifting it. I also didn't really give it much thought at the moment other then this boy's nice looks and slender body. He must have weighed 135 to 140 lbs. Well, I was as ready as I could be. He came back within a few minutes, saying he had opened the door, but apologized because the card was mangled. Thank god it was un-usable anyway. So I casually asked him to come in and have a beer with me. Happily he accepted my invitation, and sat on the couch with a cold one. I had a movie on that just started that I had pay per view. So he from what I saw was interested in the movie so things went smoothly from there. After he had guzzled down about 8 beers during the movie, he got up and went to take a piss. Not surprisingly he was a bit off balance some on the way upstairs to the bath room. "Hmmm" again I said to myself, "This might be my only time and should take advantage of it." Now this guy was as cute as they came. Being 18 he had his boyish looks and swimmers build, I could only imagine what was under those baggy clothes. He came back down and asked if I minded he had another beer. "Of course not!" I said cheerfully. The movie ended and was on regular TV and we just made small talk and he was slurring and telling me that it was his first time at really getting buzzed and it felt good. He was sitting on the couch next to me and I got up and got a beer also, But I was no way near drinking as much as was he. I came back and sat closer to him of course and he looked slightly tired and I just let things happen. I casually reached over and put my hand on his leg and asked him if he was ok. Sure he said. But I kept my hand on his leg. Half way from his knee to his crotch. He did not move and of course my cock started to stir. Maybe just maybe tonight was my lucky night. I had not gotten off in days so had a good load brewing. I got a little brave and took my hand off his leg and then said something funny to him and slapped him on the leg and my hand of course was a little higher up his leg this time and I kept it there. I was sporting a tent in my jeans as I proudly can say I am well hung, uncut, and thick about 9 inches and 6 inches in girth. So there was not much room once things started stirring, if you know what I mean. I decided then I would get up and go to the kitchen and get some chips and of course let him see me getting aroused. I watched him and his eyes locked right on my crotch. Brought back the chips and gave him a bowl and sat down next to him again. Now I could not tell with the baggy pants if he was getting hard or it was just a wrinkle in his pants but I kept a very eagle eye on it and kept reaching down to get chips from the bowl resting in his lap making the bowl move a little each time I did this. Finally I came to the conclusion this beer-induced lad was getting horny, so I went for it. No more playing around. I removed the bowl and reached over and groped his crotch and yeah, I was right he was getting hard. He did not push my hand away but he said that he was straight and if anything happened then I was to forget about it and that just got me going more. A straight boy! Either he was lying or he was being truthful - whichever, I had to get some of his ass! I told him to stand and we stood up and of course now I was bulging a big ol hard on and I took his hand and put it on my crotch. He said "Damn" and I told him to take off his shirt which he did in a flash. He was hot and bothered. Just the way I wanted him to be. Nice body, I just could not believe it. Nice and slim just the way I like them and very little hair above his belly button. I fumbled as I was kind of nervous with his snap on his pants as I was not sure how far I could go. And then unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor. He already had his shoes off as I make people take their shoes off when they come into the house. So only thing left was the boxers which was tenting beautifully. I reached down and squeezed his hard on and he kind of groaned. I then told him to step out of his pants and to follow me upstairs to the bedroom where the lighting was dim. He staggered up behind me still hard and I got him up in the bedroom and told him to sit down on the bed but before he did that to shed the boxers. Which he did. Out popped a very nice looking juicy cut cock with average shaft. But at the same time I saw his ass in the mirror, Nice bubble butt cheeks. Damn this made me really want it. So I slowly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned and said he always wondered what that would feel like. I had me a pure virgin here. I asked him if he had been with any girls and he said "not yet." He was still too shy around them so they even though he was cute kind of stayed away. He was sitting down so I decided it was time to show my glory and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I also had boxers on but it was very obvious I was horny. I then dropped my boxers and he looked at my uncut clean cock and said "damn" again. He said he never seen one that big only in pictures and I got closer to him and I said "taste it" He said "No, I',m straight. I replied "Look nobody will know but you and me and I really want you to suck my cock and I will suck yours." Of course I had other plans for him, but he didn't need to know that just then. So He got my root into his mouth and I pulled the skin back so he could get at the head. He could not take much of it as he would gag, so I got back on my knees and said "lay down and I will do yours." I sucked him for a few minutes and thank god for the beer, He was not a quick cummer. But I could feel the cum slowly filling his nuts and knew if I kept on I would get him off. Of course I was all in my glory as this is what I had wanted for months after he had moved in next to me. I told him to get on the bed and be doggie style and I would teach him a new trick. He readily did so asking why. I got behind him and slowly licked his back and down to his crack and then I got to the cherry. I licked it and tongue fucked it for several minutes with him saying it felt so damn good. He was glad that he was there but not to tell a soul. I promised I wouldn't. I had lube within reach which was baby oil, and I made as if I intended to give him a massage. He seemed to be keen on that so I dribbled some down his crack and slowly stuck my middle finger in. Not much but just a little and he bucked off. But I kept after him until finally he just gave up and let me put my finger up his ass. I did this until I could get 2 fingers up there and did not want to press my luck. I then without him noticing it lubed up my cum filled cock and knew damn well this was going to hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but I just had to have a piece of his ass. I got behind him and the skin was over my cock head again, but that was ok. It would move back when I did the deed. I took my legs and knees and slowly but surely spread his legs apart some more so he was really lined up. I then was ready. I put my cock head near his cherry hole and he felt what was coming and said "Hell no, You're not doing that." I of course knew all the tricks and replied "I need to get off all I want to do is put the head in and I will stop and beat off and shoot all over your back." After long moments I finally convinced him. More lube as this guy had no idea what was going to really happen to him. I stuck my cock head against his hole and slowly pushed in. He said "Dude that hurts like hell and you don't have a rubber. I said "sorry" and that I didnt need one as I was not going to cream up inside of him [Yeah! Right!] I again told him to just bite down and it would only hurt for a minute and I pressed on. I could feel my cock head slowly go past his pucker hole and the skin pulled slowly back as I went in. I just kept it there and stroked my cock for a few minutes and pressed a little more. It was like a "pop." The head was in and no protest. But I knew I still had to get the 9 inches into him and had a long way to go. I was where I wanted to be so I leaned somewhat on his back kissing and tongueing his back. He seemed to like it. Now I was ready for more and this was the end of the game. I did not want to hurt him or really rip him apart but definitely wanted all-the-way-in. I pressed onwards and sliding the shaft in. He protested, I said "dude, just hang on. Trust me - you're not gonna believe how great this will feel." You know those famous words. I then positioned myself so I could hold on to his somewhat bony waist and held on and I slowly but surely pressed on. I was half in and was fucking him with half of my cock and still he was protesting and that also I did not have a condom. I knew I was going to breed him tonight if it was the last thing I did. So with a quick movement his legs went out beneath him and on his stomach he went. I was still in him and was laying on his back with my weight on top of him. I was somewhat bigger then him so I had the advantage. I then said the hell with it. My cock head was in and about another 3 or 4 inches of the shaft. It was time for breeding. I then grabbed him around the chest and gave him a body hug, licked his ear and away I went. I sunk the rest of my thick cock into him all the way to the pubes. He let out a yell but that did not bother me. I just kept it there and let him get use to having it up his tight ass. It was hot. Here I was in a virgin ass with my thick pole. A piece of ass I have not had for some time. I then slowly pulled some out and put it back in. He just laid there kind of stunned at what was happening. His sweet ass was getting bred. I said the hell with it then and slowly pumped him until I was taking my cock out to almost the part of the head pulled out. I could even feel the foreskin go over the head a little and then I would slam it back in. It felt to a point that he was arching his back up in the air to take it. But it might have been my imagination. However this went on for what seemed quite awhile and he said "Don't cum in me" and I said "of course not." Little did he know. I had him right where I wanted him. I told him to slowly get to his knees as I wanted to make sure I was in to the hilt. He did and without my cock falling out. I then slowly picked up my speed as I knew I was going to cum pretty soon. This was too hot for me to handle. I reached around and made his cock hard and slowly stroked it with precum leaking out of it. Then the urge hit me. I pulled my cock out to the end for the last time and buried it deep into his ass up to the pubes of my bushy hair and felt my balls slap against his at the same time as I had low hangers but they were full. I was there, I shot my poz load deep inside of his tight ass. And I kept it there for a minute or so with him bitching that I had cum up his ass when he asked me not to. I was in no way getting soft and rested a minute and slowly started again. I fucked him hard and earnest for at least another 20 minutes and did the same thing and shot another poz load deep in his ass. Only he didn't know my cum was a special gift. I was done for the time being so let it get soft and fall out. It had a tinge of pink on it so I knew I had done some damage. I rolled him over and sucked on his cock and in no time he shot a huge load down my throat. He then just laid there as a rag doll, falling in and out of sleep. I cleaned up any goo that was left dripping down his sweet cock and told myself just one more load and I will be nice and let him go. I slowly turned him over and he did not protest this time. He knew it was coming and nothing he could do about it. I spread his legs and dipped my cock back into his pozzed filled cum hole and was off again. I did not need lube this time he had plenty of cum for that so I grinded my cock into him thrust after thrust and he said he was getting sore. That was ok, I thought and kept going. I put my hands and arms around his waist and lifted his ass up to my cock everytime I shoved my cock into him so he would get all that he could. I again shot another load. This was for some reason a long one. It was like I was never going to stop shooting. But of course I did. I pulled out and told him he could go home now if he wanted. He asked if I minded he just lay there for the night and I said hell no. We drifted off to sleep as he did not want to get off again. I woke up around 3:00 A.M. and had another raging hard on. And he was in the right exact position to get him again. I threw back the covers and lubed my cock and mounted him. He was sleeping but he woke up real fast when I shoved my thick 9 inches into him. I fucked him again for about 30 minutes and gave him his 4th load of poz cum. Then I reached over and felt a semi hard on so I toked on that until I got it real hard and sucked on it till he busted a nut. Then we fell asleep in earnest. Woke the next morning and he begged me not to tell anyone and I said "no way" but I wanted him to come over once in awhile just to play. He did not seem to keen on that but he did like looking at my swinging big cock. It was about 3 months after that I saw him going into the local ABS. He was not saying much to me, but even so, having broken him in, I would get him and his sweet tasting, tight ass. He was now 'one of the boys' so to speak. And if he did fuck some cunt then she was going to get pozzed. I suspect he he knew he was pozzed and did not want to tell me. I also think after I had de-flowered him, he had played around some with other guys. Otherwise I should think he would have come back to me and bitched me out about pozzing him. He didn't so that told me that he didn't really know who pozzed him, and I had done my job well. Even if he was straight, he still got bred, and had no more worries. After all, he was now one of the boys. In all shape and manner.

At the tubs last night, I entered the orgy/dark area and noticed a poz bud playing with a hot, built guy, so I joined them for some sucking and kissing, and ended-up sitting and holding the hot guy while my poz mate rimmed his hole. “Fuck, no one has ever done that before!” he whispered to me. I kissed him deeply and asked if he liked being fucked, knowing what was coming. “I’ve only ever been fucked once, it hurt like hell." “How come?” I asked. “I’m straight, only ever been here once before. My girlfriend would kill me,” he replied as his tongue moved back into my mouth. My poz bud, meanwhile, had commenced sliding his well-lubed fingers into the straight boy's ass, occasionally rubbing his cock on the straight-boy’s hole every now. After a few such hints the straight-boy quietly asked me “Is he gonna fuck me? Should I get a condom?” “Just relax and enjoy it, mate. Here, suck on my cock. It will take your mind off your ass while he slides in." By now the straight boy and I weren’t whispering because I wanted my poz bud to know it was okay to slide on in. The straight guy tensed up as his hole was forced open. "Fuck that hurts,” he remarked. "It will be okay," I replied, adding “he’ll hold there until you get used to it.” Which my bud in fact did. I meanwhile re-positioned myself so I was on my back, my legs in the air, and presented my ass saying "Lick my hole while he pounds yours.” Apparently straight-boy was only too happy to do. I let him rim me for a while before moving back to holding him while he sucked my pole. I could only just see in the darkness but I felt as much as I saw my poz bud unload in the straight-boy’s hole and I pushed my cock down his throat as I felt it. My poz bud asked "Swap?” I moved around behind the straight-boy. “You aren’t gonna fuck me too are you?” he asked looking over his shoulder as I lined-up my dick. “Yep, I sure am,” I smiled back. “You guys are turning me into a complete slut! Go slow, you are way bigger than his cock." “Of course,” I replied, sliding in to his ass no slower than I normally would. He grunted under me remarking "Damn, I can’t take it all!” “Yes you can” I said and I pushed him down from doggie to flat on his gut and really started pounding him. My cock was really well lubed from the spit and the poz load already in his guts. He was still really tight and the feeling was amazing but I wanted to fuck him for a while, hoping other guys would come and watch his conversion. As it turned out it was a slow night and it was just me, my poz bud and the straight-boy the whole time. My straight-boy was moaning and groaning and really enjoying it, he even started pushing up to meet my thrusts. After about 10 minutes of hard pumping I pushed in deep, grunted and planted my own toxic seed in his belly. I collapsed, laying on his back for a couple of minutes before I rolled onto my side, all the time holding his beautifully built body tight against my own, kissing his neck and caressing his tits. My poz bud got down and started sucking straight-boy’s cock and it didn’t take him long to blow. My now soft, poz dick slid out of his well fucked hole in the process. My poz bud came up and shared straight-boy’s sperm with the two of us as we shared a three-way kiss-and-cuddle. Five minutes later we were all in the showers chatting and washing each other, still enjoying the afterglow of a hot fuck session. The straight-boy said he had to go and headed to the change area. I held up my hand to my poz bud and he hi-5’d me as we both started grinning. “Reckon we got him?’ my poz bud asked. “Don’t know” I replied, “but either way, he’ll be back.”

***This is a true account of some fun I had last week with one of my favorite guys. It was a long encounter, and as a writer I tend to 'write', so I'll post in several installments. I like details, sorry if it's too wordy, but that's my style.*** THE FURNACE MAN'S SURPRISE VISIT Well, lucky me. I had to spend some time outside a few days ago shoveling snow. Doesn’t sound like much fun, right? Not until I saw a familiar truck a few doors down the street. Could it be the same furnace repair stud with whom I had a couple of encounters last year? I took my time on the small driveway, hoping to see whoever was driving the company truck. It might have only just arrived before I went outside, because no matter how slow I worked, the driveway was clear and I was freezing. Just as I had my hand on the front door I heard the crunch of tires on packed snow coming to a stop behind me. I immediately felt my heart skip a beat and took my time turning around, wondering if it was just my imagination. Or wishful thinking. The truck door opened and the sexy repair man rushed up to meet me. From the smile on his face, I guess he was happy to see me, too. “Been a while,” he said, a little apprehensively. He is a ‘straight-boy’ so I wondered if I should mess with him a little and start screaming something like 'Seven months I haven’t heard from you! You find some other bitch to pump? Don’t play with my emotions, I’m not your sex toy'! But I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, so I held that all in and giggled a little to myself. “It has been a while,” I simply said. “Are you busy?” “I was just heading in to warm up,” I said, turning back and opening the door. “Want to join me?” I asked over my shoulder. He was already right behind me and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my ass. Fuck, he was horny as hell -this was going to be good. What surprised me this time is that when I turned around to face him, he was right there. He took hold of my head and kissed me. I almost came in my pants just from the surprise of being kissed as he hadn’t kissed me once in either of our other fuck sessions, and I didn’t want to push my luck and lose out so I never before made a move to kiss him. It was a great kiss, too. A bit frenzied with that sort of urgency that comes from being horny and needing it. And at that point, we were both needing it bad. I did have to slow things down since this was unanticipated. I set him up in the living room with a beer and ran upstairs to clean out. I didn’t worry about a shower because I figured I can always drag him in there with me if need be. By the time I was done, he was finishing his beer. I wasn’t sure if leaving him alone down there he might change his mind or get nervous about what we were about to do, but he only looked happy to see me. Really happy to see me. I’m not sure the bulge in his pants ever went down. Our eyes locked when I entered the room and I couldn’t think of much to say other than, “Let’s fuck,” which only made him smile even wider. He was right with me as we raced upstairs to the bedroom. I yanked off the robe I had thrown on, and he pushed me down to the bed, face first, and shocked the hell out of me when I felt his tongue at my ass. Hmm, maybe he’s not so ‘straight-boy’ anymore. He didn’t do it for long, but enough to get my hole wet and aching for stuffing. I moaned at what he was doing, and I’m sure he took that as a sign that I needed his cock. He quickly pulled his clothing off, knelt behind me, lining his cock up to my hole. I had shoved a little coconut oil up inside just in case he was in too big a rush to get enough precum going to use as lube, so he slid into me quite easily. My ass slowly swallowed his cock up right to the balls. His cock wasn't huge, average I guess, but as he bottomed-out I remembered how his cock had fit me so well. Enough to feel good and filled with dick, but not big enough to hurt or cause discomfort. Just the right size to fuck. Good and hard. And that’s exactly what he did. He pounded me hard, his hips smacking into my naked quivering butt cheeks loudly with every impact. Damn, I’d missed this feeling. His dick was just the right size and shape that he could nail me as hard as he wanted, and it only felt good. I grunted nearly every time he hit bottom, but not out of pain, but rather out of sheer ecstasy. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I had gotten two loads from him on our first couple of encounters so a quick start was fine by me. Plus it’s just extra lube for the second fuck, and within minutes he was there. “Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled. “You want it in you?” “Give it to me!” I yelled. “Breed me!” He lay his entire body down on me and humped a couple more times, growling into my left ear and panting hard, as I finally felt his dick throbbing and filling my guts with his seed. I could actually feel the wetness spread inside my ass. Fuck it felt good. When his breathing calmed, he slowly slid to the side off of me, easing his semi-hard cock out of my ass, and just lay there looking at me. I was glad he didn’t seem in a hurry to take off. “That felt awesome,” I told him, taking a chance and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. He responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and holding me there longer, to feed me his tongue as well. I thought this guy was hot before, but this time he was off the fucking charts to me. When our mouths and tongues parted, I eased back and just looked. “You look surprised,” he laughed. “I am. I just didn’t expect you to kiss me, and not like that,” I added, unable to hide my satisfied grin. “A lot has changed since I saw you last time. For one, I broke up with my girlfriend. Haven’t seen anyone since.” “Why did you break up?” It really was none of my business, but I had to know if it had anything to do with me. “Even a couple of months after we fucked last time, whenever I was with her it just didn’t feel good. And all I kept thinking about was you. Not ‘you’ you, but you as a guy. Sex is definitely better with guys. I don’t know if that makes me gay or what.” “Does it matter?” “Not anymore. I decided that I’m just going to do what feels good to me. And when I saw you outside today, I just knew I had to see you. I hope you don’t mind. I thought about calling you a few times but it seemed weird.” “Weird, why?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t called, and then I just call out of the blue and want to fuck. I wouldn’t seem like a very good guy.” Doesn’t that beat all -he actually is a decent guy. “Oh, you’re very good,” I teased, reaching down and giving his still-semi-hard cock a tug. “Besides, guys call other guys to fuck all the time. It doesn’t have to mean any more than that.” Now he was the one who looked surprised. “Really?” And his cock instantly grew to full throbbing length in my hand. “Yes, really,” I told him, slowly stroking him, not to get him off, but just in a sort of relaxing way. “I figured something changed with you when you kissed me downstairs.” “I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to.” “I almost came in my pants,” I laughed. “It was better than I expected.” “I started looking at gay porn around the same time I ended things with her. Most things I watched turned me on, so I figured I was on to something right.” “So that’s where you learned about rimming?” I asked him, to which he just frowned. “When you licked my ass.” “Oh, yeah, I saw a lot of that in the porn and it seemed like something the guys liked-” “Well I sure did. And it made me a little more desperate to get you inside me.” He smiled at that, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. “How much downtime do you need in between?” he asked. “I can keep going, so it’s up to you. I’ll take whatever you can give me.” He climbed back on top of me, saying, “Well, we might be here a while, then. Hope you don’t have any plans tonight.” With that, I felt his hard dick slide back into my cummy hole. More to come . . .

I wonder if you’d feel the same way about prolapsed holes if you ever had sex with one. I have had a great time with a number of them. I do want my men to know about kegel exercises so it is a muscle hole. Men who play with large toys and fists can have incredibly tight holes for they know how to work those muscles. One man I know can be so tight, I have to really work to get in—actually until he ‘allows’ me in by relaxing his clench. Elsewhere you mentioned you love a porn scene where the top jerks off (hand and cock) inside the bottom’s ass. I have done just that with each of the prolapsed men with whom I play. The man with the bigger rosebud knows I love to felch. Once I shoot he waits for me to recover and get on my knees behind him. The rosebud is slowly pushed out—with my cum clinging to it. It’s amazing to lick that clean. It’s an aesthetic you might need to get used to—but well worth it from a top’s point of view.

Yeah I had the same about 19 years ago. Unbeknownst to us we got the sling room that is well known to be the 'go to' room for gang bangs. Before I knew it I had 7 guys lining up to pound my pig hole. I had loads up my ass, over my face and at one point, 2 guys were pulling my ass open so guys could just shoot straight into it. As I got more chemed up, I got out of the sling and was pushed face down on to the vinyl mat under the sling and had my face pushed Into all the used cum and ass juice as anither guy fucked me in all the juices. It was a dream come true and one I have being trying to replicate for years.

"Jagged Little Pill" You live you learn, you love you learn You cry you learn, you lose you learn You bleed you learn, you scream you learn — Alanis Morissette, 1996 As much hair that covered that small body of his, Conrad Wilson III had trouble with facial hair. His beard was incredibly sparse which, you could see with him standing there hairy and naked after his shower, the rest of his body was not. This was why he was excited to see he could start shaping the minimum facial hair to form what he imagined as a wispy Dartanian beard. A soul patch and a little chin scruff and a thin growth above the lip—something an unshaven seventeen-year-old might have. He held small scissors in his hand, clipping one, two nose hairs from a nostril. In his other hand he held a cell phone. His mother continued to prattle on. “Did you see the front page of the Chronicle?” He glanced at Monday's finished crossword puzzle sitting on the hamper next to the toilet. “Of course you did. Look who I’m asking? I called Kitty right away. Reporters were in her drive way all morning. No word from Dr. Dean, the bastard—sipping martinis on his new houseboat in Sausalito with that horrible Nurse Wretched or what have you. Too drunk or hungover to answer. Kitty didn’t know what to do or say to the police. Of course, she hasn’t gone back to the house. I wouldn't either. The police wanted her to see if anything was missing. They think nothing was taken, just a smashed mirror. It was all the furniture that wouldn’t fit in her condo. The kids' stuff went with, but not theirs, not surprisingly. And she was responsible for the clean it up! Think of it. And insurance won’t pay nearly enough. Naturally they’ll need new carpet. If you ask me I would just give the bed to charity but they probably wouldn’t take it, well, not the mattress most likely. But the poor thing was frantic, not being able to get a hold of Dean, the bloody prick. Sorry, dear." Did his mother have a bigger grievance against Dr. Crenshaw than just sticking up for her best girl friend? He saw a blemish on his cheek and banished the thought of his mother and Dr. Crenshaw. "She fired the real estate agent, of course. I'm certain she wasn't involved. She wasn't bright enough. A set of keys were missing in the middle of the week, but did she think to notify anyone? No. Can you imagine she was going to have an open house on Sunday? I suppose for her sake it was a blessing that she had a private showing the day before. Just she and an Indian couple were there. Casino people from that place up on Highway 5?” "Native American," he corrected. "And if she hadn't walked in and found those bodies? Can you imagine discovering them at an open house? With all those people?" “Mother, if I chit-chat any longer I’ll be late.” “Oh, I know you’re busy, dear. I do hope you’re safe with all those criminals running around—be safe, won’t you?" She sighed. "Pacific Heights is so picturesque, isn't it, and your apartment is so lovely. It's where your father and I lived when we first were married. Does the landlady still sit by the window with her cat? Silvia—what was her last name? We still send her Christmas cards with our family newsletter.” "She’s pretty much blind and bedridden, and there is no cat." “I do just wish you would have gotten the floor above. It has the loveliest view of the bridge. Foggy nights, roaring fire, wine, your father would bring home Chinese. Ah. Oh well, I should drop by and see if you are stocked up, so you and—oh, what’s his name, dear, the Mormon boy? “Carson.” “Carson (laughs), like the city. And that funny last name. How is he, dear?" Her disinterest in asking the question even poured through the phone, as did the glug-glub of her wine decanter. The clink of the crystal stopper going back in its neck. What time was it? 9:45 in the morning. My god! “Funny enough, I haven’t seen him.” It was a curiosity. Carson, who made the dining room his bedroom—he, Conrad had the only real bedroom—hadn't been home all weekend. That most certainly was not like him. He picked at the blemish. She paused for a moment. “A dead dog and a man without pants. Oh sweet Jesus! Can you imagine? The papers are having a field day!” “Mother, I’ll call you when I get home tonight.” “Please do, sweetheart. I so worry about you in that horrid city." "It happened in Belvedere, mother. Closer to you than me." "You're telling me! I'm frightened to death. Riff-raff everywhere you turn.” "I really am going to be late. Kisses." Double kiss-kiss sounded from the ear piece. He hung up and snipped two more hairs from his other nostril. Perfect, but why couldn't he have as much hair on his face as he did in his nose. And why did he have to have a hairy back? He just a week away from turning twenty-one. He should ask for laser surgery for his birthday. He scrutinized his face a final time. The blemish was hardly noticeable. He dabbed it with Clearasil just to be sure. He was ready for Monday’s make-up class. He was excited. They were to learn about prosthetic noses today. He wanted to try on a long one over his little pug nose. Sharp. Pointed. Something French to go with his beard. *** So this happened. I'm driving my jeep back from a matinee where I'm ushering the balcony. A rare production: a well done classic in these hinterlands. Not fully attended so I wasn't too busy. I leave the lot and it's spewing bits of icy rain. I hear a boom! Halfway down the block my entire drive shaft falls out. It makes a hell of a racket and I think, Shit, there goes the jeep. I look under and pull out the drive shaft and the U-joint. This guy passes me on the sidewalk, beeping his keys to unlock the Prius next to me. "Well, fuck me Judge Judy," I say, not to him, just out loud. I'm standing there wet, soggy, despairingly holding the drive shaft and the U-joint in the street like some sad clown. He's getting into his car. Looks at me, looks at the jeep. "It's a jeep," he says. "You have another drive shaft. Take it over Eddie's Transmission, ‘bout a mile down." I recognize him from up in the balcony, before each show, talking to the actors. He’s the play's director. "That so. What do I know, I've had two cars my entire life, my daddy's Caddy and this old jalopy." He looks me over again. Says, "Don't I know you?" On that subject my answer is always: Nope, and move on. But this time I say, "Well, I'm a volunteer usher. I do the balcony. Nasty weather. Small house, but the actors were great. The girl who played Nina was especially good. Stayed for the whole show." I talk too much. Sometimes when I've been isolated a little too long and the cats aren't holding up their end of the conversation (as cats are wont to do), I'll go in to Walmart or some such, buy something I don't need, and just start talking to store clerks, or women who have interesting neck tattoos, or people sitting in the pharmacy waiting for their fulfillment, and just start making up all kinds of stuff. "Mighty kind of you to say. I directed it," he says. Something passes between us. Can't pin it down. I see him searching files in his brain, too, but he keeps talking. "Kind of you to stay. Not much for the actors playing to an empty house.” He switches mid-beat. “But, I tell you what. It's the dog-gonedest thing. You're the spitin' image of someone I used to know." I look at him. He, too, looks familiar. I see it before he does. It's Carson, the Montana Mormon kid from years ago. Same round face, same receptive eyes. Bald now. I have a flashback of more than twenty years of my back alley bedroom, of unbuttoning his jeans and discovering his prickly cactus and tumbleweeds. I have to look down and compose myself. Not smiling, I respond, "Don't see how. Never got out much from this area." He then snaps his fingers. "David Kennedy!" He looks around pointing at me, looking to tell someone on the street who he's discovered. Truth was, years ago, right after I left the city, I was pretty paranoid. I used to wear a prosthetic nose and brown contact lenses in public to keep things like this at bay. But that got old after so many years, when I stopped thinking a certain group of people were looking. And now who'd know me in these small towns. But theatre is catnip to me and keeps me dropping in to watch actors from up in the dark. Mostly small houses, run down theatres doing bad Shakespeare, painful Moliere, some recent plays from New York, the ones with older actors in them. It's mostly older people that attend, so plays with older actors usually do well. Nostalgia. Reflections of themselves. But I confess, for me, it's also the lights, the calm, the anonymity, the smell. Did you know that smell is the strongest memory trigger? It always brings back that year and the boys that made it— as I look at Carson—and them's that didn't, JT's voice says in my head. "Hmm, interesting," I say shaking my head, looking at him blankly. We both know I'm lying. Carson's greatest talented was reading people, reading actors especially he was playing against. Would drop out of character to say, without accusation, that he just was feeling it. He'd purse his lips like he was doing right then. I can see why he directs. Not many people can pull the drollness out of The Seagull, make it just a melodramatic tragedy; he got more than a few chuckles from a house of ten patrons and an usher. He tests me, skeptically, "You weren't ever in the theatre, movies? TV?" I bite down hard on my oft-played Walmart role, against a very tough scene partner I might add. "Nope. Love to have. Just a fan. Did one play in high school but was so nervous forgot my lines. One play and that was that. Still, I try to help out, fills up the time. Name's Keith Reilly, next town over." I look at my hand to see if I have grease on it. I don't and extend my palm. He still has the same firm rancher's son handshake. "Retired school principal. Yup.” I look up at the swirling gray sky. “Appreciate the info about Eddie's though. Your name was?" "Carson Littlebear." The prick is smiling appreciatively and ironically. "Well, Carson Littlebear, sure was a pleasure meeting you and I really did like your play. I'll be back in the balcony this weekend and playing all week." He gives me a final look. "And play it well, you do, Keith Reilly, retired principal from the next town over.” He says quietly so the rest of the imaginary cast doesn’t hear: “Maybe a little less on the accent." I give him, for old time’s sake, my best blank, uncomprehending, not breaking character, don't know what you’re getting at, look. He gets in his car, waits a moment, and rolls down the window. There's a pause as he's looking out at me standing there in the street holding my drive shaft and U-joint. I'm not sure what he wants at this point. "Can't get out if you don't—" he breaks off pointing at the car in front and back and at my jeep blocking him in. I nod friendly-like and throw the parts in the passenger side and go around to my door. Just before I get in he calls out, "Man who'd have a jeep long as you had in these parts probably would've known there was a second drive shaft—and before you say anything that you got to say to that, I seem to recall a white Caddy that my friend got from his daddy. Strange, in'it?" "World's a strange place, Carson Littlebear," I say and get in. "Reckon it is!" he yells as a last reach. I shift my clutch into four-wheel drive and ramble off to Eddie's. *** He put a blanket over the sleep boy. His cursed responsibility. He sat up most of the night contemplating his next move. He gathered together a Go Bag with Shaftow's gun, both of his, the fifty-K he had in the safe, a passport and other IDs of one "Steven Jackson," two toothbrushes—one for himself and one for JT. Right. That's where his plan broke down. JT would never go with him. Should he just let him leave in the morning? Mr. X would easily find him and he'd be dead in a day. Could a day's head start make a difference to him? He shook his head in disgust at his ruthlessness. And B) he never seen or heard of anyone ever getting away from Mr. X. He had sealed that fate back in Oakland years ago. So what did he want, he asked himself? He wanted to survive, he wanted JT to survive. He wanted to take care of JT. He wanted JT to care about him. But that ship had also sailed. That was never going to happen. He was delusional if he thought that. Then he settled for at least JT and him simply surviving. How? Coming on four in the morning he realized the question wasn't what he wanted, but what Mr. X would want. Every way he looked at it he accepted Jeremy wasn't leaving unscathed, dead maybe, but Mr. X would want a sacrifice and Jeremy would be the lamb. He hated himself. He contemplated getting up and shooting Jeremy then himself. It might be better for them both. He didn't though. Couldn't. He let Plan B percolate. It was passive of him, cowardly, not who he was. Ultimately, they both probably would be killed anyway. See, this is what happens when go give in. He stripped, got into bed, pulled the leopard spread over his shoulder. He lay, looking at the dark windows. Failed plans floated through his cursed brain. He melted into a cold, troubled sleep, until a warm body came up behind him. JT's body. *** I came back to the Academy on Friday. Made the drive stretch out for two days. Spent the night in Morrow Bay outside Hearst Castle, watching the seals on the beach. Next day I strolled through the Redwood Forest. Stopped at that ancient sliced tree that shows the yearly rings that marked important dates: World War I and II scores of rings in, Christopher Columbus coming to America about a half a foot, the year Jesus was born another foot, when Greece sailed to Troy to fetch back Helen. Didn't have a marker for 1996, though. Maybe we were the living moss desperately clinging to the dead bark. As soon as I was back, Riggs buttonholed me and said Mr. X wanted to see me. Could I come over after dinner tonight? Sevenish? Not another blood oranges-rosemary chicken kind of night? I asked. We're far beyond that, he confided. Mr. X want to get down to business. He has a proposition. Please, he begged, come over. I said I would and knew instantly I’d regret it. Joey was okay in speech class, but different somehow. Reserved, which really wasn't his style. I saw he was affectionate with Duncan on the common room couch, that Duncan was attentive to him between classes. They weren't trying to hide it either. Why should they, if Conrad had the scoop that they were an item? But in fight class Duncan was completely different. Ordering Joey around worse than he usually ordered us boys. We were doing long poles with four foot sticks you hold at each end. We learned a routine where we'd clash in the middle at one angle, then clash again at another angle. Back and forth in the middle, a pair of us at a time. We were adding a part where the A group (my side) slid a hand down and held the pole like a baseball bat and the B side rose the pole over there head to block getting clobbered. Joey was in the B group and kept messing up. Duncan, true to form, called him out in front of the class. He repeatedly went over the routine playing the A part, bringing the pole down at Joey's head. Duncan was doing it at real-time speed. Joey would have the pole most of the way up and Duncan would smash his right hand because he wasn't quick enough. They'd do it again and Duncan would smash his left hand because he was anticipating and made the routine look fake. Joey quickly learned to get the pole up but by then you could tell Duncan was already pissed. He did a 360 with his pole and the velocity and force of the pole cracked Joey's pole in two. Duncan was about to continue another round of humiliation when Jeremy stepped forward. "I think he's got it, coach." Duncan dismissed him, telling Joey, “First position!” Jeremy challenged Duncan. “Lemme see if I got it right, coach.” He stood in front of Joey in first position. That took guts and I'd ever turn of mind and admired someone so much as Jeremy at that moment. Carson went over, too, and also protecting Joey. “See if I got it too,” he said. Then Leah and I stood on either side of them and readied our poles. Duncan really seemed off, paranoid, not at all fun. He kept tapping Jeremy's stick, and Jeremy kept tapping it away. We each got a turn tapping him away as he tested our resolve. "You mutineers taking over this class?" Jeremy spoke calmly, "Not if you don't—" "Hey guys," Joey broke in. "I'm the fuck up. Mr. McCain's right. I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try harder." Duncan's face reddened. He barked, "Alright, end of class!" There were audible sighs from a few people. Nothing from us standing by Joey. "Next week back to short swords and we'll add tumbling. Be ready people. No more of this namby-pamby shite." He left by the front door without looking back. Leah spoke first. "Duncan's an ass, Joey. How's your hands?" She made Joey show her. Luckily she didn't make him lift up his shirt, I thought. "Your knuckles are goddamn black and blue. I'm going to Mr. Riggs." Joey pleaded with her, no, forget it. He was fine and didn't want to make a big deal about it. Mr. McCain was always like this. Jeremy said he still thought Mr. Riggs should know about it. I offered (too hastily) that I was sure Mr. Riggs was aware. All except Joey looked at me quizzically. Well, I tried backtracking, it was his school and he knows Mr. McCain's temperament. The group accepted the thought. But I now wondered how healed Joey’s back was and if there were any new marks. If something like this was going on every night, I wanted to know. I saw first hand how Duncan easily lost control. "Well, fuck him and the ass he rode in on,” Leah concluded. “Hey, how 'bout supper! Why don’t y’all come over? Jeremy's cooking, right stud?" She brushed up against him warmly. Kissed him on the cheek. His face flushed and his cheeks turned bright red. "I'm in," I said. Carson and Joey looked at each other uncertainly. We’d really never had a dinner together. “Dude! Of course you’re coming.” Carson and Joey nodded. Carson asked what he could bring. Leah said, “Just an enormous appetite. Jeremy's not shy about roasting a whole pig if he's got an audience, are you sweetcheeks? "All I got time for is spaghetti tonight, buttercup. ‘Member I have that thing at seven?" Jeremy tried to play ‘thing’ down, which only excited Leah more. "Oh, that right! Jeremy's got a hot date with some mystery man." Joey came alive with the revelation, blurting out an enormous, "Hah! And all this time, I thought you were a big 'ol, good 'ol boy, closet case." This was the Joey I remembered. We all laughed. Not so much Jeremy. He seemed a little embarrassed and mad at Leah. "He ain't no mystery man. Just someone I met is all." Jeremy hit Leah, but like you'd hit your kid sister. A little more than light, but a bit less than hard. "And I gotta mystery man to meet too,” I said. "But spaghetti sounds awesome after three weeks of pizza and salad." "What’ya got against pizza, dude," Joey said, fake kneeing me in the balls. "Let’s get the fuck outta here. Skip the shower. Who knows what Jeremy might do if I drop the soap." "Whatever you say, Ratso," snorted Jeremy tilting an imaginary cowboy hat, leading us down the stairs. Joey started singing, Everybody's talkin' at me, then Leah joined in, I don't hear a word they’re sayin', and finally Carson and me joined, only the echoes of my mind. Jeremy abruptly stopped on the stairs making us all crash into each other. He turned around taking center stage, and proudly recited, "Well, sir, I ain't a f'real cowboy. But I'm one helluva stud!" Joey jumped on Jeremy's shoulders, Leah pinched Joey’s butt and I kneed Carson to keep moving. *** Freeze frame. That's why we like photographs. They're our mental periods. Nothing exists before them, nothing after. We’ll only forever remain in the moment. Susan Sontag argues that photography levels every event, makes all events equal, creates in us a "chronic voyeuristic relation" to the world around us. Takes us outside the world, the moment, not in it. Don DeLillo makes the argument from the flip side of the coin, as voiced by his characters in White Noise. (Yeah, yeah, I read a lot in the mountains.) His characters go to a tourist attraction called The Most Photographed Barn in America. There, every day tourist stand on the same mound to photograph the barn. The same image repeated endlessly by thousands of tourist. There's a stand to the side that also sells postcards and slides of the barn. One character watches the tourist with their tripods, and filters, and telephoto lenses. He observes: "Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception." I have that image in my mind right now of us descending the stairs. I also have one of those physical pictures at my house. Not of the barn but from Disneyland with my family. In the photo I'm eight. My mom's is in a scarf and my dad's in a Jungle Cruise captain's hat. We must have been happy at that moment when a friendly stranger photographed us standing under the Kodak Photo Spot sign, overlooking the submarine lagoon. How many other families stood in that exact spot, happy at the moment, wearing the same expression. The moment stops there. Frozen. We can now shed the moment and get on with our lives. As with The Most Photograph Barn in America, we no longer see the barn. It’s captured. I no longer see my family. I don't have to. The family, a perfect replica, hangs on my cabin wall. I don’t even see it. I don’t need to. I know it’s there if only as an illusion. The five of us are frozen in my mind on that staircase. None of us will ever be unhappy. *** Vinnie’s robe’s open and he still sports a very hairy, very hard erection. He lays on the floor clutching his shoulder moaning. “Shut the fuck up! If I wanted to kill you I would have killed you. Get up,” Mr. X waves the gun at the wounded man. “Sit in chair so I can see you. Move! I might change my mind.” Vinnie rolled to his knees holding his shoulder, checking how much blood, forehead to the floor for balance. Then rose just to his knees, feet, and hobbled to a kitchen chair where he could see JT. On the chair next to the chair holding his Go Bag. “Vincenzo, how you disappoint me. I’m most disappointed that you didn’t even try to run. Make me chase you down.” He was in extreme pain, but calm and lucid. The bullet had passed through cleanly. He needed to disinfect the wound and make sure the bleeding stopped, but he'd survived. To this point. “Where would I run?” he said. “We know all the same people. You'd've found me eventually.” He contemplated this delay. He had to confront Mr. X and find out what would appease him. All for letting his guard down for Jeremy. And, ironically, thinking the kid would never trust him again. Not till last night's turnaround. A gun wouldn't protect him and Jeremy. Now all he had was his reliance on words, and Plan B's off-chance getting close Shaftow's gun. Mr. X wandered over to Jeremy, hands handcuffed above him. Frightened. To Mr. X that fear made him even more alluring. He stroked the boys wilting erection with his gun’s hot muzzle. Jeremy flinched. “You did find most handsome boy, I give you that.” He laughed, “How much you want for him?” Vinnie looked around the room, assessing how mobile his shoulder was, exactly where the bullet had passed through, feeling what strength and flexibility remained. Daryl, the large black muscle, was next to JT, left of the bed, eyeing the kid in a way he did not like at all. Oak, the bald white muscle was by the elevator, impassive like always, looking over at him occasionally. Oak, mostly stared straight ahead, mesmerized by the porn bouncing around the monitors. He’d might zone out and be the last to react. It was getting to the Go Bag and Shaftow’s gun, taking down an already armed Mr. X and a quick drawing Daryl, which was the problem. If Mr. X didn’t outright kill him, he calculated, he could take him out first, dispatch Daryl second, and eliminate Oak third. It was a gamble and a extremely naive one. The very second he sprang he knew the plan would be obvious to Mr. X. From the moment the Go Bag became Vinnie’s target, Mr. X would instinctive know a gun was inside. That’s what Mr. X would have done. And since he still was holding his gun, running it up and down JT’s shaft, trying to elicit an erection—and starting to succeed (he knew how erotic fear could be)—he was certain he’d never get within a foot of the bag. Be dead getting off the chair. Jeremy raped, tortured and killed. Bad Plan B. “Fifty percent of what I make off him,” he said coldly. “That’s what I’ll give you.” “Hmm. And why not just kill you and take one hundred percent?” “Because you can’t get out of him what I can.” “Bullshit,” spat Mr. X, “You couldn’t even get footage for Doggy Daddy website. And now I have major cash outflow to take care of. You’re so sloppy,” Mr. X took the warm barrel and started poking JT’s balls, lifting them, parting his butt to see his boyhole. Jeremy kicked him away. “The detective to pay off to wipe tripods and doorknobs and whatever else you carelessly touched. And don’t ask how Assemblyman is taking it." He played the muzzle over Jeremy thinly trimmed pubes, seductively telling Jeremy, "Maybe I give you nice tight vagina, boy. I'm very good with vaginoplasty. Sex change is very popular." He poked the weapon again into JT's groin. "Have made many successful operations. Assemblyman fuck you after that and calls it even. You will like having big pussy. Or maybe sloppy, hanging pussy is more what you like." He ran the barrel under his balls and poked into his butthole. "Have many boys like that back home. They make good money.” Whether he was joking, threatening or actually offering, Jeremy continued shaking his head vehemently. He was so shit-shrieking scared he found it hard to form word. He finally sputtered out n-n-no. “Put gag in him,” he said to Daryl. “Who asks his opinion anyway?” Vinnie was within seconds of jumping to the the bag, but Mr. X turned back his attention on him. His mind raced. What did he have and what could he offer. “A hundred large. I can give you that, too." Mr. X looked over at him. "But why, Mr. X? Why the hell would you ever waste a golden goose like that! He’s no bottom. He’ll take it in the ass if I want him to, but he’s a fuckin’ stud in bed.” He looked at Mr. X and with lurid emphasis that he knew Mr. X would understand, said, “I know. Personally.” He let that sink in and saw Mr. X’s eyes widen. “He take fist?” Mr. was X intrigued, walked over to the kitchen table. “No, but I can train him to be a mean fisting Top. Mind if I clean this up?" “Go clean. No, he has to take fist too. And double dick. And scat.” Vinnie looked at JT’s worried face. He turned away and went to the medicine chest next to the rack of towels. The dumb-ass kid probably didn’t even know what scat was. He was sure fisting to him was obvious, though. “Double dick okay, But no scat and no more animals.” He found the alcohol and roll of cotton pads and tape. Brought them back to the table, sat and let the robe fall off him to the back of the chair. “Raunch then. He must do raunch or what else would a pretty face be good for except to be dirty." Vinnie nodded, then let out a hiss as he dabbed the wound. Mr. X continued excitedly, "Okay, we’ll put in standard contract. Fifteen gross minus my fifty percent on first three videos—co-star, not starring—then we renegotiate according to audience interest. U.S. rights only.” Vinnie applied the pad and started wrapping his shoulder. "We'll agree to that." He did not look at Jeremy but certainly heard his protestations. “One more thing. My pound of flesh. Assemblyman will not be happy just with money. He says he wants boy's balls too. He talked literal." Vinnie was about to protest, but Mr. X continued soothingly, "Stop your worry. I give him nice big prosthetic balls. We make hardon with implant or drugs. We can decide later. But it has to be or this escalates unattractively.” Vinnie heard JT yelling through his gag, and saw he was shaking his head emphatically. He made out a muffled fuck you before Daryl slapped him hard. “I agree with the kid. That’s short-sighted, Mr. X. You know from your own pussy-boys back home. It’s not sustainable. Hormone therapy, the suicides, increased ED over time, permanent impotence. You'll get three years tops out of him.” “This is not negotiable point. Assemblyman, he wants his nutsack. Nothing I can do. Wants to cook and eat testicles, preferably in front of boy. Myself? I think that is a too—uh, much. But with deal, no feds get involved. No to deal, I shoot you both and chop off his balls anyway.” Vinnie looked at the boy who was trembling. His penis had shrunk down to an Oscar Meyer weiner size, the smallest Vinnie'd ever seen it. “Okay, final offer. One of his balls and one of mine. I choose the method,” Vinnie offered dispassionately. “Okay," he said. "Deal. But first, I take bag and gun you look at too much.” He opened the Go Bag and waved a finger. He put Saftow's gun in his overcoat pocket and tossed the other two to his men. “You too," he said to his men. "Your job to make sure boy can take double fuck. You, Vincenzo, make sure he can take fist, next week latest, or he gets vag and your end up in bay. I write outline of contract, you get single point ready for me and boy to bond. One dart, split gram between us. Use bag I have. Czech glass. None of your Mexican shit. Boy and I have bond. We have good bonding time, maybe I let him fuck me, I am kind. I take one ball from each of you. Assemblyman get your ball, his ball. Assemblyman never know the difference. Shhh, our secret. All balls look alike on dinner plate. Everyone is happy." Mr. X took out a small bag of solid, clear shreds of crystal, and laid it on the table. Vinnie pulled his robe carefully over his shoulder, got up and took a spoon from a kitchen drawer, a plate from the cabinet. Mr. X put a razor blade next to the bag, eyeing Vinnie carefully. Vinnie got to work. "Hey! Salt ‘n Pepa," Mr. X called over his shoulder. "What you wait for. Get busy. We have much business tonight.” JT eyes grew wide as saucers, as Mr. X’s two muscles rapidly stripped, displaying monster cocks to rival his. *** It took over an hour for Mr. X and Vinnie to work out the contract until both were satisfied. While Mr. X wrote out the first version, Vinnie chopped, cooked, and cooled the clear vial. Shortly into the negotiation Vinnie saw JT was resisting, consciously or not. The two men frustratingly took turns trying to get their dicks into him. Vinnie asked Mr. X if he could give the boy a booty bump out of his own stash. Generously Mr. X pointed to his own baggie and Vinnie pinched the bottom debris and flicked it into a shot glass. With one of his plungers he added water, mixed it up and, once dissolved, sucked it back up. He came over to the boy whose legs were being held and spread in the air by the two muscles. Mr. X put down the contract and came over to watch. Vinnie put some lube on his finger, greased the boy's hole and slid in the plunger, pushing in the contents. "Trust me, cowboy. You can hate me for the rest of your life, but you'll have a rest of your life." The kid stared at him the whole time, unnerving Vinnie, made him regret every second of their future. Fear broke over the kid's face. Quickly the boy began rapid breathing and then an unnatural calm came over him. His small hole clutched in and pulsed out. His pursed asslips puckered in, while the drug absorbed into his porous ass walls. He was trying to push it out but he could feel the cold liquid dripping deeper inside. To Mr. X the transformation was always remarkable. The boy's face transformed slowly from fear to lust. He could see his hole pushing out for someone, anyone, to enter him. A little cum, probably Vincenzo's bubbled up. Irresistible as honey, he bent down and lick JT's hole. The youth was startled by his forked tongue, but he soon offered his butt again to the freakish old man. Mr. X stuck in his tongue sending a wave of gooseflesh over the boy. Even the muscle men couldn't help but get a little hard over the boy's change. "Back to work," declared Mr. X and got off the bed. It took slightly less than an hour for Oak and Daryl to both get inside JT and satisfy themselves. Oak, true to his name, had a solid piece of wood. As soon as Vinnie and Mr. X resumed their negotiations at the kitchen table, he did his duty vigilantly. He was very hairy, not in a clipped porn star way, but as man who drank, worked out seldom, and never watched his diet. He was thick around the middle and had very broad, dock worker shoulders. Jeremy felt the man's buried muscles under the very fleshy and hairy chest. JT's hole was tight in fear but now relaxing. Either way, Oak couldn't have cared less. He actually preferred a fight, overcoming an assailant who didn't want him in him. Rape turned him on. But the kid tightness without the bump was impossible to penetrate. Not as satisfying as it would have been to break into him over the long haul, the kid was compliant, didn't fight him as he slipped his hard and dripping cock into his body. Jeremy flinched when the bald man's knob first when in, not mentally, but from the physical size of it. His mind was shifting; now he desired his hole to be stretched to take whatever was offered. He felt Oak's head and shaft sliding down into him. He bucked to take the man in faster even though it hurt. Hurt is what he wanted. That and degradation. He nudged the black man, Daryl, who knelt next to his head, pushing the gag ball against his cock. Daryl took off the gag and stuffed his cock in the kid's mouth. While Oak was fucking in his last few inches, Jeremy swallowed the veiny black cock. Oak pumped away in him while Daryl grabbed his head and skull fucked him. Jeremy choked several times when Daryl rammed his cock in deep, which only made the man harder. Daryl was the opposite in every way from Oak. Muscles covered with jet black tattoos. Hairless, even on his crotch. If he weren't going through his initial rush, Jeremy would never have been able to even get beyond the uncut dark knob. But Daryl was slowly feeding him, slowly getting himself aroused. Jeremy slathered his cock up and down the shaft. Went under him to lick his balls, nudged him to get to his ass crack. Daryl straddled over him, letting the boy's tongue journey into his ass. His cock bobbed up and down with every stroke of the kid's tongue. Jeremy tasted the funk that lined the man's smooth ass, felt the stubble of shaved hair around his hole. He knew what he was tasting was an unwashed hole and recognizing that, dug in deeper. Daryl tapped Oak and they traded places. Daryl was even larger and went further up Jeremy's shithole than Oak. His cock was fatter too. Jeremy tried to reach out to touch his black skin. He'd never been this closer to a black man before and was curious and lustful to stroke the skin of the man on top of him. Daryl told Oak to uncuff him, and once freed, Jeremy ran his hands up and down the man's broad back. Daryl started fucking him harder, pinching his own tits, while Jeremy pushed his hole up to meet the man's every plunge. Jeremy's tongue explored Oak's ass and balls. Oak's hole tasted like soap but there were burrs wrapped up in all that hair between his buttcheeks. Jeremy sucked at them swallowing the bits of dried shit, while thrusting his hips up to meet the black man's meat. Before Daryl could explode in the boy's compliant hole, he withdrew and flipped on his back. Oak guided the boy's horny wet hole to sit on Daryl's upright monster. "Yeah, fuck yourself on him, boy, get him to gape your cunt." Jeremy, excited by Oaks' words, started bouncing on Daryl's engorged member with abandoned. It got the attention of Mr. X and Vinnie. JT saw them looking and liked being watched. He bit his lip and started sucking Oak's dripping cock in front of them. Daryl grabbed the boy's muscular arms and drew him back to rest on his chest and kept fucking him from behind. Jeremy put his arms on Oak's torso and pulled him down as he went down. He wanted them both. Oak fell on him causing Daryl to let out a grunt under the weight of both men, but continued plunging into Jeremy's receptive hole. He thrust harder knowing what was coming. He loved feeling another strong cock rubbing against his, deep inside a pussy hole like the boy's. Oak took his member and aimed it at the black cock pistoning in the smooth pink hole. Fully lubed, he pushed his cockhead against the gliding black cock and joined in the penetration of the receptive hole. Jeremy initially let out a cry of pain, but enjoyed the sensation of having his hole shared by two such muscular and criminal assailants. He awoke to what he was, a whore that would take on anyone who would have him. He loved that his ass was providing his attackers such pleasure. Daryl grunted in his ear but it was Oak telling him to give up his pussy. A deep masculine voice telling him to let them destroy his cunt, that they'd fuck till they split him open, only encouraged Jeremy to abandon himself to pleasure. Jeremy joined in the self-abuse, begging them to stretch him apart, give him a sloppy pig hole. He felt it turning the men on, verbally debasing himself this way, feeling them grow harder, impaling him faster. His hand scaled Oak's back running his hand over thick back hair, and running his other hand under the black man's ass, assisting him, feeling the muscle tense with every thrusts. He never felt so open and desirous of cock in his life. They tore his ass wide and deep and he loved every second of it. He felt his ass lips stretched out and pushed back, and lips loose and extremely free against these men inside him, felt their penetration deep, felt something slither inside when one of the men came. It was Daryl who let out the first shit, felt him fuck him deep, hold himself in, then impale him again. It triggered the bald man on top of him to nut too. Daryl grabbed his arms tightly, pinning him down, while Oak punished the hole with his full weight. JT cried out with the mass and depth and in intense pleasure as his own cock, under the weight of Oak's large and hairy gut rubbed his cock to orgasm. He found his chest covered in sweat and cum when Oak pulled out. The man stood up stoically, like nothing had occurred, pulled Jeremy off his partner and tossed him aside. Daryl, equally indifferent, got up to his knees, put his cock next to Jeremy's mouth and demanded him to clean it off. Jeremy wanted to continue to play with Daryl's swaying balls, but all Daryl wanted was to have the lube and cum cleaned off him before he got back into his clothes. Satisfied, he got up and dress into his black business suit, as did Oak. They stood on both sides of the kitchen table as Vinnie and Mr. X finished signing the document. *** "Tie him," ordered Mr. X as soon as Vinnie put down the pen. "Legs apart." Vinnie's robe hung open, his dick flaccid, his heart scabbed over. The price he paid for feeling a moment, an hour, a day of tenderness, of weakness, letting his guard down, not thinking clearly, was paying him back with ice now running through his veins. He knew what he had just signed away: any hope of happiness or forgiveness. Perhaps he deserved this sentence but he knew Jeremy didn't. This was his punishment now, his sentence was to watch his boy writhed in the wet blanket, sticking his hand in his ass, pulling out webs of cum from between his legs, licking his hand and swallowing the two indifferent men's spooge. Mr. X slowly stripped in front of Jeremy. The kid licking his fingertips watched the man before him. Mr. X motioned to his two men and whispered something to them. They nodded. Jeremy lay fascinated at what Mr. X was revealing. The overcoat draped on a chair, shoes, tie, shirt. Mr. X, who he thought as just the boss of thugs, out of his clothes was an old, withered man, a hag with sagging pierced tits. Maybe at one time he thought he appeared stark, shockingly compelling, now he was simply repulsive. His tattoos laughably cliche. A hula girl, a ship on his chest? Jeremy almost laughed, Where was Popeye? This guy's muscles were old man muscles. Stringy, veining and bruised, a junkie's body. He'd seen men like this before, the father's of the junkie's his brother hung out with. The dude would be dead soon, thought Jeremy. If not this year then the next. His pants off, hung over the rest of his clothes, Jeremy was impressed and disgusted by the anaconda hanging between the old man's legs. He withdrew another slop from his hole and sucked it down. Mr. X found a vein, stuck himself with his point, registered, plunged half the vile in his vein, sucked air through his mouth, and lay back with the point in his arm. Eyes closed, lying at Jeremy's feet, he said to him off in a distant place, "Lie back and show me your neck." Jeremy laid down on his side, hands folded by his face, as if he was preparing for death. Mr. X rose, the needle dangling till he pulled it out. He crawled up to the boy. Opened his eyes, steadied himself on the boy's shoulder, feeling it, groped down till he found the boy's small nipple and squeezed. He felt the boy twitch. "No, no. I do anything I want. You take it. Understood?" Jeremy nodded. "Brush hair from your neck." Jeremy brushed it back. "Don't move." Mr. X bent down close enough for Jeremy to feel his foul breath. The needle pricked, he felt the gush of red liquid enter his neck, go straight to the brain. He twitched uncontrollably, 10 trillion synaptic connection, one percent of his brain fired at once, electrifying throughout his core. Dopamine flooded his system, millions of dentrites fluttered and gave out simultaneous jolts of white hot euphoria. The needle left his neck, replaced with the forked tongue of the incubus slathering the trail of blood left behind. He was back in his hometown, back in his junkie high, broken into again like the abandoned house he went to with his brother, the shooting gallery wandering the hallways, house of boarded window. There, in a corner, a couple fucked anonymously, it was a toss up if they knew each other, in the broken tile bathroom his brother pushed his head down for him to suck him off, an old derelict lay nodding naked on horse. Creeping in blindly to the old man's room, his brother's cum dripping down his face, crawling to where the old man lay, fondling his body in the dark, sucked on his huge metal-filled eel. He ran his hands like braille over the studded cock. It was the merger of maleness and madness and he wanted it in him. He pressed himself back on it and its rigidity overtook him without a fight. The old man twisted his consenting body till he towered above him. He looked up through black eyes and saw the old man above him. The old man's eyes blazed like coals. The demon's bone impaled his core, controlled him from within. "Fuck me, Sarah Palin," he whispered. The man whispered back to him, "I am not your Sarah Palin, I am your God." He saw his brother standing over him, urging him on. "Give him your soul, little brother. He has mine." There were others standing around the room, silently nodding. The demon spoke to one of them to get the lights. The room faded to the dimmest flames of yellow and glowing embers of red, where shapes became shadows and shadows shape. He felt these wisps of darkest run their hands over his body. Fingers and cocks entered his mouth, fingers were added in his ass accompanying the pumping shaft with its beads and painful ring. How shitting felt like, with its peristaltic motion usually crawling waste out like a undulating caterpillar, but the world was upside down, inside out. Things were going in the usual went out. "Stick in your hand," ordered the figure overhanging him. He felt a hand forcing its way in, smothering the sliding cobra within his colon. Without objection, took adsorbed everything into his body the monsters provided. The hand smothered the snake in his ass. It stretched and plied him open until he felt his ass ring close and capture both snake and wrist. He heard himself scream outside himself as he rocked on it while the stroking hand perused the snake. The snake hissed, slithering and bit him inside. The hand travel deeper breaking every barrier he thought he had. The were no longer barriers to anything, physically or mentally. A mouth covered his, breathed in him air as foul as hell, as fetid as a cesspool. Something snapped under his nose and the odor caused him to bare down harder, to take as much of the arm slithering, pulling in the snake farther within. In the half-light everything halted as a new hand went to his throat. Whispers of foreign tongues exchanged above him. Nyet. The hand left his neck and crawled to his scrotum. It pinched, grabbed, rubbed his nuts. He understood the foreign tongue, my jewels, it said. He felt a slow stinging in his bowels as the snake spewed venom, and then a rush of liquid filled him, bloating inside, blocked at his entrance so not a drop escaped. He thought he would explode as the mass of liquid had no route out, only up, in. The coil of metal and flesh withdrew, but another hand immediately replaced it. Long, bony fingers broke through first, but then a fleshy palm began ripping him apart. He yelled for it, for them to stop, but a black cock invaded his throat. He wanted that too, and the suffering. So many things held him down, covered his flesh. He felt the swirl of a wet worm enter his cock slit and lips cover his penis. He was feeling too many things that were unreal and impossibly pleasurable. His hole caved into a cunt. Two hands rode inside him. He felt altered. Emasculated. Blazing fire ran over his skin. He was feverish, his skin covered in a sheen. His enormous cock shrank to a clit. Someone was fingering it, sucking it. The black cock spit in his mouth and he swallowed the salty phlegm down again and again as it erupted. Then a black face spit in his mouth. He heard the old man say move and, like a six legged crab, the old man crawled over his face, still sucking his cock and clit. Whatever dim light that shown, dimmed even more, two black moons fell over his face, landing a moist wet stain on his lips. The stain listed back and forth like a tide of filth. He stuck out his tongue and absorb the taste. It changed him to a helpless heap, a slave to his senses, the pleasure of confirming his worthlessness. A hot slug swam into his mouth and he swallowed it before he could think. Then he thought no more and succumbed to senses that smothered his brain, till darkness engulfed him while his body played on and on. *** Vinnie hung his head ashamed. The kid was gone. Who would emerge as the sun came up? He watched as Mr. X hung his ass over Jeremy's face. He watched transfixed as the old fucker's prolapse fell out from his hanging asslips. Jeremy lapped at it like a trained dog. Spread the scum's cheeks apart to slather as much as he could find. He couldn't watch but he couldn't stop watching. JT'a full erection bobbed excitedly up and down as he got into the writhing he was inciting on Mr. X. Vinnie's hands flexed, testing his binds. His shoulder tore against his bandage. Mr. X was impossible to defeat. The barrier of evil was insurmountable. He could watch then couldn't stop watching. The degenerate mobster wasn't satisfied defiling his victim, he was corrupting it, climbing over the boy's body, dragging his enormous entrails over JT's chest, rubbing on the boy's smooth skin obscenely, and now mounted the boy's erection, scaling it, plunging himself down deliberately, repeatedly, masturbating until both he and boy erupted. He shot across the room, spewing ropes flew across the room. The leopard spread was wet and defiled with artifacts. Mr. X rocked in the aftermath, pleasuring himself with the boy. He sat for the longest time, slowly squeezing the youth. In a trance of satisfaction. *** Time could not permanently keep Vinnie in this hellish purgatory. That was left to his eternal conscience. But the sun did break through the windows. The boy's dick flopped out and Mr. X got up on spindly legs. "The boy is adequate," he said cracking his back. "One last thing and we call it a day." Vinnie voice was horse and deadened. "It's in the bed drawer, at the end." The old man wheezed, "What a noble man you are, sacrificing part of yourself for part of him." Mr. X pulled out the pliers-like device. The emasculatome. "Untie him," he said to his two men. "I'm too tired. I want you to do the boy. I will do you. Then we leave you to play house again." He dropped the heavy device on the table. Went back to the boy to wipe the slime from his ass and crotch into the boy's long brown hair. Only then did he proceed to dress. Vinnie rubbed his freed wrists, then sat his elbows on the table and hung his head. Mr. X fully dressed, clapped his hands. "Chop, chop." The boy was dazed. Most likely didn't know what was going on, had no idea of the conversation that took place hours ago. Still, Mr. X's men each grabbed one of Jeremy's arms and legs, readying for the upcoming struggle. Vinnie approached with the heavy instrument and knelt at the foot of the bed looking at Jeremy's beautiful hairless sack hanging there. "Jeremy," he started, then fell forward with only his fist to prop him up. In back of him Mr. X tapped the table twice. "Cowboy, I am so sorry." Mr. X tapped once more, emphatically. The boy looked up at Vinnie confused, his face tarnished and streaked unforgivably. "Vinnie? What's happenin'?" Vinnie looked away, said, "Sport, we've played much rougher than this. And you and I are going to make it through. Okay? Understand me?" The kid's eyes were tweaked, spinning but he was smiling. His large, brilliant, shark-teeth smile. "What's this game we're playin, Vinnie'? Is this where we squeeze each other's balls and you say, look at my dick, look at my dick?" He decided to tell him straight. He showed JT the emasculatome. "This is used to castrate sheep. It crushes the sperm cord, cutting off the blood vessels, and kills the ball. It don't cut you, but testicle can't get blood no more, and it shrinks up and dies." However far back JT's brain had settled inside, he came crashing back fully awake, holy terror in his eyes. The two strongmen pinned down his strong, rebellious body. Jeremy banged his head back several times against the pillows, pleading, heaving for Vinnie have mercy, to not to do it. Vinnie crawled forward on his knees. He held the instrument in his good hand, cherished one of Jeremy treasures one last time, feeling for the internal cord. He placed a thumb on the lock, the jaws snapped open. He looked JT in the eyes, took a deep breath, brought the jagged claws down hard and severed the cord. Jeremy wailed all the breath in his lungs into the pillow's tiger face. His body went into seizure. His head bounced side to side, erupting into a second long, bitter, agonizing hate-filled scream. He screamed once more that shattered and choked in his throat from the horror of what was happening was true, that Vinnie had done it to him, and ended in a broken cry of utter, final betrayal. He glared through tears and cursed Vinnie. The men released him and he rolled up into a tight ball, weeping endlessly on the bed, clutching his dying stone. "Next," said Mr. X to Vinnie, who walked back to the chair, opened his robe, and welcomed the punishment.

Very hot description of the conversion! I can picture that wicked PA tearing up the boy's virgin hole....mmmmmm.

Hope we hear a lot more about the weekend.

I'll second that. Please continue the tale!

Very hot story continues! I love the Halloween party and costumes they wore! Huge roleplay fan and love the spandex...and body paint these super heroes wore!

hey, writers, may I suggest the obvious option, just writing 'he was young' and leaving the specifics to the imagination of your readrers? if for creative reasons in the name of artistic freedom you must include an exact age which may or may not be legal in all areas, send your story to the Nifty Archive, not here.

I love taking multiple loads....have been trying to get as much as I can since men finally started fucking me when I was 11..... Managed to hook up with adult bookstore owner when I was 15 so he'd get me into the back rooms and porn theaters were I got gangbanged the first time by 10 guys....i always took raw cock and loads in my ass and I loved the feeling of my hole gaping and used.....i cruised every day after school and never got less than 3 loads

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

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Prolapse (Night 2) You’re a sick puppy, I said to myself. After watching the concluding half-hour of the abuse Joey was put through, how could I be stiff as a board witnessing it? At Bar X Duncan stood off to a corner watching the shadow men who’d been aroused by his performance. The first group of men in line for Joey's ass were satisfied with simply fucking the half conscious kid strapped to the fuckbench. It was the few remaining men who lingered around waiting for the room to thin out, that slipped a few extra bills to Mr. X, these last men almost made me crack my nut, sick as that was. I don’t know if Joey had ever taken a fist, but the assembled men, maybe five or six, started testing out what the boy could take. With the first fist he was clearly awake, struggling against his restraints. The men were not gentle but took satisfaction in Joey’s pleas to stop. Several tried double fisting him but they failed in their attempts. The last couple were satisfied to piston and punch fist him, violating him with a good forearm before trading off to the next in line. The lube starting running pink then turned red, before Duncan saw that Joey could be seriously internally injured. He intervened and gave Joey's ass to the last man in line. He was a very thin old man—ninety, a hundred, a thousand year old priest?—practically skeletal. He negotiated with Mr. X and Duncan, giving Duncan a small black bottle and then went over and knelt before Joey’s ass. Crouching on his knobby knees he surgically felt inside the boy. Duncan came over and gave Joey a hit off the bottle the old man had provided. Joey’s head drooped even before the bottle was capped. Duncan sampled a hit. If it weren’t for one of the remaining spectators standing close to him, Duncan would have fallen. The spectator steady him and Duncan stood for a long while enwrapped in a hypnotic daze. The skeleton soon had his fist in Joey going up to his mid forearm when Joey’s head bobbed up and fell again. The old man's rested inside Joey at the crook of his arm. He withdrew it completed and immediately reinserted it. Joey silently opened his mouth, his eyes saucers of black, as the man this time went past the bones of his elbow. Joey breathed rapidly trying to absorb the old man’s thin flesh and bones. The skeleton paused just for a moment to let Joey adjust to the depth he had penetrated, then immediately inserted his other bony hand in Joey’s ass. There was an audible gasp from Joey when the second hand entered. Joey’s head fell. Duncan was again awake and stroke over to give the kid another hit. Joey shook his head emphatically but Duncan whispered sternly in his ear, and held the reluctant boy’s head between his thigh and his hand. Joey surrendered to the inevitable and inhaled obediently first with one nostril then the other. Duncan held this there until the captive took two more hits. The old man waited for Duncan to cap the bottle and step aside, then set the new hand trailing along his first arm. You could actually see the Joey's facial transformation. What was first reluctance then resistance to what the old man was doing internally to him, now Joey was assisting his own impalement. The old man met his new hand with the other deep inside Joey's body. The boy pressed his ass back on the old man's arms, trying to force the man's arms ever deeper. Me moaned and huffed with every inch he pushed and absorbed. At the peak of what his body could take, arms up to the withered biceps, the old man pushed an inch deeper extracting a frantic holler from Joey and then cruelly extracted both hands all the way out at once pulling Joey's innards with it. Joey cried out not in pain but in delirium, as his hole flared open displaying his newly exposed bright red entrails. *** I did as I was instructed. Water, then back on the giant phallus. I was able to take the speed bump and add a last few inches in pure sympathy with what I imagined Joey must have gone through. The video ended with Duncan unstrapping Joey and carrying him either unconscious or simply a crumpled sack of beaten meat with a thick river of spent lube and cum drooling out of his asshole. A final shot of Joey's head buried in the cleft of Duncan's hairy chest. On cue Mr. X and Riggs made their entrance. "Is excellent video, no? Analytics says over seven thousand visits, five hundred downloads in first day," Mr. X chortled, holding out a contract. "Joey will be big star, already have signature from him. This is yours. You sign whenever." He placed his hand on my face evaluating my butt and the distance traveled. "Very good, boy. You come far ways. But now I want to show you what you will be like for me. Not tomorrow but goal for you. Riggs has present for your next step, yes Pig Riggs?" With that, Riggs climbed in the sling, strapping in his legs, spreading open to display his hanging asslips. "What do you think, almost virgin Boy Scout. You see bull cunt like this before?" As an afterthought Mr. X added, "Leave dildo on bed, take up butt plug and come over here. That big plug there." Between pulling out the object and shitting it with my loosened ass muscles, I grunted till the dildo fell out. I went over and picked up the large butt plug Mr. X indicated and then went over and stood next to him. I bent to look at Riggs and Mr. X inserted a few inches of the plug in my ass. He gave an approving snort and I allow him to push it all the way in. "Oh, shit! Thank you, Sir." I examined Riggs' hole while my hole adjusted to the smaller object. "Holy fuck, Sir! I've never seen a hole with hanging flaps like that." "Sit and wheel yourself closer. See full talent of Riggs' hole. Maybe pleasure him while I get preparations going. Poppers to inspire you." Mr. X went to the table and went to work on loading fresh points for himself and Riggs. I took my hit and looked at his full, smooth puckered old man butt. A wave of lust got in me once I capped the bottle. I spread his cheeks and went in to get my first real taste of a man's asshole. I gave a lick to his hanging nutsack and ran my tongue down his taint. He was smooth, clean, but once I got to his sloppy asslips I got a taste of his muskier self. The poppers made me want to get more of that smell so I plunged a finger in him and pulled it out and sucked on it. He let out a cry of delight. What a dirty child I was, he sputtered. His sphincter and colon were softer than I could have imagined. I sucked on the outer flap of skin, every so often slipping my tongue inside as I circle around his hole. Each time I inserted my tongue down his shit chute he gave a loud moan. I used my fingers to spread apart his hole. It was so pliable that every time I spread him apart, it would stay open for a moment and I could see deep inside his cunt. It was bright pink then turned red the farther in I peered. He was pushing to expose more of his colon. I was fascinated how I was in some warped science experiment discovering the extremes of anatomy. This was not a boy's tight butthole like I knew mine to be when we started—how long ago? This was a sloppy pig's, extremely used manhole. I took another hit and began lapping it like a dog. We found a rhythm of him pushing, exposing more hole, and me licking as the next velvety layer of red innards unfolded. His moaning increased. "That's it, lick that rosebud, pig boy," he murmured. His cock, fully erect, bobbed in excitement to what I was doing to him. His hole was cleanly scrubbed and I explored it with my mouth and tongue each petal he was blooming. I felt my own hole open with the new butt plug, smaller than the dildo I had been working with but still big enough to give a charge with each gentle bounce I took on the stool. But what I was sitting on was nothing like what I was seeing. I was envious of Riggs' accomplishment, and anxious for my hole to follow suit. Not tonight, I knew, but I thought with these two men's perverseness, I could easily be guided to follow Riggs' path. Riggs pushed out his cock and I ran my tongue up his balls and up to his cockhead. There was a lot of precum dripping out of him, and I relis,hed the salty taste he was emitting. I kept splaying his ass apart with my fingers and leaned up to suck his cock straight down, trying to swallow as much of his eight inches as I could. I was turned on by him and what I was causing him to do. I wanted to take even more pleasure in him. My dick was hard as I stood up. I saw Riggs was watching me in the mirror, as I used my dick as a teasing stick, running his hole up and down, occasionally pushing in just the tip. "You little fuck," he moaned. "Give me your fuckstick, you back alley slut." I pushed it in, my first feeling of fucking an ass. And what an ass! How soft and giving his hole was. How plush and how much pleasure I felt in my engulfed cock. His hole was a wet crevice that gave absolutely no resistance as I pushed in. I was quickly up to my balls. Mr. X immediately saw what was I was doing, ordered me to get the fuck out of Riggs. "You little deviant shit, we might have to revise your contract, at least add a Top clause. I thought you were total bottom." He was swirling the liquid in the needles trying to dissolve the crystals. "I can see some situations where your talent would be appreciated. Councilman Greggs, I was thinking Riggs." He strapped a tourniquet around Riggs' arm and haphazardly stuck him. "But it's not always going to be about you, boy. Get that in your head. This time is about Riggs. This is how you treat some clients," he said, pulling the emptied needle out of Riggs' arm and snapping off the tourniquet. Riggs raised his arm in the air, his eyes bulged, and he gave out a short cough. "Fuck," he muttered with a blank stare. His pupils were huge. He took me in, trying to focus. "Fuck, I want your little prick back in me." His look was demented, selfishly evil. His lust made my heart race and relieved that he looked incapable of getting up out of the sling. Still something tantalizing remained in his desires. His head fell back onto the pillow. "Please X, let the piece of trash fuck me." "Alright. Only till I'm ready, and if you cum, boy, I'm going to cut off your balls and that will be the first and last fuck you ever have." He stuck himself with the second needle, used his thumb to register, then pushed down his plunger, and went through his ritual of capping the needle in slow motion, then holding onto the slings bars to steady himself. He went to work on Riggs tits. "Well, get your dick in him." Not that I felt turned on, but out of fear of not doing what Mr. X said, I got up and place my semi-rigid dick back against Riggs hole. It easily swallowed me up and with some gentle rocking I felt the pleasure of Riggs velvety ass making me rise to the occasion. Both of them with large black eyes watched me fuck Riggs. When I was confident I wasn't going to fall out, I grabbed the top bar of the sling and began slamming my cock into his silky hole. It felt fantastic pleasing myself and being observed simultaneously by these two very drugged up and debauched men. Steadying himself by holding onto the sling's pipes, he made his way behind me. I couldn't see him but felt him guide my arms down, and pin them behind me. "This is the way you fuck. Arms out of way of camera," he instructed. "Go all the way out and right back in. Let audience see your dick and then slam it back into pig. Could be young boy pig or old fuck like Riggs. Audience for every taste." I fucked Riggs, hard. Mr. X felt up my chest, tweaking my nipples, slithering his forked tongue in my ear, bit my neck a couple of times. His snake hand went down my side until it curved into my butt. He must have forgotten about my plug. "Ah no," he said to himself, a little disappointed. "Okay sit. Observe what you're little tight ass is going to become." I backed out of Riggs, more turned on than ever. I wasn't going to last much longer, so it was probably good to get a break and let Mr. X turn his dark attention on Riggs. Sitting next to Mr. X, I watched him grease up both his hands, and how, with a clench fist, he went straight and smoothly into Riggs. Riggs gave a grunt of pleasure and delight, breathing heavily. His hardon died but he was toying with the soft spongy mound incessantly. Mr. X withdrew his fist and immediately inserted his other. Like a locomotive taking off, his alternating fists started slowly and sure, but soon sped up to rapping Riggs' ass like a punching bag. Riggs looked in agony but spread his legs apart further. His eyes were looking up at the mirror taking in the devastation he was being put through and making animal noises, gnarling deep guttural incoherent words. Mr. X quit abruptly, inserting both hands, palms out into Riggs' hole and stretched with all the power he possessed. Riggs' responded with rapid puffs of breath, his body spasming in tremors, making a racket with the chains. Mr. X encouraged him to push. Where before his asshole had blossomed like a large rose, now those same red petals were turning inside out. Part of his colon was protruding beyond his asslips. "Fuck is that?" I asked, inching closer. "Just wait," replied Mr. X. "Go play with his tits. We're both fucked up. I gave him more than you ever had. The more you distract him the farther you and I can go with him tonight." I was interested in what Mr. X meant by that. I shuffled over to Riggs' side. He looked up at me pitifully, almost blindly. I was ready to start tweaking his nipples, but he asked instead if he could suck my tits. I bent over and at first he slowly nursed them rubbing my back, but as Mr. X quickly turned to his violent punching, Riggs grabbed me around my shoulders and pulled me onto the sling with him. His grip was steel and desperate. The harder Mr. X pile-drove into Riggs' gaping hole, the harder Riggs bit down on my nipple. My yelling only made things worse. Mr. X increased the velocity of his punching and Riggs increased the ferocity of his bite. Whose agony was more intense was a tossup. But again, Mr. X abruptly halted and spread Riggs' hole even farther than before. Riggs, a wild animal a moment ago, whimpered as Mr. X ordered him to push. He grunted out an enormous amount of flesh. I looked up at the cracked mirror, now outside of Riggs' reach, and couldn't believe how much of Riggs' colon lay in Mr. X's hand. With his snake hand, his fingers traced a ring around Riggs' bloated sphincter. Mr. X's other hand held a good six inches of Riggs' colon. "Now you finally make progress, Riggs!" Mr. X seemed to congratulate him. Riggs looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed, both a sound of accomplishment and relief. "Boy, come, feel prolapse." It looked to me like a repugnant red slug, undulating slightly when I touched it. "It's like a turtle, very sensitive, wants to go back inside. But Riggs know it's a special pet, a most sensitive pet that he carries around for me inside. He knows it belongs to me and needs much worshiping." Mr. X picked out a capsule of amyl from his vest, broke it, sniffed and shared it with me. Mr. X knelt before the slug, flicked his tongue around and inside Riggs' prolapse. He grabbed my shoulder and knelt me before it next to him. We started lapping it together, both of us fondling it like a delicious object. Mr. X guide my face to what looked what otherwise would be its tail and told me to put my tongue inside. I did and felt a river of sludge greet me. Crisco and yellowish, pink and brown butt juice oozed into my mouth. I swallowed and stuck my tongue in deeper. "Good boy," encouraged Mr. X. I sucked on it, pulling out more of Riggs, both more of the red slug and more juices. Riggs' guttural mutterings came back as Mr. X encircled his forked tongue around the outside and I explored inside the prolapse. Mr. X put his arm around me and together we worshiped at the disconnected colon of Riggs. The three of were entwined for quite some time, each of us emitting deep satisfied noises of debauched delight. I felt something nasty overcoming me the more I suck down Riggs' juices. I looked over and saw Mr. X watching me. His eyes had lost all color, were black pools staring into me. His hand slick with Riggs' slime, he ran his hand through my hair, slicking it solidly to my scalp. I licked his hand, saw more of Riggs' fluids running down his arm where they had been deep inside. Pink grease and streaks of brown sludge. I ran my tongue up his arm, swallowing fetid liquid that bonded me ever stronger to him. I couldn't help myself. I licked his arm to his bicep, and then, catching a whiff of his armpit, continued till my face was buried deep into the bush of piss and rank odor that he emanated. He caught my head in a vice, but I didn't want to go anywhere. I was happy exactly where I was. His other hand glided down my belly to my dick. He greased it with what was left of Riggs' secretions. He easy aroused me and brought us up both facing Riggs. "This is what I wanted you to wait for, so your first fuck wouldn't be a nice, clean fuckhole but a degenerate filthy prolapse, something most boys never even dream of. Yet here you are, my new initiate." He was going to get me off right there, but he positioned me in front of Riggs’ 'tail' and held it in place while I inserted my very engorged dick slowly into it. Riggs cried out in astonishment, his eyes, also black, looked demonically incoherent up at the mirror and back over to me. He seemed to roll in and out of consciousness. "Fuck me, boy," he teased. "Do what your Scout Master orders. Fuck my blown out cunt, and when the time comes I will do the same to yours." My cock pierced him deeper, but unlike my first penetration of him earlier when he was sloppy and loose, getting inside his prolapse was difficult. I felt like I was pushing it in. While Mr. X held it with slippery hands, the stretch I was giving his already pulled out colon was putting him over the edge and in pain. Or was it ecstasy? This was new and unreal to me, Mr. X was right, I could never have imagined it. Was I hurting him or was it part of the new revelation to me on the connection between pain and pleasure? All I knew I was so aroused in how I felt, in the power I had over this man from whom I wanted only one thing desperately, but felt after tonight we'd never get back the the innocence of auditioning for a part. So, yes, I now wanted to fuck him, to cause him pain. Whether it brought him pleasure too, I didn't care. My need was immediate, superior, utmost. I got a regular stroke going, not too deep to push him in, but enough to keep me aroused. There wasn't any trouble with that. Mr. X pulsing his prolapse on my member was keeping me on edge, short of cumming that I wanted dreadfully to put off. A distraction, one question had been floating in the background for the last couple of hours while the drugs were wearing off. It needed to be asked of Riggs' at his most vulnerable. With my dick starting to rock him harder, I blurted out before I censored, "You were never going to give me the part, were you?" I rocked the sling only slightly harder, but enough to have his prolapse disappear like a sea anemone, taking my cock inside with it. It was unearthly sensation, one over too quickly, but, amazing, followed up by Mr. X's hand following me inside. "Fuck, man," I said to Mr. X, "yessss. Jerk me off inside Riggs. Fuck, that's incredible. Don't stop. Aw, fuck." The three of us were conjoined. Riggs eyes were open but cold and dead as a shark. Mr. X, not enough to owning my cock in another man's ass, was playing with my butt hole too, fingering the plug, pulling it partially out then letting it snap back inside my hole. My senses were overload, and the hanging question I felt Riggs had answered with silence made me spewed a river up his butt. Mr. X increased his rhythmic stroking when he felt me gushing. As he focus his pressure on my cockhead with his thumb, each milking he gave me brought another spurt of cum. He rubbed and rubbed my cockhead. I was flinching but still spewing my seed inside Riggs. He released Riggs and wrapped his snake arm around me tight as an anaconda, and with his other hand extracted the entire buttplug in one tumultuous motion. Without his embrace I would have collapsed. As it was my legs went weak, dangling like a marionette clutched by his arms. I fell out of Riggs' hole, juice and sperm leaking out his ass. I threw my arms around Mr. X's neck trying to regain my balance. He scooped up my legs and carried me like a rolled carpet over to the bed. He lowered me and laid next to me. The snake hand that he'd just had possessed Riggs' prolapse, still heavily greased, now testing my hole. It was his snake hand and I knew where it was headed. He pushed in his cockhead to get his venomous elixir in me. Piss warmed my chute till he was finished. We lay like this until he knew his chems were affecting me. Now I was the one who was shaky. In the semi-darkness, I struggled with reality, I was starting to hallucinate. "Mr. X," I said, "I'm seeing things." "Tell me," he hissed in my ear. "I'm tweaking hard. Strange things, Mr. X, like equations and hieroglyphics. I see them zipping by. I focus on them, they rush ahead so I can't hold onto them." I was shaking again in a drug fever. Mr. X felt me trembling. He pulled up behind me, spooning and providing me with his internal fire. Gripping me forcefully, he provided comfort. He rubbed my abdomen and my chest. "It'll pass, boy, especially once we give you a final booster." "I'm so fucking high, Master. I don't even know how long I've been down here. When are we?" I asked, putting a hand behind me, just to feel someone was really there. "It's Saturday night, boy," he said. "Time we start the real party, yes?" He nuzzled my butthole with his dick. I couldn't help rubbing up against him, no matter how much I was shivering or how much my brain was sizzling, I still craved dick. "Geez, Sir, what have we been doing so far?" "Foreplay," he responded. "Time to modifying you to my liking." Just the tip of his penis entered me. Enough to cause a seal. Slowly I felt a second batch of his warm elixir drizzle into me. I knew by now how I would be in a few minutes. I was a captured insect whose prey continually injects the most intoxicating venom, devouring me alive while holding me as his meal. He finished pissing a few last squirts, he didn't have a lot left in him, but the feeling I now carried inside was enough to alter my mind about resisting another slam.

Exactly that's what I also experience. Every second before such a date (awaiting an anonymous top in my bed) I become more and more nervous, but eagerly hoping to get a great load. Then, during the fuck, you know about the risks if he shoots his load into your ass but - hell - I want to have it right there in that moment! After he left and I spurted my load, I sometimes start regretting arranging that date...

The premise is good but only one film showing smoking is not really my thing. need some slam videos in there...

Part 4. As Adam let the words sink in he began power drive fucking Andrew and shortly is groaning with such a deep voice, it was clear he was about to cum. He hammered away at my boy and then with that deep voice boomed, “Fucking…you…up…Neg Boy, you want my seed?” Andrew didn’t hesitate and between moans, his own lovely hard cock swinging between his legs dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. “Yes sir, I want it” he groans. “Here it comes” balls slapping hard up against Andrew’s butt, “TAKE MY POSION LOAD!!!!” he groans and cums hard inside him, “MY POZ LOAD!!!!!!” Andrew suddenly looked up as he realizes what Adam said, “Wait, WHAT WAS THAT?” He cried. Adam continues to pump what I know to be a gallon of toxic cum inside Andrew and his massive bulk held the frantic boy still. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely he all but collapses on top of him. We could all tell Andrew was now a bit panicky, which just made me hornier I had had to release my dick and was now slowly wanking myself as my fiancé realizes that perhaps ALL the cum he was taking tonight was tainted. “Did you like being bred boy?” came Adam’s deep voice. “You’re Poz aren’t you?” Andrew is asking in a surprisingly clear voice and looking over at this group horny led men and then directly at me, his boyfriend. “Baby, you know the risks of taking anon loads and being bred” I say pacifying him, “You know it’s what we really want…but were just too afraid to say!” Andrew grins in response and the other guys whoop with delight as one kneels beside him and pulls his legs apart and is beginning to lap at Andrew’s battered cunt which is dripping profuse amounts of cum. He licks for a few minutes before standing up to kiss Andrew and pass a mouth full of feltched Poz cum. Some guys that I notice haven’t cum yet are grinning and start making out in a five-way kiss with Andrew who now freely gives himself up as the centre of attention, hands all over each other’s bodies. One helps guide a big fat PA’s cock to his hole, “Breed me again master” Andrew whispers as he rides the poisonous fuck stick in several positions, as the guy slaps his arse and rapes him hard before biting down on his neck, making Andrew yelp out as another diseased load is pumped in him. Before Andrew knows what is happening the show got more and more nasty as the latest fucker pulls out two more, who could be twins rush forward, roughly pushing Andrew up against the wall and as he tries to resist is held firm as despite the odd angle one forces his what looks like 10” monster cock is jaggedly rammed home bottoming out in one stab and begins his rhymical thrusting. Our view is block as the other squats down and give a commentary. “Yeah come on boy I’m inserting one, now two fingers alongside my bros cock.” “Hey cunt! Relax, open up, breath deep and push out… yeah that’s it, good boy that’s now 4 fingers and a cock in your wrecked hole.” “Can you take any more?” It was the horniest thing and it spurred on the others to fuck further heating the toilet block even more, intensifying the smell and aromas to fever pitch as I sprayed the floor with yet another load. Andrew must have been panicking as he had never been fisted let a loan DP’d before but my anticipation peaked as to what would happen next. Surprisingly the hand is yanked out and with some athletic maneuvering the two guys are man handling my boy, still attached by one guys cock, as the other takes his equally huge penis in hand and firmly pushes and prods at the cock already pumping inside Andrew. “How can he still be so tight?” “Open up fucker” he insists and bangs that long monster hard at my boy’s hole as he tries to force his cock inside, “Errrrarrrgh!” he’s shouting. Andrew squeals like a pig. Whether it was the relaxing scream or perhaps realising the futility of it he gives into lust as can be heard from the audible “plop” as the brother sinks in in a double penetration. They quickly get a rhythm going, stretching Andrew’s cunt so wide that he was moaning in ecstasy and after a good while of fucking we hear, “I’m near” “and me” says the other through gritted teeth. “You want me to breed you bitch?” asks one. My boy pauses a response either in thought or pleasure but eventually replies, “Yes, please breed me” That command must push both over the edge with one firing first, “YES! TAKE IT, MY GIFT TO YOU” as the dirty hot load pumps out on the other’s shaft and he too blasts yet more toxic spooge into my fiancé abused and fully stretched hole. I am positively happy packing yet another erection slowly wanking as I watch my Andrew certainly being knocked up. The show is over as guy’s dress and slip away casually chatting and high fiving one another on a good night’s work thus leaving a worn-out Andrew, myself Scott and Adam alone in the semi darkness. “What about you?” Adam asks me, “Your boy wanted us to arrange this for YOU, so you’d be the one knocked up with HIM being instrumental in your downfall to depravity…but you turned the tables on our little plan we hatched at the clinic…”Andy has our numbers so be sure to tell us in a couple of weeks as soon as he starts to get sick with the fuck flu and we can do it all again.” And then there are just us two; me with a sore cock from wanking and balls drained dry and Andrew with an arm draped around my shoulder to keep himself upright, sure to be pregnant with multiple strains of HIV and God knows what STI’s. More to cum ;-)

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.

Part 2. The full moon and twinkling stars illuminate our way to the Gents which is all in darkness, has no doors so is just a straight forward walk in, modesty wall and as we turn the corner into the urinal area the strong smell of stale piss wafts over me and my cock throbs in my pants. My eyes adjust and I can just about make out the outline of 7 or 8 men partially visible by moonlight streaming through a slot of a window high up on the wall. There is no talking just a couple of guys making out and the others with their cocks out wanking. I push Andrew past a few guys and know his fate is sealed as I undo his jeans button and lower the zipper. My fiancé’s urgent rock hard cock proudly juts out and I automatically bend forward, open my mouth wide and to take him to the root with fabric and pubes pressed to my nose. Immediately hands are all over Andrew as his trousers and tighty whitey briefs fall around his ankles. I stand up, wriggle down my trackie bottoms and push Andrew down to take care of my rock-hard cock by shoving it down Andrew's throat in one go, choking him with every thrust. The moon light highlights the tears in his eyes as he gurgles and struggles for breath but is quickly distracted is the men’s wear guy Scott from the clinic was the first to manoeuvre behind Andrew and I watch as he looks directly into my eyes, put a finger to his mouth and slowly sucks it in and equally slowly pushes out. I can see saliva glistening all over his finger as passes that finger down outta sight an obviously rams it knuckle deep in Andrew’s hole. Amid the silence of the forest you can hear from round my thick uncut 7” cock a sharp intake of breath and as I look down into his face I see in Andrew’s eyes that he’s begging for more as Scott’s finger or fingers saw in and out of my boy’s cunt. From the darkness, I make out the muscly shape of a man I presume to be the other guy from the clinic, Adam, who kneels down on the filthy floor and starts to lap at Scott’s fingers making sure Andrew’s hole is lubed for action. My man pulls off my throbbing cock just in time to prevent me from cumming…”Awwwe” he says squirming around on the fingers deep inside his hole, “fuck mate let up eh, your fingers hurt, it feels like you are scratching and ripping my insides to pieces.” From stumbling across the Raw Top website a few months ago, creating an account, logging on to read all the conversion stories I knew all too well what was happening and why. Scott smirks, “If you in need something else in there, then tell me you want me to breed your cunt”. “Breed me sir” Andrew says whimpering between Scott ravaging his cunt with his fingers as I push his head down on to my cock again thrusting harder each time and made sure he’s all the way down to my balls. At the same time, Scott pulls himself upright spreads Andrew’s cheeks apart and rests his 9” but thankfully thin hard cock in his crack. As I reposition myself so I can see over Andrew’s back for a better view, so does Scott…just enough for the moonlight to show off a biohazard tattoo to the right and a scorpion to the left at the base of his cock letting me know, if I allow him to fuck my boy, it will be Poz sperm spewing into his guts. I can’t help but stare at the tattoos and involuntarily, almost in a trance, nod my approval. Scott rubs the circumcised exposed head around Andrew’s hole no doubt dribbling diseased precum at the entrance and next I see him shuffle ever so slightly forwards and backward teasing my boys hole. I strain forwards for a better look and see that mushroom head nudge in and then ease out pulling Andrews arse lips in and out with his movements as their vice like grip refuses to let this poisoned rod go. Other than my heart pounding in my chest and Andrew’s warm inviting mouth around my cock I am mesmerized as Scott nods and in one hard thrust slams his cock into him balls deep and begins a piston pump fucking my man as I stare down at Andrew and instinctively pinch his nose to close off his air supply, “let’s put on a show” I say as we get this full on spit roast going with Andrew taking it hard both ends. The lack of air, combined with what was happen had Andrew feeling a little dizzy and me too as Adam whispers in my ear. “He looks like he loves being used” “Yeah he’s my cumpdump alright” I reply “And will he know everyone here is positive?” Adam asks “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” I reply. “OK you two ramp up your little show for us and we’ll get the party started” announces Adam. This prompts Scott to become verbal as Andrew get pounded from both ends. “You ready boy for your breeding…getting ready to knock you up” as Andrew affirms with a grunt as tears and snot run down his face…” for a second time, you see I cum multiple times and have already dumped one dirty load in your guts.” Andrew is concentrating so hard as he bounces around keeping my cock down his throat and the incessant pounding form Scott that I don’t think he comprehends the meaning of “dirty load”.

I posted on Craigslist that I was looking to suck and possibly get fucked by str8 guys. I was specific that I only wanted masculine men. Mostly interested in Str8, curious or bi married guys. I got hit with a lot of replies, but most seemed to be gay guys that were too nelly for my taste. I did get a couple of supposedly str8 guys that replied. But most turned out to be just pic collectors. But one guys email reply seemed to stand out. He said he was a 49 year old married, bi curious, Highway Patrol Officer. His wife was no longer interested in sex. And he was in desperate need of a blow job. He told me he was str8, but had once had a blow job from a guy. And was open to try it again. He made it clear he would not reciprocate. He included a pic of his cock. He showed a very nice 7", cut dick. With a big, mushroom head. I quickly replied that I was fine with just blowing him. I desired no reciprocation. I included a few pics of me sucking dick. Then told him that I"d send my address if he was interested? I again got a quick reply from him. He told me his location. And said he was very interested. He was only a few miles from me. So, I shot back to him with my address and directions to get here. He said he'd be here in about 15 mins. But he warned me that he'd just gotten off duty. So, he'd be in uniform. And driving a Highway Patrol Pickup Truck. Was I comfortable with him showing up at my house like that? I know wondered if he was just feeding me a bunch of bullshit. But if he was, I was game to call his bluff. I told him I was OK with him in his uniform and truck. And that I'd see him in 15 minutes. I put a str8 porn dvd on the tv in the bedroom and quickly douched. We hadn't discussed anal. But, I always like to be prepared , just in case. Sure enough, in less than 15 minutes, my doorbell rang. I answered the door. And standing there was a 6'2", muscular guy with salt & pepper hair, in a Nevada Highway Patrol Uniform. His Highway Patrol Truck was in my driveway. I have to admit, my heart started to pound. I was turned on as well as a bit nervous. Was I being set up? I invited him inside. And led the way to my bedroom. The room was dark, except for the light from the porn playing on the tv. Get comfortable, I said. "I'm a bit nervous about this", he said. "So am I", I chuckled. He started to remove his gun belt, then his pants. I began to undress as well. He stripped down to his white briefs and undershirt. Then sat on the edge of my bed. Facing the tv. I got on my knees, between his legs. And put my face up to his crotch. Through his white briefs, I began to gently chew on his soft cock. I felt it grow a bit as my mouth played with it. Then I reached up and pulled his briefs down. He lifted up his hips to let me pull them off him. I then took his partially hard cock in my mouth and began to suck. His cock quickly hardened in my mouth. I took my time worshiping his cock, balls and licked underneath his balls as well. Then I lifted his legs and licked down to his puckered asshole. "Woahhhh"........he said. "What are you doing?". "Have you ever had your ass licked?", I asked. "No", he replied. I went back to his asshole and licked it. He let out a soft moan. I really made love to his ass as I felt him relax and enjoy it. He was moaning and groaning and grinding his ass on my face. He was obviously enjoying it. I continued to stroke his cock as I ate his hole. Then I went back to his cock. I could taste precum on the tip of his dick. I sucked for a few minutes, then asked him, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Fuck you?", he said. "Yeah. Want to fuck my ass?" "Hmmmm? Not sure? I've never thought of fucking a guy?" "Wanna give it a try?" I said. Without waiting for his answer. I stood up and knelt on the edge of the bed. I spit on my fingers and put it to my ass to lube it. I did this several times, till I was well lubed with spit. "Stand behind me. Put your dick in me", I said. He slowly moved to my ass. I could tell he was hesitant, but turned on by the idea. I felt him put his hard cockhead to my asshole. I spread my asscheeks and then felt him slide up into me. He let out a soft sigh as his cock slid into my warm hole. He took no time until he was really pumping in and out of my ass. Soon he had grabbed my tightly around the waist and was pounding his cock into me. It only took a few minutes before he let out a loud grunt and slammed deeply into me. I squeezed my ass on his cock as I could feel him emptying his balls into my ass. As with most str8 guys, he came, then quickly pulled out and began to dress. "Are you ok?", I asked. "Yeah. That was hot. Sorry for cumming so quickly. But I wasn't expecting all of that. Thought I was just getting a blow job." "My ass and mouth are yours, anytime you want it", I said. "I've got your email address. You'll be hearing from me". He quickly dressed back into his uniform and was out the door in moments. I did hear from him the following week. He's fucked me on a regular basis ever since. He even brought one of his Highway Patrol buddies with him once. They both fucked me. I hope he'll bring more of his buddies with him. I love taking uniformed dick.

MORE please.

Brandon, Ben and Sam- As told by Ben Paul had barely left when I started thinking of Brandon’s request. This was going to be fun but Sam and I would have to be careful. I did not want Brandon to find out that we had been fucking bareback. I had already slipped up with Mike and Brandon had been very disapproving. Even though it was quite late I thought it was time to start the conversation so I sent Sam a quick text. “Loved our fuck-party the other. Up for more?” Sam must have been busy as it was more than an hour before I heard my phone chime with an incoming text message. “Always. But doesn’t Brandon get back tomorrow?” “Yes. But he wants to meet you.” “Socially or?” “Wants a threesome but is coy about it.” “Coy?” “Yeah. Doesn’t know we fuck. Says social but plan to go further.” “Cool. Should come to my place. Hot tub is a great start.” “I suggested that. He thinks so too!” “Tomorrow night maybe? My friend Zach is at the conference and said they would be done by midday.” “Zach? The hot little slut who works with Brandon? I forgot about him.” “Yeah. Same one.” “Of course we’ll have to use condoms. Brandon insists.” “You know I hate the damn things.” “Just for tomorrow tonight.” “Ok. Zach told me about Brandon’s attitude towards condoms.” “Really?” “Yeah. Last week Zach wanted Brandon to fuck him. Didn’t happen.” “Why?” “Zach is bareback ONLY.” “Zach sounds hot. I’d love to meet him. When last did you hear from him.” “Late last night. Told me about a hot BB party he hosted.” “?? Zach works closely with Brandon. Was safe-sex-only-Brandon at the party?” “Bareback party. No, SAFE SEX ONLY Brandon was not there.” “Of course. What was I thinking? I don’t think he has had sex with anyone without me.” There was a pause in the texting. It was at least five minutes before Sam responded. “I guess unlike you he hasn’t been taking loads from strangers behind your back.” I felt stung by the insinuation in Sam’s message but it was true of course. I was screwing around bareback while Brandon probably wasn’t having any sex on the side. “Yeah, well. Maybe he can come around to doing it sooner or later.” “I’m sure he will. My place tomorrow at 8.” “I’ll check with Brandon, but sure. Sounds good. Be a good start to the weekend.” “We’ll just have to find a sneaky way to get into each other’s asses bare while Brandon isn’t looking. “Hell yeah. See you tomorrow.” - As told by Brandon I could not wait for Friday evening to come around. Ben had told me that Sam had invited us around for cocktails and maybe some “hot tubbing and stuff.” Based on what Zach had told me, and what I had seen on the internet, it was going to be more than that. More like juicy cocks and hot fucking. But of course for now I would still keep up the condom pretense, although I would try to get a load up my chute or in Sam’s. We grabbed a quick dinner and then walked over to Sam’s place. I wondered if Sam would prove to be as hot and hunky in real life as he appeared on his profile pictures. We rang the doorbell and I waited in anticipation. The door swung open and I was not disappointed. Sam was even better in person and I was impressed by the ample bulge in his tight faded jeans. I was definitely looking forward to the “and stuff” part of the evening. After Ben briefly introduced us Sam led us to the living room where he had a bottle of sparkling wine and three glasses waiting. “This is something to celebrate.” He said, “I finally get to meet my best buddy from college’s husband.” From the way he was looking me up and down I wondered if Zach had told him anything about the previous week’s party. If so, he hopefully would not say anything to spoil the fun. We made small talk with Sam and I getting to know each other while we finished off the wine. I could see that Ben was getting fidgety, obviously he wanted the action to move along. When a gap came in the conversation he proposed that Sam show me the hot tub. Sam willingly agreed, grabbing another bottle of bubbly from the fridge as we walked through the kitchen. The hot tub was installed in the privacy of the basement and the room was obviously intended as a play room for adults. Sam noticed me taking in the contents of the room and he chuckled. “I got the idea for my basement from my friends Josh and Matt. They have their hot tub in a very private walled in back yard. You guys did bring your swimsuits, didn’t you?” Obviously naked tubbing was not the start of the evening’s fun. “Sure.” Ben and I said simultaneously. We all stripped and I smiled to see that both Sam and Ben were wearing identical TeamBB speedos. I was wearing the same swimsuit that I had worn to the previous week’s bareback orgy. We all got into the tub and continued our casual conversation, with Sam making sure that our glasses were regularly topped up. Almost immediately after entering the water I felt Sam’s hand on my crotch and it only took a minute before my hand was in the back of his speedo searching for his hole. Ben was also very active feeling us both up. We’d been in the tub for a least half an hour and the heat and the alcohol was starting to get to us, not to speak of all the underwater touching. Ben spoke up. “Guys I’ve got to pee. Don’t start anything without me.” As Ben got out he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. Sam grinned. “Well, then, if that is what you are thinking, bring the lube and some condoms back from the bathroom.” Sam obviously kept the place well stocked although I’m sure he did not use the rubbers very regularly We got out of the hot tub and Ben went to the bathroom. Sam sat down on the raised edge of the tub and motioned me to come closer so that he could whisper something to me. I could not keep my eyes off the massive meat revealed by the translucent white spandex as I bent towards him. “Zach told me about the TeamBB party. Don’t worry. I won’t tell Ben. But I do want to fuck you bare and cum in your ass. We will just make a show with the condoms.” I leaned closer to kiss him and he put his arms around me and forced me down onto his soaked crotch. “Suck it. Suck it though my swimsuit. Taste what’s going to fuck you later.” I was on my knees busy sucking on his bulge when Ben returned. “Damn you guys. You did start without me”, and he sank to his knees beside me. He pulled open Sam’s speedo and soon our hungry mouths were both working on his dick. As he hardened I realized just how big he was. This was going to be a fun ride. -As told by Ben: Brandon had now taken Sam’s cock head into his mouth and was working it vigorously so it was time to step up the action. “Spit roasting time.” As I stood up and grabbed the lube. I pulled down the front of my swimsuit and pulled down Brandon’s revealing his tasty crack. I was torn between rimming him and fucking but fucking won. I slathered lube on my dick and pressed into Brandon’s willing hole. He uttered a grunt of pleasure as he felt my familiar cock in his ass. I looked over Brandon’s head at Sam and winked. “And when he has got you good and hard you can fuck me.” I just started fucking Brandon when Sam got up. He grabbed a condom, ripped open the package and made a big show of rolling it over his cock so that Brandon could see it. Grabbing the lube, he then moved behind me where Brandon could not see. I heard him squirt lube and the sounds of him slicking up his cock. As he started probing my anus with his cock head I felt him put something rubbery into my hand. It was the condom. As soon as I felt that I closed my fist, hiding the condom inside. Sam eased his bare meat into my ass as I was fucking Brandon. As always, it felt incredible being the meat in a bareback sandwich, but knowing that Sam was fucking me raw while Brandon had no idea what was going on was too much for me. I shot my load immediately up Brandon’s chute. I hadn’t really wanted to come so soon. -As told by Brandon. I know Ben well enough to know that after cumming he would need some time to recover so I stepped forward and let his dick slip out of my ass. I turned around and went on my knees to clean him off and try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s dick in his ass. The angle did not allow me to see anything so I got up and stood behind them, fisting my meat with my right hand. Every time I tried to see if Sam was wearing the condom he caught me looking and changed his position or buried his cock in Ben’s ass to hide the evidence. Ben was obviously taking it raw and Sam was helping him keep up the deceit. The thought of my husband getting fucked bareback in front of me and trying to hide it was HOT! I wondered what had happened to the condom. That and the sight of Sam’s thrusting bubble butt was too much for me. I wanted to fuck him deep and hard and give him the load he desired. Picking up a condom, I could not help but notice the expiration date. Mar 2004. Damn, twelve years. Obviously the only thing these were good for was bursting at the right moment. (Or wrong moment, depending on your point of view). I tore open the package and made a great show of putting it on and made sure that Ben could see. I positioned myself behind Sam and now Ben could not see my dick. As I slid my sheathed dick into Sam’s hole the condom disintegrated and I was in bare. Sam offered a grunt of pleasure and ground his ass against my crotch as my dick bottomed in his greedy hole. Sam could take as well as he could give and did most of the work between us and was the first to approach climax. As he started to cum and shoot his load in Ben, I felt his ass muscles clamp on my dick and I shot a massive load deep into his bowels. We barely recovered from our orgasms before Sam grabbed a hand towel for himself and gave one to me as well. As he withdrew from Ben he immediately covered his dick with the towel, and then as he wiped down his crotch and dick immediately produced a used condom. Damn, the man was an artist at deception. I took the hint and covered myself, pulling off the shredded condom and wrapping it in the towel. Mission achieved, loads given and taken, while all pretending to be “safe.” My only regret was that it was Ben who got his load, not me. We all took a quick shower and spent the rest of the evening drinking and talking about our college days. Ben and Sam made it obvious that they had fucked each other often while at college. I had to admit that I had a few gay friends at college, but that I had never had sex with my best buddy Aiden. Not that I had not wanted to, but he was a total bottom who kept saying that he did not want to destroy our friendship by having sex. Aiden also believed in waiting for that one special guy he would meet one day. He eventually moved to the West coast and found himself a top for a boyfriend. We still kept in touch though and called and emailed regularly. As the evening wound to a close Sam suggested that we get together with Matt and Josh the next weekend. He described them to me, without realizing that between Ben, And Zach and the wonders of the internet, I had a pretty good idea of who they were.

I was surrounded daily by hot, young jocks with smooth, firm muscles. All those well-built college football players were enough to drive any guy insane with lust. I never acted on my desires, however. I wasn't about to endanger the coach-athlete relationship. Some things were more important than sex - like my job. I also knew I'd be in another kind of danger if I started something with one of my players. I had a submissive side and I knew I could be controlled. I couldn't risk one of my players gaining that kind of power over me. It wasn't easy. Sometimes I barely kept control. Well, I resisted my players, but I couldn't resist the hot little punk that entered my life one afternoon. I'd been coaching for eight years and had just turned 36 when a beautiful, dark-haired young hunk walked into my office just after practice. I didn't even know he was there for a few minutes. I was too busy looking through the window, enjoying the view of jock flesh as some guys lingered on the field. "Uh, Coach Henderson?" "Yes." "Hi. I'm Justin. I'm working on a Physical Education degree. Could I talk to you for a minute?" I agreed quickly, if for no other reason than to be able to give Justin the once over. He was about 21...and gorgeous. The first thing I noticed was his face. It was handsome, cute...even beautiful. His eyes were grey and sexy. His eyebrows gave him an intense, sensual look that hinted at powerful passion. One look at Justin made me forget all about my players. Justin wanted to be my coaching assistant for football. He needed the experience to fulfill the requirements of his degree. Sort of like student teaching, only organized around athletics. I had to sign off on the hours he put in. I agreed to take him on. I could think of worse things than looking at Justin every afternoon. We sat and talked about what he'd be doing. My eyes wandered over his firm body. He was dressed in a nice button-down shirt with long sleeves, but I could tell he had an impressive build. When he left later, I noted his tight little ass for jerk-off material later that night. Justin showed up the next day in jeans and a white t-shirt. He changed at the free locker right in front of my office while I was scribbling a few notes. My eyes were drawn to him as he pulled his shirt over his head. His torso was lean, firm, and beautiful. The sight of his pecs made my cock twitch in my shorts. I yearned to reach out and touch him. Then he pulled off his jeans. The world's most beautiful young man was standing right in front of my office wearing nothing but tight briefs. He was gorgeous. The sight of the thin material of his underwear stretched over his tight ass was about more than I could take. When Justin reached into his gym bag and pulled out a jock, I beat a hasty retreat to the field. I had to get out of there. I was consumed by lust and couldn't stand it anymore. Every day, before and after practice, I was treated to a view of Justin's hard, smooth, nearly naked body. He never failed to get my nuts churning. I was cautious checking him out, but I wondered if I'd been careful enough. Something about the way Justin looked at into my eyes told me he knew I was filled with desire for his young flesh. Sometimes I could swear he was intentionally showing off for me. It was all very subtle. slow, sexy movements as he pulled off his shirt, the way his fingers stayed near his bulge a little longer than normal as he unbuttoned his jeans, the way he carefully moistened his lips. his hot display of his bubble butt as he bent over to take off his shoes. There was nothing apparent, nothing too obvious, but it was like each and every one of his moves had been calculated to drive me crazy with lust. By the end of the first week I was ready to pounce on him and worship his body. Was he putting on a show for me? And if so, did that mean he was interested? I knew much younger guys sometimes found me attractive. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I have a well-muscled body and a handsome face. Even a few of my players had come on to me, making it all the harder not to get involved with them. Did Justin want me? I sure as hell wanted him. Justin had a mischievous side that only heightened my desire for him. When he walked into my office that first day he was polite, almost quiet. The real Justin had come to the surface, however. He was wild, dominant, and quite the little punk. I found the combination captivating. Just how much of a wise ass punk he was became painfully obvious one afternoon after practice. He was more wicked and dominating than ever and I fell under his power. My nuts were aching from watching him pull on his jeans. I was drooling over his smooth, muscled chest as he pulled his shirt down over his head. As he tucked his shirt in, he looked at me and smiled playfully. Behind him, the locker room was quiet and empty. "You know, you really shouldn't torture yourself like this, Coach," he said, rubbing his hand slowly on his chest. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." A wave of fear passed through my body, a wave of fear and intense arousal. "You think I don't notice you looking at me and the players?" he asked. "I, un...." "I bet you're all worked up right now. Aren't you, Coach?" Justin ran his hand down his torso and let it glide across his bulge. I was so turned on, I was practically shaking. I remained silent, my breath coming fast and hard. "I could give you what you want, Coach, if you give me what I want." The little fucker was driving me out of my mind. He was taking control, trying to make me his slave. I could put a stop to that real quick...but part of me wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. "What do you want?" I asked in a low voice, ready to do anything. Justin smiled again. He knew he had me by the balls. "I'll tell you when I'm ready for it. Until then, you do as I say and I'll give you somethin' good."

CONTINUED... He walked slowly toward me. His domination was complete. I was his. He took my hand and pressed it against my chest. I opened my hand and felt the hard muscle under his shirt. Justin smiled at me. I started to tug at his shirt and he stopped me. "You gotta ask first," he said. "Can I take your shirt off, please?" "Not good enough. Call me 'Sir'" The little punk was into control. "Can I take your shirt off, Sir?" He nodded and I pulled his shirt over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warm, firm muscle. I was overwhelmed with desire. Justin grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his chest. I stuck my tongue out and licked at his beautiful body. He moaned as I lathered his pecs with my tongue, paying special attention to his erect nipples. I worshiped his entire torso with my lips and tongue, and eventually found myself on my knees before him. Looking up at him with intense desire I swallowed hard and asked, "Can I, Sir, please?" "What do you want?" The little fuck. He was going to make me say it. "I want to suck your cock, Sir...please!" Justin just looked down at me with a smirk on his face for a few moments. He was enjoying the control. He knew I'd do anything for him. "You'd better be good or I'll make you stop." "Yes, Sir!" I unfastened his belt while groping his bulge. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his narrow hips. Justin's cock tented his stark, white briefs. I drooled over his meat. Not once had I seen his manhood. I'd always avoided looking when Justin was completely naked. I knew now that I'd been saving that sight for this very moment. I slid his briefs down and his hard cock sprang up. I wasted no time. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting his sweet precum. Justin moaned. Hungry for his dick, I pulled more and more of the long shaft between my lips. Justin had one nice cock, about seven and a half inches long and perfectly straight. It was slightly this and throbbed with intensity. I drew inch after inch of dick between my lips, savoring the taste and texture of the hot meat. Justin moaned again. I knew the feelings I was creating for him. I knew I was serving him well. I sucked and slurped my way down his tool. My tongue was busy exploring his shaft. I slid my lips right down to the base and buried my nose in his dark, trimmed pubes. His scent engulfed me, so virile, sexy, still strong after his recent shower. I loved it as I held his cock in my mouth and fondled his nuts. I worked my way back up the shaft until his cock popped from my lips. I drew it in once more, concentrating on the sensitive head. Again I swallowed the shaft, savoring every moment of contact, every throb of his manmeat. I was in heaven. I could have sucked his cock forever. I was lost in the moment and accidentally scraped Justin with my teeth. He pulled his cock from my mouth. "I told you you'd better be damned good or I'd make you stop!" "Please, please let me suck it, Sir!" "No!" I wanted to grab the little fucker and suck him anyway, but he was in control and ordered "Take off your shirt." I did as I was told. "Now strip off everything else." Soon I was naked before him. He looked me up and down and remarked "Nice body, Coach...and it's all mine." "Can I suck your dick now, Sir?" "No! We're gonna do something else." Justin looked at me wickedly and stroked his cock. He was rock hard. I wanted to wrap my lips around his meat so bad. He bent over and reached into his gym bag. His tight little butt made me drool. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Justin stood up with a bottle of lube in his hand. He poured out a generous amount on his long, straight cock. "You're gonna get fucked, Coach...raw." "I'm not really into...." "Shut up, Coach! You said you'd do as I told you. I said I'd tell you when the time came. IT'S TIME. Now bend over!" "Justin, I...." "DO IT!" Justin grabbed me roughly and pushed me over the desk. He walked behind me and positioned his dickhead against my hole. I wanted to suck his cock, over and over, but didn't really want to be fucked. "Justin..." "Shut up! You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it! I know you want it, bitch. Tell me you don't want my cock and we'll end it." I remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought!" Justin pushed and his thick dick slipped in past me ring. I grunted in pain. Justin pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I groaned. It hurt, but at the same time it aroused me like I'd never been aroused before. I wasn't used to being fucked, but there was something so sexy and hot about this beautiful man's thick, raw cock sliding into my ass. Justin grabbed my hips and sank his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. He moaned as he buried his entire shaft up inside me. He leaned over and pressed hard. His bare dick felt like it was a foot long...and thick! He worked it around, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had, then drew it back out and plunged it back in again. I relaxed and the pain subsided. My entire consciousness was focused on Justin's raw cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was aware of each movement, each centimeter of the skin-to-skin contact. My own cock grew rock hard as Justin used me and my hole to fulfill his sexual needs. "You have one tight hole, Coach. Ugh!" It should have been tight. Guys had wanted my ass, but none had violated it, until Justin That little punk took my cherry. But the pain was gone. It was all pleasure. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard and bred deep. As if he could read my mind, Justin picked up the pace. He forced his cock up my ass harder and faster. He fucked me full force. With each thrust, he drove his dick into me with greater power. Soon, he had to grip my hips harder to steady himself as he pounded away at my ass. He fucked me harder and harder, drilling me and moaning like an animal. My cock was rock hard and my nuts were churning. Without ever having touched it once, I blew. Thick, sticky jets of my jizz spewed all over the desk. Spurt after spurt of my DNA spewed everywhere. I moaned loudly as I emptied my nuts. I threw my head back and actually howled with the pleasure. Every time Justin's thick, raw cock slammed deep into my asshole, another hot jet of jizz spewed from my throbbing tool. I'd never had an orgasm like that before. Justin went nuts fucking my ass. He was totally out of control. He used me. He abused me and I loved it! Then I felt his dick swell within me. I felt it throb and jerk. This beautiful god moaned as spurt after spurt of his punk spunk shot deep into my ass. His cock pumped with each and every jet of his baby batter. Justin kept cumming and cumming, moaning as he unloaded his nuts deep within me. Just when I thought he had nothing left, Justin rammed his bone even deeper and shot off one more rope of his DNA in my open and hungry hole. That punk sure could cum! He'd fucked me like a maniac as he blew his load. At last, he shot his final blast and fell on me. We stood, panting and sweating, our hearts pounding in our chests. "You're one good fuck, Coach!" Justin said, smiling broadly and beautifully with all his charm. "And you're getting extra credit," I said. We dressed, and Justin left soon after, but not before ordering me to report to his apartment that weekend to service his needs. My cock grew in anticipation. I couldn't wait to serve the wild young stud again.

I was 17 and it was hard and raw. i was working at a supermarket part-time to make some money. One of my co-workers was quite friendly to me. One day he started talking about sex, next thing i know, we are at his place. Started making out and got introduced to the pleasures of anal sex. Got 2 loads from him and then he got me to fuck him. He rang up a friend and he came round and got another 2 loads. This went on for about 18 months when I left to work elswhere.

Part Two The following Thursday I called the number they had given me from a pay phone on the way home from school. I couldn't have a long distance call showing up on my grandparents phone bill. I got right through to Alex and told him that I would be there tomorrow night. "Great! Sort of figured you would find a way to get here". He then gave me their address and told me to be there by 7. The next night I arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Rocky let me in. "We have a surprise for ya. Tonight you get to meet our dad." I looked at him in a funny way, since Alex and Rocky don't look a thing alike, " Why do I want to meet your folks?" Rocky looked at me and started to laugh, "He's not our real dad, but we do share the same DNA." I just looked at him sort of puzzled and figured I must have missed something when I was sleeping through 10th grade biology class. A few minutes later Alex arrived and announced that we had better get showered or we were gonna be late. Both Alex and Rocky showered together, then Rocky came for me as Alex again hung the enema bag. "Better be good and clean for tonight lil bro, Dad can put you through some paces." With that, they left and I got ready. We arrived at Dad's house exactly at 8. It was the same house they had taken me to the week previous. It being much earlier, a young guy, not much older than myself answered the door. Something didn't seem exactly right about him I noted mentally, but being polite I went in with Rocky and Alex. We were escorted to Dad's office. "Boys, you did well" bellowed a beefy fortyish daddy type from his chair behind the largest desk I'd ever seen. "Boys, ya'll go downstairs and get everything ready while the boy and I have a talk." Rocky and Alex left the room, as did the funny looking assistant. I was now all alone with a guy who I literally wanted to worship, but he was all business. He shuffled some papers around, and startled me when he knew my name, "Cheyenne, I see you have done fairly well in school, you come from a decent, yet religiously misguided family, is that correct?" Startled, I just nodded. "I know you have better manners than that, boy. You come from a good family in Alabama. You will address me as Sir." "Yessir" I replied. " I have had you investigated over the past week to see if you might be a suitable match for our family here. It does seem that you would be a good match." "What do you mean by your family, Sir?" "Well, I help out deserving young guys such as yourself in exchange for a few minor things, such as sex and some occasional low level drug dealing at the bars." " I don't want to become a whore or a drug dealer, Sir." "It's not exactly like you think, you would basically service myself, some select friends, and so far as the dealing goes, I have so many connections with the DA's office you will never be arrested." Still nervous about it, he told me about how well his family has done. Dad is the president of the largest bank in Georgia and has business connections in every field. He told me that right now he had 4 boys currently in college and that they lived in two pairs here in the city. "If you accept, you will probably live with Rocky and Alex, although I will have to get a bigger apartment for the three of you. But there's no pressure. You have until at least June to make a decision. If you accept I can promise you that you'll graduate and get whatever job you want." "I have a total of twenty boys in my family, with four in college and the other sixteen in excellent positions around the city, one is even starting to have boys of his own." With that, the conversation ended and the funny looking guy reappeared and escorted me downstairs to where Rocky and Alex were. "Lil bro, you're gonna have the night of your life tonight, so get ready. Jump in the shower and use the attachment to clean out again,band then put these on" handing me a jock strap. I did as I was told, and when I came out of the bathroom I followed the voices. The hallway opened up to a room that had stuff that I couldn't even describe. In the middle hung two slings (I learned what they were really fast). Rocky and Alex were talking to Dad --about me and what they had observed when we had watched porn the weekend before. They could tell I was nervous, so Alex grabbed that familiar glass pipe again and told me to take a few hits. Just as I did I saw four syringes produced. Rocky looked at me with an evil grin, "Buddy, if you like the smoke, you're gonna love a slam. Now get in the chair." Now I was truly nervous. A tourniquet was wrapped around my left biceps and Dad grabbed a syringe with a black mark on it. "I think he'll like a full quarter for the first time, boys." With that I felt a pinch, looked down and could see red in the barrel and then holy fucking shit.... More to come...

Part IV Brent kissed me gently and stood me up, my knees wobbly from nervousness and excitement. He guided me towards the stairs and stopped at the bottom step as his cummy dick pressed against my sloppy hole and he wrapped his arms around me, whispering “You know, you and your boy are both very lucky to have each other.” With that he turned me around to face him and kissed me again, adding “with some couples, one is clearly more interested in joining our Club than the other one, and that can ruin a relationship.” I nodded as he continued saying “this should bring you and your boy closer than ever as you go through this experience together, and it will be my pleasure to be part of that process.” His cock was getting hard again as he turned me around and gestured upstairs. As rough as Brent had been with me, I figured he would be practically raping my boy by now, but I was surprised to hear no sounds at all as we approached the bedroom door. Brent stepped to my side and placed his hand on mine as I turned the handle and opened the door. There, in front of me, on our bed, my boy was face down with a jockstrap shoved in his mouth as a gag. Sam had his ass up in the air as he held his face down and jackhammered into his hole. Only the sound of heavy breathing, balls slapping sweaty ass, and my boy's whimpering filled the room. Sam looked up and grinned at me and Brent. “Good thing Brent leaks a lot! He lubed him up good for me!” I knew then that Brent had fucked him, and bred him with his POZ cum. My boy tried to raise his head to look up, but Sam held it firmly down as he slammed into my boy's hole. Sam continued saying “Yeah, his style is different than mine, but Brent sure can fill 'em up! But so can I!” With that, he fucked hard and then held his hips still as he shot his load deep into my boy's guts, gasping the invitation to me “Get over here and have a look.” Sam pulled his cock out of my boy's ass. His pubes were matted with sticky froth that must have been Brent's toxic load working it's way out of my boy's hole. My boy's ass was red and puffy, and his hole was much more open than I had ever seen it before. Sam grabbed my head and shoved his sticky dick down my throat. “You gonna gag on that cock? Gonna choke on my stick?” I was too busy sucking cum from his dick and swallowing it down to even think about gagging. Sam pulled out and forced my head into my boy's ass. I lapped away as my boy groaned and squirmed around. Sam got behind me and lined up his still-hard cock with my own cummy hole. Sam entered me, and I was glad to have Brent's load in my as lube, or I would have really been in pain. As Sam commenced fucking me hard, Brent got down and swallowed my cock, holding my dick deep in his throat. Meanwhile Sam's pistoning made me more or less fuck Brent's mouth. My boy had rolled over and was working his fingers in and out of his sloppy ass with one hand as he jerked his straining cock with the other. Brent pulled off of my gasping for air and motioned for my boy to take his place. My boy blew me for a minute but Sam's erratic action made it hard for him to wrap his lips around my dick. Instead, he spun around and sunk his ass down onto me. Sam was practically screwing my boy again as it was his thrusts that were fucking us both. It was too much for me to handle, and I fired off, adding my load to the two already deep inside my boy's savaged hole. When I came, my ass spasmed and sent Sam over the edge for the second time in five minutes. I now had two loads oozing out of my ass, at least one of which was POZ. The four of us were covered in sweat. Brent and Sam gave each other a wide grin, and Sam commented “Well, looks like they passed to me.” Brent raised his eyebrows and trailed his fingers from his hairy chest down to his ass as he spread his legs and fingered his own hole. “Almost, but there's still something left. We need to know that they're good tops as well.” Sam eagerly got on his knees and repositioned Brent. They were facing each other across the mattress with their sweaty asses up in the air. Brent took my hand and guided me behind him. Sam wiggled his ass as my boy got the clue that it was his turn to top now. In that moment, I realized that I had never seen my boy top, nor had I even ever heard him talk about it. I worried that he might not be able to get it up. My fears were quickly allayed as he spit on his cock and forcefully slid into Sam's ass. I had my boy's ass juices and my last load to lube me up, and I entered Brent as gracefully as he had entered me less than twenty minutes earlier. Sam squealed louder than expected as my boy returned the hard fuck he had just received. Brent craned his neck to smile up at me, saying “You're doing a great job, but I want to see how good your boy fucks too.” Without any further invitation my boy pulled-out of Sam and we switched places. Sam's ass was chunky for such a fit guy, and I loved rolling his cheeks around in my hands as I plowed into him. Sam and Brent kissed hard as my boy and I locked eyes. He nodded his head as he was ready to cum and fired off inside Brent's ass, and seconds later I blasted my load into Sam. The four of us collapsed onto the bed in a cummy, sweaty heap. About an hour later we had all showered together and cleaned up. We went back downstairs where we each had another cocktail. Brent and Sam gave us paperwork to sign including legal waivers, and also provided the address and time for the next Bare Fuck Club meeting. We knew we wouldn't miss it for the world. We kissed goodbye on the steps and Sam and Brent left. My boy and I fucked again that night. He told me what had happened that evening from his perspective and I did the same. My boy told me that Brent had revealed to him that both Sam and Brent were in fact POZ, as was nearly every member of the Club. Brent had been just as gentle with him as he had been with me. Brent also revealed that he was likely the one to have POZZED Joe. Sam had told him that his specialty was roughing up NEG asses so POZ seed could do it's work. I knew our NEG days were numbered, but it hardly mattered. We were going into this Club together. We were both looking forward into our Bare Fuck Club initiation.

I could not believe what I was seeing. My boyfriend was stripped naked on a mattress surrounded by six guys with cameras, and next to him was a POZ guy with a massive dripping cock. Our frat boy host whispered in my ear, “You okay with this?” I just nodded, certain that my boyfriend would get off on simulated sex with Tom and that I would get to fuck the hell out of him when we got home. I heard one of the guys taking photos to a friend, “Whoah! This is crazy. Think we'll get to shoot a conversion tonight?” Bobby was holding Tom's throbbing cock to his mouth. He looked at me for approval. I nodded, thinking I was letting him know I was ok with him just holding it. As soon as I nodded, Bobby opened his jaw wider and lowered his mouth onto Tom's slimy POZ cock. He managed to swallow it practically to his hairy balls. I figured it was ok for him to just blow this guy. I had read somewhere that it's hard to get POZZED just from a blowjob. The rest of the photographers were close as my boy swallowed down Tom's cock and slurped down his juices. Tom had his hands wrapped around Bobby's head, controlling him. He smiled at me and said, “Hey man. Thanks for this. We'll only take this as far as YOU want, ok?” I nodded again. Somehow I trusted him. I looked up, still nodding as I saw the frat boy host unbuckling his shorts. He must have thought I was nodding at him. He gave me a thumbs up as he shucked his underwear and freed his cock. I remembered what he had told me that sometimes orgies happened, but only when everyone was comfortable with it... For the meantime, the rest of the guys were still clothed, and snapping away. Bobby pulled off of Tom's cock and gave him a huge sloppy kiss. I could see Tom's shiny toxic precum all over Bobby's face and chin. Tom threw him back onto his shoulders and went to work on his cock, swallowing it to the root in one gulp. Bobby's eyes were closed and he threw his head back with a moan. Our frat boy host positioned his balls over Bobby's mouth and lowered them. He looked up at me and grinned. I was stupefied, frozen with lust, fear, and jealousy, as Bobby started slurping on his low hangers, his own cock disappearing down Tom's throat. Tom flipped Bobby over onto his hands and knees and started working his hole. Bobby was supporting himself with his hands as the frat boy slid his slimy cock in and out of my boyfriend's mouth. Tom started by spreading Bobby's asscheeks apart and then working in a finger or two. I wanted to make sure he wasn't tearing up Bobby's hole so I leaned in close and took a few photos. I asked Tom, “You're not going to fuck him, are you?” “Naw man. Not unless he asks me to...” Whew... “Hey guys,” Tom asked, “does someone want to bring me the toys? Maybe I can take care of his hole without POZZING him...” Bobby groaned something, but since his mouth was full of the frat boy's thick cock, no one understood it. Someone handed Tom a leather doctor's bag full of dildos. He started to wipe his precum all over one of them to lube it up, and I shook my head no. He frowned and got a bottle of KY out and squirted it all over Bobby's ass. He worked a 4” butt plug into Bobby's ass, and then a 6”, and an 8”. I had never seen his hole so opened-up. The frat boy groaned, “I'm gonna blow! I'm NEG. Can I cum in him?!?” I nodded, thinking he was going to cum in Bobby's mouth, but instead, he spun Bobby around, pulled out the 8” dildo, and slid into his bare hole. He thrusted all the way in as Bobby thrashed in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yeah, slut. Take my cum!!!” His hips slammed against my boyfriend's ass over and over as he emptied his load into Bobby's guts. He pulled out slowly as the guys kept clicking their cameras. My boy laid down with his ass hanging over the edge of the mattress and spread his cheeks. The frat boy's load was dripping out. Tom hopped up saying, “Hey guys! I can pose like it's my load dripping out! It would look just like he's been POZZED!!!” He lined up his cock against Bobby's cummy ass and jerked it a bit. The guys were practically salivating as they snapped away. With so much lube on his ass from the dildo fucking and the frat boy's load, it was easy for Tom to slide his raw POZ dick up and down Bobby's crack. Bobby was squirming all over, trying to turn his head around to see this POZ cock teasing his hole. Tom started jerking his cock, lining it up with Bobby's asshole. He grinned at me, “How about just the head, man? Help a bro out. Promise I won't cum in him... And it will make for some super hot pics” I nodded, unbelievably turned on as my stomach tied itself into knots. Tom grabbed his dick and worked it deeper into the crack, thrusting his hips back and forwards. It really did look like they were fucking. He worked the tip of his mushroom head between Bobby's jiggling cheeks as Bobby pushed back against him. I'm sure the head popped in a few times. It took a lot of self-restraint for him to not just sink it in, and from the way Bobby was squealing, I am sure he would not have stopped him. My mouth had gone dry and the only sounds I could hear were the clicking of the cameras and the sweaty sound of skin on skin as Tom sunk the tip of his POZ cock into my boy's bare ass. Bobby turned his head over to me, his eyes darting to Tom's. “How about just a few inches. Not fucking or anything, just so we can get some stills where it looks like he's pounding my hole. Maybe Tom can pose so it looks like he's even breeding me!” Again, I nodded. Tom sunk his horse cock very slowly into my boyfriend. He threw his head back. He was shaking a little and I could tell he was trying so hard not to fuck Bobby's brains out. “I gotta pull out man. It's been so long since a guy let me fuck him. I'm gonna shoot!” With that, Bobby pushed back against Tom's groin and fucked himself on Tom's dick a few times and then lunged forward as he shot his own load, without even touching his cock. Tom grabbed his tool and jerked it a few times, sending volley after volley of molten cum across my boy's back and ass. Bobby spread his cheeks wide as Tom kept cumming and cumming. His winking asshole must have caught a few droplets, and the guys crowded in to get close-ups. Bobby's fingers spread his ass wide as Tom's toxic load seeped down his cheeks and closer and closer to his ass. He wooshed his fingers around in the toxic puddle around his hole getting them slick with poison. Then, he sunk his cummy fingers into his ass, holding still as the guys kept their cameras clicking. I was so dizzy I felt like I was about to pass out. Bobby rolled over onto his back and kept working his cummy fingers and out of his stretched-out hole as I fainted. To be continued...

Once Doug and Greg left I lay down on the bed naked and still in my boots. While I had been fucked by four guys I had never cum and still had a hard on. I put my fingers in my hole and dug some cum out of my ass and started to jack off with it. Every time it would dry up a little I would just dig in my ass and find another gob to get my dick wet. It didn’t take very long until I was shooting a load that hit the wall, my face and covered my chest. After regaining my strength, I got up and took a shower. Once I was all clean I lay down on the bed, thinking I was only going to take a nap, but fell asleep for much, much longer. At 5:00 A.M. I was awakened by a hand covering my mouth and a person’s weight pressing me into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I’m Nick, I’m your ride home.” He released his hand from my mouth and let me turn over. Standing next to the bed was another man who introduced himself as Scott. Both of them were thin wiry men with gaunt faces wearing jeans that were too big for them and matching polo shirts with their company’s logo on them. Nick was only about 5’7”, but Scott was well over 6 feet. “Let me get dressed and we can get going” I said. Nick ran his hand in between my ass cheeks and rubbed my still swollen hole. “Not so fast, this ain’t gonna be a free ride. From what I heard up and down the highway last night, you’re a pretty good piece of ass.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. “Prove it.” He had a really nice cock and it didn’t take long before he was rock hard in my mouth. As I sucked him he ran his hands up and down my body, stopping every so often to pinch my nipple, which had the effect of getting me hard. Scott sat in one of the chairs and smoked a cigarette while rubbing his crotch and watching his friend get blown. From the size of his feet I was pretty sure he was gonna have a big cock. Nick got undressed and instructed me to sit on his face. His tongue was fantastic and before long there was a thin line of precum floating from the head of my dick down to Nick’s stomach. The scene must have gotten to Scott, cause he undressed revealing a very large soft cock with some major foreskin hangin’ off of it. He got on the bed in front of me, straddling Nick’s legs, grabbed me by the back of my head, and directed me to suck his cock. His crotch smelled so good from sweat and piss. As his dick hardened I was able to get my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his dick where salt from his sweat had collected. After a while, Nick had me slide down to his body and sit on his cock. Despite Nick’s efforts to make my ass wet, I was still swollen and sore enough that getting Nick’s cock in my ass still made me wince. Although it was better than having the monster that was in my mouth try to get in there first. Scott’s dick kept growing and growing. He loved to shove my face into his crotch and make me choke on his cock. Strings of spit hung from my chin as he tried force his enormous cock down my throat. Nick wanted to make it last, so he instructed me to turn around and start sucking him again and let Scott have a try at my ass. Apparently Scott knew how big he was, cause he went very slow getting his dick all the way in me. Once he was in and he could tell I was doing good, he started ramming his cock in hard. Unlike Nick, he really wanted to cum and a few minutes later he dropped his load in me. “Damn, he can take a big cock.” “Thank you Sir.” “Good boy, why don’t you sit back down on Nick’s cock and clean mine off?” “Yes Sir.” I sat back down on Nick’s cock, which at this point was a welcome relief from Scott’s flesh log, and cleaned of his shiny cock. When I was done he redressed and left the room saying “I’ll be waiting for you two in the truck.” “Yeah, we’ll be coming soon” Nick replied as I rode his cock. As promised it wasn’t long until Nick’s load coated my guts. After cleaning him off he told me to get dressed and make sure I wore the black lace-up boots. I did as instructed and followed him out to their truck, which was a cab over, not the conventionals I usually saw. I climbed in and Nick followed behind me, getting into the driver’s seat. Scot was sitting in the passenger seat smoking again. Nick pointed to the center of the cab that was raised up to accommodate the engine, “Do you know what this is?” “No sir.” “It’s called the doghouse. I want you to take off everything and get up here and sit like the little bitch puppy you are.” I did as instructed and knelt down on the padded area. It was high enough so that when we passed other truckers they could see me quite easily. Soon we were headed east on I-10 and every time we passed another truck, Nick would slow down and let the other driver see me. Sometimes they gave us the finger, but a lot of time they smiled and nodded in approval. “I need to take a piss” Nick said. “Yeah, me too” said Scott. “Let’s see if he can take piss as good as he can take cum.” Nick unzipped his pants and took his cock out. “Come over here and drink my piss so I don’t have to stop.” Being on the doghouse made this kind of difficult since it was a little higher than the seat. I put a hand on each of his thighs and took his cock in my mouth. Soon I felt a warm flow in my mouth and used my lips to cut off the flow when I needed some time to swallow. Being in the position left my ass in the air and pointed in Scott’s direction. I guess he couldn’t wait to piss, cause I suddenly felt some sort of lube being put in my ass and then I felt Scott’s big cock parting my ass. He pushed it all the way in and then let go with a strong stream of piss. As Nick finished Scott was still filling me at the other end. He must have pissed in me for a good two minutes before I felt him squeezing of a few short spurts to signal that he was done. “I’m gonna pull my dick out now and you better not let piss spray all over me fucker.” Slowly he took his cock out of my ass and as I felt the ridge from the head of his dick start to pass through my sphincter I squeezed as tight as I could. Since I was swollen from all the fucking I’d gotten none of it spilled out. “Now get back in position.” Nick said. For the next two hundred miles I knelt down and squeezed my sphincter. Finally we ended up back at the truckstop George had first picked me up at. Nick took a spot in the very back row. “Good boy, you didn’t spill a drop.” “Thank you Sir.” “Bet you need to take a piss and release all that piss from your ass too.” “Yes Sir.” Truth be told I was about to explode from my dick and my ass. “Get out on Scott’s side and I’ll come around, but don’t start till I can watch.” I climbed down the side of the truck and squatted behind the back wheels and pissed while all Scott’s piss flowed out of my ass. “Fuck, that made me hard again” Scott said. “Me too. Come over here boy and suck me while he fucks you.” They were right, watching me dump all that piss had made them hard. Nick’s cock sprang out of his pants and Scott didn’t waste any time shoving his monster up my ass and going to town on it. In a few minutes, Scott was shooting up my ass. When he was done, Nick flipped me around and shoved his cock in me while I cleaned off Scott’s dripping cock. Soon he was shooting a load in me. Once I had cleaned off Nick’s cock, they threw my bag of clothes down and told me to get dressed. Walking back to my car I could feel cum running down my leg. Can’t wait till George is back in town.