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Sorry it took so long...I had trouble figuring out where to go. Enjoy! ____________________________ Chapter 21) “Your parents are so great,” Aaron told me as he finished a slice of pepperoni pizza. We were gathered in the living room around the battered coffee table in front of the worn couch; I was on the floor with Mike to my left and Carlos to my right; Ike, Aaron and Aiden were on the couch. The rest of the frat was scattered around the house, but everyone was chowing down on pizza and salad wherever they were. “Mom is big on making sure everyone is well fed. Just be thankful it’s the end of a holiday weekend,” I said after I’d swallowed a mouthful of Caesar salad. “Why?” Ike asked. “Because I wouldn’t put it past her to have ordered enough steamed tofu and bok choy with brown rice for the house. She’s big on healthy eating, but loosens up a little on holidays.” “This explains the five whole-wheat crust veggie pizzas,” Aiden remarked. “Yep,” I said, packing the single syllable with enough resignation to earn a few snickers. “I’ll have them for lunch and dinner for the next couple days.” “If there’s any left,” Ike said. “I wouldn’t bet on that,” Carlos said. “It’s like a bunch of fucking locusts in there,” he added, nodding at the dining room where the majority of our frat brothers were still congregated. “Carlos, I just remembered, my dad told me you ID’ed the guys on the security disc,” I said. “Oh, yeah,” he answered. I let a minute of silence elapse. “Well?” I prompted. Why did I have the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it? “Don’t worry baby, we got it covered,” Carlos said. Looked like my feeling was more than just an emotional state. “Don’t give me that,” I said. “What?” Carlos said, the picture of wounded innocence. “The ‘don’t bother your pretty little head’ rap,” I snapped. “Darren needs to know,” Ike said emphatically. Carlos sighed heavily. “Was it anyone I might have met?” I asked sarcastically. “Yeah,” Carlos said. “Vest, Aston and Barnes were there along with a couple of their other buddies.” “Who?” “The three assholes who cornered you before Rod was on the job,” Aiden said. “I thought you’d already, uh, talked to them,” I said, employing a euphemism for Mike, Aiden and Carlos telling the three guys he’d named – all members of the football team – to stay the fuck away from me. Or else. “It didn’t take, but we’ll say it again. A little more loudly this time,” Mike said with unmistakable menace. “Loudly?” I echoed. “You don’t want to know, Darren,” Ike said. “This way if word gets back to our lawyer, you won’t know anything.” I decided I’d better resign myself to their doing whatever they were going to do. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going to go unpack,” I said as I got to my feet. “Weren’t you going to do that about an hour ago?” Aaron inquired with an impossibly innocent smile. “Yeah, I was. But I decided I’d rather fuck with Mike,” I said with the sweetest smile I could muster. Silence. “What, no snappy comeback for the truth?” “Why don’t I help you, sweetheart?” Mike said. “I’ll bet that suitcase is still packed tomorrow morning,” Ike said, and everyone laughed. I ignored them. Hours later, Mike and I were in bed, just having finished fucking for the third time that day. We were spooned together; Mike’s left arm was draped over my torso. “You still haven’t unpacked,” Mike said. “I know,” I sighed, and snuggled closer to him. We were quiet for a moment. “The nights were the worst,” I said, twining my fingers with his; he murmured his assent. “I had awful dreams.” “Me, too.” “Really?” I said twisting around to face him. “Yeah. That’s why I was in such a lousy mood when we spoke, I was totally exhausted.” “What did you dream?” I asked him. He stroked my cheek, and said “That you were in trouble but I couldn’t get to you. What about you?” “Mine were all about hostile crowds coming after me, and I had no place to hide.” “So I was right,” he said, holding me close. “I’m sorry…” “Please, don’t apologize again. I said I understood and I do.” We were quiet for a minute. “I really should unpack,” I said, reluctantly disengaging and hauling myself upright, “or I’ll never hear the end of it. And then it’s time for bed.” I busied myself stowing clothing, took my shower caddy with all my toiletries to the bathroom and did my pre-bedtime ablutions, then Mike took his turn. Once we were in bed with the lights out, cuddled together, I finally asked the question that had been nagging me: “How are we going to get through Winter break and intersession?” He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t know, sweetheart,” he answered. “I leave as soon as my finals are over, and then I get back a couple days before classes start. When are you scheduled to go? Maybe we could change our reservations and spend New Year’s…” “Uh, honey, I don’t visit home for Winter break,” Mike interrupted gently. “What?” It was dark, so he couldn’t see my face but I’m sure he heard my confusion loud and clear. “My family doesn’t celebrate Christmas.” I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp at its dimmest setting. “I thought your family was seriously religious. You said born again Christian on both sides, right?” “Yeah, well, we don’t celebrate Christmas because there’s nothing in the Bible that says Jesus was born in December. It’s pretty clear it was originally a pagan holiday that the early Catholic Church took over.” “So what are you doing for the holiday?” I asked. He shrugged. “Same as every year. I’ll stay here, rest, workout, read…” “But you can’t stay in the frat house by yourself this year, it’s not safe. Not to mention it’s terrible that your parents let you spend the holidays alone,” I interrupted. “I’m used to it,” he said dismissively. “My mom and dad go out of their way to act like it’s nothing special, so they don’t want to buy an airline ticket or even let me buy my own.” “Have they always been like this?” I asked, thinking of what it must have been like for him when he was a little boy. It made my heart ache to think of him watching as the rest of the world celebrated; ads for toys and gifts would have been everywhere. “As long as I can remember,” Mike said. I was furious with his family, even though I’d never met them and likely wouldn’t. My family didn’t celebrate Christmas, but it was unthinkable that Mom and Dad would ignore a school holiday and tell me to stay here. And that’s when I made the decision. “Then it’s simple: you’re coming to New York with me,” I stated flatly, rather than extending an invitation. “Issuing an order” would be the most accurate description. “I can’t stand the idea of you here on your own while everyone else is with friends and family.” “But…” Mike began. “Don’t worry, we don’t celebrate Christmas either. You can join us for our traditional Jewish Christmas Eve feast of Chinese food.” He gulped. “I don’t think I can afford a ticket.” “Then I’ll take care of it,” I answered, which meant Mom and Dad would. “I can’t ask your parents to pay for me to travel to New York,” he translated accurately. “You won’t have to ask them, I will. It won’t be a problem.” He opened his mouth, and I said, “Quit arguing with me. You know you’re not going to win.” He pursed his lips and gave me an exasperated look. “Just say, ‘Thanks Darr, honey. It sounds like fun.’” He heaved a sigh. “Okay I give up. Otherwise I’m not going to have a minute’s peace for the rest of the year.” “Substitute ‘my life’ in place of ‘the year’,” I fired back. “Actually, I’ll hound you in death, too.” Mike started laughing. “You would,” he said, then quickly sobered. “Thanks, sweetheart. It does sound like fun,” he said with a reluctant grin. I smiled, hoping it didn’t read as smug in victory. But I couldn’t hide that I was elated we’d be together for the holidays. “Thank you Michaelicious.” ————————— Later that week I got a call from Uncle Jeffy; I was in my room finishing up research for one of my final papers (thank heaven for a good internet connection), but I answered immediately. “Darren, how are you?” he asked. “I’m fine, semester’s winding up. How are you?” We had to go through the banalities of courtesy prior to his delivering whatever news he had. “I’m very good. There’ve been more…developments, I’ll call them, in the case. I hired an investigator to do deep research on the five guys that Carlos identified and came up with some very interesting information.” “Really?” “Yes. It seems that Sergeant Martin Hitt, who was on duty that night, is the maternal uncle of one of the attackers,” I heard papers rustle as he looked for the information “Jim Barnes.” “What?” I said, horrified. “I can’t even trust the cops in this town?” “In addition my investigator was able to trace the movements of our five young men and the police sergeant that night, and she found out that immediately after their attack on the house, they went out drinking with Mr. Zetcher. In interviews the bar keeper and wait staff were able to help construct a fairly persuasive case that Sergeant Hitt and Mr. Zetcher were completely aware of their plans.” “So now what? Are we going to have to hire a private police force?” I demanded. “No, Darren, not at all. I’ll be there to conduct depositions next week. I’ve notified opposing counsel, and have faxed and FEDEXed a letter to the state attorney general with a copy to the state senator and representative demanding a special prosecutor and protection for you from state police, since it looks like the local authorities are part of the problem. I’ve also notified the FBI.” He sounded pleased, very much in control of the situation. “This case is going to blow wide open,” Uncle Jeffy continued, “and I’ve got these bastards by the short hairs. Your mother will be writing a piece for her column and her blog, plus she’s contacted an acquaintance who is a producer of 60 Minutes. The university and the defendants will beg to settle and I will make them pay. But you must be on guard, Darr, and that means being security-conscious. The alarm on the house has to be set every night without fail, and I’ve spoken to Carlos about creating a back-up video system in case someone tries to disable the cameras. The security company has been instructed to alert the state police along with the local police department if there are any other incidents.” “Okay,” I said. “I promise to be extra careful.” “Good, but Rod is going to meet with the entire fraternity to impress on them the importance of saying nothing at all about your schedule or theirs, and especially about Winter break plans. It seems our hooligans had a good idea you’d be alone in the house when they hit, and had figured that out from casual conversations about the Thanksgiving holiday. You’ll have to take some roundabout routes and vary how you get to and from your classes every day so no one can peg you to a routine…” “Isn’t that a little over the top?” I interrupted. “Darren Matthew Leibowitz, do I have to remind you that you were nearly strangled to death only a few months ago? We need to take every precaution as long as you’re still a student at the University. So from now on you’ll have two bodyguards with you whenever you’re out on campus.” I sighed. Wonderful. Maybe they’ll want to fuck me, too? I thought sourly. Moving back to New York looked pretty good right now. But I wouldn’t – couldn't – leave Mike. Oy. ————————— “Okay…are you ready for this?” I called to the assembled members of the frat, and signaled to Carlos to start the track, which started with sirens and a repeated shout of “oh shit.” I rapped, like Fergie, having drafted Aiden and Aaron (impassive in sun glasses) as back up: It’s me Darren The PIMP Aiden, Aaron! (Hey, Darren) (What’s up baby?!?) Come on When I come to the clubs, step aside (Oh, shit) Part the seas, don’t be having me on line (Oh, shit) V.I.P ‘cause you know I gotta shine (Oh, shit) I’m Darren Dare And me love you long time (Oh shit) This was the opening of the Alpha Iota Delta Sigma holiday party the Friday night before finals week. First was a meeting to update everyone on developments in the civil and criminal cases; since everyone was in one place, it was the perfect time to have a party. This time the whole thing had to be completely under wraps, no one but current frat members. If opposing counsel heard anything they’d make the most of it – after leaking it to the media – and use it to bolster the idea that I was an out of control cum slut. Of course that was true, but it was nobody’s business but mine. I’d tried to get someone else interested in doing an ice-breaker, but everyone I asked moaned that finals week was in two days, and who had time to think about putting together anything. I went with Fergie’s London Bridge and changed a few words: for one thing, I was “Darren Dare,” not “Fergie-Ferg.” When we hit “Every time I climb up on a dude/paparazzi put my business in the news” everyone responded with hoots and laughter. For the…choreography was a little too grand, steps was more like it, Aiden Aaron and I did the “London Bridge is falling down” game that kids play, with me skipping between them, stopping when their arms came down on either side of me. There was a buffet of party food, my holiday gift to the frat (chips, salsa, pizza, chicken wings and assorted cookies) that was, unbelievably, being ignored. Everyone was moving to the music; Mike was standing up front. Like the official video, I pushed up against him, grinding my hips into his crotch, licking the front of his shirt, and grazing his lips with mine. Unlike the video, he wasn’t dressed as a sentry to the British royal family and sure didn’t stand there impassively. I faltered on the last verse of the rap, and gave up all together once we started kissing. Fortunately, the playlist that Carlos had assembled segued directly to the original version. The room took on the feel of a sex-fueled rave, a latter-day bacchanal. All around us, guys were stripping off their clothes; Mike and I stripped in record time. His hands were everywhere on my body: long strokes on my torso and down my back, fondling my butt, teasing my ass crack with his fingers. I was panting, rubbing against him, my dick hard and drooling. I pulled his head down and whisper/shouted in his ear “Breed me now.” “Drink this,” he said, handing me a glass of what looked like lemonade, but had a salty taste. Ah – “Communion libation.” I didn’t know what was in it, but I suspected there was a dose of “G” carefully calibrated to make me relax without putting me totally under. He pushed me onto one of the arm chairs, spread with the black silk sheet that I’d been covered with for my initiation, now serving its rightful purpose as a fuck sheet. My ass was towards him; I could feel his lips on the back of my neck and shoulders. Next, I felt him slipping a cum cube inside of me, the cold both a shock and a turn on, and then he was rubbing his engorged shaft against my butthole. “Fuck me,” I shouted, now frustrated. I wanted his dick inside me, massaging the cum out of my prostate and wanted to feel him shooting inside of me, flooding my ass with his hot, toxic load. We hadn’t had sex in a couple days, partly to save up for tonight, partly because we were both overwhelmed with preparing for finals and finishing off classes for the semester. So impatient,” he said into my ear as he pushed his hard dick into my asshole. He entered slowly, agonizingly so. I tried to push back, to hurry him up, but he grabbed my hips and held them in place. “We’re going to take this at my speed for a change,” he said. I groaned in frustration, and started to reach back between us to stroke Mike’s balls, but the position I was in made it hard. Then Carlos joined us, and after scoping out the situation offered, “I’ll hold his hands in place, man. You concentrate on fucking him.” “This isn’t fair,” I said, starting to laugh even though I was frustrated and horny. “You’re such a greedy little pig, you never let any of us fuck you nice and deep and slow,” Mike whispered in my ear. “It’ll make cumming twice as intense.” “If I don’t die of old age first,” I snapped. “Damn it, fuck me harder.” “Not yet, Darr. I want you to feel every inch of my raw dick slip inside of you,” he said pushing forward a fraction more. Mike kissed and licked my ears and the back of my neck as he gradually, torturously entered me. It was…well, awesome, but he was going to drive me crazy. I tried a different tack: begging. “Please, Mike, please,” I pleaded as I tried to twist my hips out of his hard grasp. “I need it.” I kept whining out variations of the same thing, but it didn’t have any effect. After a minute of that, Carlos shut me up with an intense, open-mouthed kiss. Now even more sensation crowded in on me: Carlos’ warm lips and thrusting tongue combined with the slow, steady building of pressure as Mike advanced his dick a nanometer at a time. Finally, after what felt like hours but was only minutes, I felt Mike’s pubic hair press against my butt. He pulled back a bit faster but still too slowly as far as I was concerned, and then gently pressed forward. I moaned into Carlos’ mouth as Mike fell into a measured tempo, fast enough that my prostate was getting a thorough massage, but not hard enough to put me over the edge. It was maddening and incredible. I was experiencing the benefits of going slowly, but my body was crying out for release, my dick twitching. Mike whispered into my ear, “Your ass is so sweet. Love fucking all that poz cum into your butt.” His thrusts sped up a little, but he eased off and started long-dicking me to prolong the exquisite torture he was putting me through, slowing to probe my prostate with his dickhead. After a few minutes of that, he couldn’t hold back and his thrusts started to gain speed and force, and I could feel my own release starting to build. “Harder,” I managed to gasp between kisses with Carlos. “This is what you want, honey, isn’t it?” Mike panted into my ear. “Being fucked good and hard by a man’s cock inside that tight little hole of yours. Push your ass out, open up and take my dick and all my….CUM!” he finished, roaring out the last word as his hips went into over drive. He froze in place, and could feel his cocking flexing inside of me right on top of my prostate. That was it for me, and I joined him in a super-intense orgasm that I could feel from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. It left me gasping and limp; Mike’s arms were wrapped around me and I became aware that he was kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. How long had that had been going on? “My turn,” said Carlos, and he walked around to the other side of the chair and turned me to face him. I was as limp as spaghetti when he wrapped the sheet around me, lifted me and carried me to the sofa. Carlos set me down between Ike’s legs, who arranged the sheet underneath my hips, then wrapped his muscular arms around me to hold me in place. Carlos took my legs over his shoulders and began to enter me, pushing in slowly and steadily. It was a continuation of the erotic torture that Mike had begun: every nerve ending felt super-sensitive in the wake of the release I’d just experienced, and Carlos’ dick was stretching me to the max. But I was completely limp as Carlos began thrusting in and out. “Oh, man, Mike got you all ready for me. Your ass is so slick I don’t need lube, and you’re so relaxed my dick slipped inside really easy.” “Maybe easy on your end,” I murmured. “I swear I can feel your cock in the back of my throat.” “That’s how it’s supposed to feel, buen chico, when I put my big, fat pinga up inside you…you like that, baby?” I moaned inarticulately in response. “We’re all gonna fuck you” Ike said, “end the semester the way we started it – with a gang-bang of your hot hole. Only this time everyone will dick you – 21 charged loads, plus the cum cube.” It was then I noticed that everyone was standing in a circle around the sofa, all naked, sporting dicks of varying levels of size and arousal. I felt a flash of lust at the thought that all of them were just waiting to fuck me, one after the other. My breathing quickened, and my not-so-inner cum slut was ready and raring to go. “I want it,” I groaned. “Every last drop from all of you.” Carlos began to fuck me harder, as if the idea of the gang bang was too exciting for him to hold back. Then he groaned and held himself in place, buried in me. “Did you come?” I asked. “Almost,” he panted. “Hard to resist…but this is good for you baby. You think too much about the destination…you gotta learn to enjoy the trip.” “Couldn’t we do that on the way to the Italian restaurant instead?” I said plaintively, making everyone in hearing distance laugh, then spread it on to those who missed it creating successive waves of laughter. “Just lie back, let me take care of you,” Carlos leaned forward and whispered, kissing me and brushing my hair back where it had fallen over my eyes. Then he sat up and began the slow, torturous build again, only to stop short once more…and again. Each time I leaked more precum, and was all but desperate for release when finally Carlos began really banging hard against me. I could feel he’d reached the point of no stopping, no return. “Here it comes, baby, a big load of toxic Latin leche, gonna knock you up good,” he said as he ruthlessly hammered my butt. Ike was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples as Carlos went into overdrive, fucking another load out of me that spattered over my chest. “Muchos caliente, baby,” he moaned while he kept pumping in and out to prolong the orgasm, finally covering my mouth with his before pulling out. “I’m next,” said Ike. “The bitch is in heat, no one needs to hold him in place,” he announced as he spread me and pushed himself inside. Next, he pulled my legs over his shoulders so he was totally buried in my ass and slowly moved in and out. “Take that big, black raw cock in your white butt. You like having a big black stallion fill you with charged cum?” “Yes,” I panted. “Do it, fuck me.” “Like this?” Ike said, and started long-dicking me, ramming against me as hard as he could. It hurt a little, but was a huge turn on: a big, muscular black guy taking control, using my ass however he wanted. “Breed me, fill me up now!” “Man, haven’t you learned the benefits of going slow yet?” he asked as he changed over to soft, slow strokes. My back arched; I swore I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head; perspiration beaded all over my body. I couldn’t move even though I badly want to. I had no will, no choice but to go at the pace whoever was fucking me set. It was wonderful. And terrible. The rest of the night seemed to melt away as the drink Mike had given me did its work. I was aware of every touch and caress, but the guys kind of melted one into another, as did my orgasms. The one standout was the acolyte who was nominally with McCloskey. He was a smooth, petite little Puerto Rican boy, Noel who I’d fucked once. The surprise was that for all his diminutive stature he not only had a luscious ass but was hung. Huge. “I never fucked anybody before this,” he said apologetically as he carefully slid inside me. I sighed as I felt his cock head opening me up. “You’re doing fine,” I murmured hoarsely. “Just think of everything you like a top to do when he fucks you…” I trailed off. With that advice, Noel pulled my legs over his shoulders and sheathed himself completely inside my ass. “Take it, cunt,” he snarled. “Take that Rican dick.” Ah…Noel liked to be called names and given orders I thought dreamily. “It’s all yours,” I breathed. “Take it, use me…I love getting fucked.” I was able to get my arm under and between us to stroke his balls and ass. Due to his inexperience, he couldn’t hold back, and in short order he was pounding against me, gave a sharp cry in Spanish as he released his load inside of me. Everyone in the room literally cheered as they watched him shoot his first load inside an ass; he was breathing as heavily as if he’d just finished a decathlon. “That was really hot,” he said. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” “How about right now, since you came so quickly?” I said, and squeezed his half-hard dick with my sphincter. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Noel said. “Keep doing that and I’ll come again in about 30 seconds.” I massaged his dick with my ass, and – the miracle of youthful sex drive – he was fucking me again and shot another load inside me. “Okay, move your sweet ass,” Ruhiu said. “My turn.” By the time everyone had finished fucking me it was closing in on midnight, and everyone descended on the buffet. “Can I get something to eat?” I asked Mike sleepily. “I've got plenty of dick,” he teased. “Seriously – I’m hungry after all that,” I complained. “I got you a plate,” Aiden said, handing me a dish piled with chips and salsa, a slice of pizza, chicken wings and a couple of chocolate chip cookies, along with a large glass of sparkling water with ice. “Sorry, no wine for you – not safe after that dose of G,” said Aiden, proving my suspicions to be correct. “It’s perfect,” I said as I gulped half of it down and then went to work on the food. Mike got his own plate and sat next to me; we took turns feeding each other. “Another great party. You’re the perfect Social Director,” Mike said. “Speaking of which,” I said as I attempted to stand, “I’d better organize the clean-up.” “No, no, sweetheart. Aaron is coordinating that. You’ve done enough for one night.” I settled against him and closed my eyes, relieved that I didn’t have to try to move or even think. “Time for bed, honey,” Mike said. “I don’t think I can manage the stairs,” I murmured sleepily. “No worries,” he said. Setting our plates aside, he lifted me and carried me upstairs to our room. I insisted on flossing and brushing after the late-night snack, and then was ready to go to bed; we got in and snuggled together. “It was really hot watching you get banged by all those guys,” he whispered. I could feel his dick hardening against me. “Pervert,” I said teasingly. “100%...you bring it out,” he said, and kissed my lips, then my chin, my neck, my shoulders. Even though I was half asleep, I felt my own desire began to build and grow. I rolled over on my back and Mike parted my legs with his knee in one smooth motion. Then he was lifting my hips, my right leg around his waist, my left leg over his shoulder. That made it easy for me to reach around and caress his sensitive ball sack as he pushed inside me and began to pump in and out of my ass again. “Not too fast,” I said in a low seductive voice. “You’ve won me over…” He smiled down and proceeded to give me the ride of my life up to that point. After about the fifth or sixth guy – I’d lost count – I stopped cumming, exhausted but happy. But Mike knew just the right angle, the right pressure, the right speed to not only get me excited but to bring me off every time. What else were boyfriends for? Besides, I’d kept one little thing a secret from everyone that had made me extra horny for their spunk. I’d come to a decision on my own: I hadn’t taken a dose of Truvada in a week. So this time the breeding would take.

Author's note: Sincere apologies for the long delay. Dealing with some writers block and a few very busy months at work. The story has also become a little longer than expected (oops) but I do have the next chapter almost done so that should be posted in a day or two (and the final chapter is an epilogue of sorts to wrap up loose ends and, hopefully, won't take too long either). If you read and enjoy this or my other stories, thank you for your patience. :-) Part 3: Changed Circumstances Calvin slumped low in his seat, his eyes drooping. He was not having a good day. He wanted to listen — he really did — and he knew he should be able to. But the professor was rambling on about… well, something. Calvin wasn’t even sure what the hell the old guy was talking about. He just felt trapped in this stuffy old classroom. He had arrived over fifteen minutes late to class… and he was lucky he had made it all all. He had taken a bus to campus but ended up going two miles in the wrong direction before he realised something was wrong. When had bus schedules gotten so complicated? He kept thinking about the things that Seb had said. But that wasn’t real. It couldn’t be… you can’t suck someone’s brains out through their dick. He was smart! He had always been the smartest kid in the room. Always. So why did he feel like his brain was so fucking slow? There was, of course, just one topic he couldn’t stop thinking about. Thoughts of sex - of cocks and asses, of armpits and feet, of cum and piss — were always on his mind. At home, or walking down the street, or even here in class. He could barely look at a guy without imagining the scent of his sweaty ballsack, the taste of his cum, or how good it would feel to get the stranger’s cock in his ass. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He hadn’t fucked around with anyone since Tommy a couple days ago… but he had watched a lot of porn over the weekend. Once he had remembered his laptop password anyway. That had taken awhile. He had watched porn before, of course, but never gay porn. And now he had all sort of things he wanted to try — ideas gleaned from the videos, “Mr. Watts? Earth to Mr. Watts?” “Huh?” Calvin looked up realising someone was calling his name. Fuck! The professor stood at the aisle a few feet from his seat. “Am I boring you, Mr. Watts?” Calvin felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. “Um… no?” That seemed like the safest answer. “Really? So tell me then, what type of response is the limbic system associated with?” “Lem-bick?” The word sounded familiar but Calvin wasn’t sure what it was. Why couldn’t this guy just talk english? “Come on now, its a simple question. Or have you somehow shuffled into the wrong classroom? Arriving late, I might add.” The other students all laughed and Calvin’s face felt red. They all thought he was an idiot. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He was smarter than them… … He was supposed to be anyway. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I don’t know.” His voice cracked, almost a croak, and his eyes were burning. No. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t… A sob escaped from somewhere in his chest. The professor paused, frowning. “The correct answer is emotional responses. If you are going to succeed in this class, you are going to need to start reading the assigned text.” Calvin was grateful when the professor turned away without further comment. but it felt like everyone in the class was still laughing at him. He slumped further down in his seat. When class was dismissed he grabbed his bag and ran from the room. He didn’t even bother packing his textbook, leaving it behind on the desk. Once he was away from the classroom he felt a little better. It was so good to get out of that stuffy old room. How had he ever found that stuff so interesting? It was so fucking complicated. He hated it. “Fuck classes today.” He muttered. “I need to clear my head of all that bullshit. I can figure this out. Just have to focus….” He didn’t even realise that he was thinking out loud. It was just easier to stay focused when he talked through his thoughts. Calvin watched people as he walked. Well…he watched the men anyway. He couldn’t help but look at the crotches as he walked across campus. His cock was hard and throbbing and his hole was flexing as if demanding to be fed. What the hell was happening to him? He tried to be subtle about it but he was sure at least a few guys noticed. The middle of campus was the Quad. A large open space where students tended to congregate His eyes immediately were drawn to two guys throwing a frisbee on the lawn. Both bare chested, lean, and muscular. Wet dreams come to life. Calvin stopped absently and enjoyed the view. Bet they’re in a frat, he thought. The blond was wearing a baseball cap set backwards to cover his uncombed hair. He had a firm chest, small brown nipples and a sexy six pack. Black trackies sagged slightly on his hips. Calvin loved the white stripe running up the side. That was cool. The second man was similar, handsome and sexy but with dark hair and an unshaven face. No beard, like he had skipped shaving that morning. Nice fit body. His jeans seemed to hang effortlessly, just covering his crotch, despite not wearing a belt. No pubic hair was visible. This guy must shave down there, Calvin thought absently. “What are you looking at, fag?” It was the blond. “I… I’m…” Calvin’s mind went blank. Panic. “I asked you a question. What are you stupid or something?” He took a step towards Calvin. “Lay off, Kirk.” The dark haired guy rolled his eyes. “Nothing wrong with looking. Plus he’s kind of cute.” “Yeah.” The blond’s angry expression vanished and he started laughing. “But it was hysterical. I bet he almost pissed himself.” Calvin’s mind was just starting to put the pieces together. “Your just… teasing?” “Yeah, dude. You’re good.” The blond - Kirk - said. “More than good in my opinion.” The dark haired guy came forward. His eyes drifted down Calvin’s body like a caress. “I’m Evan.” “Nice to meet you, I”m Calvin.” “As in the underwear?” Kirk laughed as if it were the most witty thing ever said. But Calvin didn’t really understand. “Don’t worry about him.” Evan said as he moved close to Calvin. He smelled so good. Masculine and a hint of sweat. Calvin licked his lips. His eyes moved, of their own accord, to Evan’s crotch. It looked pleasantly full. Calvin’s own cock began to plump up in response. Evan noticed. “You like what you see?” “Oh for fuck sake.” Kirk sighed. “Enough with the song and dance. Lets just get back home and you two can fuck already.” “Well, ignoring my boorish friend, I would love for you to come over.” “Cool.” Calvin smiled. His cock was fully hard now. “I’m game.” Evan put his arm around Calvin’s shoulder. “Come on. We don’t live far. Just a couple blocks off campus.” “I assume this is going to be a freebie?” Kirk asked Evan as he fell in alongside them. Evan only scowled a silent ‘shut up’ look at his friend. Calvin didn’t understand what the hell the were talking about but it didn’t really matter. All he knew is that he was about to get fucked again. And THAT was all that really mattered. As they walked, Evan’s hand slipped from Calvin’s shoulder, down the back, finally resting with his hand cupping Calvin’s butt. Calvin wondered if he should be embarrassed… anyone could see!… but it felt so good he couldn’t bring himself to care. True to Evan’s statement, the trio arrived at an apartment just a few minutes away. They had talked during the walk and Kirk had said they liked having their privacy away from the dorms. He said something about having found a way to make some extra college money, but again Evan shut him up with a glare. Kirk laughed again but Calvin couldn’t figure out why… so he just ignored it. He had a feeling he might be doing that a lot from now on. The apartment wasn’t terribly fancy or anything, just simple yet solid construction. Calvin didn’t really have time to look, however, as Evan pulled him in close before the door was even shut. Their lips met and Calvin forgot all about the apartment. Evan’s hands roamed freely around Calvin’s body and Calvin returned the attention. Face. Nipples. Arms. Abs. Ass. Crotch. Everything received a little attention. Both men were hard and aching in their jeans. Calvin absently noticed Kirk had got himself a beer and sat nearby in a chair. Watching them. Smirking. His hand rubbing his own crotch. Calvin licked his lips absently at the bulge he could see there… but then Evan’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently down to his knees, brought his attention back. He glanced up at Evan for permission and, once he received a nod, eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans between his and what he wanted. He could smell the other man’s musk…. sweat, cum, maybe a slight smell of piss. It was captivating. His fingers reached in and wrapped around the cock waiting for him. It wasn’t as big as Tommy’s cock had been but it was bigger than Calvin’s own cock. Calvin wondered if he would ever see a cock as big as Tommy’s again. But the thought drifted away as he focused on the very real and very present cock in front of him. It reminded Calvin of a banana with its very curved shaft. It was about as big as a good size banana as well. The groin was shaved smooth. Other than a moment to gaze at the cock and to savour the aroma, he didn’t hesitate. His lips kissed their way down the shaft, then back up. His tongue swirled around the pleasantly thick head, getting just a hint of the taste of pre-cum. It only made him hornier. Finally he opened wide and let the cock slip into his warm and waiting mouth. Evan’s hands wrapped around Calvin’s head and — gently but determinedly — pressed deeper into the warm and waiting mouth. “Yeah. That’s it cocksucker.” Kirk said from his chair. “Get him good and wet.” Calvin could see from the corner of his eyes that Kirk had his cock out now and was stroking himself in time with Evan’s thrusting cock. He knew he was horny, he knew he craved it, but he had’t know how much he NEEDED cock until this moment. Evan slipped his jeans down further and Calvin saw that he had a tattoo on his groin. He wondered, briefly, if it hurt to get a tattoo… especially there. The design seemed familiar with three incomplete circles — they looked a bit like claws or pincers or something, vaguely threatening, radiating out from a central circle. One pincer pointing up, one facing left, and one facing right. It looked very familiar to Calvin. He had seen it on chemical bottles and such. But he couldn’t think of what it meant… and he didn’t really care. It looked cool. He let his fingers stroke it absently as he sucked the cock. “You like that?” Evan asked, smiling down. “Do you know what it means?” Calvin just shrugged. He didn’t want to look stupid… and his mouth was full anyway. “I’ve got one just like it.” Kirk said. “Maybe we can get you one just like it soon.” He was chuckling again. He liked to laugh a lot, Calvin decided. Evan’s cock was deep inside his mouth, the curved shaft sliding across his tongue, and demanding entry into his throat. Just like with Seb, his body just seemed to know what to do. He tilted his head back to open his throat, swallowed, and let the cock slide balls deep. “Oh, fuck yeah. That feels so good.” “It looks hot from here too.” Kirk said. Calvin couldn’t talk, but he moaned his happy reply. Evan pulled his cock all the way back to Calvin’s lips. Then pulled all the way back in with one determined thrust. Then out again. Then in. Quickly building up speed until he was face fucking the willing cocksucker. Calvin could taste the precum coating his tongue and it was driving him wild. Evan’s ballsack started to lift, the thrusting becoming more erratic, the fingers gripping his head just a little tighter… And then Evan stopped. Suddenly. Pulling his cock out of Calvin’s mouth. Calvin dove forward. Trying to get it back in his mouth. “Not yet, babe.” Evan gently held Calvin back from his cock. He was breathing hard and his cock looked like it could cum with just a touch. “I’m not ready yet.” “Why don’t you come over here.” Kirk said. He waved his very hard cock. “You can suck on this. I’m sure Evan will find something to entertain himself.” With just the briefest of pauses to look to Evan for permission, Calvin scrambled over to kneel between Kirk’s thighs. This cock was so different from Evan’s. It was uncut, like Seb’s had been over the weekend, and about an inch shorter than the curved dick he had just been sucking. But it was thick. Damn thick and unbent. A patch of blond hair surrounded Kirk’s cock…. trimmed perhaps, but not shaved. Calvin happily opened his mouth and swallowed the big cock. Despite his strangely acquired new skills, he gagged when he tried to sink the cock into his throat. He felt like he was trying to fit a 7 inch pipe into a 5 inch hole. But he kept working the cock in his mouth and trying to coax his throat to open a little wider. He felt hands at his hips. Evan. Unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pulling them down. Exposing his ass. He knew what was coming. His hole started quivering in anticipation. He lifted his knees so Evan could slide the pants off. Evan gave his butt a playful slap. “Damn. That’s a nice ass. Got to get a taste.” He knelt down and his tongue found it’s way to Calvin’s puckered hole. Calvin moaned. His whole body was spasming. Like electricity was surging through him… but in a good way. And as he moaned, his throat opened and Kirk’s cock finally slipped deep. Calvin gagged around the thick invader but Kirk was merciless. The blond man’s hands were tight on his head. Not letting him up. “Fuck yeah! Deep throat my cock, bitch. Your throat feels awesome!” Panic rising. Face red. Body struggling. Finally the hands loosened and Calvin’s slipped back, letting the cock slide out of his throat. Out of his mouth. He gasped desperately for breath. It took a couple minutes before his breathing calmed down. Evan’s tongue continued on his ass. Licking. Sucking. Teasing. Tormenting. “Come on, boy.” Kirk frowned when the red finally started to drain from Calvin’s face. “You would think you’ve never sucked cock before.” ‘Only… only two before today.” Evan pulled off his ass. “Hot damn. A newbie then. Been fucked before?” “Just once.” “Shit. I would have loved to claim your cherry. Still…. you have a great ass and I’m still going to fuck you.” “Yes… please.” Calvin’s ass swayed slightly. Evan paused. Then sighed. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” The memory of Tommy trying on the condom flashed through Calvin’s mind. “No… they don’t feel good.” “Are you sure. You do know that we’re both…” “Shut the fuck up, dude.” Kirk hissed. “He doesn’t want a condom. And you don’t want to wear one anyway.” Evan glared at Kirk but, after a moment, just shrugged and let the subject drop. Calvin tried to figure out what the two guys were arguing about. He felt like he were missing something obvious but he had no idea what. Calvin forgot all about it, however, as Evan shifted forward so his cock, achingly hard, slid up and down the crack. Calvin cooed. “Please. I need it. I need it so bad. Please put it in me.” “As you wish.” And Evan’s shifted his dick, pointed it straight into Calvin’s anal ring. And pushed. The hole hesitantly opened for him. “Fuuuuuuuuuck! Damn you are tight… you feel so good.” I’m making him feel good. I’m making him happy! The thought made Calvin feel proud. He didn’t even hesitate when Kirk’s dick prodded his lips. He opened his mouth and let it inside. The two cocks moved almost in sync. In and out of his ass. His mouth. Evan’s hands gripping his hips, pulling him back into the fuck. Kirk’s hands holding his head still so he could thrust his cock into Calvin’s mouth and into his throat. Calvin gagged but that only seemed to make Kirk laugh and thrust all the harder. “Yeah, bitch. Choke on that big dick. You keep doing that and you are going to get me off real quick. Do you want that? Do you want my dirty cum floating in your belly?” A moan, from somewhere deep inside, was the only reply that Calvin could offer. A low sound of pure lust. His eyes were red, tears flowed down his cheeks, his nose was running, his chin covered with the slime his gagging throat was kicking up… but he had never felt so sexual. Never felt so alive. “Here it comes, cocksucker! Take it! Take my load.” Kirk’s hands tightened on the back of Calvin’s head, pulling him all the way down the shaft, balls deep, and held him there. Then the shaft started to heave and flex … and Calvin knew Kirk’s load was firing directly down his throat. Evan’s thrusts had also sped up, become frantic. His fingernails were digging into Calvin’s hips. “Shit… that’s pushing me over the Edge. I’m gonna cum!” And he did. His thrusts didn’t stop as he unloaded deep inside Calvin’s hole. Evan leaned forward, his weight guiding Calvin to sink to lay flat on his belly. “Yeah… you’ve got a bit of me inside. Part of me is always gonna be in you now. We’re always going to be connected.” “And, don’t worry, slut.” Kirk patted him on the head. “We aren’t done yet. You’re gonna take a least one of my loads up your ass … and I’m sure loverboy here has more for you as well.” “Yes, please.” Calvin smiled. It was dark by the time Calvin left the apartment. His ass was so sore it hurt a bit to walk. But he loved it. He loved the way his lips felt a little swollen from sucking cock. He loved the ache on his (perhaps not quite as tight as it had been) hole. He loved the feeling of the creamy cum dripping out and sliding down his leg. He and Evan had traded phone numbers. And at one point, while Evan was out of the room, Kirk had bookmarked a few websites on Calvin’s phone. They were hook up apps, Kirk had told him, to help him find guys who wanted to fuck his throat and fuck his ass. He assured Calvin there was no need to talk to Evan about them as he laughed yet again. Damn, this guy seemed to find everything he said funny. Calvin couldn’t wait to take a look at the apps. Yeah.. his ass and lips hurt… but he was still horny. Still wanted more. He hadn’t even made it home when he opened one of the webpages and scrolled through profiles and pictures. The only thing that seemed strange was that some of the profiles had that same symbol that both Evan and Kirk had as tattoos. Calvin wished he could remember what it meant.

Scared Virgin Wants Pozzing Mike just turned 18, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted bare raw sex with men. He wanted a man's hot semen in his ass, even a man's hot piss. He didn't care if it was poz or neg, but right now he wanted poz, he wanted to end the fear and free himself. The only trouble is he wanted it to be given to him while making love, not just be fucked. He wanted some passion in it. Mike got on to a match site posting his desires. He got a response from a mid thirties guy named Cole, who was active and didn't have a problem being a gifter. In fact he said its been a fantasy of his to poz a young guy and help him to transition to a poz brother. The idea of it being a more passionate type of gifting actually turned Cole on even more. They set a Friday night to get together, and Mike told his parents he was staying at a friend's house, that way they could make a night and day of it. Every time Mike thought about the Friday coming up he'd start leaking precum, but he didn't allow himself to jack off. Mike was going to let his cum build up so his orgasm while being pozzed would be that much more special and strong. Friday finally came, and Mike almost did in the middle of class just thinking what was going to happen in a few hours. He was leaking so much precum he was developing a little spot in his jeans, both in front and dripping down between his balls. He couldn't wait to feel a cock in him, filling him, shooting in him. Mike got out of school, and jumped in his car to head to Cole's. His cock hard as a nail. While he was driving he had to keep adjusting his cock in his pants, which squeezed more precum up out of his cock, and through his underwear against his jeans. By the time he got to Cole's he had a rather large wet spot in the front of jeans, and his balls felt damp. Mike got up to the door, and Cole greeted him at the door. Cole was pleased with what he saw, a hot teen, with an even hotter wet bulging package. Mike loved that Cole was exactly as his picture looked. Cole grabbed Mike into a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into Mike's mouth. This made Mike moan, and he couldn't help but jet out a glob of precum, well actually it was a little cum too. "Come on in stud. I think I have surprise you'll love." Cole pulled Mike in, and shut the door behind him. Once he pulled Mike in, he reached down and pulled Mike's shirt off in quick sweep. Once his shirt was off, he attached Mike's neck, tickling it with his tongue and little bites. Not enough to leave a hicky mark, but enough to make Mike moan and leak more into his pants. When Mike looked up, he saw other guy his age in a jockstrap filming them. Mike inhaled a little more and squirmed a little. "This is Billy. He's a virgin too, more scared than you about breeding, but wanted to watch and film this for you. Is it okay?" "Yes! I'd love to be able to see my cherry pop later." Billy obviously had as big a hard on as Mike, clearly obvious in his jock. Billy picked up the camera to start his filming. He couldn't wait to watch Mike take a cock for the first time, and take a breeding. He only wished he had the courage to do the same. Cole leaned over and shoved his tongue into Mike's mouth, feeling down his bare back to edge of his pants. He carefully moved his hands between the pants band and underwear, down Mike's bare butt cheeks. Oh so smooth and tight. Mike moaned into Cole's mouth, and with hands moved down to the bottom of Cole's shirt and started lifting it. They broke their kiss, and Mike lifted Cole's shirt off. Cole was relatively hairy, compared to Mike's lack of hair, except for Mike's very dense inch wide treasure trail that lead down to a trimmed bush. Cole had a dense amount of hair all across his chest and stomach, with just slightly longer treasure trail. Mike leaned down and licked one of Cole's erect nipples. This caused Cole to moan out loud and pull Mike's head into his pec. Cole picked up Mike in his arms, bare chest to bare chest. "Come on Billy, time to film a cherry pop." Cole carried Mike back to the bedroom and Billy followed filming them. Once in the bedroom Cole put Mike on the bed and undid his jeans, and pulled everything off in one feel swoop. Mike's pubes were soaked in precum, and it was still pouring out of his hard cut cock. Cole bent down and licked across Mike's dick head. Mike moaned and spurted a little precum. Billy got a close up as Cole took Mike's head in his mouth. Cole loved the taste of Mike's sweet nectar. Cole then stood up and took off his pants, exposing his hard uncut cock for the boys to see. Billy gasped a little, so Mike looked over his body and moaned oh fuck. A little precum was glistening on the lips of Cole's foreskin. Cole got on the bed and knee walked up Mike's body until his cock was just touching Mike's lips. Mike stuck out his tongue and touched the lips of Cole's foreskin, pushing his tongue lightly into Cole's foreskin. Mike loved his first taste of a man's cock, the feel of the skin, the precum. Billy was busy filming closeup of Mike licking Cole's cock. His cock was feeling very cramped in his jock, and he pushed it off as he was filming. His cut cock standing straight out from his body. Billy unlike the other two was almost completely hairless, he kept his pubes shaved. He only had hair under his arms, and a little around his butt hole. "Right on buddy, get naked with us." Cole moaned. Cole began licking down Mike's body, again taking Mike's cock back in his mouth. Cole swirled his tongue around the head, getting all the precum of his cock as possible. He then licked down to Mike's balls, and tickled his balls with his tongue. Mike's moaning went up a little bit. Cole started lift up Mike's legs bringing Mike's hole into view. Cole then licked right down to the exposed hole. There was some hair around the hole, and spreading a little up the valley, which Cole loved. As soon as Cole's tongue touched Mike's hole, Mike almost screamed out. Mike didn't know this could feel so good. Cole ran his tongue all over the outside of Mike's hole, slowly teasing it with quick stabs with the tip of his tongue. Each time he stabbed a little deeper. All the while Billy was filming the on going, being sure to get a little bit of Mike's face to show what he was feeling, but not missing the hard core action below. Suddenly Mike's ass blossomed open, and Cole's tongue sank in to the depths of Mike's ass. Mike moaned and shot out a little cum as this happened. Cole just wagged his tongue inside Mike for a minute. Cole looked up to see Mike's little spurt of cum on his stomach. He dipped his finger in it and brought it to his mouth. Oh so nutty sweet. Cole saw Billy's hungry eyes on what he did, and took the last finger full of cum off of Mike, "Here buddy, try his cum, you know you want to. He's a Neg virgin like you, its not going to hurt you. Try it." And Cole moved his finger to Billy's mouth, and Billy just opened his mouth and accepted the finger full of cum. He couldn't believe how good it was. Cole looked and the lust filled Mike, "So do you just want me to take your cherry now, or would you like a little prep work that will help the breeding maybe take this first time?" "Lets go all the way, so I don't lose my nerve later. I want to be bred good." "You got it. Hey little buddy, you looked like you liked the taste of cum. Why don't you come down and try a little ass while I go get my prep tool. Come on, you know you want to try it. This is your chance to try a clean ass. But the camera down for minute, come try this sweet ass." Billy's lust was up, and he couldn't say no. He set the camera down on the bed, and got down between Mike's legs, and saw the hair hole winking at him. He bent down and touched his tongue directly to the winking hole. He heard Mike moan. "That's it buddy, shove your tongue in there. Get him ready for his prepping." Cole then pushed Billy's face into Mike's ass just as he started to stick his tongue in the hole, this caused Billy's tongue to really go in. Billy love the feel and taste of Mike's ass, and really started licking and tongue fucking him. Cole went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush he'd been using. He'll just replace. As he came back to the bed, he grabbed lube out of the drawer as well. Billy stood up and grabbed the camera again. Cole took his place at Mike's ass. "Ok my little virgin chaser, this is to help prep you up. I'm just going to brush your insides up. I won't kid you, its going to smart a little." "Do it, I want it." Billy got ready to film this. He couldn't believe Mike agreed to having a toothbrush stuck up his ass. At the same time he thought it was hotter than hell. It made him leak little precum. Looking through the camera lens, he watched Cole lube up the toothbrush and then lube up Mike's hole. Then he watched as Cole put the brush against the winking hole. Then he saw the brush slowing sinking into that hole and Mike moaning. Billy than panned up to Mike's face, and he captured Mike's lust filled and a little pain look. Mike opened his mouth to breath and moan. Cole started to spin the brush around a little as well as slowly in and out. He pulled it all the way out to see how it looked it, and it was just ever so slightly pink, so not quite ready. So Cole slowly pushed the brush back in, and made light sawing motions. While he did this, he looked at Billy, and how he was sort of panting, and his cock was throbbing. "Hey film this when I pull the brush out. See how its coming out of his ass. Look at that color on there, that's much pinker, that means just a little more brushing and he'll be ready for the breeding. Say, you want to brush him a little? Come on down here, why don't you do a little." Billy set the camera down and came down where Cole was. "Here take the brush. Now slowly insert it in to his ass. That's it nice and slow. Move it all around inside him. That's it. You like getting him all prepped for a breeding?" All Billy could do was nod. He couldn't believe he was moving this around in Mike's ass. Watching it up close going in and out. "Okay, let me take it back, and you can film it coming it. I bet it'll be nice a red now. Pick up the camera and film it coming out." Billy picked up the camera and looking through the lens, he saw the brush slowly being pulled out. When the brush head came all the way out, it was noticeably red. "Yeah, your ready for breeding now. Look at the red color. That means your ass is all ready to be get bred and accept all that my cum has to give you." Cole set the brush down, and grabbed the lube. He started lubing up his cock real good, and put some more lube on and in Mike's hole. "Okay my worried virgin, its time. You ready to lose that cherry?" "Yes, god, yes. I want your dick in me now, please." Billy watched through the lens of the camera as Cole pulled is foreskin back and rubbed his head against Mike's hole. Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing again. Then Cole slowly and carefully started pushing his cock in. When it was a little more that half way in, he panned up to Mike's face. He was breathing heavily from his mouth and his eyes were rolled back and he was moaning. Mike began heavily leaking precum out of his cock, you would think someone turned on a faucet. "I'm all the way in now. Feel my hard cock in you. Your cherry is all mine. Now to breed you. I'm not going to last long, your so nice and tight, and your ass keeps gripping my dick." Billy got up on the bed and straddled Mike so he could get a nice clear shot of Cole's dick sliding in and out. What a sight, Cole was so carefully moving his dick, nice and slow in and out. Mike looked up and saw Billy's tight little ass and balls hanging there in front of his face. Mike could help himself, he stuck his tongue out and licked Billy's balls. Doing this caused them to jump around in their sack. Billy almost dropped the camera went he felt his balls being licked. His cock started bouncing and splattering Mike's upper abs with his precum. As he was watching through the camera, he saw Mike's balls starting to really pull up to his body, and Mike's dick kept throbbing up with each thrust from Cole. "Okay bud, I'm getting really close, you ready for my cum, you ready to bred?" Mike stopped licking Billy's balls, "Yes, fuck yes. Give my your seed. Fuck it into me." Cole picked up his speed just a little. Suddenly he pushed in a little hard and did some quick jabs, and began groaning loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm going to breed you now." Billy watched through the lens as Cole shoved hard and was shaking, and suddenly Mike's cock erupted with cum, and sprayed everywhere, including the camera lens. Billy got up off of Mike and set the camera down on the side bed table and then saw as Cole leaned into Mike and kissed him deeply, while we was still humping his spent dick into him. Billy's cock was throbbing to cum. Cole saw this and grabbed Billy's hard cock and started stroking it. "You need to cum to bud, lay down on the bed, lets let the prior virgin suck you off." Mike only smiled and moved over so Billy could lay down. Mike immediately attacked his hard cock, he loved Billy's sweet precum. Cole leaned in and whispered something into Mike's ear. Mike then licked down to Billy's balls, and Cole lifted Billy's leg, and Mike attacked the exposed hole. Billy couldn't believe the feeling, he loved the tongue on his ass. Mike then went back to Billy's cock just in time to catch the load as it fired out. The three then layed on the bed Mike pressed up against Billy, and Cole pressed up to Mike.

Such a beautiful hole. I love Berlin boys!

To me, going on PrEP feels like a sign of irreverence: if a guy was kind enough to flood my neg boyhole with his AIDS cum, it would seem downright insulting to turn down this generous GIFT...

Rawladz, Welcome to my next post! After my 7 days hiatus away from sex, I really wanted to go out to Steamworks Toronto and fuck younger men. I got there about 9 PM… A few things were happening yesterday. First, about 10 minutes later, a guy I don't really like socially showed up. I didn't think he liked bathhouses. But there he was in all his naked glory. I managed not to connect with him all night. I don't think he even saw me. I get along with most guys, but him I don't… Ever have that? The back darkroom is where I spent most of my time. Guys, you know I love darkrooms. Who doesn't? I started to fuck a younger man's ass which was so welcoming and warm. This one felt really good. Well as I soon I have fucking him, 3 other guys started to take turn fucking the same ass. More guys were coming into the darkroom. A lot of good moaning was happening. Another younger bottom came in to see us fucking this beautiful ass. This guy took a lubed condom package and used to lube in it to prepare his hole. While I was busy fucking the first bottom's ass, he guided my daddy dick into his ass several times. He was generously lubed. I loved fucking his ass but his ass muscles weren't grabbing my hard cock. Ever get guys like this? I don't think I could have chummed in him. It's as if I was opening up his ass by entering it many times but he went out of the darkroom for other raw encounters. Getting back to the first guy. He is 46 and from Kenya, dark-skinned (I have a preference here -- South American, South Asia, Mediteranean) and thin. Wow, did I ever keep fucking him in the darkroom!! So many times my raw dick enjoyed his willing ass. We went to my room and continued kissing, rimming and fucking. We left about 3:30 AM. He walked me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers. I might have a new fuckbud on a regular basis. He covered all my bases -- raw-sexual, emotional, intellectual, etc. Is how fuckbuds develop? Read1

I was in Las Vegas last week and thought I would share the bareback adventures I had there. Grindr was buzzing away for most of the week; it seemed to be about a 50:50 mix of locals and visitors. Unfortunately it also seemed to be mostly flakes -- I had a number of guys suddenly go silent when it came time to actually set up a meeting. Anyway, I did manage to catch a few, and they all wanted it raw. Actually one wanted me to start with a condom and then pull it off before finishing in his ass There was: - a cute 24yo boy who came to my hotel late Monday night. He was pretty shy after cumming and I didn't finish. - On Tuesday, a 22yo Asian dude staying at the same hotel who wanted to practice giving head -- I fed him a monster load - On Wednesday I got pretty drunk at happy hour and was pretty much useless for the rest of the night - On Thursday night, I picked up a 22yo Latino raver boy at Garage bar and took him back to my hotel. He came handsfree, but too quickly as I fucked him - Despite my best efforts I didn't get laid on Friday - On Saturday, I picked up a blonde 20-something via Grindr. It was a bit of a bait & switch; he said he weighed 220 (which is already huskier than I prefer) but in reality was probably at least 30 pounds heavier than that. But once he was bent over the bed, I enjoyed plowing his plump ass and filled it with a pretty big load. - and finally, late Saturday night I fucked a handsome, strapping leather title holder from the Midwest in the playroom at a fetish event. I didn't cum, and neither did he but we both enjoyed it. So I guess what happens in Vegas doesn't entirely stay in Vegas. I can't wait to go back!

Sorry for the long delay, it's been a crazy bit here. But I have some time and inspiration, so here comes the next installment. Kyle was in an absolutely perfect and euphoric state, he had never felt this great while getting fucked in his life. Matt could sense his partners pleasure. and was feeling quite wonderful himself. Matt was certainly aware of the fact that he had a much thicker cock than most, as well as being fortunate enough to be blessed with length, though he exhibited outwardly or felt internally boastful feelings of it. He certainly enjoyed his size, and the multitude of hot sexy boys it got him. What he really got off on though about his cock was two fold: partially, his girth allowed him to feel a tight hole on virgin and used holes; mostly though, his cock got rigid as steel and he would fill with passion and energy on how much his bottoms love his cock. This is not to say Matt only cared about his bottoms feelings, he certainly had a dominate side Kyle was only yet to see. As Matt continued to rail his willing partner, who was so thoroughly enjoying his new found activity and showing his satisfaction with his moaning (the likes of which he only believed to occur in staged porn, until now when he realized WHY the guys in porn moaned) Matt began to think of more ways to encourage moaning in Kyle and pleasure for himself. In the next moment, three activities happened all but simultaneously. Matt in a sudden revelation knew what was next in line for Kyle, that came so suddenly and so hard, and was so hot his cock began to erupt in Kyle who was in that instant unable to speak from having his first anal orgasm that was so intense he barely noticed he didn't cum. Kyles semi plump dick though, was dripping precum in copious amounts it never had before. Matt was still pumping away in that supple and inviting ass that was feeling more and more perfect with each stroke, and quickly realized Kyle was unaware of the sizable warm fresh load residing deep in his insides, for this moment Matt decided to keep it that way. Matt slowly retreated from his cums new home, and gracefully maneuvered himself and Kyle back into a more traditional porn viewing arrangement on the bed, and asked if he could put on a video form his collection. Kyle, in his lingering euphoria, and after shocks of orgasm was quite agreeable to that idea, as Matt would soon find out Kyle was quite agreeable to a number of things in this head space. Matt swiftly obtained the mouse and keyboard so he could pull up his Plex account. He set up this sever for instances just such as this one, instances where he wanted to manipulate the mood, and preferably the activity to his choosing. The reason that Matt came so hard and so suddenly was remembering that he had recently hooked up with a guy from BBRT that he had really clicked with. He had wanted to meet up again, and surmised this would be a splendid opportunity. Matt was almost as sure as he could be that Kyle would be down and willing for anything at this point, but just to be safe (the only time you'll hear that in this story) he fed the glass cock more candy, took 3 full hits from it himself, shotgunning the clouds to Kyle, then offering the pipe over. Without hesitation or need for instruction Kyle readily began to roll the boll and inhale the puffs of sexual pleasure deep and with purpose. Matt took this time of distraction to contact Josue, his friend from BBRT. Since Matt is a top, Josue did not get to act on his versatility in their last meet. They still managed to have a fuck of a lifetime, and Matt wanted to have an even better one tonight. Several hits later, Kyle set the pipe back on the table next to the bed, and simply began to stroke his cock and admire his current fuck mate. The glaze in his eyes and the dilation of his pupils told Matt he was ready for his proposal. Matt started this by caressing and sensually rubbing his tweaked out bud. He asked Kyle how he was feeling, and if he had been enjoying his day/evening so far. Although able to, Kyle chose not to answer with words, he simply groped Matt while sliding over to him for a kiss, in which he proceeded to moan in that special way bottoms can to drive a top crazy. This was when Matt informed Kyle of Josue, his 9" UNcut cock, and superior ability to achieve and maintain a hard-on even when smoked out of his mind. He of course couldn't neglect to mention Josue's seemingly infinite ability to cum, and with consistently generous volumes. Kyle, a lover of latin, uncut, hard, and huge cocks couldn't agree fast enough. This was also when Matt was informed of Kyles LOVE for cum. Matt was extremely pleased with both responses, and quickly informed Josue he was welcome, and where to show up. Josue sent 2 pictures with his "On my way!" text.

American Mangina Ashford Crenshaw, son of Dr. and Mrs., is buttfucking Conrad Wilson III, who's on all fours. They both have on leather harnesses. Ash, as he prefers to be called, wears scuffed leather boots, Conrad wears a leather cap and collar. No shoes. They are both watching a doctor fucking a nurse on Ash's big ass television. The doctor is hot—Brazilian, with a huge, hairy chest, arm and shoulders as big as cannons. The only thing he wears is a stethoscope dangling around his neck. The boys mimic the couple on TV doing it doggy-style. The nurse is naked except for her starched white nurse’s cap. Her huge boobs swing in circles and bangs against the operating table while she's getting fuck. Both the boys are impressed by how the man is slapping the shit out of her ass. There's dialogue going on between the couple but it’s in Portuguese and the boys are not really listening anyway. Ash tries a couple of slaps on Conrad ass. Conrad yelps. Ash likes hearing Conrad yelp and slaps him and rides him harder, feels powerful smacking his old chum. He's about to nut, pulls out, quickly pulls off his condom, and spurts all over Conrad's fuzzy back. Conrad immediately cries, "I haven't cum yet." "You're the slave, so you don't count." Conrad is just about to get up in protest and lecture Ash about the rules, so Ash shuts him up by putting two fingers back in Conrad's fuckhole. He rocks them in and out a few times to stimulate Conrad. He's not heartless. Conrad starts beating off rapidly and cums quickly on the towel Ash earlier provided. Nothing gets on the white shag carpet. That's rule number 4. The Brazilian hunk spurts all over the woman's back around the same time. Ash sits on his couch towel he also put down earlier. "Okay, slave. Channel seven." Conrad crawls over, switches the channel and plops down on his towel, then lays back to wipe of Ash's cum off. Dick Clark announces the final countdown of 1995, the Times Square ball drops, the numbers 1996 flash on the screen, and confetti falls all over Times Square. Debra Harry sings Auld Lang Syne and the thousands in Times Square, in funny hats and glasses, sway. The song ends and she breaks into one of her old hits, Call Me, and the hoards start jumping up and down. Ash looks at his glass coffee table. He leans over, scrapes a long trail of coke for himself from a large pile on the table. He inhales half in one nostril, half in the other. His cell rings. "Yo," he says, listens for a while. "No, bro, I'm out.” He’s eye Conrad, motioning him to turn down the volume. “Last teener went to Harvey and Jasper at Tahoe. No, sorry dude. Resupplies come in next week.” Conrad’s not responding so he throws a Time magazine at him. Conrad complies but is miffed Ash is talking to someone else. “No can't, have a family thing tonight. Petey, gotta go. Have a friend here. Yeah. Later." The stash is piled high, the contents of one of his five remaining eightballs. He's chewing his lip. Next to the stash, the Daily Californian, the college’s paper, is folded to the back section listing several parties in the bay area. He looks at Conrad. Even though Conrad's cute with all his freckles and twenty year old furry chest, he wants to get rid of him. He and Conrad go way back to before they can remember. Their families were friends; both father's practice pediatric medicine, both monthers date back to Wellesley as sorority sisters. At six and five, respectively, Ash and Conrad played a game called King and slave, a game that Conrad made up. Ash was always the King, Conrad the slave. In junior high they parted ways—actually Ash ditched Conrad. Something had changed in puberty, actually Ash changed in puberty. He grew, not just grew taller, but grew gorgeous. He took note of how girls, boys, even adults looked at what he was becoming—a very handsome teenager. Compared to rock stars and GQ models he was passing them in strides. He liked what he saw. Strong jaw, straight hairline, dark brows over blue eyes that were almost fluorescent, a long straight nose, sensuous Cupid’s bow lips, a chin with a small cleft, deep dimples he exhibited sparingly; all together a striking face framed by golden hair that fell in fine wisps like blowing wheat. Throughout high school his body filled out even better. He played soccer and water polo. Each sport, supplemented with weight training, gave him a V-shaped torso, broad shoulders made wider by wing-like lats from swimming, strong legs, and a perfect bubble butt. With friends, he surfed weekends at home and spent winters perfecting his snowboarding skills at his parent’s chalet in Tahoe. He was fearless and agile, impressive, at times intimidating, in the half-pipe. Throughout his teens, slight modifications, the right haircut, the right clothes, the right attitude, he was sculpting himself into a modern day Adonis. He and Conrad still saw each other at annual events like Christmas and Fourth of July family picnics, but Ash remained aloof. But something again happened toward the end of their high school years. Even though Conrad was small he was hairy. Ash spotted him at the beach the summer he graduated. Conrad, who was then going into his senior year, was strolling down the beach with his little sister. Ash stopped him and they talked for a while. Once Conrad got his own apartment in Berkeley he called and invited Conrad over. They reminisced, Ash guiding the conversation, until one thing led to another, and King and slave resurrected with a much more adult rule book. Throughout puberty life changed Ash. However, during his senior year, right after his birthday, an encounter in a Golden Gate Park toilet changed him altogether. Yes, that happened, but in his first year at Berkeley he radically changed even more. He not only did he plunge head first into drugs, he became a dealer. This brought about so many changes in him, even he couldn't keep up with who he was. He liked pussy, but he also liked the subversive elements of fucking boys his age and especially younger ones. He would never admit this, but privately, if you pointed a gun to his head, Conrad was his favorite. His old chum always kept him amused, always creative, altered the themes of their King-slave game on a dime. Sometimes it was ship captain and cabin boy, sometime is was Scout Master and Cub Scout. But aside from the leather caps and navy hats and merit badges, it always boiled down to Ash buttfucking Conrad in front of the TV watching straight porn. Conrad was the only full-on fuck boy of Ash's, but there were starting to become other one-offs. Even his frat buddies weren't immune. It was the thrill of getting busted, the high of pushing the envelope. He and a frat buddy shared a girl one drunken Tahoe weekend at his parent's chalet. They gave he G. By the end of the night the girl was passed out and they started double dicking her. It wasn't gay because of the girl lying there comatose. Didn't matter that it felt awesome rubbing his hot frat buddy's cock against his own big stick. Just a few weeks later he was involved with two girls—couldn't remember their names—and Kyle, one of his surf bros. They were all on ecstacy. Several times, first time accidentally, the remaining times not, the boys crossed swords changing partners. It got to be more fun than fucking the girls. The last round of jousting hanging over the girls, the prettier of the two girls said why didn’t they just get a room. The boys went back to fucking the girls but the fun was gone. Net-net, he was always the instigator of the scene. He produced the drugs, the nights got wild, everyone denied anything weird happened the day after. They always were just so out of it, stoned, tweaked, blacked out. He liked the power play, the "accidents," and "man, was I" blank, which led to further encounters where he was leading "straight boys" into not very straight behavior. Being a dealer was changing him. Now a college junior, drinks with cute underage freshman, usually naive working class boys, would lead to offers of free samples of his wares, and to him giving them head or he getting it. He'd been cutting into his stash for the free samples, but also stepping on the product to hide the overhead costs. He'd been craving more thrills lately. Also he starting getting reckless with his late dead drop of cash. He was letting his id get him into the seedier venues, bathroom stalls at school, and twice now, filming tied up freshman twinks and blackmailing them for further encounters. While Conrad wiggled on the towel, Ash watch the Times Square crowd dance to Heart of Glass. Getting rid of Conrad was never really hard. "Slave. Come here, slave. Lick my boot." Conrad looks at him. "Those boots. They're disgusting." He jumps up and runs to the front door. "But I did bring you a Christmas present I couldn't just give you at Christmas in front of our families." He brings back a large Macy's shopping back. "I thought I'd give it to you now. I hope you like it, Your Majesty." It's wrapped in black paper, odd for a Christmas present, thinks Ash. "Sorry, bro, I only have that snow globe I already gave you." He rips open the package and finds a large shoe box. He opens it and see two new shiny leather boots. "Pix!" he shouts, "These are awesome!" He admires them, then give Conrad a quick kiss on the mouth. Conrad bristled at be called Pix, Ash's nickname for him—Pixie—since he was six. But also thrilled that his hero from forever, kissed him for the first time. Not passionate tongue kissing, but he'll always remember the feel of Ash's lips peck his. Ash smells the boots. It kick-starts something in his groin, reminds him where he wants to be this evening. He holds them out to Conrad. "Go on. Give them a lick. You know you want to," he teases. Conrad holds out the tip of his tongue and gives it a quick lick. They both laugh. "Good slave. Wait!" Ash finds his socks on the pile with the rest of his clothes, puts them on and slips on the boots. "Size eleven, right?" asks Conrad, concerned, while Ash struggles with his second boot hopping on one leg. "You got it, bro. They need to be broken in, just, like, you!" And the second boot pops into place. He steps in front of Conrad and lifts his foot. "Now lick it, slave," he orders. He's thinking tonight he might find someone for real to play this role. Conrad considers it. Raises one finger, says, "Just this time because they haven't left the building." He takes his tongue and licks the soul of the boot from arch to tip. Ash very much likes what he sees. He parades around his apartment only in boots, letting his dick slap back and forth, stopping at his full-length mirror, growing even more impatient for Conrad to leave. "Hey Pix, how about this once, just for New Year's, you do your first line of coke with me?" Conrad turn sad and serious. Ash knows Conrad is on so many pharmaceuticals prescribed by his father—for anxiety, for depression, for his ADHD, for the Star Wars battles that are constantly going on in his brain (his words)—that Ash knows he's frightened of actual getting led into a maze of drugs and never find his way out. And just like clockwork, as soon as drugs are brought into the picture, Conrad starts gathering his things, making excuses, saying he should get home before the holiday traffic, before his whiny mother starts worrying and calling him every fifteen seconds. Ash thanks him again, gives him a big bear hug, which Conrad pretends to hate, takes the little guy's coat out of the hall closet, thanks him for coming out to Berkeley. "Drive home safe. Later, Pix," he says, and closes the door. He travels back to the mirror. He really does like the boots. He struggles to get them off but does. Slips on his leather pants, enjoys the feel of leather against his skin, debates whether to put a shirt on over the leather harness, decides against it. Puts on his leather biker jacket, pockets a brown vial of coke, goes downstairs, gets in his Bimmer and drives over the bridge to Bar X. *** He's standing at the corner wondering why he's hesitant to go in. He looks the part, but he's not sure how much of this is costume pageantry and how much of this is real. Certainly some of the men passing him on their way to the bar are swishy queens so it's in drag to them, but most of the men passing by are serious, oozing sex like his rugby pals ooze sweat in August. He catches one or two in the eye. They cruise him back. Totally in it as contact sport. He sees most of them hold passes. He's not sure if that means he'll have trouble getting in. The line’s thick and growing down the block. He takes out his brown vial and scoops a bump. Snorts. Wipes his nose. Of course he'll get in! He's come this far, and shit man, fuck you! he's Ashford Crenshaw; hot, buff, twenty-one, five-eleven, Caribbean eyes you could easily dive into and never come up for air; on a scale of ten he's a motherfucking twelve. He cuts his way up the line. He's in his full regalia. He unzips his jacket displaying his smooth, cut chest, perfect six-pack abs, a treasure trail skanks and faggots have paid to lick, his new Scorpio tattoo over his heart beats with all the pride of a November-born Scorpion: sex, secretiveness, intelligence, power—did he mention sex? He brushes his blond chair back, parted perfectly down the center. They should all lick his boots, he believes. There's a tall Latino guy that he tries to cut in front of at the door. The guy blocks his way. "You in a hurry?" the guy says. There is small threat in his voice. "Nah, bro, you go ahead." "Muchas gracias." "De nada," Ash shoots right back. "Your invite?" says the security man—bald, very big, very threatening. The Latino guy looks back, sees Ash stymied, says, "Oak. S'okay, He's with me." Ash waits while Oak opens the black rope. Ash takes off his jacket and checks it in at the door. There's a tall, skinny black guy at the coat check, naked in a harness whose center strap leads straight down to a cock ring sporting a very long cock. The coat checker hands Ash a token, says, "Don't lose that. Try finding a black leather jacket in this crowd at the end of the night." The man reaches out and grabs one of Ash's tits. Ash smiles his crooked smile, kind of friendly, but not that friendly. Puts a dollar in the coat check's tip cup. He wants to find the guy who let him in, maybe buy him a drink, try to make friendly-like. Better always to be talking to someone than standing alone. He thinks he sees the guy. Black hat and leather jacket he remembers at the door. He's as tall as he thought the guy was, six foot, six one. He catches up to the man, reaches out and puts an arm on the man's shoulder. The guy bolts around, ready to defend himself. Ash gives him a second to remember him, then leans in, yells, "Hey, thanks for back there," over the loud din of the bar. The guy flattens his lip, a non-committal You're welcome. The guy is pretty good looking, Ash judges, as his eyes adjust to the bar’s dim lights. Dark hair also parted in the middle, a thin mustache that he shouldn't like, but it looks good on him. Probably about thirty. The man's eyes squint while he evaluates Ash. His brows are full, wary, his chest and stomach smooth and ripped beneath the jacket. He has a long sideburns that accentuate his thin face, dark brown hair just over his ears. "Can I buy you a drink?" Ash shouts. The guy considers taking the offer, and nods once, yes. "What can I get you?" Ash asks. "Scotch." His voice is deep, serious, with just the touch of an accent. "Any kind in particular?" Ash is wondering now if this was a good idea. The guy keep emitting extremely intense vibes, not attentive to Ash's friendliness. He won't smile, this guy, so Ash denies his. Figures he's looking weak. For some reason he now wants to impress him. He's definitely not some muscle head but there is something about him that reeks strength. The guy still hasn't answered. Ash weaponizes his good looks, runs his hands through his sun-bleached hair, knows how it will fall back evenly over his ears, showing dark roots and sun-dappled tips. Ash shouts a little louder with a cupped hand above the noise, "What kind of scotch do you want?" "Expensive." Ash smiles just a little, no teeth. He makes his way to the bar. It's packed. It's getting so congested there's soon going to be no more room to move. There's several bartenders busy behind the bar. Televisions on both ends of the bar show a fisting video that looks particularly cruel. The biggest, meanest looking bartender, wearing a very old leather vest, sprouting huge drooping tits with what's has to be 00 gauge tit jewelry, says not loudly but so deep Ash can feel the bass of his voice in his balls, "What will you have?" It's all Ash can do to not take a step back in intimidation. He runs his fingers through his hair. "You have Lagavulin?" "Eight or sixteen year?" "Sixteen," Ash replies, then holds up two fingers, "—two of them." "The magic word," says the man. Ash is taken aback. Thinks. "Uh, please?" He’s never been talked to by a bartender like this. "Not the word." Ash then considers where he is." "Two Lagavulins, Sir." "Much better." The barkeep goes up to the top shelf, pours two good size glasses. The barkeep sets them down and inches the glasses in Ash's direction. "Thank you. Sir." The man nods. Ash puts down a hundred. A large hand covered by a snake tattoo lays over the bill. Ash sees that the snake tattoo's forked tongue ends where the fingernail should be. The barkeep crumples the bill. Ash shivers slightly as the man walks away with it. "Hi!" A middle-aged man saddles up next to him, sets his drink on the bar. Ash wonders if he’ll get any change from his hundred, but this middle-aged guy’s suddenly in his face. He can't see where the barkeep went. "First time here? You're a new face. I'm Terry. Terry Brennan. But my friends call me Terr, like Holy Terr." He lets out a loud laugh. Ash looks around for the guy he wants to get back to. The bar is wall-to-wall men now. Lot of skin, lot of sweat. A clammy guy rubs up in back of him. Ash's half-annoyed, half-aroused, looks in back of him. The guy is cute. He looks at him not unfriendly. Wonders if the guy’s collar means he's owned. The middle-aged guy, Terr was it? isn't taking a hint. He's asking what his name is. "Ash. Ash Phoenix." The man rings pearls of laughter into the room. "Like the Phoenix that rises from—. Love it! And what do you do, Mr. Phoenix?" "Berkeley. Student." He's opting for the one word answer route. He also looking around the bar, paying as little attention to the man as possible. "Oooh, a frat boy. Love it." Ash examines the man coolly. Leather jacket, leather pants, yellow kerchief tied around his neck, boots, cap. Boy did this place run the gamut. The man has a goatee, black. A little bit of black hair peeks from his cap. Ash suspected it's all died, it's too solid, makes him look like a cheap Halloween devil. His eyes are a little scary though. He suspects coke, maybe X. They're fairly bulging out his head admiring Ash. "So, frat boy, what are you studying?" the man peaks over his cocktail, like that’s supposed to be cute. He looks at Ash sideways with curiosity. Maybe also he's trying to focus. "Economics, English minor." The man downs the rest of his drink. He grabs across the bar, clutches one of the younger bartenders. "Another one, sweetheart." Definitely drunk and on something. He's too energetic just to be drunk. "Assemblyman Terrence Brenner at your service. Graduated many, many centuries ago from Cal Poly. Animal Husbandry." For some reason he finds this hysterical and slaps the bar multiple times. He tips back his leather cap. "Ever get down to Salinas, Mr. Phoenix? I'd love to host you." "Not really," Ash responds, now searching the room more vehemently. The Assemblyman continues, undaunted by Ash's cold shoulder. "I have a tremendous farm. Very private. Asparagus, lettuce, cauliflower. Lots of migrant workers who are charming but...but what I mostly love is my livestock. Love, love, love. Pigs, goats, cows, dogs of course, and some very, very special horses. Do you ride, Mr. Phoenix?" "Uh, ye-ah." Like it should be obvious. "I bet you do," the Assemblyman says, groping Ash's chest tattoo. "Ever let a horse ride you?" He thinks the man is serious the way he’s eyeing him, but the politician immediately sends out another peal of laughter. "Scorpion. I so envy boys like you. So young, so proud of your status. How long have you had it? The tattoo." "What?" Ash is this close to shoving this pervert away. He opts, instead, for disinterest, giving his full attention to scanning the room. "I got this last month on my birthday." "Oh, dear. The horoscope. Hah. My bad. So you're not—? You should be careful. Not give people the wrong impression." The young bartender's back and set Brenner's drink down. His barkeep's right behind him and slams down two quarters as change for the drinks. Under the coins is a pass with a St. Andrews Cross—Bar X's logo—stamped on it. He eyes Ash and leaves. The politician sets down a ten. He also notices the invite. "Oooh, VIP lounge. I would agree that you're pretty special too. Mr. X never gives first timers VIP treatment." Brenner turns to look out into the crowd almost hurt, pouts. "I heard they made the meatrack room into a disco just for tonight. I bet it's pretty." He closes his eyes. "Lights, slings, fuck benches, racks, crosses. Looks like you're one lucky boy.” He’s back to groping Ash with his blurry gaze. “Don't know who you have to fuck to get one of these but I bet you'll find out." There is a strong, forceful slap on Ash's shoulder. The man Ash has been searching for finds him. There is something possessive in the hand that stays on Ash's shoulder that he likes. He leans over Ash and says to Brenner, "Why don't you go fuck a dog." Brenner stares at Ash, says, "Now that's a knot I'd advise you to take." He takes his drinks, spins around and melds into the crowd. "Besa mi culo, puto! Stay away from him, hear me?" Ash turns around to look at him. He's more handsome than he remembered. His piercing brown eyes still squint suspiciously at him and then around the room. The guy lights an unfiltered cigarette and pinches it hard between his slim fingers. He takes a long drag and exhales it at the ceiling. He offers Ash one. Ash never smokes but takes one anyway. The man lights it. Their faces are close. Ash smell strong body odor coming off him. Anyone else he'd be repelled by, but it's the opposite. Ash pulls up a little closer to him, ostensibly from the crushing crowd, but they both know that's not it. Ash takes a tiny toke so he doesn't choke and blow his coolness. The cigarette is mellower than he imagined, and he takes another draw. He reaches back and hands over one of the drinks, then reaches back and gets his. "Sketchy guy," says Ash. "I'll stay away.” He salutes him. “Yes, sir!" Ash thinks he being ironic, but quickly realizes this is a man who takes words like that seriously. Ash brings down his salutes and takes a sip. The scotch burns going down. He breaks into his winning smile, the one that slays. "To 1996," Ash salutes the man again, more or less to change the mood. "Cheers," the man salutes him back and downs the glass in a single gulp. His Latin accent seems to have a slightly British tinge to it. Funny. "Cheers," returns Ash and, feeling challenged by the one gulp maneuver, finishes the rest of his in one gulp. Both slam down their glasses at the same time. Mr. X is suddenly there with two more full glasses. "You’ve met Mr. X?" asks the man. "Not officially. A pleasure," says Ash, then remembering his protocol, "Sir," and reaches out a hand. Mr. X swallows his hand with a meaty paw. Ash tries to avoid looking at his missing teeth. The grip is close to painful. Mr. X examines the boy while he's in his grip. Ash straighten up like he’s back in boarding school. "Ashford, Ash Crenshaw," he says as he’s been conditioned to say, forcefully, confidence dialed up to eleven. Mr. X lets go of his hand. Ash falls back to running his fingers through his hair. "Allow me to present," says Mr. X, "Senior Sebastian Romero." Sebastian tips his head slightly. "Ash Crenshaw," says Ash Crenshaw in full peacock mode. His burning belly is getting him to relax. They shake hands. Sebastian's hands are rough, callused. Ash feels like a kid suddenly thrown into a room of adults. These two men both feel intimidating, worldly. As the drink burns in his belly, he's feeling how he kind of likes how his feeling, triangulated by these dominating men. There is an awkward pause as Ash thinks of something interesting to say. He puffs on his cigarette, and puffs up his armor, saying, "I just got back from Peru. Mancora. Ever been there, Sebastian?" Mr. X kicks his head back a little, says, "I thought I hear you say you were Ash Phoenix?" Ash is surprised. He thought it was just him and the Assemblyman at the bar. "You heard that? I didn't think—." Sebastian interjects, "Mr. X hears everything, don't you Mr. X?" Mr. X considers for a second, "Better is Ash Phoenix, the bird that rises from the ashes of death. We should all be so lucky." Sebastian and Mr. X nod. Mr. X pours himself a glass, clinks the other two. The three of them drink. Sebastian and Mr. X finish theirs, Ash has a little left. "Yes, I know Mancora. Hermosa. I travel a lot around South America." Mr. X looks at Sebastian with caution. Ash tries to maintain coolness, but his passions for his recent trip betrays him. "Muy hermosa! My buddies and I were in Arica, Chile, surfing on winter break, then Mancora, then Nuqui. You know Columbia?" "I am Colombian. We kidnap boys like you there for ransom." Ash keeps his face neutral scanning Sebastian's face to see if he's serious. Mr. X breaks into a deep, rolling laugh, then Sebastian smiles for the first time since they've met. His teeth are uneven, tobacco stained. He displays a gold canine tooth. Ash laughs to catch up with the men. Suddenly becoming aware of the situation, Ash asks, "What brings you up north?" He looks intently at Sebastian, then follow’s Sebastian’s eyes scanning the room. Ash is beginning to think how he might gently extricate himself from this scene. "Import and export," says Sebastian. It's as much as if he's rubbing Ash's nose in the obvious. "Interesting," says Ash. He's carefully considering his next words. "At Berkeley, I have a course right now in the macro-economics. It's about trading partnerships.” “Oh, yes?” Sebastian has stopped scanning the room and is focused only on Ash. ”What goes in, must come out, right? If a country gets behind, for example, certain levies must be laid. If a country gets too far behind there are most likely penalties. Right? If there is a relationship built on trust, consignment can be leveraged on the defaulting party, giving them the opportunity to deliver on what was previously agreed to." "I deeply take to heart economics," says Sebastian. Mr. X breaks in, cutting to the chase: "How much time is needed for a restitution, this being the third occurrence, and as the principal lender must now get involved?" Mr. X looks at Sebastian. "Banks open Tuesday, day after tomorrow," Ash says, feeling the scotch and heat of the room. "I'm sure payment could be easily be arranged to get up-to-date." Ash sees the two men staring at him in dead earnest. He continues, now becoming frightened even though the room is full of bystanders, "twenty thousand with perhaps a ten percent," he pauses, searches their faces, "twenty percent penalty attached." There is a long pause. Sebastian finally breaks it. "I'm afraid examples must be made or the system, the vast network, breaks down." His eyes are now barely closed slits as he looks into Ash's eyes. “Do you like poetry, Ashford? Of course, you do,” says Sebastian. "It is your minor at Berkeley. I'm sure you know this one.” Sebastian places his hand on Ash's hand, resting on the bar, holding Ash captive. "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mera anarquía--mere anarchy is loosed upon the world." Sebastian turns his body against Ash, trapping him to the bar rail. Sebastian's other hand is now scaling over Ash's shoulder, clutching him, sex mixed with menace. "The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere--La ceremonia de la inocencia es ahogada;--the ceremony of innocence is drowned;" Sebastian runs his fingers through Ash's fine blond hair. The hair falls back, as it always does, perfectly in place. "The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of--apasionada intensidad--passionate intensity." Ash is to the point of fight or flee. He opts for neither. His heart races. He’s feeling so many confusing things at once. Fear? Liquor? Something in the liquor? A hardon? They have slipped him something. If it’s G he might be headed to the hospital. He simmers down a bit identifying what the feeling is. He's never passed out on G, he know how aggressive it makes him. He feels he's got a handle on it now and gets more of his confidence back. He plants himself on familiar ground, reciting back to Sebastian, "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" While he’s reciting the familiar verse, his mind spins. He’s plotting wildly, though he knows his brain will be slowing down to a crawl soon. "Yeats," he says. "Does he fuck with your mind like he does mine? Right now I’m feeling pretty fucked. It always seems Yeats could be talking about today, this second. Would you like—?" He takes out his vial of coke, offers some to Sebastian who accepts. Mr. X declines. Sebastian snorts a bump, then Ash does his. That’ll keep him from passing out. He’s played chemistry set with his body before, knows what counterbalances he needs. What he doesn't know is what their endgame, so he's looking for options. He eye the front door as a means of escape and sees Daryl taking passes. As the cocaine hits, his brain has a vivid flash of Daryl, his first connection to the drug trade. Teenage Ash sucking off his first black cock in Golden Gate Park during his last year in high school. Daryl who gave him his first taste of blow; who soon arranged blind drops between drugs and money, and money and drugs. Suddenly the strings of father’s money cut him loose in independence. Daryl smoking at the door, opening up the black rope with a bandaged hand, his little finger missing. Sebastian places a cold hand on Ash's shoulder. "You signed on to help things fall apart. You are a very smart young man. I ask you, if you falter, what does mere anarchy have to fall back on?" He's fucked. Ash knows the G that makes him lose focus is battling with the blow, which makes him focus. The combo is also making him aroused. If he's fucked, he might as well get fucked—that’s G talking, he realizes. His mind’s fracturing, clouding up with a sexual fog. Sebastian might be the perfect partner in this state. Delaying tactics—yes, delay. Two hours tops and then he'll come down; dance, make out, a hand job, suck him off. Whatever it takes. He;s got about a gram in his vial. The rational side of his brain, the one he'll lose in a couple of minutes, tells him to stall, wait as the G fully kicks in and then tapers off. He can barter, trade his way out of this. G tells him what he already knows, he would love to get fucked by this Colombian stud staring into him. Sebastian is reading his mind—now it’s the nose candy's paranoia talking. Did he remember condemns? His mind is kicking thoughts around like a pill ball machine. He was hoping something like this, well, not exactly this, might happened. Yes, he has condoms in his pocket. His brain is a hundred disparate jumbotrons flashing over Times Square. The west coast countdown has begun on the televisions. This could all be cleared up, he assures himself, if he can make it through the next couple of hours. The drugs are short-term. He's got the money, and he can get more. He needs to get the plan going— He speaks over his shoulder. "Mr. X, Sir. Thank you for your invitation. Would I have your permission to take Sebastian with me as my plus one?" He hears Mr. X's deep voice behind him, "Sebastian is welcome anytime. No reason this can't be pleasant." Sebastian cracks the smallest of smiles, a gold tooth glinting. Ash speaks to Sebasian. "Should we slouch then toward Bethlehem, my friend?" It's not acting anymore. He really wants to get fucked by Sebastian, the first man he's ever met that he'd consider it. Sebastian smiles genuinely. "Sí, mi amigo hermoso." "Enjoy," says Mr. X, "I join you later." He takes his and Sebastian’s glasses to the sink. Ash is about to finish the last of his scotch, when the Colombian puts his finger on Ash's lips, shows him a white pill on his tongue. He pulls Ash to his mouth. Against all better judgment, knowing this will fuck up everything, knowing too late that this is not the plan, he’s overruled by desire. Ash meets him open-mouthed like he's wanted to all night. Their tongues interweave, and the pill is taken into Ash's mouth. He will never forget this kiss at midnight, when leather men all around him cheer and exchange their own kisses. All the sirens and horns screech around him, warning Ash Don’t! Ash parts from the most tender and deadliest kiss he's ever had, downs his scotch and slugs backs the pill. ***

Once they climbed back onto the bed, things didn't die down a bit. Kyle put on some porn, bareback of course. Matt grabbed his iPad, he was tweaking a bit at this point. Kyle took this opportunity to explore Matt's body more. Kyle caressed Matt's biceps, chest, back, muscle ass, and strong legs. Matt was not a hairless or shaved guy, but he was definitely not hairy. Kyle had a bit of a fetish for body hair. Matt's was perfect. The hair was soft, and evenly spread on Matt's legs and arms. Matt also sported one of the sexiest treasure trails Kyle had ever seen. Though Matt made it no secret that he did not bottom, but Kyle soon discovered that he did enjoy his hole being licked, rubbed, massaged, & teased with a nice spit sloppy cock. In between Matt showing off pictures of prior playmates, guys messaging him on Grindr, and video's prominently featuring his gorgeous cock raw fucking various twinks, Kyle made a personal game out of seeing how hot and heavy he could make Matt so he could penetrate ever so much more and more into Matt's tight and fur covered hole. Matt could not hide the pleasure he felt from the teasing cock on his puckered hole. When Matt knew he was nearly going to succumb to the incessant dick, he decided to switch things up. He reached for the almost forgotten pipe and lit it up. After taking in a few clouds, he passed the pipe to his bed mate. Matt advised Kyle that it would be in his best interest to kill the pipe, or at least smoke all he could handle. As a result of the combination of the iPad content, and the body worshiping/hole teasing Matt was seriously horny, and ready to plunge his dick in Kyle's bare hole again, this time though with much more energy, and force. Matt was dying to pound that hole. Kyle was diligently and happily making the clouds he was told to make. Kyle had not realized how much the effects of their original smoke session had worn off, until he began to feel the familiar effects of the pleasurable smoke. Kyle became so wrapped up in his enjoyment of the second wave of PNPing, that he didn't keep track or realize just how much was in the pipe that was was instructed to kill. Kyle was flying, high, higher than he initially was when this hookup started. It didn't take long for Matt to see how much his playmate was affected by that magic girl Tina. He could see that Kyle was now craving for his hole to be filled just as much as he wanted to fill it. Matt recovered the nearly spent pipe from Kyle and took one last long puff of the remaining ice in preparation of his plan to own that willing hole. Matt began by pulling Kyle down on the bed, so he could throat fuck his wiling new friend. Once Matt's cock was so hard he felt like almost anything could make him cum, he pulled his cock out of Kyle's mouth, flipped him over on his stomach, and lined his wet throbbing cock up to Kyle's pulsing pucker. With a single and powerful thrust, he was pushing through the second O ring. He knew that this was the point of no return for Kyle, and he had a bottom that was up for anything he wanted to do to it. Kyle, unable to concentrate on much else other than the extreme waves of pleasure radiating through his body, was unaware of the thoughts the man that was pounding his hole was having.

A young guy who looked familiar showed up on my Facebook feed in "People You May Know." I scrolled through the Facebook entry for a while and finally figured out I had messed around with him a few years ago. The first time we met was when he replied to my posting on Craigslist. We agreed to meet in the secluded, locking, basement restroom of the university science building. The guy was hot, maybe 22 or 23 years old, 5' 8", dark brown hair, and a thick muscular build. I also remember his legs were muscular and very firm. After we entered the restroom, he locked the door, immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and sucked my painfully erect seven inch cock, taking the entire length until I could feel the stubble of his light beard rub against my balls. As he continued to deep throat my cock, pushing me ever closer to on edge, he lowered his pants and stroked his cock. The girth of his seven inches was impressive. After a couple minutes he abruptly stopped sucking, stood-up and with no further segue, forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth. Talk about a passionate random hookup. Then he again abruptly stopped, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and positioned me bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, followed by his tongue, which, without any subtlety, wormed its way into my hole, rimming me vigorously. He also slid two fingers in my hole so his tongue could get even deeper into my hole. As his tongue flittered deep in my hole, he reached between my legs and stroked my cock, which, by this point, was heavily drooling pre-cum. I found myself involuntarily (and loudly) moaning, even as I struggled not to cum. After a good ten minutes of intense rimming, he stopped, retrieved a bottle of poppers from his pocket, saying "Take a couple of deep hits." As I complied, he spit-lubed his cock, also spreading spit onto my hole. My head was spinning from the poppers as I felt his cock head rub against my hole. "Take another hit of poppers," he insisted. Again I complied, and just as I finished screwing on the lid, he pushed the full length of his cock in my ass, and, without pause, began churning his dick in my ass. I could actually feel his balls hit my cheeks. The initial pain was intense but quickly turned to pleasure. He suddenly pulled all the way out, dropped to his knees, and rimmed me again, and again, after a minute or so, he stood and again shoved his cock into my hole. Then he began hard-fucking me. Five minutes of ferocious ramming ensued, followed by a lengthy pause when he held still, his cock lodged deep in my ass. I could tell his cock was throbbing, but I wasn't quite sure, and asked "Did you cum?" "Not yet," he replied, as he again handed me the poppers, again recommending "You'd better take some more hits and get ready for a real pounding." I took very deep hits, and no sooner had finished when, true to his word, he slammed all the way in, furiously pounding me for a good ten minutes. He was so forceful it was hard to remain standing. Then he slowed his pace a bit as I heard the bottle of poppers open, and he took a long deep hit, after which he thrust his cock into my hole hard, three or four times, before announcing, "Yes, yes, I'm going breed you!" I could feel his cock pulse in my hole. As he slowly pulled out, he told me to tighten my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he bent over and ordered me to rim him. His muscular ass was smooth, and his hole was beautifully perfect--like he had never even been fucked before. He told me to stroke my cock as my tongue explored his ass. After only a couple of minutes of probing his amazing ass, I needed to cum. He sensed I was getting close and dropped to his knees, deep throating my cock. The cum burst out of my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my entire load. I assumed our play date in the basement restroom was over, but he turned me around and shoved his tongue up my hole. It soon became clear he wanted to eat his load out of my hole. He told me to push out the load. As I pushed, I felt the globs of cum run out, and he licked up every drop. This was seriously one of the hottest scenes I ever experienced. I remember standing there in the restroom, startled, breathless, and amazed at what happened. I also remember that after he had felched all his cum out of my hole, he stood-up, and again slid his still hard cock into my ass. I think we both wincing from the lack of lube, so after he took another hit, he pushed the poppers under my nose, and as my hole relaxed, he fucked me again, this time, however, somewhat more slowly, sliding gently all the way out and pushing back in until I could feel his balls smack my ass. After about five minutes, he pushed his cock all the way and held it there, filling my hole with his second load. We both washed up at the sink, and he gave me a kiss before we departed ways. About a week later he emailed me and said we should meet at his apartment. He wanted me to fuck him this time, but he had one request: his front door would be unlocked, I would let myself in, and I would find him in position on his bed, blindfolded. He also asked that I be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't know I had even entered. When I arrived at his place, I removed my shoes and clothing at the foot of the private staircase that gave entrance to his apartment, and then very, very quietly climbed the staircase where I found him completely naked on the bed with his beautiful ass presented for my pleasure. I licked his hole, my tongue exploring his entire butt. He shuddered, clearly not expecting my sudden presence in the room. He took a hit of poppers and his hole immediately relaxed, allowing my tongue deeper entrance. I could taste another load of warm cum, which let me know had been recently fucked. Still his hole was so tight there wasn't any other apparent evidence another cock has just been in his ass, so I asked "How recently were you fucked?" Unprepared for my question, he replied "I took three loads in the past two hours." I positioned my tongue over his hole and told him to push out the loads. On the initial push a huge glob of cum hit my tongue, which I did not hesitate to swallow. Then I felt several more streams of cum on my tongue. I spit that cum on my hand and lubed up my cock. Knowing he was about to get fucked, he took a few hits of poppers. With one push, my entire cock slid up his hole. He let out a loud whimper and begged me to fuck him. I fucked him hard for ten minutes, repeatedly pulling my cock all the way out, pausing, and shoving it back in to the hilt. The final time I pulled out I told him to take a good long hit of poppers. As he did, I shoved two fingers up his tight hole and slid my cock in at the same time. He yelped in pain so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock." I put my hand over his mouth and rammed my cock even harder. Then I pulled my hand away and demanded he beg for my cum. He did as he was told. "Please, please cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." After a few minutes of his begging, I couldn't hold back: that handsome young slut got my load deep in his ass, the fourth load he had taken that day. This scenario was repeated every week for about three months, but then his e-mails abruptly stopped, and he didn't respond to my messages for months. When he finally did respond, it was to explain he had moved to another city for a job and had not had time to hook up with anyone. To this day I can remember his beautiful muscular ass and the awesome taste of the multiple loads of cums I ate from his ass.

Part 4: Unexpected Visit Calvin groaned as his eyes reluctantly opened and looked at the alarm clock. 7AM. Who in the fuck was knocking on his door at 7AM? No. Not knocking. Pounding. He disentangled himself from Tommy’s arms. They had bumped into each other in the hall while Tommy was visiting his sister. Calvin had practically dragged Tommy to his apartment. Not that Tommy was reluctant… he had fucked Calvin for half the night. He had commented about how Calvin’s ass wasn’t quite as tight any more. But that probably was to be expected. In the week since Kirk had shown him the hookup sites, he had hooked up with at least 2 to 3 guys a day. Some had been college students or other guys his age but others had been older. He was sure one guy was iat least well into his 50’s … but he hadn’t thought to ask. He was distracted by the big cock the guy was packing. Calvin slipped on some underwear and rushed to the door. “I’m coming. Fuck. Hold your horses.” He yelled. He opened the door and his father pushed past him into the apartment. Calvin was so startled he didn’t even shut the door. Richard Watts, as always, radiated control. Calvin had always been in awe of his father for that. The way his father could walk into any situation and just assert himself and others would defer to him. “I hope that is not the same mouth you eat with.” His father scowled as his eyes surveyed the apartment. “Is that kind of language that you are learning now that you are away from home? From what the dean is telling me, you haven’t been to classes in a week… so you certainly aren’t learning anything there.” For a moment, Calvin said nothing. He felt old emotions raising up: Shame and fear. Shame that he had failed his father and afraid that his father would discover Tommy laying in his bed. He started to stammer out an apology. But then… … something snapped. Shame and fear gave way… to anger. “Fuck you.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. “I beg your pardon? What did you say to me?” Calvin took a deep breath. When he continued, his voice was calm. “I said: Fuck you. Fuck you and your attitude. I’ve put up with your bullshit for my entire life. Well, I don’t live under your roof no more so I’m not gonna put up with it now. Its 7 fucking o’clock in the god damn morning and you are pounding on my door like a lunatic.” “How dare you speak to me that way? I am your father and I here because I’m worried about you. And I’m paying for this apartment… so, yes, you are still living under my roof. And, since we have established that, you can tell me why haven’t you been going to your classes?” “I’m not going because I don’t feel like it, ok? I can’t understand what they are talking about and it just makes me feel stupid.” The sound of someone clearing their throat made them both turn to the bedroom doorway. Tommy was slipping his jeans on as he walked into the room. “I… um… guess I should be going. That was fun last night… but your alarm clock is hell.” He gave Calvin a pat on the ass as he walked by and muttered something about ‘drama’. Richard’s eyes were wide. He watched the slim young man leave the apartment before turning slowly back to his son. “Tell me that wasn’t what it looked like.” “What did it look like?” Calvin tried to laugh… but it caught in his throat. If his father’s anger was red hot before, it was cold as ice now. “Tell me that my son is not a god-forsaken faggot.” “I’m gay if that’s what you mean.” “Then you are dead to me.” His father’s face was hard as steel and there was no emotion in his voice. “You are dead to me and I never want to see you again as long as I live. And you will never get another cent from me.” Richard Watts turned and walked out, brushing past the neighbours who had come out of their own apartments to see what all the noise was about. Calvin’s own anger, which had seemed so righteous moments before, was nothing but ash now. He sank to the floor. What had he done? Why had he said any of that to his father? He hadn’t thought it through. Just reacted. A tear slid down his cheek. He was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. And definitely not in a good way.

Been so fucking horny today so was looking around bbrts and CL while at work. Hit a guy up on CL and headed to his hotel room just off times square at 1.15pm. No foreplay, no talking, just dropped my pants and he worked his way in dry and about 10 mins later he shot his load in me. Just before he pulled out he whispered in my ear "i hope u enjoy those toxic babes in you". I zipped up and went back to work a happy slut ;-)

Stopped in to see my FB/chaser. He has the ff much worse than I did....and it seems to be unrelenting. I think the reality of him being knocked up is fucking with his head a bit. But, he seemed happy to take my two day build up of POZ cum without hesitation.

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In Berlin for the next few weeks. I love how sleazy the fuckers are here - Breeding Barelin Bastards. Nobody has heard of a condom. Great FFun in Schöneberg last night - bars, clubs and bedrooms all in staggering distance. After a few hours sleep, getting ready to do it all again - next stop Monday morning! Can't wait to breed those pre-lubed fuckholes and add my strain to their sticky collection.

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

I fully intended to stop barebacking and not take loads up my ass and I saved my fantasies of taking poz cum in my ass for jerking off. I posted ads on Craigslist and got the usual ratio of about 8 losers to 1 keeper. Finally a guy who sounded really hot came over: black, tall, built, 9 inches and uncut. Like most queers I adore big black uncut cock. A total top he said; I was going to be his bitch for the evening. I was really excited, I hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months and needed it bad, so I said I'd love to be your bitch gurl. "Do you mind if I turn a couple of video cameras on and record you fucking me?" "Go ahead, just give me a copy. One thing I should tell you, I'm poz. I'll been a little erratic with my meds, so my viral load is kind of high." Shit. I'd forgotten to ask him his status online. I didn't play with poz guys, fantasies notwithstanding. But, I was so fucking horny, and he was hot and he was here. "Well, ok, but use a condom to fuck me; I'll suck you raw, but I won't eat your load." "That's fine" He took me in his arms and kissed me deep, I was oozing precum and my asshole was lubing up, getting ready for his cock. "Take my cock out and suck it you hot bitch. Call me Daddy.". "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his soft cock out. It was lovely, pitch black with a long foreskin extending well beyond the head. I took the skin in both hands, pried it apart and began licking the head and inside of the skin. He was flowing precum, I was in heaven lapping up his juice; then I remembered, I was eating poz precum. I was getting virus in my mouth. My stomach flipped over, I was scared but my dick was hard as a rock and my hole was sloppy, ready for anything. I sucked him till he was rock hard, which didn't take long. He was indeed 9 inches, but he'd neglected to mention how thick he was; thick as a beer can. I'd gotten pounded by a couple of nine inchers, but none as thick. This was going to be a fuck to remember. His balls were huge and hung low, I dove down and started licking and sucking on them. I could barely get one at a time in my mouth. He moaned, pulled me up to his face and kissed me. "Let's get into bed." I whimpered. I really wanted that big black prick in my pussy. "Get a rubber and put it on" I always kept a selection of condoms and lube by the bed. I dug through the pile and got the biggest one. Holding the thick shaft in my hand I licked and mouthed the head, lubing it for the rubber. My hands wouldn't go completely around his cock, and I have big hands with long fingers. He'd opened the condom package and handed the rubber to me. I positioned it over the head and slid it down over the head and the shaft with my mouth. Except I didn't, it wouldn't fit. I was trembling with need for for his cock, struggling with the rubber. I struggled with the slippery condom and the hard cock oozing precum for what seemd like an eternity, But I just couldn't do it; his cock was too big and the rubber too small Finally he growled, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off his cock. He picked up the rubber and threw it across the room. "Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you faggot bitch!" I turned away and tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but his two big hands grabbed me and pulled me to the center of the bed. He pinned me face down, climbed on top and kicked my legs apart. "No, don't. I don't want to get pozzed!" " Take a deep breath bitch, you're going to get fucked now!" I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. He rubbed it around, drooling virus laden precum on my hole and rubbing it in. I was terrified, moaning and crying, tears pouring down. I was getting pozzed. "Please use lube, please!" "Fuck you, you little whore; you're getting it now!" He shoved his huge prick deep into my asshole with one stroke. I screamed, I could feel my ass tear. I'd never felt so much pain. I struggled, but didn't have a chance. Like most men that liked cock I'd fantasized about getting raped, about how hot it would be. Now I really was getting raped. It wasn't fun at all. The pain was incredible. I had no control over the situation, he could use me however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, he could kill me. My dick was hard as it had ever been, I was terrified, about to throw up from fear. I shot a load into the bed. He felt me twitch and ran his hand under my cock. It was smeared with my cum. He laughed, "How's it feel having your darkest fantasies come true, boy? You're getting raped by a big, coal black nigger and you love it. You're getting pozzed and you love it." He smeared his hand across my mouth, "Eat your cum, you little queer. I'm going to make all your deepest desires come true tonight." I eagerly licked my cum off his hand, sobbing, tears flowing. And my ass hurt. God, did it hurt. My cock was still hard. His cock started stroking in and out, lubed by precum, and no doubt, my blood. He pulled all the way out. My asshole ached and stung, the pain was intense. I wanted his prick back in my hole and pushed my butt up trying the capture what I wanted. He laughed. "Want more, bitch? Don't worry, you're going to get it. But first, lick my dick clean." He rolled me over on my back and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was smeared with precum and streaks of blood. He shoved my head down on it, I licked, tasting precum, assjuice and blood. It was wonderful. I whimpered, but from pleasure this time. I loved worshipping my daddy's dick. He chuckled. "Looks like I've got a brand new convert. A faggot whore for poz nigger cock. Your ass is torn up, my babies are already in your blood. You're just another infected dicksucker now. But I'm still going to fill you with poison seed, make sure I do the job. What do you say to that, faggot?" "Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cock and your gift. Please fuck me, please?" I wasn't pretending, I was in pain, but I really was glad. I was on the road to where I wanted to be. I no longer had to worry about getting infected. It was done. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're Daddy's little whore now, aren't you? You'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Yes Daddy, I'm yours now. I want to please you." And I did, this man owned me now, I had his babies, his dna, in my blood. And I really wanted that lovely prick in my pussy again. "You took your fucking like good little whore, I'm going to reward you" He reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lube and smeared it over his cock. "I don't care how much I tore you up; I'm lubing you so it feels better for me. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not; you're just my punk ass faggot bitch. Stick your ass in the air, queer." I did and Daddy stuck the bottle's nozzle in my pussyhole. He squeezed and I felt a cold invasion flow into me. I whimpered, I wanted Daddy's hot cock in me. "On your back, bitch." I rolled over, Daddy grabbed my legs, pulled them apart, put my heels on his shoulders, nuzzled his cock against my hole and slid in. He bottomed out and held it, put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue slid past my lips and raped my mouth, like his cock raped my asshole. I played with my owner's tongue with mine, loving it that Daddy liked kissing me. My Daddy rode me long and hard, his wonderful prick stretching my hole, getting it accustomed to being used for his pleasure. I loved it, I'd never been fucked like that. He kissed me again and I shot a load all over my belly and chest. Daddy laughed, licked it up and kissed me, pushing my cum in my mouth. Then he picked up the pace and banged me hard for 10 or 15 minutes, finally shoving his prick deeper that it'd ever been and groaned. A warm flood filled my pussy as Daddy's cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of poison jizz into my guts. "Pozzing your cunt, bitch!" He humped his cock into me 4 or 5 times really hard, tearing my pussy more, I screamed with pain. Daddy collapsed on me, kissed me again and looked into my eyes. I was moaning and whimpering with pain and pleasure. "Welcome to the club, you poz fuckhole." I kissed Daddy back, "Thank you Daddy". Daddy slid his cock out of me and held it in front of my face. It was lovely, softening slightly, dripping cum heavily streaked with my blood. I eagerly raised my head and took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It was even better than the first time he had me clean him; his cum delicious, especially spiced with my pussy juice and the coppery taste of my blood. "Don't let anybody use your pussy till you get the fuck flu and test positive. I want you infected with my babies first." "Daddy, I don't want any cock but yours. I hope I please you and that you will fuck me anytime you want" Three weeks later I was down with the flu for 10 days. I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the toilet. Daddy took pity on me and had his girls drop by and bring me food and gatorade. When I got better I went to the clinic and got tested. It worked; I was poz!

I love nothing more than getting str8, married dudes off. I've learned at the Adult Sex Shops here in Vegas that the best times for str8 dick is sometimes early in the morning, when guys will make a quick stop at the ABS booths for a super quick bj on their way to work. But, mostly I try to be at the ABS's during the noontime lunch breaks. And from about 3:30p-5:30p when guys are on their way back home, after work, to the wife and kids. I hit up one of my favorite ABS's here in Vegas this afternoon about 4pm and I definitely hit the jackpot today. I stopped at Peepland and the parking lot was full. So, I knew I was in for a treat. Sure enough, half of the dozen booths had their little red lights on. I tried the door knobs of the occupied booths. Most were locked. But I found one unlocked. I stepped inside and found a rather plain looking guy sitting on the chair, his hard cock in his hand, jacking off to str8 porn. He didn't even look up at me, which for a str8 guy, is an invitation to come in. As his eyes stayed glued to the porn on the large screen, I locked the door behind me, took off my glasses and put them in my pocket and knelt down in front of him, between his legs. He never even looked at me as I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked on his cock as I fondled his balls. He cock stiffened even more as I serviced him. About 5 or 6 minutes of steady cocksucking brought me the first load of the afternoon. He quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth. Stood and zipped up and was out of the booth before I could wipe his overflow cum from my goatee. I grabbed a paper town from the dispenser and wiped off as I headed out to check the doorknobs again. I quickly found another unlocked door. As I stepped in, I found a very, very tall, slender black guy sitting in the booth. His sweatpants were down around his ankles and a 9" slender bbc was in his hands. He was watching a str8 porn with a white chick taking a bbc in her ass. He gave me a quick glance as I stepped into the booth and locked the door. But didn't pay much attention to me as I knelt between his long legs and began to worship the huge piece of meat he had standing straight up from his crotch. I took as much as I could of his beautiful cock into my mouth. But it didn't feel like I was getting much in there. But, I did all I could to give him the best bj that I could provide. I would take occasional breaks to suck on his balls. He loved that. I don't like to use my hands very much when I'm sucking dick. But since his dick was so long and I couldn't get it as far down my throat as I would have liked, I did stroke his cock as an extension of my lips. He seemed to be enjoying it. Soon, I was sucking on both his big, heavy balls and he began to stroke his own cock. He seemed to really be enjoying my attention to his balls. Soon, I could hear the familiar sounds that signaled that he was getting close to coming. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead just as his hot ejaculate filled my mouth. I swallowed as much of it as I could. I got up, again wiped my mouth and left his booth, as he cleaned off his cock. There are two booths at the far end that have a large glory hole cut out between them. They charge $5 for those booths. And truthfully, they don't get much action. But I could see that one of the booth doors was closed and the red light was on above it. So, I stuck my head into the adjoining booth and looked through the g/h. An rough looking, scruffy guy in his mid 50's, with a white/gray overgrown beard and mustache, very scruffy looking, with a sun and wind weathered face, had his zipper open and was stroking a hard 6" cut cock. Ahhh....He had to be the owner of the Harley Davidson that was parked out front. I stepped into the adjoining booth, locked the door and slipped a $5 bill into the machine. I did the "finger thing" at the g/h. He noticed, but didn't respond. SHIT! Had I wasted five bucks? But, I kept glancing back through the g/h. He continued to stroke his cock. Finally, I thought, "fuck it". I'm just going to put my face up to the hole. I did, and he soon stood and put his cock to my lips. I quickly engulfed his hardon and began to suck. He would only put just his cockhead through far enough for me to suck on it. I couldn't take his full cock into my mouth. It was frustrating, but I realized that was all he was going to feed me. So, it ended up that he stroked his cock as I did the best to suck on his cockhead. Finally, when I could feel his cockhead swelling and getting even harder, I knew he was getting ready to blow. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cockhead as he shot a rather large load into my mouth. His load just seemed to cum and cum and cum and cum. I swallowed every drop, then as I licked his piss slit, he pulled his cock back into his jeans, zipped and left the booth. I still had a couple of bucks credit on my machine, so I just sat back and relaxed for a few minutes till the time ran out. Now, I was back into the hallway to find more dick. I saw an older guy leaving one of the booths. The red light above the door was still illuminated. I stepped into that booth and found a very attractive guy in his mid '40's with a rock hard 6.5" cock in his hands, stroking to the str8 porn on the screen. I locked the door and once again assumed my position on my knees, between his legs. He let out a sigh as my lips wrapped around his cock. It was still wet from the saliva from the older guy that had just left his booth. His cock was just the perfect length and width for me to be able to completely deepthroat. I did some of my best cocksuckin of the afternoon on his cock. I would continually change speeds, angles, depths. I wanted this str8 guy to have the best damn blow job he had had. I wanted to not only shame the cocksucking skills of his wife, but of the guy that had just left his booth. I think I did a pretty, damn good job on it. About 5 minutes of cocksucking found him filling my mouth with his sweet load. As I was getting up and wiping my mouth of his cum, I got the first really good look at his face. DAMN! He was one handsome, masculine fucker! I had been so focused on his beautiful cock, that I had completely missed how handsome he was. He was very, very masculine. His strong chin was covered in a heavy day's growth of stubble. And he had beautiful blue eyes. He gave me a nice smile and said, "Thanks! That was awesome". "Anytime", I said as I smiled at him while cleaning off my goatee of some of his cum. I left his booth in search of more dick. I spent about 15 minutes of either being turned down or finding locked doors. I guess I needed to give my knees a break, anyway. But I was getting frustrated. I was considering calling it a day and heading home, when I made another swing down the hall of booths. The gorgeous guy I had just blown was still in his booth. I stepped in and what would you know??? He was hard as a rock again. And stroking his dick. He smiled at me and asked, "You want another go at it?" "Fuck, yeah!" I locked the door and assumed my position between his legs. This time, he undid his belt and pants. He pulled his pants to the floor, pulled off his shoes and pulled his pants completely off. Giving me full access to his cock AND balls. I sucked for a few moments, then went to work on his beautiful, low hanging balls. BINGO! He was loving it. He was moaning in approval as I sucked first one, then the other of his giant orbs into my mouth. Then I licked under his balls. Oh, boy! He was loving that. The moaning was getting louder. My tongue continued lower and he lifted his knees to his now bare, hairy chest. He had a gorgeous, thin, muscular, very hairy body. I let my tongue slip down until I found his puckered rosebud. He let out a loud gasp as my tongue flicked across it. I spread his ass and slipped my tongue up into him. I was in heaven. Nothing makes me happier, than making a str8, married guy moan, groan and squirm in pleasure. Soon he had both his hands on his ass cheeks, spreading them for me, to allow my tongue to go deeper in him. Then he swung his leg over my head and pulled himself up from the chair. He quickly turned and bent over the chair. His ass was in my face. I spread his asscheeks and dove my tongue back into his hole. I ate him out, kissed his hole and made love to it for about 5 minutes. I may be an OK, even a pretty damn good cocksucker at times. But one thing that I KNOW I excel at, is eating a hot ass. When it's a tight, clean hole like his, I can't get myself deeply enough inside it. I licked, kissed, slid my tongue deep inside till I could taste and feel the soft, pink insides of his hole. I truly made love to his beautiful ass. Soon, he stood up, turned around and slipped his rock hard cock back into my mouth. He held my face and facefucked me as hard as he could. I was taking his cock as far back in my throat as I was able. Soon he was groaning as he filled me with another of his sweet loads. Fuck! This guy is one horny fucker. As we both put ourselves back together, I asked, "Do you come here often?" "Unfortunately, I don't have the opportunity, very often", he said. "Well, I hope to run into you again. You're fun!" "Anytime, bud", he said. As I left his booth, left the store and headed back home. Completely satisfied with some of the funnest cocksucking I've had in a long time.

... if and when it actually happens. Thoughts?

I love all the threads in the cocksucking section. I'm a total top and been barebacking recently. What gets me ready to fuck really hard is a long session of ass-eating and getting sucked, then ram it in. I love to fuck raw and take a break to eat the hole and fill it with saliva for some more pounding; that makes me crazy horny and well, when I take a break, pull my dick out to get sucked that's heaven. I can keep on going until I shoot liters of milk in that ass. OK when all of this happens I'm talking about a -clean- bottom who I can fuck raw and then eat his ass and I imagine the bottom likes a shit-free dick when sucking off. Would love to read more top stories. I really enjoy reading all you nasty fuckers' stories but I'd like more TOP stuff discussed and told. Love.

I was feeling extra horny today and working from home. I fired up the gaydar.co.uk website to see if anything interesting happening, but intending to continue working. I soon got a chat message pop up from a local top boy. Aged 28 and between jobs, his was called Steve. His profile said slim 6ft 2in tall and large cut cock and only safe sex. I didn’t think much would happen with my age in the mid 50’s and a bit of a bear build, but chatted for a while. In the convo I told him I sometimes used GBL to relax during sex. He asked what it was so I told him. He was curious to try it, but was worried about the date rape reputation. I suggested if he wanted to try using the G in a safe place, why not pay me a visit? To my surprise he said yes. I gave him my address and arranged to meet an hour later, giving myself time to prepare. When he arrived his body and good looks exceeded my expectations. He was not slow in making out with me as soon as I closed the front door. We were in the bedroom stripping off clothes within twenty seconds and soon laying naked on the bed kissing deeply. His cock was gorgeous and a good thick eight inches. We snogged and 69’d for a while before I reminded him about the GBL. I’d made up a 2ml dose in a glass of water. It stood by the bedside. “Al I’m really nervous about this stuff. Do you mind taking it and showing me how it works on you?” “Yeh that’s fine by me Steve. If you like what you see I can set you up with a fresh dose. It takes about 15 minutes to kick in.” I quickly swallowed the G tainted water and returned to the bed with him. As we made out for a while longer I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on his shoulder. “Steve, are you poz?” “Yeh, is that a problem? I’m into safe except with my boyfriend. Are you poz?” “Nah I’m neg, if we fuck wear a rubber ok?” “No problem.” “We made out some more exchanging blow jobs and generally both getting more excited. Soon Steve was fingering my ass. I reached over to the bedside table, retrieved the lube and passed it to him. Pretty soon he was fingering me deeply and working the lube deep into me. I was getting well relaxed under the influence of the G. Soon his knob was pressing against my ring as he spooned against my back in the comfort of the sheets. I was pushing back against it. He suddenly moved away. “Hang on Al, I’ll just get rubbered up.” The unmistakable sound of the packet being torn open and a condom rolling down his shaft followed. “Steve, Don’t hang around, just fuck me.” He spooned into my back and gently eased his cock into me. It felt fantastic. He started to tenderly fuck me as I drifted off to sleep under the influence of the G. When I awoke Steve had gone and his side of the bed was cold. I reached down and felt my ass pucker. It was wet and slippery. I smelled my fingers. It was cum. As I sat up in the bed more cum oozed out from me. Looking around the floor I saw an unrolled, but unused condom laying on the floor.

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

Kyle is a hot young twink, who has a boyfriend. He and his boyfriend have been together for many years and are generally happy together. However, one day they we fighting. Kyle had been staying with his boyfriend, but decided he was going to go back to his apartment to cool off. This is the decision that changed everything for Kyle. This is what happened once Kyle got back to his apartment. Kyle got back to his apartment early in the morning, around 8 AM. Kyle was a very horny guy all the time, so even in times of high emotion he wanted sex. Kyle's roommate was not home when he got there, so he decided to log onto Grindr and see who might be interested in a hookup. Being so early in the morning, there were not a terribly large amount of guys online, and many of those who were online were not looking and just passing their time at work scrolling through the boys. Kyle did see a guy online who was usually relatively close to him that he had long though was extraordinarily sexy. He had tattoos that Kyle especially liked, and an amazing body. Kyle had not messaged his Adonis on Grindr before though, because he had these 3 letters on his profile: "PNP". Kyle knew that his boyfriend was not a fan of that activity so he elected previously not to engage in such activities. Today though was different. Kyle was horny, there were limited options, and he currently didn't give a flying fuck about his boyfriend. He made his decision, before he realized it, there was a chat bubble from him to Star Tattoo boy that said "Hey, What's up?". He didn't really expect a response, because really, who that is that pretty on Grindr is real, or not stuck up as fuck. To his surprise just a moment later, his phone buzzed. Kyle opened Grindr and saw a message from Star Tat boy: "Sup, lookin to pnp?" HOLY FUCK, Kyle couldn't believe it. He immediately responded: "FUCK YES, anything to get naked with you." Start Tat guy responded quickly informing that he had favors, but couldn't host or drive. Kyle happily offered to go pick up him up. Matt introduces himself, and asks the typical Grindr questions: Top or Bottom, Poz or Neg, Into?, & are you free now. Kyle said he was a versatile top, neg, openminded, and free immediately. Matt was happy to hear these things. He asked for a few pictures, and sent some himself. The fist picture was of his 7"x6" monster cock, to which he captioned "TOP Only". Kyle, though usually a top was perfectly fine with this, as he enjoyed bottoming for cocks bigger than his own 7"x5" cock. They both liked each other's pictures, so it was ON. Matt asked Kyle if he had any pipes or lighters. Kyle was hesitant to answer, because he knew that some party guys didn't want to have the responsibility of partying with a first-timer. He finally told Matt that he had never partied before, but really really wanted to try, and try it with him. Matt did not see this as an issue. He just wanted to make sure that Kyle had the entire day to himself, and that they would have privacy. Kyle assured him he had all day, and that he was home alone with a locking bedroom door, just in case his roomie came back. Matt told Kyle that he only fucked BB, no exceptions. This stoked Kyle, as he greatly preferred BB sex and only used condoms with hookups to appease his boyfriend. So with that Matt sent his address. Kyle put it into GPS, it was close, only about 15 minutes away. Once Kyle arrived at Matt's place, Matt was down and getting into his car in short order. Kyle had to stop and gaze at Matts perfect body for just a moment before he thew the car back in gear and headed back to his place. They guys made small talk, and discussed a little bit what partying for the first time was going to be like, getting Kyle very hard in the drivers seat. In almost no time they were back and up in Kyle's room. Matt wanted to start things off slow, which temporarily disappointed Kyle, but right after that Matt simply explained he wanted to get naked, get comfortable with each other, and maybe watch some porn before they started to party. Kyle's disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as he started to get undressed, carefully watching Matt do the same. Matt's cock flopped out of the cute square cut trunks he was wearing, and Kyle knew he had to have that in his mouth so he dropped to his knees and started slowly licking the still soft, but girthy cock. Matt moaned for a minute and then went for the bed. Kyle took this opportunity to put some porn up on the TV, ensuring it was bareback porn. The two guys laid together kissing, caressing, & and enjoying each other's bodies. Once Matt felt comfortable he pulled away and suggested that they get out the pipe, load it up and take a few hits. This was the moment Kyle had been waiting for, his first chance to try PNP, and on top of that try it with a sexy guy like Matt. Matt showed himself to be truly skilled with a pipe. He got it loaded and struck up the lighter. He explained that he had to melt down the crystals, then once they were in a puddle, he would let them cool down. Kyle watched curiously as Matt once again started to heat the bottom of the bowl, slowly rolling it back and forth until a thick white smoke started to form. He held his lips close to the pipe without touching it and began to inhale deeply and slowly. He then started to slowly exhale a large cloud of smoke that never seemed to end. He repeated this process two more times, and offered Kyle his first hit. He coached him to slowly inhale, and hold it in for just a moment before exhaling so the smoke didn't re-crystalize in his lungs. Matt held the end of the pipe near Kyle lips and began to rock the bowl again, once the wispy curls of smoke began to form, he instructed Kyle to begin inhaling. Kyle exhaled a could almost as big as he had just seen Matt do a moment ago. He nearly immediately started to feel different. The feeling started radiating through his entire body. He felt wonderful. Matt helped hm with 2 more hits, took another himself and asked Kyle how he felt. Kyle felt wonderful, like he had never felt before, and like he couldn't resist touching Matt's body all over. ....Do you want more?

So this is it. I've admitted to myself that I am a bareback cheater. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I need more sex then he can give me. And I'm getting it. It all started about four years ago when I downloaded Grindr and other apps looking for random hook ups. I met a few guys on one or another of those sites and all of the guys fucked me safe and I enjoyed it. Then I met another guy who has the biggest cock I've ever had. We were fucking for about two years behind my partner's back. It was amazing. After creating a dirty twitter account and joining BBRT and even going to saunas I decided that I wanted this guy's raw cock in my ass. The first time I took it raw from him I had him come to my home, where he fucked me in the bed I share with my partner. Just before he blew, he asked "Are you sure you want my cum deep in your hole?" Yeah, I did. For another two years or so he was my regular fuck buddy and I always took his load raw deep in my hole, but sadly, he broke the news that he was moving to Scotland. So of course we hooked up one last time. He fucked me like mad. Then, even though he was a professed 'Total Top', he announced he wanted my load in his ass. So I wanked my cock, and just before I blew, I slid my cock into his extremely tight hole, flooding him with my load. When I pulled my cock out there was a trace of blood but nothing to worry about. Sadly he's gone now and I don't have a regular fuck buddy, but there is a guy I get together with on average about once every six months, and I let him breed me. He doesn't know I'm married and he breeds me where ever we are: public toilets, his house, fields and once even in the changing room for a public swimming pool. But for now I just enjoy taking loads from guys, although I hope my partner doesn't find out. He knows I have a dirty twitter account but has never said anything to me. Still, I know were I was single I'd be taking every raw cock offered to me.

He does have a hot hole -and he's cute, too. I've seen a bunch of his videos, though often using different names. Aaron James, James Aaron, AJ Rider. He's a really sexy cock, fist, and cum hungry pig. And I love the look of a tattoo around the hole, but agree with other comments -healing might be a worrying issue.

I guess Calvin will need to figure out some way to make some money.

Ash stumbles on the last step going down. Sebastian catches him. He's in Sebastian's arms now in more ways than one. They go through a wide, dark tunnel. Slings on both side. The slings are full of men getting fucked and fisted. It's hard to focus on any single couple. Some slings have multiple men surrounding them, some men get sucked, some fisted and groped. It's hard to tell where one couple begins and the next quartet ends. One thin Filipino man is hyperactively climbing all over a portly middle aged man like a spider monkey, fucking him at times, fisting him, sometimes fisting and fucking at the same time. An older man sits on a stool toward the end of the corridor and methodically punchfucks a very young man. There isn't passion passing between them, just a steady rhythm of fist after fist. Periodically, and asymmetric to the punching, the younger man wales out a mournful yowl, half regret, half acceptance and desire. The grease is turning from pink to red. The old man asks if he should stop. The young man says harder. Sebastian leads Ash into the main area. The Assemblyman is right. Slings, fuck benches and St. Andres crosses line the walls filled with willing performers. Sex surrounds the dance floor. Lights of blue and green switch back and forth with red and yellow. The scotch and pill already has an impact on Ash. The colors are more vibrant than ordinary disco lights. They have a sheen on the edges. He can stare into them without going blind. He and Sebastian take to the dance floor, but instead of dancing, Sebastian stand on the sidelines. Ash waits on the shore of the sea of men. He undulates, encouraging Sebastian to join him. He rocks his pelvis, strokes his arms in front of him like he's churning butter, circles an arm above his head, movements that have, in the past, enticed men and women to him. Sebastian stands unmoved, squinting, watching, waiting. The dance floor absorbs Ash. Many men are naked. They rub their bodies against Ash, encourage him to gyrate to them. He is sandwiched by a couple, one auburn haired, one jet black. They writhe and grease Ash with their sweat. Ash is rippling between the two men's bodies. Then the tide passes him through deeper into the crowd. At one point, inside the heavy electronic beat, his body is passed into the air. Hands feel his torso, his crotch, his face, swirling around, point this direction then that, turned so that anonymous men can feel every inch of him. He feels a boot pulling off. He says hey to the ceiling amused. Another boot, socks comes off. He sees he's not the only body floating above the crowd. He reaches out to one but is being floated the other direction. He's turned over and someone is at his zipper pulling it down. His pants inch down and expose him. They're off and the men below now stroke and pamper him. He's loving it. Another body in the air right beside him floating naked too above the crowd. He extends a hand as does the other, and they feel their arms locked together, seeking mooring, but pulled apart, each carried on a tide that billows them together, then parts them to separate ends of the dance floor. Hands and fingers probe his ass, lube him, caress him. Clenched fists grope his cock. His flesh is licked, tits sucked, balls fondled, all the while the flares of green and blue to yellow and red wash over him and the hands beneath. His body is passed down to an empty sling in the opposite corner from where he came in. And who is there waiting by its side, naked, erect? Sebastian is there. Of course he is. Maybe he orchestrated it, spellbound the audience and encouraged them to deliver Ash to him. Settling in the sling, Ash reaches up to touch Sebastian's skin. It is rippled, sculpted in a way a man should be sculpted. Every edge is firm, every curve and angle hairless. He feels the ripples of Sebastian's stomach, sculpted like an artist would sculpt a man, like Michelangelo would. They move their hands slowly over each other's body. The surrounding crowd shrouds them, gives them their world, leaves a private sphere around Ash and Sebastian—though every move they make is watched. Sebastian leans down to speaks to Ash. His face so close, yelling to be heard over the electronic beat, Ash can feel his spittle. "You are so white, so wanting to be corrupted." Sebastian examines Ash's cock, squeezing his shaft to get him hard. He snarls, "You corrupt me with your wanting." "Corrupt me," pleads Ash, slipping his cock up and down in Sebastian's calloused paw. "I'm all imperfections, it just doesn't show." Their tongues come together enticing more passion, rich in possibilities. Sebastian leads Ash deeper into the maze of passion. He stands naked before Ash, his body smooth except for the eagle's wings of dark hair above his long, succulent cock. The hairs are perfectly straight, look soft. Ash brushes the eagle wings ready to take flight. He brushes one side to the left, the mirrored side to the right He takes the beautifully sculpted crown into his mouth and excites the cock, first on the head, then draws down the shaft until its disappears down his throat. The soft hair brush against his lips. His groin smells of man. It tastes of man. Ash's arm is being squeezed and lightly touched. Sebastian ties off his arm at the bicep. Ash is spiked and then, before he knows what happening, there is a chemical being flooded into his body. *** You feel an orgasm coming. It takes over you body, the enormous rush of eroticism climaxes. But this particular climax stays in your body. Peaks like a high tide but does not recede. It keep you peaking on a wave of euphoric buoyancy. It does not stop. Wave after wave of orgasmic ebullience you ride like the unending surf, the longest wave stretching out before you, no end in sight. You leap in the air, taking off, spinning off the lip of the half-pipe, spinning past a 540, a 720. You flip, you curl. You're running along the beach, you jump a puddle, your soar never touches the ground until you decide to touch ground. You glide, you fly; gravity is a word made up by Newton but has nothing to do with you. Newton is dead and you are alive more than you've ever been. You are above the law of nature. You fly and soar above the clouds, above rules of nature herself. You are Zeus that commands all things. You fly and soar, straddle between heaven and earth. You ride an orgasm, ten times, a hundred times, more powerful than you've ever felt, like the waves you ride in Africa, a wave that takes you past several countries, continents, there are no borders here, there are only rich colors, blue-greens of earth that you stare into. The colors become you: It extends past watching, past anything you've ever known. The rush of heroin is ten times more than words, opens you to meaninglessness, words only hold you down. You body is indebted to Sebastian who owns you, who freed you from your body. He is out there somewhere in the blue-green, now red-yellow. Has pushed you through mirror. You are on the other side, looking at him through a barrier of glass. How can he not be you? You have tripped, tweaked, but never have you soared in flight like this. You never want to experience anything but this again. You will take anything, do anything, sacrifice anything to sustain this elevation, this mountain peak. Stars and comets surround you. You'll kill, maim, sell your soul to maintain this high. Sebastian watches you, evaluates you. You want him inside you. He takes the meaning as you lift a leg to capture him. You're saying meaningless words, it's the motions, the urgency of getting fucked that make you understood. You take his ass and pull him into you, feel the perfection of his body as it slides where no man has been. Why have you waited this long? Nothing has ever felt as good, no food eaten nor wine drunk has ever satisfied a hunger you now feel. You are gods among men. Men watch envious of the passion you shower onto Sebastian. You show the mortals what a fuck is. You bellow out your passion over a drum beat that makes the men around you pulse, writhe, slither, mimic a tenth of what your feeling. Sebastian is stirring the organs inside you with his mammoth cockhead. Sebastian is the phallus you body prays to and preys on. Your body blazes, every nerve ending fires simultaneously, you feel each strand of pubic hair rub against your ass, you feel Sebastian's heavy balls slapping against you. He's grabbing your cock and guiding you to the same end as his. His skin glistens orange like a devil, now aqua like Neptune. You are underwater drowning in desire for him. You reach up and bring him to you. You merge with him, you become him, sees you as you see you, flawed, imperfect, and still fucks you anyway. Who could desires you as you are? He should destroy you, and he will. You're flooded with his cum as you discharge white lava over his chest. And still the orgasm doesn't end nor does the line of men emerging from the sea of men. Familiar but disconnected from context. A beautiful black man with a bandaged hand missing a finger is next in line, a man holding a horse dildo, a young black man in a harness with a strap that connects to his cockring, an old man with sagging tits holding yet another needle. At that point, with that point, because of that point, you, who you remember, will no longer exist. *** "How are you feeling?" Sebastian asks. They are in a white tiled room, brightly lit. Ash still hears the dull thump of music beyond the door. "You stopped breathing." Mr. X has his back to him taking instruments out of a metal pan, placing them on blue paper. Ash has similar blue paper draped over his body, except for a cutout around his crotch. His right arm has an ivy drip going into a vein. Sebastian wears a surgical gown and has a surgical mask that's held on by one ear. A stethoscope dangles from his neck. Mr. X also wear a surgical gown. Ash tells his body to move but it can't. It's not struggling, it just can't move. He attempts to raise a finger but the impulses that runs out of his brain are severed by something dripping into him. Even his eyes find it hard to move. It takes all his effort to move from Sebastian's face to look at his cock. He see Sebastian holding it with a blue latex glove. Ash doesn't feel it very much, just a warm throb. "We were concerned," he tells Ash, "but I think you are going to pull through magnificently." Ash commands his eyes to look up. He sees he's in an operating theater, men behind the glass watching entranced, sees in the glass himself reflected, laid out on a metal table. Mr. X pulls over a tray with instruments on it. Sebastian takes up a scalpel. Mr. X says muffled behind his mask, "You will mostly not feel this, but we felt it important that you observe. Think of it not as punishment—" "But a chance to be reborn," says Sebastian, pulling up his mask and putting the scalpel to the tip of his penis. "To rise again from the flames, como un fénix—like a phoenix."

Another great chapter NYBBGUY.

Luckily I'm in an open relationship so I can just share blame but I know its me who's brought home at least one STI but we never pass on the blame. In the past when I've cheated I've just gotten lucky and not caught anything but no guarantees with that. All part of the thrill of getting away with it if you cheat I guess.

Friday last was my last load. I'm a crossdresser, fuck slut whore. I went upto my local park dressed in a pink satin pussy bow blouse, black satin pencil skirt, black satin bra, black fullyfashioned seamed stockings, black suspenders no panties with pink 4 inch high heels. I was in a cubicle in the public toilet when a guy came in and was wanking at the urinals, my cubicle door wasn't wide open but I let it open wide, he spotted me and came into the urinal, his cock wasn't that big but looked yummy. He pushed it passed my hot pink lips and I sucked him like the whore I am, moaning softly as he got harder in my mouth. I then stood up and turned around, resting my hands on the back wall, he lifted up my black satin skirt, before I knew it he rammed his hard cock straight up my tight pussyass. I screamed out in shock and pleasure as he started fucking me like a man possessed. I was moaning loudly and pushing back to meet his thrusts. He grabbed hold on my hips tightly as he thrust deeply inside me once more before unloading in my tight, willing pussyass. It was so yummy being filled with hot creamy cum. I know what I want to do with my life now. I want to be a good little bareback, fuck slut whore. I want complete strangers to use me as a cum dump, I want to take any cock. Make me scream and beg for your cum. Love Sarina xxxxsatinxxxx

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I slurped my asshole off of Silver's fingers, and he went to the door. Looked through the peephole, and then opened it. In came three guys and a cute little trans girl dressed like a japanese schoolgirl. Silver shook hands with the tallest guy, then gave the other two the once over. I leaned down to Mr Black, 'I should pull out now,' I said, 'And let these guys get a chance at her before we totally wear her out.' Black looked up at me and grinned, 'You ain't my boy today dude, you're a fellow top. You even supplied a set of holes for us. You don't need to ask permission for shit.' I smiled back, 'Thank's man, wasn't sure how to handle that part. And believe me, next time I bottom for you, I won't get above my station!' I pulled out of my wife's cummy hole, and moved to her face. guiding her mouth onto it, I waited while she blindly cleaned my head, then shaft, and finally balls of her slippery mix of cum, lube, and ass. What a good girl! I leaned down and gave Mr Black a quick kiss. It was weird to be his equal. I walked over and shook hands with the new arrivals. Two well built middle eastern guys, an older black man, and the subby little trans schoolgirl. The girl shyly asked 'May I go and rim your wife, sir?' 'Certainly, there's some cum you can suck out of her ass, as well.' I grabbed her by the hair (real hair, not a wig, this one was committed to her transition) and she moaned as I marched her over and stuffed her face into the big round dripping ass of my wife. Mr Black was still grinding that cock into her as well. It had been nearly a straight 30 minutes of pounding, and his meat was showing strings of cum. He must have filled her again during the DP. 'Jesus, Black,' I exclaim, 'How much cum you GOT in those balls?!' He grunted, 'shot some caverject for the occasion, dude...I can go for 4 hours straight. And I plan to.' The two Arabic guys walked over to the bed, and started talking dirty to her, testing to see if she was truly deaf and blind. Satisfied, they stripped down, and began stroking their oddly identical cocks. Both uncut, and the exact size and shape of red bull tallboy cans. Both shaved smooth, with black silicone cockrings... I idly wondered if they were brothers. I went over the safe words, reminded them not to drug her with anything, as we already had plans for that. No marks, no blood, no choking, she loves anal, loves gagging, drinks piss. I told them things we want to see: Piss in her asshole, anal and vaginal cream pies, piss drinking... Their eyes grew a little wild. The older black guy joined us, and unlimbered a cock even larger than Mr Blacks. I goggled at it. 'I know,' he said shyly, 'I'm here because girls that can actually see it run the fuck away!'. The thing didn't even look real. I shook my head, 'We need to video you using her, man, she won't believe it when even when she see's it'. My wife groaned, we looked over to see Mr Black rolling her off him. He dangled his cock in her face for cleaning, and she obediently devoted her mouth to it until he pulled away. She sprawled back on the bed, panting. Her cunt is red and swollen and gaping, she lies in a puddle of lube and cunt squirt and cum. I'm so glad I thought to bring the rubber sheet. The trans girl began to kiss her, and stroke her. She shrugged off her shirt and revealed real hormone enhanced breasts. My wife cupped them 'Tit's? I didn't know there were girls coming.' The trans girl laughed and kissed her hard, pushing her back on the bed. Silver came over with his video camera, and the older Black guy joined them on the bed. The trans girl grabbed my wife's hands and put them on that huge cock. My wife literally froze for a moment and then 'Holy fucking shit! What the fuck! How fucking big is this guy??' She wrapped both hands around it, 'Honey, you have to video this, please? Fuck I don't even know if I can take it'. She got up on her knees. She began to fellate him, and all of us fell silent, watching her.

Enjoyed the "experience" again tonight. Seven days, 9 exposures......6 via anal receptive sex and 3 via a point. Week two starts tomorrow and I have some exciting opportunities.

I left him after that, too tired, sweaty and sore to carry on. He kissed me and said he hoped to see me again. "In the meantime," he said, "There's a sauna you might like. Very friendly and a bit more comfortable than these places!" He gave me the address and I headed back to my hotel for a hot bath. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and said again "what have I done?" But it was too late now and I couldn't forget the sheer excitement of all those men in me, the evidence for which squirted from my arsehole when I sat on the toilet bowl. Work kept me busy for the next week, but then I had an evening free and remembered the sauna. "why not?" I thought. " it'll be less sleazy but I can relax a little." I looked it up on line, and the description made my heart skip a beat. It was reviewed as "dirty" and "sleazy". Most people said they had been once, and never again as it was "full of old men" Someone even said they'd got a dose of clap there. My hand was shaking. Relaxing? It sounded more like a pig paradise. I went out after dinner and, although I had the address and a map, it took me a while to find it down a sidestreet near the docks. There was a windowless building with a nondescript door with the word sauna on it with an arrow pointing to a buzzer. I buzzed and heard the door unlock. I pushed it open and went inside. There was a counter and aother door beyond it. A middle-aged guy leant on the counter. "Hi" I said," How much is the sauna?" "Fifteen,"He replied," But tonight is one of our special nights, so its 20." "Special nights? What kind of special night?" He looked curiously at me "Tonight is the monthly HIV night." I swallowed. "Oh, right. Do..do you have to be HIV positive to come in?" He laughed. "No you don't. But the fact you had to ask means you're not - right? I shook my head, shaking with fear and excitement. "I don't know. Here's the 20" He shrugged and buzzed open the inner door. "Your choice, kiddo. Have fun. By the way, it's also no towels, naked only." Inside was a small changing room with lockers. It smelled of body odour. A couple of guys were getting changed and I glanced over their naked bodies, white and flabby like slugs, and felt my throat go dry with lust. I stripped and noticed a grimey bottle attached to the wall upside down with "Lube" on it in felt pen. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared it between my buttocks then, with a deep breath stepped out of the changing room feeling vulnerable and excited in my nudity. There was a small area with a steam room, showers and a toilet. The filthy carpet was wet beneath my feet. A staircase led up into darkness and I made my way up, eyes not yet adjusted. There was a corridor with rooms off it. The only light came from flickering televisions showing porn. Nude men lay face down on the beds inside, legs spread hopefully. I made my way further along the corridor feeling my buttocks sliding against each other with the lube until I came to an open space with a large, round, leather couch in the centre, two slings in the corners and, like the others, lit only by a porno movie on a TV screen on the wall. It was packed with naked bodies, pale flesh glistening in the light from the TV. Both slings were taken, the men in them both with someone between their spread legs clearly fucking them as their arses swayed back and forth. The crowd seemed to suck me in, and I shuddered at the touch of the sweating bodies I knew to be diseased. The atmosphere was heavy with poppers making my cheeks feel flushed and my heart begin to pound. Hands were all over me, feeling my thickening cock, squeezing my nipples, probing my arsehole. I found myself next to the bench on which pale, flabby bodies writhed and groaned, some on their knees offering themselves to the circle of watching men. Someone kissed me, and I recoiled at the thought of his diseased body, then felt myself letting go and with a groan I kissed him back, feeling his tongue in my mouth and a beard scratching my chin. He pushed me back onto the bench in amongst the naked bodies and raised my legs. In the dim light I found myself looking up at a short, fat middle aged guy with heavy rings in his sagging nipples and old school tattoos all over his body. He grinned, revealing stained and broken teeth, and shuffled forward, holding my legs apart as he got into position. I felt the first thrust of his surprisingly thick cock, and felt a moments panic. I could kid myself that the other times I might have got lucky and got away with it but this was the real thing. I was about to be fucked bareback by an HIV positve man. Two men either side took over holding my legs as he leant forward and clamped a poppers bottle to my nose, holding one nostril closed so I had to take a big hit. As the chemical coarsed through my body, I felt my inhibitions being swept away and knew I was lost. He swapped nostrils, and as another hit made my head swim, he pushed brutally forward and his cock slammed into me. "Ahhh... christ!" I gasped in pain, but at the same time my arms went round his neck and I gave myself up to the wonderful, filthy feeling of his cock moving in and out of my hole. He kissed me, and his sweating body started to tremble and his movements more urgent. Perhaps the poppers had got to him, or maybe he'd been there a while. Either way, I knew he was going to cum in me and I groaned in surrender. Isn't this what I came for? I thought. He suddenly gave a snort of release, his body jerked and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with toxic sperm. I was overcome with lust and crushed my mouth to his as he stopped moving, and lay gasping over me. At last he got off me and I felt his softening cock pop out of my hole. "Phew! Cheers, buddy." He said, then turned and disappeared into the crowd. I lay there feeling an enormous sense of freedom and as if I had arrived at the place I was supposed to be. Slowly, deliberately, like a supplicant I turned over and bent forward, offering my arse as I began to suck the cock of one of the guys lying on the couch. I didn't have long to wait. I didn't even look round as a short but heavy cock slid into me and another stranger prepared to breed me...

I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didn’t know it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with six poz loads. Let me tell you how it’s done. It all started a year ago as three of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. Few asked our status, and we told those who did there’d be some poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were neg. They just assumed as much. We typically approached five or six guys in a night, and usually two or three would show up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped poz injections. Things didn't work out so well that night, 'though. We wound up with six guys, all poz. We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by, and a little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our door to watch. I invited him in, figuring he was poz 'cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a “PLUS (+).” He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was neg, and with the cooperation of my poz buddies, upon the return of the guy, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my suspicion. He was neg. Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, six tongues, and sixty fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didn’t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a fourth sucked his dick. I hoisted his hips up to my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission, saying things like “Like that? You are one hot stud, you know. Like my fingers in your hole? Feel good? [and] I’d Like to put my dick in there.” We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it any more. Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a long deep thrust. I’ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option. I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so he’d remember the exact moment he’d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed him and whispered I was cumming. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, 'cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my second buddy he didn’t turn his head, and when the last three guys seeded him, he maintained eye contact with his fuckers. I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot his virus into the guy. The third and fourth guys pulled out with traces of pink on their poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuck. Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. We’ve been back to the Club several times since then, and I haven’t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then I’ll ask him to join us. He’ll be a great drawing card. He’s so cute.

You must be Tina's friend. Nothing has brought me more satisfaction than seeing the transformation of this one beautiful, proud, young, stuck up best friend of a friend of mine who started coming to the club night after night. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but something drew him back a lot, at first as just an observer. He came back more frequently. Becoming a regular, becoming bolder and bolder, finally sucking dick at the glory hole, loving it, being praised for it by the older guys, craving more, taking anonymous cum in his mouth, initially spitting it out on the grimy floor, but after so many times becoming familiar with the taste and thinking nothing of swallowing it. Actually loving it. Thinking about and craving the taste of cum. Being told how hot and sexy he was. What a sweet ass he had. It made him want to pay back the compliments. Eventually getting his ass lubed up and played with. Going from sniffing other guys' poppers to needing his own and always having a brown bottle in his pocket for when he's at the club. Letting a guy "just put the head in," without a condom and after a few times of this not getting upset when the guy loses control and cums in him. Getting to know the other regulars, talking, joking, smoking pot, trying some tina and being blown away by how good he felt on it. Not waiting to be asked if he'd like more, he asks himself the first thing at the club the next night. Not smoking it like before, but slamming it as the coolest guys in the clique do. The big time. Being barebacked all over the club, in private rooms, in the open. Then the following day it's all he thinks about. Craves it. How he'll get some and how good it will feel. Some guys do it every once in a while. How dumb when they can get it everyday and feel the best feeling. Eventually being so fucked up and getting a reputation as a tweaker who will do anything to get high. X and G become additions. Barebacking guys while high in the back room, feeling like a totally liberated, fulfilled gay man. Never getting enough tina, never getting enough raw dick and cum. He's developed a nice meth habit and now turns tricks- older guys, ugly guys, any guys with money, and enjoying it, feeding his habit. His friends are other users and barebackers now. He dresses like a slut and is always grinding his teeth and two steps ahead of himself. He's sure he must be poz from all the loads he's taken but he'll deal with that later.

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Jesus Christ. Talk about an emotional mind fuck. I'm speaking of Jeremy. My God, this poor kid has been through hell...both in his past and in the last 48hrs. Then, just as he was falling for Vinnie and trusting him again, the two of them exploring each other's desires... I just have one question. Vinnie does not seem like a naive man. How is it he couldn't see something like this coming? Why didn't the two of them get out of there BEFORE they were found? Fuck!!! Well I'm pissed. However, another well written chapter. Dark and fucked up, but also filled with visuals and emotions.

Back in college I was 18 and walking around downtown one evening when I noticed two guys in a Jeep driving around. One was student aged, around 20, and the other a bit older, maybe 30s. They circled the block a few times and eventually stopped and, as I passed their jeep, we struck up a conversation. I jumped at the chance when they asked me back to their place. Arriving there, we immediately headed to their bedroom which was completely filled with a huge waterbed. The older guy, Jim, leaned in and kissed me while the younger guy, Rick, started undressing me. Soon all three of us were naked and sprawled on the bed. Now, until this occasion I had never before been on a waterbed, and it took some getting used to, but each of us soon was sucking on a cock. Jim was hung with a nice long and thick cock and I couldn’t get enough of it. Both of the guys turn sucking my rock hard cock. Both guys were great cock suckers, so the sensation was amazing and I became increasingly vocal, letting them know how much I was enjoying the treatment. As he moved-up, intent on kissing me, Jim commented "The shy guy we picked up was gone and I like this new confident guy." And kiss and kiss we did indeed, all the while Rick sucked away, alternating between the two of us. Of course Rick had had ample practicing on Jim’s huge cock, so he could swallow me balls deep, which I absolutely loved. At some point Jim paused in kissing me to instruct Rick to lick his hole so I could fuck him. Rick complied, and when Jim’s hole was ready, Jim lay on his back, placing his legs on my shoulders. Rick lubed cock and guided it into his boyfriend. I was young and so horned up there was no real finesse, I just went straight to fucking with deep long strokes, my hips slamming his ass on each down stroke. I remember finding the sight of my cock sliding into Jim to be fucking hot, and when Rick leaned in and kissed me, urging me to fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, soon my eyes were rolling back in my head as I shot my load into Jim as, over and over he grunted "Fuckin' breed my hole." I pulled out and Rick flipped me on my stomach and spit on my hole and then rammed his cock into me. Fuck, it hurt but quickly started to feel good as in the background I heard Jim telling Rick to fuck me hard, to use my hole and stretch it open so he could fuck me next. Rick strokes alternated between rough and hard, and softer and more shallow. My hole was gripped his cock in a vice as Jim fed me his cock. I was particularly excited by the amount of pre-cum that was flowing out of his slit. After Rick had been fucking me for several minutes, Jim announced he wanted my hole, so he and Rick switched places. Rick grabbed my face and grunted "Look at me," as simultaneously I felt Jim’s huge cock head at my hole, only to find he rammed himself into me. Although Rick had opened me up, Jim’s cock stretched my hole ever further. And, as Jim kept pushing and forcing his cock into me, eventually his balls where flat against my ass. Then he paused for a few minutes while Rick kissed me, which afforded me the chance to acclimate myself to the girth of Jim's cock. When Jim sensed I was ready he started a slow slide in and out of me and Rick continued to kiss me. With each down stroke Jim would all but completely withdraw, only to slide all the way back in, balls deep, again and again. I was on a sex high like no other, kissing Rick as his big-dicked boyfriend used my ass. They took turns fucking me until each shot a load inside me. This was the mid 80’s and I knew about safe sex but no one mentioned condoms and it felt to good bareback. It seemed as if I was doing something bad but it felt so good I didn’t care. Jim and I took turns fucking Rick after that and I ended up shooting my second load of the day into him while Jim was behind me teasing my hole with the head of his big cock. As soon as I shot into Rick, Jim slid back into me and fucked me again pushing my still hard cock into his boyfriend on each stroke. Rick wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me tight while his boyfriend deposited another load into me. My hole was sloppy and full of cum and I was in that moment completely happy. We fell asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Rick, realizing he was going to be late for work, jumped in the shower as Jim slid his cock back into my ass which was, of course, still full of their loads. He kissed and fucked me, building up to blowing yet another load into my ass, just as Rick stepped back into the bedroom from the shower. We fucked several more times over the next couple of years and I always felt a connection to both of them. Each time we fooled around I went back home utterly exhausted, my ass loaded with cum.

I love to be called like that. A Top can call me, what he wants. I am sub bottom slut and proud of it.

Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story. I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it. Hope you enjoy part 2! So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office. Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did. Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him. I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel. That always got my hole to twitch. And then there was my hole. Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way. When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this. Maybe I did have a pussy after all. But most of all, I thought about his cum. For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole. And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me. It was just a matter of time. Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet. I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call. My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang. The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered. “Uh, Mr. James?” “Oh, hiya, kiddo! How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me. “I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point. “Oh, good, good. Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?” “Yessir.” “Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something. I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.” A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition. I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back. “Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy. What are you doing Friday night?” “Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long. Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead. “Good. Why don’t you swing by my place around 7. We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?” “Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief. I cleared my throat and thanked him. He gave me his address, and we got off the phone. My whole body was flushed with horniness. I’d done it. I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been. I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house. The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night. I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7. My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots. I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy. His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge. Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office. It looked so cool! “Hiya, little buddy. Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside. I chuckled and stepped through the door. He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it. “Come on, get comfortable. No need to be shy here, kiddo.” He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss. I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants. I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. He laughed a bit and pushed be back. “Hold on, partner. Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business. We’ve got all night.” I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp. “White briefs? My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite? Let’s just keep those on you. Now where were we?” He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue. He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body. “Mmmm, such a beautiful boy. I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t help but blush. No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy. At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass. The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became. He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel. Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away. The front of his jock was tented and wet. He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack. “Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.” I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another. “Do you smoke?” he asked. “Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on. Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh. “No, silly boy. I’m not talking about cigarettes. Have you ever heard of Tina?” I shook my head no. “What does it do?” I asked nervously. I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that “Well, that’s a good question, kiddo. You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better. You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.” “Oh. Oh wow.” “Yes, wow. And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy. Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Please, Mr. James. I want you to show me how.” “Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair. “This here is a pipe. Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?” I nodded. “That’s my boy! See you’re already halfway there. Now this is how it’s done. I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I couldn’t believe I actually giggled. “Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop. You got it? Can you do that? I knew you could. Ok, let’s get started.” Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted. Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe. I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly. I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke. That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game. I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole. He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa. Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard. “So, little buddy, how you feeling? Isn’t this stuff great?” He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief. The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more. “Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.” We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge. “So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?” My expression changed, and he took notice. “Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy? You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?” He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me. “Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed. “Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before. “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you. Ok?” “Ok, I guess.” “You guess? Do you trust me, buddy?” “Yes,” I said, without a second thought. “Are you willing to do anything I ask? All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.” He had this intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were gleaming. I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something. I thought for a bit. Everything I wanted was just a word away. My senses were reeling. It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was. “Yessir, I’m ready.” “That’s all I needed to hear. I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy. I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing. All you need to do is let go, little buddy. Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together." With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg. Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis. He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt. Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned. I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock. “That’s it, kiddo, just let go.” He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass. Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back. I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch. “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink. I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit. His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter. The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. “That’s it,” he said. “Good boy. Let the smoke take you over. Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy. Yeah, open up for Mr. James. Open up real wide.” His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped. He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy. I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root. “Yeah, baby boy, that’s it. Let yourself go. Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said. My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away. I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips. Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft. He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him. My head thrashed around wildly. Out of control. That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now. I was in a frenzy for cock. For cum. He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact. I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look at me. There you go. That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now. Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo. Ride my cock and show me.” I took in a deep, shuddering breath. Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking. I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth. Root to tip and back again. Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt. “That’s good, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock. It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst. I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up. I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace. The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties. “Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.” “I love it Mr. James. I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock. Please. Please. Please. Oh, fuck I love my pussy. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for—“ He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control. He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open. I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting. pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake. Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless. “Give it to me. Give me that pussy, baby boy. Give it up.” And I did. The pleasure took me over. My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make. I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably. “Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say. “Let that pussy cum, baby. Just let it happen. This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you. As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over. What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier. I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head. The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum. I reached down to touch myself. It definitely wasn’t cum. “Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy. Your clitty hasn’t cum yet. That’s just a fuckload of precum.” I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me. “How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice. “Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast. Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me. That made me giggle. “Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo. You done good. Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right now.” He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock. “I know, I can feel it. It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.” “It does, does it?” “Yeah. Wanna feel you cum in me.” “Oh-ho! Do you now? Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy. Let’s talk for a bit. Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.” “Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should. I’m real fuckeded up.” “Ha! I know you are, baby boy. But nearly high enough for Mr. James. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?” Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch. “Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line. “Do you know what it means?” “Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile. “Biohazard, that’s right. And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?” I shook my head no. “Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way. I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke. It couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be real. I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better. Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe again. “Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.” “Yeah…” “But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away. “Of course I do, Mr James. Always.” He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides. “Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok? Ok? Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV. Hush! No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight. I couldn’t get away if I tried. “Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?” I nodded yes. “And you want my cum, don’t you? Again, I nodded. “But you don’t want my HIV, do you?” I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes. “Well, they’re a package deal, kid. Do you want my cock?” He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick. “Yeeeesss!” I cried out. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?” “No, please no!” “I could if you want, little buddy.” “Don’t do it Mr. James. I need your cock in my pussy!” “Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you. But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok? It’s only fair.” I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth. “It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Ok.” I said quietly. “That’s settled then. Now let’s get you into position. Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” I did as he asked. Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor. I rested my head on the carpet. Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there. “Alright, kiddo. Get that pussy ready to get pounded.” With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet. “Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?” He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts. “You like my cock. It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to grind my face in the carpet. “Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better. Don’t they?” I moaned my ascent. “Don’t they,” he said. I twisted my neck around to look at him. “Yes. Yesssss.” “Good, now tell me what you want.” “Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co “And that poz cum?” “Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn” “Here it cums, baby boy.” He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet. His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit. He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum. I squeeze down to milk every drop. With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back. I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. “You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine. “Now what do you think about that bathhouse?” I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist. Mr. James laughed. “Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair. You’re too pretty to be that hairy.” I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.

"Here's the deal... I'm poz, and toxic as all fuck. With so many guys on meds these days, what is a fella to do, you hire me, that's what, I wont fuck you gently, and none of that overnight bullshit, you show me your recent test, you take my poz load in your neg cunt, you pay me, and I bail. Not here for poz men, only here for gay men willing to cut the crap, and pay for the venom that they crave." That;s my escort ad. It actually gets me a lot of business. Guys willing to pay money to take an unmedicated load of poz sperm in their cunt, sometimes, doing it opens the floodgates for them to be full on chasers, sometimes they get scared and run off to medicated undetectable men, and the blanks they shoot,(all fertilizer and not enough seed in their loads), every now and then, I get real lucky, and some wealthy chaser pays me weekly for poz sperm until they convert. Like the ad says, once you're poz, I'm done with you. You never get my dick again. My regular clients have to get tested about once every 3 months, but I'll tell you, my dick knows the feeling of neg pussy. And it knows poz pussy... anytime I've cancelled a session mid fuck, and told them to get tested, they come back poz... I've been doing this since I converted, and you know what, it's pretty fucking amazing. Guys of all sorts, jocks, twinks, muscle daddies, bears, all sorts of backround. My kind is a dying breed, and I am cashing in on how rare potent poz sperm has become. If I want to fuck off the clock, I have my boyfriend for that. He knows what I do and he gets a major kick out of knowing that men are paying for what he gets for free. On each of my deltoids is a biohazard tat. My dick has a scorpion tattoo, and yes, dumbass, it hurt like hell. I have DANGER written in Old English font on my abs, and a bullet tattooed on my dickhead. I am a fantasy, I am a rare breed, and they can as much as they can. Being poz is who I am and how I pay the bills, and I fucking love it.

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PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

I climbed off John, threw on some basketball shorts and slowly walked to the door. The knocking varied, but suggested a diligence and dedication that could only mean one thing. I opened the door and there stood the boyfriend. He stood at 5' 7", 170 to 180 pounds, well fed, and he'd grown a good beard since I had last seen him. He looked like a hot cub and I noticed his eyes quickly checked me out, up and down. No words were spoken as I let him in, and equally wordlessly I led him to the basement where we found John, his boyfriend of six years laying naked on the king sized mattress, covered in cum and hickeys, his asshole winking and muscles twitching from the stress of the onslaught of fuck session through which he had just gone. The boyfriend walked slowly over to John, placed his hand on his knee, body and face. John's eyes fluttered, and uttered a sound which was almost like a name and then sighed back to sleep. The boyfriend smiled meekly and kissed John on the forehead, murmuring almost sweetly "You fucking slut" as he caressed John's face. Then he leaned down and pulled an eight inch blade from his side of his shoe. I wondered briefly what he did for a living that made him have to carry a knife on his person, but I simply crossed my arms and remarked "He loved every second of it." "I have no doubt he did." The boyfriend said matter of factly "There's always been a little slut buried inside him. You don't love someone for six years and not know the cravings inside." I couldn't help but smile. Did he actually accept this part of his boyfriends identity? With that I cautiously remarked "One cock will never be enough for him." "You'd think I should buy him a new dildo each Christmas and birthday, in addition to his regular gift. I know my boyfriend. I know what he craves and I know what he's like" pausing to wipe the tears off John's face, and then adding "And I also know when he's done." "Deciding to test the boyfriend, I asked "What makes you think I'll let you walk out of here with him?" Now it was his turn to smile. "Because you and I aren't that different, Mark." I couldn't help it, my eyes widened slightly. If not for the dark, he would have known that he'd taken me off guard. "We both get bored after we're done and kick the boy out when we're satisfied, and given the fact that you took the time to answer the door, I'd say you were done. After all you really called me over here to pick him up since he obviously won't be walking." With that the boyfriend took off his shirt revealing a large well defined and slightly hairy chest and a surprisingly flat stomach. He covered John with the shirt and pulled some gym briefs from his pocket and lifted John up in both arms. I couldn't help but get the feeling he was showing off as he carried his now-destroyed boy up the staircase. I watched him stuff his boyfriend in his car, kiss him lightly on the cheek before getting in and driving off. I also couldn't help get the feeling John was still going to get fucked to his boyfriend's satisfaction when he got home. I smiled to myself, thinking of his boyfriend who would probably gently clean him off before throwing his body back onto a bed and fucking John's brains out, as he probably had planned to do all along that night. I thought the boyfriend to be cold and uncaring, while at the same time remarkably passionate. I began to get hard at the very thought of the scene that would be unfolding at John's place, but his boyfriend had been right. For now at least, I was done with John. I flipped on Grinder, and began the hunt, but I was distracted as I thought of John's fine body and ass, and how little my next conquest would compare too it, but finally a profile caught my eye: Tony was on-line. Tony, the slim athletic boy who had fucked John in my first encounter. A plan began to unfold in my mind and I knew tonight would not be wasted, so I initiated this conversation: yo hey whats up he replied you remember me yeah... john's coming back tonight he wants more really? yeah, I told him It would just be u and me fucking him. and he seemed really excited fuck ur kidding me I'm boned nah come on over we'll fuck himtogether Tony showed up almost instantly. As he walked in, he stripped off his shirt and walked straight into the living room, and promptly froze with his hand on his pant button when he saw the empty room. "He's not here yet," I explained, adding "he's trying to sneak away from his boy." "They're still together?" asked Tony in a somewhat shocked voice. "Yeah, I guess so" as I smiled and handed Tony a drink into which I had thrown an Ambien. Within ten minutes Tony was yawning, "You want some Redbull bro?" I asked. "You're looking sleepy." "Yeah, totally man." I passed him a Redbull into which I had loaded with G. He chugged it, no doubt wanting to be ready for John, who's boyfriend was probably balls-deep in fucking him. Tony was slim fit with nice abs n a good round booty. John had maybe ten pounds more muscle, but Tony was taller, and his face was easier on the eyes. I began to rub Tony's shoulders lightly, testing how awake he was. Tony was clearly fighting to stay awake, but his muscles were becoming limp. "Let's get this party started." "Wha--" Tony began, but I had my tongue in his mouth and began to pull down the slim top's jeans. He moaned against my tongue as the confusion of Ambien, Redbull and G impaired his judgement. Soon enough he fell to the floor. "I'm a t-tt-top" he moaned as I sucked on his neck and my hands started to spread and squeeze his ass cheeks. "No you're not" and I began to work my well lubed finger into his hole. It was super tight and small. I held his 28 inch waist and pressed my spiked lube into his hole. He moaned and shook and then began to back his ass up onto my hand as the lube took its toll. Two fingers, then three began to vigorously open-up his hole. Finally, when I gauged he was ready, I began to push my dick in. He resisted to some degree, but his body was craving it, so I pushed my cock head into his ass steadily, thinking I was ploughing a hole that was practically virginal. Finally he arched his back and accepted my assault until my balls were resting on his hole. I began to move inside of him, and not surprisingly he shook, groaned, and yelled, grabbing my arms then letting them drop above his head, again and again. I could feel his ass open for me, so I picked-up speed and fucked him vigorously. His eyes were open and glazed and his mouth open, yet silent, as I unloaded my final load of the day into him. I pulled out, tossed his clothing at him , then pushed him out the door. I watched him stumble in the direction of the bus stop, all the while still trying to slip into his clothing - and yet avoid falling on the pavement. I stood in the window for a long time thinking: for the first time in as long as I could recall, I felt oddly unsatisfied from sex. I wanted the open Filipino hole I'd been fucking so vigorously. I wanted to rape and whore out the hot, masculine, tiny bottom slut with a hot cub boyfriend. The boy was in my head, and I would have him again. Soon. More to cum

A bit about me: I started having gay sex at 19. I had a bad experience with anal the first time so for a few years I stuck to giving blowjobs and swallowing as much cum as I could get. I love swallowing. I'm such a cum dumpster that way. Love it. I'm a total bottom...I can't even get hard if I'm not at least sucking a dick. Now I only get fully hard with a dick in my ass. Anyway, over time I found I preferred older men. Specifically, older black men if I had my way. I had moved from my liberal yet conservative southern city to New Jersey by now and had gotten the itch to try anal again. At 22, I met an older gentleman through yahoo chat and he was so gentle and dominant and fucked me so well that second yet...first time if that makes sense. I had debated on condoms...he was willing but in the heat of the moment, he just stuck it in after lubing. He did pull out, but i was hooked on bare. I spent the next few years of school, fucking many older men bareback and swallowing cum. Soon, school was over and I found a job at the old city i lived in. I moved south. I found that men here didn't approve of barebacking. I spent time getting ridiculed and lectured online. Finally, I met a regular bud that didn't want bare but I sorta pushed it and once he got in me, that's all it took. After swallowing his cum, we chatted and he mentioned that there was a bookstore with glory holes in town that was pretty much bareback only, but that I should stay away. Yeah, what do you think I did? I only cum when getting fucked usually and I hadn't cum. I needed MORE. Soon as he left, I got dressed and hopped in my car and put my 5 bucks in for entrance. I scoped it out. Mostly the trolling types but a few nice guys. I'm indiscriminate as long as the dick is hard. I go in a back booth. I rub my finger through the hole and in comes a cock. A black cock. I immediately get hard and drop my pants to jerk while i suck his cock like a cumstarved slut. He's steel hard and tasted wonderful, but he pulls back after a few minutes to my disappointment. He drops down and whispers "let me fuck you." I'm so cockdrunk I manage to shake my head yes but never verbally answer. I stand and turn putting my asshole to the gloryhole. I'm already beyond lubed and I feel his 8-9inch cock slide in and push as deep as he can. I push back hard and he fucks me solidly for 10 minutes. Its amazing...my cock is dripping precum. Suddenly he pulls out. Disappointed, I turn around to see if he's still there. He's looking right at me and says "lets get a booth." I manage a "yes" this time and pull my pants up. We move into a non-gloryholed booth next door. As soon as he locks the door behind us, I drop and take out his dick and proceed to suck my ass juice from it to get it back to ebony steel. after a few minutes, he pulls me up and whispers he's "gonna pound your little white ass" and bends me over the chair and pushes back in fully in one thrust. He fucks me deep and hard...hitting my prostate and second sphincter repeatedly. I'm totally dick drunk at this point and he keeps saying how tight my boy ass is and how i need to love his cock. Finally, i feel him tensing. He's fucking very fast and short strokes. I know what's coming. I turn and tell him I want to swallow it. He just ignores me and looks me in the eyes over my shoulder. He reaches up and grabs my shoulders and pulls me back on his dick. It feels too good and I can feel his cock start jerking in my second sphincter. I'm both scared and totally turned on...he finishes cumming and pulls back. He whispers thanks then zips and leaves me there. I stand back up straight and lock the door again. I touch my own cock. Its ready to explode. I reach back to my ass that's soaking wet. I bring my finger back and a small drop of cum is on it. I lick it up from my finger. MMMM. I put my boxers and pants on. I want to keep his load in me. From that night, I took a "what the hell" attitude when it came to cock and cum. I finally went the whole way to being a cumdumpster.

Had this happen in the cinema art in Troy NY , was playing with older guys and down in front when the next thing I know they tied my cock and balls tight with leather laces to the chair and I kneel on it facing back sucking a huge cock and another guy eating my ass. Feeling that first cock going in and hitting bottom was it for me, all I could feel was cocks in my hands and face and my ass being spanked over and over again. I think there hand prints were embedded in my hips that night. No young guys all older guys and full size cocks, suck a cock and it would move to my ass and dump his load deep inside me, replaced by another and another, went on for what seemed hours till they flashed the lights and then I was untied and let go. Was pushed against my car hood and pants pulled down in the parking lot overlooking the river and fucked by a couple of daddies and forced to suck there cocks clean, I dumped a huge load from my ass and sat there eating it all , those were the days, now a days you cant find this in the Albany or surrounding area.

No limits, should be up to the individuals, but 13 would be a good compromise.