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I can't get a hold any more of all the sluts that chase my seed like there's honey on my ass. The more I breed the more bottoms get addicted to my breeding sessions and the idea of having my sperm and DNA up their asses for the rest of their lives. It gives me so much satisfaction that everything else in my life looses its importance.

Here is my first stab at a poz story, I hope you like it. The Bet “Fuck it Dave” Mike complained to me. “This flu is just ridiculous. I don’t know what came over me, and its only October.” My roommate Mike was sicker than a dog. I didn’t know what went over him, but being a good friend I helped him up and made him some soup. Call it the bitch in me, but we were really close. I just turned 23 and Mike is 22, so we knew each other pretty well. I just stood in the kitchen stirring the soup while he was on the couch in our open studio. I knew Mike was a party animal and went out a lot, and it occurred to me that Mike and I paired-up quite well because I like to say in with friends on the weekends, while Mike goes crazy. So I'm relaxed, but hey, everyone goes crazy. “Here have this,” I said, handing the soup at Mike, adding "it should make you feel better, I hope. You know what’d make me feel better? A hot fuck.” “Not when I’m sick, Dave, plus I haven’t fucked you in almost five months,” Mike replied. “Too bad, I’ve been horny for a bit. I haven’t gotten off in a week and my last fuck was you - months ago.” “All right Dave, how about this. I know a bunch of guys downtown at the tattoo parlor who wouldn’t mind your ass.” “Pft, you’re just saying that because you know I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo” I replied to him. “Really? Let’s make this interesting Dave. I bet you won’t take their ten loads up your ass.” “Oh you’re on, Mike, I accept. I’ll take their ten loads, but only if you fuck me first.” It was a deal. Mike and I agreed that if I got fucked by all his friends at the tattoo shop, Mike would pay for the tattoo I wanted to get. Being a chemist, I was going to get an atomic symbol. But if I lost, I’d have to pay for Mike to get the tattoo he wanted. Fair enough, I really wanted a tattoo and getting fucked by ten guys sounded hot. “Dude, just so you know, my friends only do bareback.” Mike laid out the bombshell. Up until then, I never really barebacked. I just used a condom because I didn’t like the feel of cum up my ass. “All right,” I replied resignedly, “But you know I don’t like the feel of cum swimming around my ass.” “It’s not that bad really, plus we’ll keep it in with a butt plug so you don’t have to worry about shitting it out” Mike replied. He knew I hated the feeling of dripping stuff out of my ass. “Good. I’m excited now” I replied, adding "now drink more fucking soup so we can go on this fuck.” *Three days later* “Dude, shave your body” Mike bitched at me when I was in the shower. Odd, but whatever I thought. I walked out naked from the shower for Mike to check me out. He was finally feeling better. I stood there in my slim body while he checked over my now-smooth body. My seven inch dick got erect when he played a bit around it. I reached for his seven and a half, but he pushed away. “Don’t think about getting erect Dave. You gotta save it for your loads” he barked. Inwardly I frowned. Sometimes Mike's 'Radical Dude' stance could get annoying. but whatever. I dressed in my boxers and some light clothing as Mike finished getting ready. We walked out and moved around a few blocks until we got to the tattoo shop. It was after hours, but we walked up stairs to the owner’s apartment. There were twelve guys there, not including Mike and me. They were all pretty good looking, a twink, what looked to be a few jocks, and the average everyday folk. “Hey bro!!” a bunch of guys shouted when Mike came in. “You ready for your tattoo?” they grabbed his ass. “Psh no! I’m going to win this bet, I’m going to get a tattoo” I replied. The cute twink guy grabbed my ass from over my jeans and rubbed it a bit. “You want it?” he asked. I got instantly hard. Mike came over and started to strip me. I was excited to finally get fucked. It had been way too long. Mike positioned me up on the couch and started making out with me as the twink fingered my hole. I found the twink's approach sort of painful, perhaps because my ass was tight, and also because his nails were longer than I could have liked. Fortunately he didn't play with my hole very long, and after a couple of minutes stripped. I was all over him. I pulled his boxers off and gravitated to sucking his dick. He turned around and I saw his ass. Funny, it had a pretty hot looking tattoo of a bio-hazard symbol - similar to what I was going to get. “Dammit, I’m gonna get that tattoo by the end of the night” I told the twink. He smiled. As I sucked his dick, a few other guys started messing with my ass. I felt some weird shit, like a toothbrush and a few nails were all messed up. I just thought they were prepping me up for the hot fuck. A few other guys started to strip and jerk off a few. The jock looked hot in just his jockstrap. He turned around - again I saw the bio-hazard tattoo. I really wanted to get it now. “Alright Dave,” Mike asked "are you ready for me to fuck you now?” The twink pulled out the toothbrush forcibly and he openly winced. It looked kinda bloody. Yuck, I thought. "Yeah, Mike, let's do it" I responded. Mike gently put his dick in, he knew how I liked to start. “Once you’re good, there’s no mercy from me or the other guys,” he said. After a few minutes, the fucking got fast. Mike was breathing hard, muttering things under his breathe, until he shouted it loud enough for me to hear “let me fuck you up good, let me breed your hot ass.” I thought it was odd, but fuck, I was in ecstasy, feeling his dick tearing up my insides, I had never felt so good before. “I’m never going back to condoms” I shouted. Mike smiled when I explained “This feels so good with your dick skin touching me, I don’t wanna go back.” Mike’s fucking got harder at those words, and a few seconds later he shouted “you’re not going back here’s my hot toxic load.” I felt spasms of cum streaming into my ass, I rolled my head back in pleasure, my ass felt instantly on fire, but the hottest fire you could imagine. Mike pushed up in my ass a bit and swirled his dick around, it felt really good, and I made to jerk off when he pulled out, but the twink batted my hands aside, slid into my ass, and fucked me good. The sloppy seconds felt really nice- the twink's nice dick kept rolling around and was better lubed than Mike’s had been. I kept hearing him muttering stuff as he fucked me, something like “I’m gonna bug your ass up hard.” I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I felt could feel the pleasure as he slid in and out of my ass. Now, Mike may have torn me up, and the twink torn my ass up with a toothbrush and and shit, but he fucked really gently. It was a sweet fuck, and he kissed me while he was fucking. His pace was quickening when he leaned into me and whispered, “Here’s your gift." I felt him blow at least five shots deep in my ass almost right after he said it. He pushed all the way in and held tight for a good two minutes as he made out with me, his tongue pressing deeper. I got fucked rough and hard by the rest of the fuckers, although each time my ass was slicker with the earlier guys' cum. I had never been a cumdump before, but I really liked the feeling of the sperm swimming up my ass. Finally, the last guy to fuck me was the jock. He ripped his jockstrap off and threw it at me. I could see he had a thick nine inch dick with a PA piercing in his cock. It looked like a beast. He walked up to put his dick on me, but not before taking his jockstrap off my chest and putting it over my face. He flipped me over and positioned me on my knees. For the next fifteen minutes or more my ass was virtually on fire. I understood instinctively why the guys had had the jock fuck me last. Had he been earlier there would have been a good chance I would not have been able to accommodate all the other guys. “Fucking breeding your ass all hot and poz” he hissed repeatedly. I kept wondering what he meant but ignored it as Mike presented himself for my oral attention. It was hot after I tasted cum and my ass juices. I was getting a two-fer. I forgot about my own dick, but could constantly feel the PA of the jock tearing me up. After a thunderous roar of “poz you bitch” I felt the biggest spasm of any guy since Mike - almost ten, and the jock just kept shoving his dick in and out. The jock didn’t pull out and kept it in for another few minutes while Mike came in my mouth- I greedily swallowed. Mike pulled out and commented “Look’s like you won the bet Dave.” I smiled. The twink came over with an odd looking butt plug, it had spikes on it, I felt secretly even hornier, “let me shove this up you nice and good while we let the sperm do its work” he said. I took it from him and put it up myself. “Hey Dave,” Mike said, “You won the bet, but you think we can get matching tattoos like these guys? I like them as much as you? I’ll pay for both of us.” “Sure, but you got to go first” I told him. The twink brought us over to the downstairs tattoo shop, where Mike got his ass shaved. Matt, the twink’s name he finally told me, grabbed a stencil and covered it over Mike’s ass. After a few more minutes of prep work, he went to work. While he was getting tattooed, I was getting turned on again. Mike brought me over and started pulsating the butt plug as I bent over. I felt the spikes gently pricking my inside; it was all but orgasmic. He pulled it out and sucked a bit of the cum out. I was in heaven. The beefy jock, who had been jerking himself, and slid into my ass and fucked me standing up while I watched Mike getting tattooed. I’d always been turned on by tattoos, and getting fucked by the jock while Matt tattooed my room mate’s ass seemed the height of debauchery. Mike took the pain like a man, and I was instantly ready for it. The jock pulled out and shoved the butt plug up my ass; he threw me onto my stomach so I could get my ass tattooed. Matt shaved my ass gently, and nicked me a bit. It hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. I got the stencil and smiled in approval: it was similar to what I wanted in the first place. Matt kept all the same tools: ink, gun, needle, as Mike’s tattoo, so I didn’t have any wait. No sooner than the stencil was in position, I felt the pain of the needle. The pain was so pleasurable, the gentle sensation of the needle grazing my ass. The guys positioned a mirror so I could watch myself getting tattooed. The red biohazard tattoo looked really nice staring out from my plump ass cheek. Matt bandaged me up, and I finally meant to ask him, “What’s the deal with all your matching tattoos? You can’t all be biochemists.” Mike replied "Biochemists? You got it wrong, man. We’re all HIV+, and now you are too.” I had a mini freak-out, but was resigned. Matt interjected, “And even if the cum in your ass didn’t poz you up, Mike’s poz and I used the same bloody needle on both of you, so you’re good as poz." Matt started making out with me. He turned around and let me feel up his ass. Mike came over and started jerking me off while I just rubbed my hands all over Matt’s biohazard tattoo. I’m one of them, I thought to myself. Nothing I can do, except keep getting fucked. Hot. A few months later I got a pretty bad flu, and Mike replayed the debt and made me some soup. A few days later, I had another hot fuck session with the group, this time, they let me top and bottom them. My ass tattoo had healed perfectly, and the combination of the tattoo and the pleasure that went with the tattoo told me everything was perfect.

For the first time in quite a while, this past weekend I was traveling alone to St. Louis, leaving my husband at home. Before I left, however, I told him I'd play safe. When I arrived in St. Louis I was sharing a room with a friend who went off on his own for several hours, leaving me alone, so naturally I hopped on Grindr. Quite quickly I connected with a 20 year old black college top who was 500 feet away, and who wanted to play safe. We exchanged a few pics, and he asked if I could host. I answered by supplying the name and address of my hotel, as well as my room number. Within 30 minutes, there was a knock at the door, and upon opening it, I ushered him me. Although he began chatting as soon as the door was closed, I ignored his remarks, loosened his belt and pants, dropped to my knees to begin sucking his dick as I helped him drop his boxers. When he was hard I moved him onto the bed. He wanted to kiss, but I did an about face and presented him with my ass. I also reached for a condom, selecting the magnum from the top of the stack. As he played with my hole, I rolled the condom onto his dick, lubed my ass, and, in a single thrust, forced his cock into my ass. His stamina was decent stamina and was easily rough enough to break a condom, although it wasn't really an issue: I had deliberately tampered with the condom I had slid onto his cock, with the result, as planned, it broke on almost the first stroke. He never realised as much, however, as he was lost in the pleasureable rhythmic thrusting of his dick as it forcible penetrated my hole. As his face began to visibly change in expression, he moaned "I'm going to cum!" And so he did. I could distinctly feel each and every rope of his thick, warm seed deep inside my hole. He collapsed on me, struggling for several minutes to regain his breath. Before he could intervene I slid off his cock, and deftly removed the condom so he never seemed to realized his seed was dripping from my hole. Afterwards he cleaned-up, dressed and split. I never got his name, but, of course, when I got home I told my husband the kid and I had used a condom.

There are 2 kinds of holes, a boy hole that is tight and a man cunt that takes a dick or a dildo with just spit . I can take is with just spit and on pain but pleasure.

I'm always interested in sucking off str8 guys. Offering free massages on Craigslist normally gets me a couple of str8 guys to get off. Today I posted one of those CL ads. I finally settled on one that seemed quite promising. He sent some really attractive pics. All had clothes on. But I could tell he was in his mid 40's. VERY attractive. An athletic build. We messaged back and forth a few times. He said that he was divorced. He had never had a massage from a guy. But had always heard that men give the best massages. He lived just a few miles from me. So, we set up a time to meet today at 1pm. He said he often worked from home and would be available then. Since I like to be prepared for "anything". I douched and cleaned my ass out before showering. Just in case. You never know how far these things will go with str8 guys. Anyway, I showed up at his home as scheduled. He met me wearing just a bathrobe. Just like his pics, he was extremely handsome. He had a beautiful home in a gated community. He invited me in. I followed him into his family room, just off his kitchen. He had several large king sized sheets strewn across the carpeted floor. "I'm not feeling comfortable doing this on my bed. So I set this up. Will that work ok?", he asked? "Yeah. We'll make it work". I said. As I unpacked my massage oil and a few hand towels from my massage bag, I asked him to lay face down on the sheets and I'd begin. I took off my clothes and knelt beside him. I watched him drop his robe and climb down onto the sheets. DAMN! He had a nice body. Very firm, tight, muscled and athletic. He had a gorgeous chest, covered in a light fuzz of light brown hair. His cock hung down about 6 inches, soft. I could only imagine and hope how big it would grow to be when it's hard. As I knelt beside him, I poured some oil over his shoulders, back, butt and legs. Then did a quick sweep of his body with my hands to distribute the oil. Then I began to massage his shoulders. He had his face turned away from me. I could feel the tension in his back as I began to rub his shoulders. "I'm still quite nervous about all of this", he said. "Yes. I can feel your tension in your back. We'll take it slow. Just breathe. You'll be relaxing in no time", I said. I continued to massage his shoulders and back. After about 5 minutes, I could feel his muscles relaxing and his breathing getting slower and deeper. I was getting him where I wanted him. Now that he was relaxing, I began to massage lower on his back. Then I brushed over his asscheeks a few times before beginning to work on his upper thighs. He tensed up a bit when I'd get close to his balls. But I'd move away when I'd feel him tense up. But then go back to his inner thighs and close to his balls a few more times, till I didn't feel him tensing up anymore. I worked down his legs. Massaged his feet, which he really seemed to enjoy. Then I massaged up his opposite leg, to his upper thigh. Then massaged his other inner thigh. Again, occasionally getting very close to his balls. But not actually touching them. I worked back up to his upper back and shoulders. Then back down to his ass. He seemed to be quite relaxed now. So I now really went to work on his ass. I massaged and kneeded his asscheeks. Sliding my finger down his crack, till it would slide across his asshole. He flinched a bit, the first time my finger touched his asshole. But the second time, he let out a very soft moan. I gave a lot of attention to his ass. And could feel his ass rise up a bit. He was even slightly grinding his ass as I massaged it. I worked again on his inner thighs. This time, allowing my fingers to brush against his balls. Again, a small, but audible "sigh" would escape his lips. His hips would grind, just the slightest. But I could tell he was enjoying the very intimate touching. I then softly said, "Roll over on your back, now". He slowly turned and rolled on his back. His cock flipped up. Fully hard. Showing off about 7.5 inches of rock hard cock. A small bead of precum was beginning to peak through his piss slit. "Sorry. I don't mean to have a woody. It just kind of happened. I guess I haven't been touched for awhile", he said. "No worries. It's pretty common, actually. Don't give it any thought", I said to him. I then began to massage his chest. As my fingers crossed his nipples, I could feel them harden. He was responding, just as I had hoped. My fingers continued to flick across his nipples as I massaged his chest. Then I moved down to his abs. I was kneeling at the top of his head. I'd massage down his chest to his abs. Almost to his pubic hair. As I leaned over him, my tip of my cock would touch his forehead. I could see his cock "jump" each time my cock was touching his forehead and my fingers would get close to his cock. I then moved to the side and continued massaging his abs, but moving my hands to his hips. As I'd move around his crotch, my arm would brush against his rock hard cock. His cock would bounce as my arm brushed against it. I moved to his inner thighs and massaged just under his balls. He arched his back and let out another soft moan. His cock again would bounce and jump as I pressed under his balls. Then I softly cupped his balls. Softly caressing his balls and my fingers wrapped around his cock. He now let out a loud moan. His eyes still tightly closed as I began to stroke his cock and massage his balls. Precum now began to drip down his cockhead. Then I leaned down and licked the cum from the tip of his cock. He groaned, but did not stop me. Finally, I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and slid his cock down my throat. He didn't move to stop me, but his moans were so soft. I could barely hear them. But, he was moaning. And obviously enjoying my mouth. His cock was so beautiful, so big, and so hard. I really wanted his cock in my ass. But, that's a rare occasion for a str8 guy that I'm massaging to go as far as anal. Most feel they can get a blow job from some guy without being a threat to their heterosexuality. But anal is a line that most of them will not cross. But I had to take a chance and see if this HUNK would go there? So, I moved myself so that I was straddling over his abs. His hard cock was now pressed against my ass. I began to massage his chest from his position. I could feel him tense up when I straddled him. He briefly opened his eyes to look at me. But he then quickly closed them again and allowed me to continue to massage his chest. I again began to tease his nipples. They were hard as rocks. He was definitely enjoying the attention to his nipples. I would move my ass up and down just slightly. His cock was sliding slowly up and down my asscrack. I rocked in conjunction with massaging his chest. I did a couple of times lift my ass and then lower it, so that his cock would press into my ass cheeks. Almost to my hole. I repeatedly did this. And he wasn't stopping me. Finally, I reached behind me and took hold of his cock. I lifted my ass and moved his cock to my asshole. "Will you fuck me?", I asked? No response. He didn't open his eyes. He didn't say anything. He gave no response. Damn! Perhaps I'd gone too far? I rubbed his cockhead against my asshole. And again asked. "Want to fuck me?" "Just do it, and shut up", he growled. I grabbed the massage oil and squeezed a bit on the tip of his cock. Then I positioned it at my hole and began to slide down onto his large, thick, very hard cock. His cock slowly entered my ass and I took it all the way into me, balls deep. I then slowly began to rock back and forth on it. Pulling him nearly all the way out of me. Leaving just his cockhead into me, then sitting back down onto him. After a couple of minutes of this, I finally lifted myself off of him and climbed off. I got on my hands and knees and said, "Kneel behind me". As he was getting up to position himself behind me, I reached into my bag and pulled my poppers out. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass a bit more for his dick. I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers as I felt him begin to press back into me. His cock easily slid back into my hole. He then grabbed me around the waist and began to fuck me hard and deep. He was now grunting. "You Faggot", he growled as he slammed into me. "You like this? You like my big dick in your ass, you fuckin' queer?" He slapped my ass hard as he said this. "Fuck yeah", I grunted. And I sniffed more poppers. "Fuckin' pervert", he said as he pounded me harder and harder. SLAP! His hand stung on my ass as he slapped me and fucked me His fucking became harder and more furious. He was really slamming hard into me. Grunting and growling as he pounded my ass with his cock. Finally after about 10 minutes of furious fucking, ass slapping, and "whore shaming", he let out a loud groan. "Fuckin' Queer..!!! You fuckin' cocksucker! You filthy whore!" he was screaming at me as I felt his cock throb and he emptied his balls into my ass. As soon as he began to cum in me, he quickly pulled out of me. I spun around and took his cock into my mouth. His cock was still spurting cum as he shot a few more streams of cum into my mouth. He pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. He was looking down onto me and spit on me. "Fuckin' Queer!" "What made you think I wanted to fuck your faggot ass?", he shouted at me. I was now really nervous. It was turned on as hell, by his rough, masculine fuck. I love the verbal humiliation, the ass slapping and the spitting. He spit on my face again and said, "Get out!". I climbed up and dressed as quickly as I could. He was mumbling about what a fucking faggot I was. What a whore I was. How dare I make him fuck me. I grabbed my poppers, hand towels and oil. Threw them into my bag. I finished putting my clothes on and began to head for the door. My heart was racing. He seemed unhinged. I was literally shaking with fear. But also, very turned on by knowing this str8 guy had just put his seed in my ass and mouth. I left his house by the front door. Quickly got into my car in his driveway and backed out. I've been home for 2 hours now. I just got an email from him. "Hey, Queer. That actually felt pretty good. I might fuck your faggot ass sometime. But, you're gonna have to lick and eat my ass, first. Will you do that"? "Yeah. I'll eat your straight ass. And you can fuck my faggot ass anytime. Let me know", I wrote back to him. I sure hope he writes me again.

5. Seth At the sound of the stranger's voice, I froze. Not that it made a big difference. With Jon's hands wrapped around my waist and JP's hand on the back of my head, I wasn't moving much anyway. I had been lost in the world of pure pleasure, unconcerned with mundane topics like societal norms. But the stranger reminded me of my position; kneeling down on all fours, as one man had his cock buried in my ass and another man had his dick deep in my throat. "Relax," Jon said. It was amazing how connected I felt with him. Of course, that was how it should be; his dick was deep inside of me. But every other time I had been fucked, there was a condom between me and the other man. It took actually barebacking to realize how much that thin layer of rubber actually cut me off from my partner. "It's just Cal." Jon had told me about Cal. He was the third person in his relationship. I didn't fully understand it, but I accepted it. I knew that Cal was a lot younger than Jon or JP; Jon called him their boy. I was a bit jealous of Cal. He would get fucked by Jon and JP almost every day, and sometimes, he even fucked the two older studs. He had sent me pictures of him; he was tall and thin, with jet black hair and a smooth, hairless body. His dick was nice. It stuck up from a patch of dark hair, curved slightly to one side, and was about seven inches long although nicely thick. "We're in the bedroom," JP called out. He turned his attention to me. "No reason for you to stop yet," he continued, and guided me back to a steady rhythm of nursing on his shaft. "He'll be another raw dick for your collection. You ready for that?" I nodded as best I could his JP's cock deep in my throat. I was no longer quite as scared as when I first heard his voice. Jon had made it clear that Cal was part of the barebacker's club, and was looking forward to my initiation. Jon hadn't mentioned HIV, but it didn't matter. I was on PrEP, and with the first pill I had swallowed, all those fears about disease and illness had melted away. "I see you guys have already gotten started," Cal said. I tried my best to turn to see him, but JP held me in place and I just saw an outline out of the corner of my eyes. "Why don't you get naked and join us?" Jon said. "Seth's a hungry boy, and the old men aren't going to be able to fill his holes without some help." As Cal walked to the bed, he shed his clothes. He kicked off his shoes, then his tie, then the shirt and pants. Under the pants, he was wearing a white jock strap. It was hot to think of him at the office, his hole so exposed and ready. "You must be Seth," he said, as he crawled onto the bed with the three of us. JP was still holding my head in place. "Eahhh, I ahh," I said, as best I could with JP's cock in my mouth. "Don't worry. You've got more important things to do than talk. Make my man happy." I blushed. I didn't like my first interaction with Cal to be while I was getting spit-roasted between his lovers. He was hot; I wanted to be more than just a plaything to him. "How was your day?" JP asked. "Good. Phil called me into his office again. He was going to see his wife's parents this weekend" "And?" "He's headed there with his balls drained." "Good boy," Jon said. "That what I think it is?" Cal said. "Yeah," Jon replied. "You should catch up." Cal crawled to the edge of the bed. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard the flick of the lighter, and the unmistakable scent of the weed. Cal did a big hit from the pipe, and held it. "Me," Jon said, and Cal leaned in to shotgun the hit to Jon. Jon paused his fucking for a moment as the two men made out. As he kissed his boy, his dick twitched, and dribbled some pre-cum into my hole. As it got absorbed, images of a younger Cal getting fucked by Jon and JP flashed through my head. In my stoned, sexualized state, I couldn't explain how I had learned these things, other than the power of bareback sex. "My turn," JP said, as the two men broke off their kiss and exhaled the hit. "Of course," Cal said. He moved over to JP, his crotch now right in my field of view. His dick was straining against the white fabric of his jockstrap; it wouldn't be long before the jockstrap disappeared, and his shaft disappeared into me. Once more, there was the flick of the torch, the scent of the weed, and two men kissing. Like Jon, JP's cock twitched and leaked more of the salty pre-cum. This time, the image that flicked through my head was of a much younger JP slowly convincing Jon of the pleasures of pure, raw, male sex. "Nice," Jon said. "Let's not forget the guest of honor here." "Of course not," Cal said. "JP?" "I guess," he said. "But damn, it feels so good." "Plenty of time," Jon said. JP let go of my head and slowly pulled his cock out of my throat. It was not a quick yank; it took a few moments for the full length of his shaft to emerge from my mouth. Even though he was pulling it out, it reminded me even more of my submissive role that evening. "Fuck, that's nice. Got you all wet," Jon said. JP was momentarily silent. Cal stepped in, pulling me up to face him. "Hi," he said. "I'm Cal." He was smiling, his brown eyes looking me over. I felt even more naked and exposed than before. "Seth," I said. "It's great to finally meet you in the flesh. Jon has told me so much about you." He turned his attention to Jon, who was still right behind me, his cock deep in my hole. "How is he? As good as you thought?" "Exquisite," Jon said. "Tight. Hot. Welcoming. I want to breed him, but I never want to pull out." I blushed again. I wasn't used to being talked about as just a sexual object. "I can't wait," Cal said. "But first, something to set the mood." He placed the pipe in his mouth, and took a long drag from it. When he was done, a small wisp of smoke escaped from his mouth. He was so clean-cut, so young and innocent, he made it all seem so harmless. And it was. It was hardly the first time I had gotten stoned, nor the first time I had gotten fucked. The only difference was that it was the first time without a condom. But I didn't have to worry. I was an even more powerful drug and it was protecting me. "Now you," Cal continued. He grabbed my cheek, and pressed his lips against mine. As he exhaled, I inhaled, and the hit of pot was exchanged between the two of us. The shot gun quickly devolved into a kiss, and I let his tongue explore my mouth. "I can taste JP's pre-cum," he said. "So hot." He kissed me a while longer. "Do you want to taste my pre-cum too?" I nodded, still holding the hit. I wanted to know everything about these men, what they looked like naked, how their cocks felt inside me, what their pre-cum tasted like, and most of all, how their loads felt in my ass. My own dick twitched a bit, thinking about Jon cumming inside of me, and a bead of pre-cum dripped out. "I think he likes the idea," JP said, noticing the pre-cum. He reached down and scooped it off with a finger, then licked it clean. "He tastes pretty good himself. Like you used to taste." "Better get completely naked," Jon said. I couldn't hold it any longer, and exhaled the hit. "And I want another hit." Cal handed the pipe and torch over my shoulder to Jon, then pulled off his jockstrap. His movements were spare and simple; where I would have fumbled, he pulled his jock out and over, freeing his cock. It sprang out, already hard and eager for some play. "Want a taste?" he asked me. "Please," I said, trying to keep my attention focused on his face and not stare at the beautiful shaft swinging below us. "You know. I'm poz. Just like Jon and JP." Although Jon had told me that all of them were poz, it hadn't registered that Cal was too. Jon and JP were older men, men that I expected had gotten infected, men that might not have known. But Cal was almost my age, and he had the disease I feared so much. "It was a few years ago. Before there were the options you have. The freedom you have." A bit of mental math, little more than subtraction was all I could do in my stoned, sexualized state, suggested that it was these two men who had infected him. Somehow, it became very important that these men were positive. I needed to show myself that it didn't matter any more. That I could have sex with whomever I wanted, and have sex the way I wanted. "I know. It doesn't matter," I said. Behind me, Jon pressed his dick back into me. "For my first time, I want it to be men like you. To show myself it doesn't matter." "That's a good attitude to have," Cal said. Behind me, Jon exhaled his hit. "You ready for your first raw load?" Cal kissed me again. "Ready for your first poz load?" he asked me. "I want it," I said. A week ago, I would have been shaking in fear, wondering if I was signing my own death warrant. But today, it was different. I was shaking, but it was from pleasure. Jon's cock was hard and stiff, deep inside my body, and ready to explode. But I didn't care. There were powerful drugs keeping me safe and letting me focus on the pleasure. "Breed me," I said. "Breed me," I repeated. My cock throbbed at those two simple words. I had dreamt of saying them, shot my load thinking about them, and wondered if I would ever be able to say them. But today, this evening it was real. "Breed me, Jon. Shoot your load in my ass." Jon's cock was slamming into me; without bracing myself against Cal, he would have been pushing me around the bed. With each forceful stroke, his dick got even harder and dribbled a bit of pre-cum into me. "Give it to me," I grunted, between his strokes. "I want your load." "Oh hell yes," Jon said. "So fucking close here." "Give it to him," JP said. "Breed the boy. Mark him with your cum." "He's gonna shoot in you," Cal whispered. He licked my ear, and it sent shivers down my body. "Fill you with his cum. His poz cum. And you're going to love it." "Please," I moaned again. "Fuck me. Shoot your load in me. Breed me." "OH FUCK," Jon grunted. He slammed his cock into me one last time, and held it there. In the moment, time slowed down and every sensation got magnified. Jon's dick stopped deep in me, then pulled out a fraction of an inch, creating a tiny void in my body. Then a wave shot down the full length of his cock, starting at my asshole, then in my ass, and ending at his cockhead. The wave exploded into me. "OH FUCK," Jon yelled. He had just shot his first volley of cum into me. He had bred me. I had just gotten bred. It was no longer abstract. It was real. It was as real as the hot load of cum getting absorbed into my body. Years of jerk-off fantasies had just come true. "TAKE IT," Jon grunted again, pulling out, slamming back in, and another spurt of semen landed in my body. I realized I was trembling out of a combination of pleasure and relief. I was now officially a barebacker. I had taken a load from another man. I had even taken a poz load. There would be no going back now. There was no way I could imagine having sex with a rubber, as either a top or a bottom. "It's ok," Cal said. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. My heart was pounding against his chest. "I know what it's like. I remember the first time I took a load. It's ok." He ran his hand through my hair, and gave me a kiss. "It's ok." Jon shoved his dick into me a few more times, each stroke punctuated with a spurt of cum. "Good man," JP said, and gave Jon a kiss. "He needed that. And he needed you to do it." "Fuck," Jon gasped. His cock was still hard and deep inside me as the last few drops of his cum leaked out. "You're officially a barebacker now." "Thank you," I said. Jon collapsed on top of me. He was sweaty and hot, and the hair on his chest rubbed against my back. It felt so amazing. His cock was still inside of me and the last few drops of semen were dripping out and into me. It was hard to imagine a better way to lose my bareback virginity. "My pleasure. Thank you for taking my load," Jon said. "Yeah, yeah," JP said. "Hurry up with the aftercare. There's plenty of time to cuddle later. It's my turn to breed that hole." I might have just popped my bareback cherry, but Jon's load was only the beginning of what I would get over the next few days. "Give me a second," Jon said. He lifted himself off of my body, and slowly started to pull his cock out of me. "Don't want any of it to leak out." Cal gave me another kiss. "You ok?" he asked. "Ready for another load?" "Of course," I said. "I feel empty now." "Won't be for long," Cal said. "Jean-Paul has a big one. And he knows how to use it." "Think he needs any lube?" JP asked. "It's a big load up there, but it never hurts," Jon said. "Besides, this is a marathon, not a sprint. Can't let him get worked over too soon." "Good call," JP said. Jon's dick slipped out of my hole with a wet pop. It still seemed barely believable that the older stud had just fucked me. It seemed even less believable that I was going to get fucked by two more hot, hung men. Even better, they, like me, were barebackers. One of the two men dribbled a bit of lube on my hole. The cool liquid felt good, although it was a pale comparison with how a man's cock felt. "You ready?" JP asked me. He had lined his cock up with my hole. Despite how thick he was, Jon had opened me up, and I knew I could take him with ease. I nodded. "Of course." "That's what I want to hear," JP said. "Cal?" he asked. He didn't have to say anything else; the young man grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Big hit," Cal said. "Trust me," he continued. "You're gonna want it. He's a monster." I inhaled deeply. The warm chemical scent engulfed me as I turned back into a sexual being. I was meant to take cock. I need to take cock. "Give it to me." "Brave one," Jon said. "You're gonna love it." "Stop teasing me," I said. The poppers finished the sentence for me. "And fuck me." "As you wish," Jean-Paul said, and pushed his dick into me. I was immediately thankful for the poppers. JP's shaft was thicker than Jon's. He pushed it all the way into me on the very first stroke, and I could tell his dick was longer than Jon's. I was once more filled with cock. Even better, I was filled with raw daddy cock. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Cal asked me. I nodded in agreement. "Nothing like a big hard daddy cock fucking you, is there?" he continued. I wondered how he had known, if it was so obvious how I felt about the older man pounding me. Jon had told me he was in his early forties, but only said Jean-Paul was older than he was. It was hard to tell how old JP was, but even if he was just a year older than Jon, he had been fucking men longer than I had been alive. JP's The experience showed. With each stroke, he was pushing himself deeper into me, finding new parts of my ass that had never been touched by another man, and certainly never touched by an ungloved dick. As he fucked me, I realized just how big of a load Jon had deposited into me. I was grateful for it; it made JP's fuck so much more bearable. JP was carefully spreading it across the entire length of my hole, using it to lubricate each stroke. "Feel good?" Jon asked. "Amazing," JP said. "So hot." He pushed his dick into me and held it there. A bit of pre-cum dribbled from his cockhead; I couldn't see it, and could barely feel it, but I suddenly understood so much more about Jean-Paul. He had a sadness that I knew nothing would ever be able to fix. It was the sadness of loss, that so many of his friends and lovers were no longer with him. But there was the wisdom of age where he had accepted the sadness as part of himself and even was able to rejoice in it. "So fresh and ready," JP continued. Fucking me was his way of rejecting any concept of sex as death. Sex was a celebration, a way for two men to come together and be more than the sum of themselves. I was part of a new vanguard. I'd never have the fear that JP had. But I could share myself with him, and learn from him. "So fucking good." "And you? Cal?" Jon asked. "Don't want this to stop. Not ever." "Eventually, we need to take a break. But not for a while," Cal said. "Not for a long time." He grabbed the pipe and torch, and lit it. The smell of the weed already filled the room, but he added a bit more to it before he inhaled deeply. He kissed me, exhaling it into my mouth. It seemed like we kissed for hours, but it was just the change in perception of time that pot always did to me. Finally, he broke it off, and let me exhale. "Not until we're all drained. All of us," he said. I looked down, and saw that his cock was hard as a rock. Mine was also erect; my dick had never been harder or thicker than it was right now. I remembered what it had felt like to slide into Mick this morning. I wondered which man I would get to fuck first tonight, or even if I would get to fuck someone. Maybe this was just a weekend to take dick; in the heat of the moment it did not seem like the worst outcome. "Wanna suck it?" Cal asked. "Of course he does," Jon said. He put a hand on the back of my head, and pushed me down towards Cal's cock. "He's a hungry boy." I opened my mouth and let Cal's cock slide into me. In the space of only an hour or so, I had let three different men put their cocks inside me. I had read about promiscuous gay men, but it had always been other men, not me. I had the dream of a steady boyfriend, maybe even a family. It would be safe and what was expected. But now, there was another door that was opening for me. This one had no limitations and was a path of sex and pleasure. I licked the bit of precum from the tip of Cal's cock, savoring the salty, musky flavor. "Come on," Jon said. "You can take more of it." He pushed harder, forcing Cal's dick deeper in my mouth. Luckily, he stopped just as Cal's cockhead hit the back of my throat. Unfortunately, at that moment, JP pulled his dick almost all the way out, then slammed back in, forcing me forward. It was hard enough that Cal's cock pushed its way into my throat. I wasn't prepared for the intrusion, and I had to fight back the urge to gag. "Oh god," Cal grunted. "Let me in. So fucking good." I was struggling; my body had decided it wasn't ready for the foreign object, even as I wanted nothing more than to have the full length of Cal's tool down my throat. I gasped, only to find my airway blocked by cock. As panic set in, I realized how easy it would be to choke on cock. I wondered what my last thoughts would be, as the blackness took over. But, luckily, Cal pulled back, and I gasped for breath. "Fucking hot," Cal said. "Choking on cock." I nodded, not entirely sure I agreed with him, especially when it was me who was doing the choking. "Let's try it again," he said. This time I was prepared. I swallowed, and he pushed his cock into my throat. Smaller than Jean-Paul, when I was expecting it, it fit in easily. Although not quite as intimate as barebacking, sucking cock was still a great way to learn about a man and what made him tick. Where Jean-Paul had kept his hand on the back of my head, asserting his dominance, Cal cupped his hand around my cheek, almost caressing me as I worked my way down his shaft. "That's it, Seth," he said. "All the way down." Both approaches worked. For Cal, younger, more boyish, it was hard for him to assert authority. On the other hand, the masculine power of Jean-Paul was impossible to ignore and was completely core to his very identity. In either case, I wanted to make them feel good however I could. It was a genuine desire on my part; in the past, bottoming had been something I did, but did not always enjoy. Fundamentally, it was never as pleasurable as I thought it should be. But bareback was different. It was easy to take a dick, even one as big as JP's. It was easy to take his thrusts. Rather than recoiling from him, I found myself pushing back on his dick, trying to get more of it inside of me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted him to fuck me hard. Most of all, I wanted him to cum inside me. Only one man had cum in me, but already, I was craving another one. The connection we would share once his cum was inside me was something rare and beautiful. "Oh yeah," JP moaned. "Can't last long in this hole." "Cum in him," Jon said. "Shoot your hot load." JP pushed into me a again. Deep in my guts, I felt Jon's cum squish around Jean-Paul's cockhead, lubricating it as JP's cock slid in and out of my body. For so many years growing up, I had been told that this was unnatural, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed so perfect and right. "Give him what he needs." Need. It was a strong word. I needed oxygen. I needed water. I needed food. Did cum fall in the same category? It did. Even the briefest though of not getting JP's load struck me with terror, and I pushed back against his dick, making sure he couldn't pull out. "It's ok," JP said. He leaned down, resting his chest on my back. "It's ok, boy," he repeated. "You're going to get my cum. You're going to get bred." "Needy boy," Cal said. "You were just as bad," Jon said. "When you first started barebacking." "I know. I remember." Cal pushed his dick into my throat and held it. "I still am." His dick pulsed, and a dribble of pre-cum landed in my throat. "Now, give him your hot daddy load, so I can fuck him." He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I missed it, but it also let me focus on Jean-Paul and his throbbing shaft. "And you're just as demanding as ever," JP said. "But ok. You ready for another load?" he asked me. "Hell yeah," I said. "Fucking breed me. Shoot that load up there." I didn't care if I seemed like an over-eager cocksucker. I was in a group of men who understood the need, the undeniable need for seed. "Give it to me." "Of course, my hungry boy," JP whispered. "Any time you need it." He wrapped an arm around my chest, holding me in position. His arm was a man's arm. It was thick, muscular, and hairy and even if I tried, I wasn't sure I would be able to escape. But it wasn't scary. Rather, it made me feel safe and protected. JP was taking care of me; I was his boy, and he was going to give me his most precious gift. "So fucking close." he murmured. "Cum in me. Breed me," I grunted. I reached down and grabbed my cock. My shaft was as thick as it ever was, and dribbling pre-cum. JP grabbed my hand with his free arm, and pulled it away from my dick. "Not yet boy. Time for that later. Now, it's my cock you need to focus on. My load. You ready for it, boy?" I nodded. "Please," I said. "Give it to me." "Of course," he said. He pulled out, then pushed his dick all the way into me. His balls were pressed up against my hole, and his dickhead was deeper inside me than any man had ever gotten. He was in virgin territory with nothing between us. "Oh hell," Jean-Paul continued. "Oh fuck yes!" Deep in my guts, I felt his cock swell and then spurt. There was a gush of fluid into me, then that unique warmth of a man's cum. Another man had cum inside of me; Jean-Paul was the second notch on my bareback belt. "Oh yeah," I grunted, pushing my ass back against him, trying to get him deeper in my body. I wanted every precious drop of his spunk. "Take it," he said. "Take my load." Another spurt and more cum was now in my hole. His load was just as big as Jon's, and he was filling me up with his thick jizz. "Oh yeah." he continued, and a third spurt shot into my body. "Oh YEAH," he said, pulling his cock out slightly. It was just enough to feel how wet my hole was from the cum both men had deposited in me. "Take my cum." "Please," I said again. I wasn't sure if it was even possible to get too much cum in my ass. But this weekend, I would find out. I had gotten loads from Jon and Jean-Paul, and it would be only a few minutes before Cal was inside of me. The rest of the weekend promised even more bareback fucking. "Of course boy. As much as you want." "He's a good one, isn't he?" Jon said. "Amazing," Jean-Paul answered. "Milking it out of me." A fourth spurt, and then a fifth spurt landed in my hole. JP was starting to slow down, but his cock stayed hard. He worked his shaft in and out of my hole, rubbing his cum into me and lubricating me. "Ready for another donation?" he asked. "I think Cal's ready to get inside of you." "I want it all," I said. "Each of you." "As I said," Jon said. "He's a hungry boy. You ready to do the honors, Cal?" "Of course." Cal was still kneeling right in front of me, his hard cock in my face. "I want to find out if he's as good as you say he is."

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Whereas sometimes life is random, a story should have some sense of coherence. Do parties like this exist? Yes. (If you ask a former Master of mine, one who’d been a Jesuit and his other ex-Jesuit friends he’d bring by, he’d tell you definitely—in fact, much worse/better occurred, depending on how you see things.) For me, this party is a mixture of elements of your generic Black Party with one of several private fisting parties I’ve attended. For example, the simple walk-through of the “wide, dark tunnel” from the bottom of the stairs where Ash stumbles, to the main dance floor, that corridor is a direct lift from one such fisting party—one from a couple of weeks ago that’s still vivid. Here’s what really occurred: There’s about eleven of us. At one point I’m fisting a very advanced fistee going in very deep, and I see that the Crisco is turning pink. I ask him if he wants me to stop. He says go on. I’m turned on and start punching him, and the pink is starting to turn to red. I warn him and his response is “harder.” Meanwhile, in the next sling over a young Filipino kid, boy really, small, short, has a stool he’s jumping up on, climbing down from, trying every angle on this older guy he’s working on, fucking, fisting, both. I’m a little out of it, but his small frame definitely looks to me like a spider monkey. The sling on the other side of me has this seventy-year-old guy slowly punching a young twenty-year-old (who a few hours earlier had been fisting me). The guy in the sling’s very quiet for a very long time, simply taking each of the slow punches, then randomly he lets out an enormous wail. So combine this party, smash it together then edited it to a single paragraph, letting it play out as a prelude to the main dance space, gives you the sense of what it's like for Ash. Is it real? Yes. Is it true? I punt: sort of. Ash's financial fuck ups and payback, among other things, returns in The Phoenix.

Part 4 As we headed out of town, Master allowed me to sit in the seat, buckled up for safety, but had me naked, my newly caged cock on full display. We drove in silence for a while. I wanted to ask some questions, but was smart enough to know better. Eventually Master spoke. " You are pleasing me very much so far boy. Only three small infractions so far. Not bad for a new slave. Your third infraction was at the shop when I had to tell you twice to get on your knees. You will learn to never hesitate when I give an order. I want you to know boy, I have no intention of inflicting permanent damage on you ever. I can be occasionally cruel, inflict pain, humiliate you, but you will never question or hesitate. You will only obey if you want to be my slave, or be punished or dismissed altogether." My heart sank at this tbought. "I am pleased that you've so far never questioned a load I've made you take. I told you last night I was clean and keep my boys clean. I've known all the men that have bred you very well. When I order you to take a strangers cock, it will be safe, but you will ALWAYS eat the load. A slave never wastes cum. Are we clear boy?" "Yes Sir." "Good. I have lived in this city for a long time. The leather community is really tight. We look out for each other like one gigantic family because even in the gay community, many look down on us. After this weekend, you will officially be part of the family, so don't disrespect it. Understand boy?" "Yes Sir. I never would shame or dishonour you." "Good boy, so you must have a question for me? Go ahead." I hesitated a moment before I asked. "Well Sir, you seem so amazing, but what happened to your other slaves?" "Good question boy. Various things. My last boy, well, he was going to college. I supported him in trade of being my 24/7 slave. His only responsibility beyond me was school. He achieved his Master's degree and moved on. It wasn't easy, but that's life. My slave before him decided after 4 months that it wasn't for him. So he broke it off. My slave before him had to leave to take care of his sick mother. He had served me for 3 years. You see boy, you're free to leave whenever you want. But as long as you stay, you will submit completely, obey every order, and always please me. I've dismissed slaves before because they had trouble with those 3 things." I just sat in silence while he conitinued. "Now, as part of your total obedience, I have no obligation to tell you where we're going. I tell you because you're new to this. We're going to see a couple thats held in VERY high esteem in the community. They have been together for years, are retired, quite well off and possess a very impressive dungeon. You will call them Master M and Master G, who has a beard. They have 3 slaves. Slave Alpha and Slave Beta have served them for many years. They are all your superiors. Slave Gamma, they call him Thing. He is probably the only slave around currently lower than you. I won't go into details about him now, you may not even see him. Thats all you need to know." We drove the rest of the way in silence. The trip took about an hour, and took us out to some very secluded properties. We pulled up to a large house that sat on several well wooded acres. As Master guided me out of the car, he snapped his fingers and I dropped to my hands and knees. He led me up to the front door and rang the bell. "Welcome Master F." One of the slaves said opening the door. "Good to see you. The Master's are already down stairs." We followed him to a door and a staircase. Master motioned me to stand and walked me down the stairs. I dropped to my hands and knees immediately at the bottom. Master guided me over to two older, but still hot men sitting in throne like chairs. "Present!" he ordered me. I instantly snapped into position. "Frank! How are you?" asked Master G, as the men stood and hugged. "So this is your new one? Not bad at all! You think he's a keeper?" "You bet I do! He's eager, a quick learner, and displays a real desire." I beamed with pride at Master's compliments. "He's taken 7 since last night, 2 from me, and eaten 2. He even took Big Ben. Of course he's tweaked as fuck, but..." The men all laughed at that. "And just 3 minor infractions." "Great!" said Master S. "Lets get him on the fuck bench and add another shard. Bill and Chris should be here any minute. I couldn't get a hold of Charlie." "Awesome!" Exclaimed Master. "That's at LEAST 4 more. Pretty impressive considering this has all been such short notice." "You know the guys Frank." Said Master G, when it comes to.breaking in a new slave, we do our best to pitch in. Sloppy seconds, thirds or more is one thing, but missing out on a slaves breaking in sucks!" The men laughed again as their slave led me to a bench and told me to climb aboard. I laid face down and was securely restrained and blindfolded. The plug was removed, a finger stuck in and the plug replaced. Something I was now well familiar with. Very shortly I heard more voices join in, greeting each other, congratulating Master on his new boy. Then I heard the discussion turn serious. "So Frank said he had 3 minor infractions." "Well he"s brand new." "It's still infractions. Teach them from the beginning." "True, if you let it slide, they don't learn." "So, 30 with the flogger?" "Sounds good. So who should do it?" "Well it's Franks boy, he sbould." The men grew silent and I shook. Then It hit me across the ass. I cried out in pain and shock. But there was no time to think. They came fast and hard. My ass felt like it was on fire. After about 10 or so, it felt less painful, almost pleasurable. As the last few hit me I was moaning, and my cock strained in it's cage. The pain turned me on and made me even hornier. The plug was pulled out of my ass and a mask filled with poppers was placed over my nose. A cock slammed deep and hard into my open hole and I let out a deep, gutteral moan. The next few hours were a complete blur. I was so high and had been fucked so much, I could barely tell what was happenening anymore. I'm pretty sure they would fuck me for a bit then switch cocks in my cunt. All I know is once the first Master slammed into me, I was fucked non-stop till everyone was satisfied. I could hear my ass make slurping sounds as it was pummeled relentlessly. I just relaxed and let the Master's pound my totally wet, loose slavehole. Not that I could have stopped them. Not that they would have cared. They were breaking in a new slave, and that's all that mattered to them. During this marathon fuck, I was presented with 3 different cocks to suck. The 2 house slaves, and I'm sure the other Master's brought a slave, unless I had to suck off Thing just to humiliate me. All I know is I gave all three the best suck job I could, since my mouth was the only hole I had any control over at this point. I couldn't even squeeze my ass muscles anymore. All I could do is let the Master's enjoy themselves as they busted wide open a new slave. Finally the last Master must have cum, because my hole was not immediately filled when the last cock pulled out, making a shlooping noise. The Master's examined my wrecked hole, commenting on what a pretty rosebud it was, especially with cum dripping out. I could see flashes going off as pictures were taken. I'm sure they had well documented the entire session. Then I felt a plug going in, securely locking all the Master's cum inside me. It was bigger than my previous plug, yet I could barely feel it at this point. Hell, I probably wouldn't even feel Big Ben at this point, I was so high and fucked wide open. I was worried my hole would never be normal again. One of the slaves untied me and removed the blindfold, helping me off the bench as Master ordered to present to the slaves and thank them, then the Masters. I assumed the position, thanking each slave for their cum. Then I crawled and presented to the Master's. Before I could speak Master said, "We're going to play a little game first, boy. You see, you took 5 more loads this afternoon, but I didn't fuck you. That means 1 Master came twice. You will open your mouth and each Master will put his cock in to.be.cleaned off. Then after you have given your thanks, you will try to guess which Master came twice. If you're wrong it's 15 lashes. Guess wrong twice, 30. 3 wrong, 60. Go." I opened my mouth and Master G put his cock in, which I quickly cleaned all the juices off of. Then the other 3 Masters followed. Then I thanked each Master for giving me their cum. "So boy, which Master?" my Master asked. I thought hard for a moment. Master's M. and G. were in their late 60's, probably harder for them to cum twice, but not impossible I supposed. Master's B and C looked to be in their late 30's, and obviously worked out. From here it was a wild guess. "Um....Master B, Sir?" I guessed. All the Master's expressed their disappointment because I had guessed right. They had wanted to see me abused more. "Well men, fairs, fair." said my Master. " But I DIDI tell him I could be cruel! You came twice Bill. You deserve a reward!" The Master's cheered. "60 free lashes! Boy, turn around and stick that ass in the air." I reluctantly obeyed but didn't dare hesitate and shame my Master. The flogging came swift and hard. But damn if it didn't make my cock hard again. I was really digging getting whipped! At about the 20th stroke I started to pleasurably moan. Each hit elicited a louder and louder response from me. By 40 I had instinctively raised my ass higher, saying yes after each fresh strike. By the time Master B. was done, I was begging him for more. The Master's laughed. "Looks like you've got a little pain pig on your hands Frank." laughed Master B. Guess you have to find another punishment. This is more of a reward. Look how much his cock leaked on the floor." "Yea, I guess so. Lick that up boy!" Master ordered. I licked up my cock juice and was taken upstairs. I was led to the car by another slave as the Master's said their goodbye's. As we drove away, Master asked me how my hole felt now that 10 different cocks had fucked me in less than 24 hours. "Honestly, I don't really feel it right now Sir. I mean, I can tell there is a bigger plug in it, but it doesn't hurt." "Oh it will boy, trust me. Your hole is in fine shape, there's been no blood. But once you come down from being high....it will be sore." Master laughed. "Remember when I told you I would fuck you so much this weekend you wouldn't be able to walk tues? You will note I never said it would only be my cock. I haven't fucked you yet today, and Travis our waiter hasn't fucked you yet. Theres 2 more this eve. And he possibly might find a couple more. And then we still have tomorrow boy. If I can't rustle up some tops tomorrow, then I will turn in my Leather Master card! You begged for this boy. You begged to be my slave. Are you still sure boy? Remember, I know a lot of people." "Bring it Sir! Please!" I smiled at him as I ground my welted ass into the seat, pushing the plug against my prostate while my tina dick strained in it's cage.

Just before classes began again, Connor and I went to a party at his friend's house. Connor and I knew separate groups of gay guys and a lot of the guys he knew were locals, not students. I was wearing an outfit appropriate for August - shorts, a jockstrap and a fraternity t-shirt I found in Connor's drawer. He said he stole the shirt off a guy he fucked during a fraternity party before we met. I thought it made my chest and arms look good, so I wore it. Connor was sexy as ever, polo shirt, shorts and some new underwear I bought him. Connor and I had stopped at the Corner Pocket, a twink (and I thought hustler) bar before we got to the party. The reason we went there was because we got really cheap and really strong drinks and sometimes older guys would but us a second round, as happened that evening. I was buzzed leaving the bar. We were a big hit once we arrived at the party. I hadn't met a lot of these guys yet - some were in their 30s and others I knew from the bars. Shots were passed around. I didn't do any, but Connor did. I made it straight for the food. I knew I wouldn't last long if I didn't eat. But after like three potato chips this couple started talking to me and I gave in and I took a shot. Another hour and I was pretty drunk. As I was thanking the host for inviting us, Connor put his hand down my shorts and fingered my hole that he had fucked two hours earlier. He whispered that he could feel his cum in me. I blushed. I looked at the host, trying to continue the conversation, but it was obvious he heard Connor. The host leaned in and said, "You look like such a good boy. Slut!" He smiled and laughed. I relaxed. Connor and I drank more. He fingered me a couple more times. I was starting to get a permanent semi hard on because I was thinking about his cock. The party started to thin out around 1am as people left for the bars and bathhouse. I no longer thought of the bathhouse as a dirty, sleazy place. I had started to think of it as a part of nightlife. A choice. We could go to the bathhouse, a party, a bar. It was all becoming the same for me. I was thinking about how much things had changed since high school when Connor slipped behind me. He said, "Your cock is showing. Are you horny?" I said yes. He said, "Good. Let's do some shots. Then we can go fuck." We went over to the bar area and we were preparing to do a tequila shot. One of the guys suggested we do body shots. Connor smiled. He lifted off my shirt and licked my sweaty chest. He put the salt on my chest, took the shot in his hand, licked my chest, swallowed the shot and then sucked the lemon. It turned me on. I did it to him. Then other guys had their shirts off and were doing it to each other. I did another body shot on Connor. Then the host said, "I know a really sexy shot. Put the salt on your ass cheek and the guy will do the shot down your ass crack." I laughed. Connor reached over and unbuttoned my shorts. As my shorts fell to the floor I instinctively stepped out of them. Connor licked my ass cheek and kneaded both my ass cheeks. He put the salt on my ass. At this point I realized that other than Tamia singing about A Stranger in her House, everything was quiet. I looked back. The host held the tequila. Connor pushed me to bend over further. He licked, the host poured the tequila and Connor jammed his face in my ass crack to swallow it all. Connor struggled to drink the tequila, but he found my hole. I got hard as soon as Connor's tongue touched my hole. I moaned out loud as the host stopped pouring tequila and Connor ate my ass. He only ate my ass for a minute, but I was so fucking hard. Connor stopped and stood up. I straightened up, but tried to hide my erection in my jockstrap. I looked for my shorts, but the host gave me a shot. I did the shot as I heard the room erupt in cheers. I stood there as guys congratulated me and felt my wet ass. I almost bent over again as I felt a finger on my hole, but I realized I didn't know the guy. I went over to Connor who said he wanted to do another ass crack shot. I agreed, got on the couch on my knees and bent over the back of the couch. Connor and the host got into position again. I felt his tongue on my ass cheek and then I felt the wet liquor on my ass crack and Connors tongue just below my hole, near my taint. I moaned out load as Connor started making out with my ass. I felt his tongue slide inside me as the wet liquor stopped pouring. Connor stopped and sat beside me. He told me to suck his cock. He undid his shorts and I bent over and thrust my mouth onto the cock strained underwear. I pushed them down and started to suck him off. I felt fingers touching my ass and felt someone pulling at my jockstrap. As the jockstrap was slipped off my body, I lifted my legs to leg it go. I straddled Connor and lowered myself on his cock. I felt his cock slide inside me as I pushed down. I heard lots of encouragement from the other guys. Everyone was watching me ride Connor's cock. I was riding it slowly at first, just as Connor likes me to do, and then I felt his hands on my ass. I knew he was about to take over this fuck. I heard the guys talking about how I was riding bareback. One guy threw a condom at us. Connor threw it back at the small crowd. Then he jammed his cock into my ass as he pushed my hips down. I took his full length inside me and started to moan. I was naked in the middle of the room riding my boyfriend's bare cock as he was wearing a polo shirt and his underwear and shorts were pushed down his thighs. He started to fuck me harder. I held the back of the couch as Connor thrust up into me. I heard the guys saying, "Fuck the slut!" and "Make the bitch take that cock." among other things. It wasn't long before Connor was making fast, short strokes in my ass. I knew he was going to cum. Connor looked me in the face and said, "I'm close. Tell me what you want." I reached back with one hand and felt his bare cock sliding in and out of my hole. I felt his shaved balls as they tightened. I said, "Cum in me." I heard the room go silent for just a second as this was still a time when a lot of guys used condoms for fear of AIDS. I begged him again as I felt his cock and tightened balls. "Cum in my ass." Connor pulled me down and toward him, exploded in my ass and bit my chest. He'd never bitten my chest before. It hurt. I was shocked. I was also euphoric from the alcohol and the fuck. I slid off his cock. I asked if anyone had my jockstrap. Someone gave it to me. I was still hard, but I slipped it on over my hard cock. I kissed Connor. The host said, "Don't sit on my couch before you clean up." The room laughed and I blushed. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I was in the bathroom, washing my hands and wetting a towel the host gave me to clean my ass when a guy slipped in the room behind me. He was a in his 20s, bulky like a baseball player and had awesome biceps. I had noticed how sexy he was earlier in the evening. He grinned at me in the mirror, closed and locked the door, and kissed me as his hard cock pressed through his shorts onto my ass. I thought about Connor, but this guy's cock felt good and he was kissing me hard. He slid his hand down and freed my cock from the jock. Then his hands went to my ass. He kneaded my ass and I moaned. I bent over the sink and reached back to feel his cock. He said, "Take my cock out." I unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers. He placed his cock on my hole and without another word he slid his bare cock inside me. I looked at his face as his cock entered my ass. He smiled a cocky grin at me. I felt his hairy balls and the boxers on my ass. He had bottomed out in one firm stroke. I didn't know this dude's name and I was bent over in another guy's bathroom taking his bare cock. He said, "Gotta be fast." He started fucking me with purpose. I moaned loudly. He kept his eyes on my face in the mirror as he fucked me. I saw him get red and his face muscles tightened. He said, "Say it. Tell me you want it." I moaned and almost involuntarily told this guy whose name I didn't know, "Cum in my ass. Give me your cum." I felt his cock jerk inside me. His hands gripped my hips harder. He could tell he had cum in my ass. He unlocked and opened the door. Before I could even recover from his fuck, another man stepped in the bathroom. His name was Mark or Mike or something with and M. He was older, but hot as fuck. He dropped his shorts and kicked my legs apart. He slipped his bare cock inside me. He asked if I liked getting fucked bareback. I said yes. He said, "Slut!" He started pumping my hole. I grunted and held onto the sink. After a few minutes he said, "Do you want my load? Do you want my cum?" I looked at him in the mirror and said, "Yes. Cum in me." He did. He bit my shoulder as he came in my hole. He slipped his cock from my ass and I said, "That was really hot Mike." He said, "My name is Nick you slut." He smiled, slapped my ass and left the bathroom. Three other men fucked me in the bathroom before the host found me. I had cum dripping down my legs from Connor and 5 other men. He slipped his finger inside me and said, "What will Connor say?" I begged him not to tell Connor as I undid his shorts and pushed down his underwear. The host slid his cock in my wet ass and said, "You've taken all this guys raw?" I asked him what raw meant. I thought I knew it meant bareback, but I wasn't totally certain. He said, "They all fucked you without condoms." I looked at him in the mirror sheepishly, knowing that was wrong of me not to use condoms. He said, "Raw cock. Like mine. I don't have a condom on. You didn't ask for one and didn't put one on me as you lined my raw cock up to your hole." His words were making me very hard. He said, "Do you like taking raw cock? Bareback cock?" I said, "Yes I like it bareback." He said, "That's so hot you young slut. I'm going to cum inside your ass. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Yes cum in my ass. Fuck me and cum in me." He sped up his fuck. In about two minutes, the host jammed his cock inside me and came in my wet ass. He said, "Feel free to take a shower." He opened the door and Connor was standing there. I was shocked. I almost cried. Connor stepped in the bathroom and felt my ass. He said, "How many other guys fucked you?" I told him 6. He took his cock out. It was hard. He smiled a sexy smile and said, "It was so hot listening to you beg other guys for their cum." He slipped his dick inside my now sore ass. I hadn't cum yet. I was very hard. And he was my boyfriend so I resisted the pain. I let him slide in deeply in one stroke. I bent over the sink and he fucked me for about 10 minutes. He was getting close and he started jerking my cock. He said, "Tell me you want my load." I said I did. He said, "Say it louder." He was stroking me and I was almost ready to cum. I said, "CUM IN MY ASS CONNOR. CUM-----IN------ME!!!" I know everyone heard us. I came all over the sink. He came in my ass. We collapsed on each other. We showered, found our clothes and left. The next day Connor and I discussed how hot it all was to fuck with his friends. He fucked me again in the middle of the conversation. He came in my ass again. Then we set some ground rules for sex outside the relationship. 1. Only with the other person's knowledge and/or participation. I'd need to tell him if I was going to get fucked by another guy in the bathroom of a party, before not after the sex. 2. Only negative guys. 3. Only hot guys, friends, and hot friends of friends. Connor had a thing about only wanting to fuck the hottest guys. I was flattered by that statement I thought, ok, cool: 1. Only with the Connor's knowledge and/or participation. Cool. 2. Only hot guys and friends. Cool. Our friends were awesome. (Just look at last night.) 3. Only HIV negative guys. I kissed Connor and readily agreed to our new rules.

Last night, feeling super horny! A fellow who I have met once before, but with a beautiful cock came over. I was on cam filming live initially, sucking his cock getting it nice and hard. Then, we went off cam to concentrate on some hard fucking, and he bent me over on my couch and rammed his cock in me He fucked me hard for a good 15 min or so, before pushing in deep, and I could really feel his cock pulsing! He pulled out, and I turned around to lick him clean He dressed, thanked me, and headed out. After he left, I was so fucking horny! He had came so much I could feel it leaking out, and reached around, and felt some, then pushed a bit and a whole lot of cum gushed out in my hand. I licked it all up! Over the course of the night, another guy had been wanting to come over, but kept delaying it, for what ever reason, so I didn't expect him to make it, when another top guy who has fucked me several times messaged me. He is always great! He was over in about 30 min. No lube needed He knew I had had a guy over already and never asked any questions, but immediately bent me over and started licking my ass like crazy. Drove me wild! He then sat on the couch, where I started sucking his cock, getting it nice and wet. He pulled my on top of him, and returned to licking my ass. A few min more and he pushed me off, turned me over onto all 4's on the couch, pushed his very nice cock into me. By now I was going wild, moaning loudly, knowing he was fucking all that cum in me! He usually lasts awhile, but, after only about 5 or 10 min he held still, and all he said was 'I am done here'. Haha, it was funny and hot. He slowly pulled out, and again I turned and sucked his cock, tasting all that cum on him. He left thanking me. Well, wouldn't you guess that the guy who kept putting it off messages me and says he is minutes away! I was like, wtf! I knew the other guy had just walked out the door, and told him I am off to bed. He was relentless. I have met him once before, and caved in. Well, more cock! He got here in about a minute. Took him upstairs to my bed to get more comfortable. He has fucked me once before but with a condom. We started playing on the bed, and I sucked him good and hard, moving up and sliding my ass around on his cock. He had said he just wanted a bj. I was way too horny, and kept grinding and teasing his cock, of course being so well lubed by this point. I also reached around and pushed my finger into my ass, letting a bunch of cum pour out, to lube his cock right up. He mentioned that if I keep doing that, he is worried what will happen. I said to just do what you like. He mentioned condoms, and I said ok, but you just wanted a bj tonight. He laughed and kept rubbing, and before you know it, his cock slid in. He kept repeating that we shouldn't be doing this, he has a gf, but, he kept fucking me, and I stayed on top Eventually, he pushed me up and off, and said he will finish in my mouth. Ok, I sucked him for quite awhile but he was not going to cum. So, eventually I just told him to cum by jo and put it in my mouth when he is ready. I rolled unto my front as he wanted to see my ass while jo. I humped my ass up and down, all while he gazed at my ass with a mad look, pulling his cock! I could tell he was getting close, and told him to cum in my lips, but, he rolled on top of me, said he wanted to cum on my ass. Ok! Well, he was really grinding between my cheeks, when all of a sudden he pulled back and pushed right in! He fucked like a madman for a few more hard thrusts, then stiffened, groaned, came in my ass a bit then pulled out and completely covered my ass and back with 3 or 4 huge blasts! It was hot! I reached back, pushing some into my ass, and licking my fingers. I turned over, and using as much cum as I could get, including more from my ass, jerked my cock to my own big cum shot, shooting up and all over, even hitting my face! Wow! What a night!

Part 3 "First things first." said Master. "Go into the bathroom boy. There are clippers on the counter, and razors and shaving cream in the cabinet. I want you hairless from the neck down. I'd help you, but it's tedious, and it's a slave's responsibility to keep himself hairless at all times. And I have other things to do. I give you EXACTLY 30 minutes from the moment you enter the bathroom. When you are done, you will find me and present yourself wearing your slave gear. First lesson. When you present yourself, you will kneel, legs spread, and hands clamped behind your head, head bowed." "Yes Sir!" I said jumping off the bed. Luckily I wasn't very hairy so it hopefully wouldn't take long. I grabbed the clippers and went to work. I worked as quickly as I could and was soon totally smooth. I replaced my slave items and ran to the living room, presenting myself as ordered. "33 minutes." said Master. "I gave you 30. This will be noted." "I'm sorry Sir!" I replied. "No boy. To apologize is to make an excuse. If you fail at a task and I tell you so, you simply reply "yes Sir."" "Yes Sir." I replied, disappointed that I had displeased him, even minorly. Master then felt my body all over, especially my ass, looking for any missed hair. "You did a good job boy, that pleases me. Now we will shower. You will follow me on you hands and knees. You will shower first. You have 2 minutes to thoroughly wash your body. Then I will step in and you will wash me. I'll instruct you how when I get in there. When we finish, there is 1 towel. You will thoroughly dry me off, then you may dry yourself. Eventually I'll teach you to shave me, but not today. Then we brush our teeth and get dressed. I have clothing items that I hope fit you. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" I replied and I followed him into the bathroom. The shower went smoothly and I crawled after him into the bedroom. Master started rummaging through the closet, pulling out various items. "What size waist are you boy?" "32 Sir." "Well damn it. My last two slaveboys were 30. These will be too small. Oh well, I was going shopping anyway. Your regular jeans will do till then. This will fit though." he said tossing me a leather harness. I put it on, loosening the buckles a little. Master put on jeans, a black tee shirt and a biker jacket and sat on the bed. "Fetch my boots boy and put them on for me. Then kiss each one. Then go put on your clothes except your tee shirt and present by the door." "Yes Sir!" I said, starting into the living room. "Hands and knees boy!" Master barked. "I didn't give you permission to walk!" I dropped to my knees instantly, angry again at myself for my error. I fetched Masters boots, put them on, kissed them, and crawled back to my clothes. I quickly dressed and presented at the door. Master attached a leash to my collar and said, "Stand up boy, lets go. You will follow behind me at all times." He led me a couple blocks to a local gay restaurant, where he of course knew everyone. "A new one Frank?" asked the waiter as he approached the table. "Yup. And it's his birthday too." Replied Master. "Just breaking him in as of last night. If your free after 6 we should be back by then if you want to help out." Back by then I thought to myself. Wonder where were going? But I knew better than to ask. "Nice." replied the waiter. "Always happy to help a friend out! I can probably round up at least a couple more if you like." My horny ass twitched on the plug hearing this. I never imagined a weekend like this in my life! "How many so far?" "6, two were mine. And Big Ben has already been in there." "Damn! You ARE breaking him in. Got him spun?" " Of course." Frank laughed. "And why do you think I brought him here? I knew you worked Sundays and I wanted you to see my new toy." I blushed a bit as the men talked about me like an object. But I had told Master I wanted to be his slave. "So we'll have 2 large OJ, fruit and scrambled eggs. You gotta force yourself to eat boy when you do tina, even though your not hungry." Master said as the waiter left. We ate our food, and I did have to force mine down, then went back to the apartment to wait till the leather store opened. I stripped as soon as I walked in the door, which made Master smile. He snapped and pointed to the sofa, and I sat on the floor while he retrieved something from the bedroom. He returned with the baggie and a glass pipe. "I'm going to teach you how to smoke it now boy. I won't show you because I never partake on Sundays cause of work. But you have an extra day, and you'll be happy I kept you high." Master loaded a big load and taught me how to do it. 8 big hits later and I felt ready to take on the world. "Get dressed and present at the door." was all Master said. I did, remembering to crawl this time. He led me out the door to his car, instructing me to sit on the floor. We drove to the leather/sex store and he led me inside. Of course it did not surprise me when he was greeted by name. "Hey Frank." said the old queen behind the counter. He recognized me as I frequently shopped there myself for poppers and lube and such. He flirted with me every time, but I'm sure he flirted with everyone, hoping for some action. But he was old, overweight, and generally not attractive. "A new one? About time someone caught this little tease!" "Nice catch Frank." said one of the other people working. He was a sexy bear. The third employee was his boy, a smaller, younger version of him. "What can we help you with?" asked the old queen, looking at me lasciviously. "Lets start with a chastity cage. Something for long term that can be hidden fairly easily." Replied Master. My heart leaped. Long term? Did I just bite off more than I can chew? But I said nothing. The twitching in my ass told me I wanted this. Why dont we take a couple options into the dressing room? We probably need some assistance." My heart beat faster as I realized the old queen was about to see my tiny tina dick. "Of course, gladly." Replied the old queen taking three devices out of the case. " This may take a bit." He said to the bear. The bear just smiled as we were led to the back dressing rooms. Once inside Master ordered me to drop my pants. I did, but slowly, feeling humiliated. "Tiny little dick, isn't it" Said the queen. "He's high as fuck right now. Breaking him in. It isn't always this small. How big is your cock when its hard boy?" "About 6 1/2 inches Sir." I replied meekly. "Well I think this one will be perfect. The cage is 3 inches long and easy to press down and hide. Comfortable to wear, but painful if he gets an erection. Shall I put it on him?" "By all means." Said Master. The old queen fondeled and manipilated my cock and balls, obviously enjoying it. Eventually it was all together, locked, and the key handed to Master. "I think I'll start with a week. If your a good boy, I might let you cum. Now, I think this man deserves a tip for his excellent service. On your knees boy!" I hesitated, looking at Master with disbelief. "You heard me, slave." I slowly sank to my knees, utterly humiliated that I was about to be made to suck off this gross man. Both men just leered down at me as I slowly unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. I pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal a dick that looked like mine right now. I had to duck under his belly to even get it in my mouth. I started sucking, at least he was clean, and it started to grow. At full hardness it was about 4 inches. It didn't even reach near my throat. I sucked him as best I could, hoping to get this over with. "I bet you never imagined you'd ever have my dick in your mouth, did you? You little slut." Sneered the queen. "Bet you thought you were too good to serve a man like me didn't you? Well your Master is proving otherwise. He'll teach you your place, you dirty little whore. Suck me bitch. Eat my cum!" I wanted to cry, I felt so degraded. But the strangest this was, my dick got hard a little bit. Being degraded and humiliated was turning me on more than I ever thought. The nastier the queen talked to me, the harder I sucked his cock. "That's right bitch. Suck it like the nasty little cock whore you are!" He demanded. "You are nothing but a dirty, slutty, nasty, cumdump. Take my cum you worthless bitch. Swallow it like the piece of trash you are! EAT IT BITCH!" He yelled at me as he flooded my mouth with a surprisingly large load. My cock got hard and strained against it's new cage as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his groin, pumping his load into my mouth. When he finished, he pushed me off and said to Master, "Thank you for that." "And what do YOU say boy?" "Thank you Sir." I said, looking up at the queen. "Thank you for your cum." The old queen just laughed at me as he left the room. "Stay here boy." Master ordered me, leaving the room. Shortly he returned with the bear who was carrying a pair of leather shorts, the kind that zipped down the front and up the back. "Try these on boy." He said, handing them to me. They were a perfect fit. "So you said you're breaking him in?" asked the bear. "How many so far?" "Just 6 so far, and 2 are mine. But I've got him high as hell and horny as fuck. He'll be getting more today." "Excellent." said the bear, unzipping the back of my shorts. "Well of course I'm happy to contribute." The bear dropped his pants to reveal an almost already hard cock. " Hey boy!" he shouted. "Get in here!" The bear pulled the plug out of my ass as his boy entered the dressing room. " I've got a treat for you boy. We've got a brand new slave here getting broken in. I'm going to let him suck you off while I fuck him." The boy dropped his pants, revealing that he too was in chastity. "It's been a month for him this time, and he's been good. So what the hell. What's better than making a new slave suck off another slave?" The bear slid his cock into my hole as he handed his boy the key. The boy freed his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It didn't take long to get hard. I sucked it as hard as I could while the bear jackhammered my slavehole. Master just smiled watching me take two cocks for him for the first time. Not surprisingly the boy didn't take long to cum at all, soon filling my mouth with his copious load. I greedily swallowed it down. The bear fucked me hard and fast for probably 2 more minutes before he buried himself and pumped a fresh load into my increasingly slutty cumhole. "Clean my dick boy." he ordered his own slave. The boy sucked the cum and ass slime off his Master's cock, then locked his own back up. "I got him trained well." said the bear. "Thank you Sir's." I said. "Thank you for your cum." "Mines learning quick." said Master. "He's going to be good." We all pulled and zipped up our pants and left the dressing room. Master paid for his purchases, and as we left the old queen shouted, "Come back soon! We LOVE it when you bring your boys shopping with you." Master just laughed. We got in the car and started driving out of town.

Thanks to all the guys that enjoy my stories. I'm sorry I don't add chapters more quickly, and I haven't totally abandoned my other stories either. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated, but tonight I am, lol. Blown some clouds, shoved a nice shard up my ass followed by a nice sized plug, tied up my cock and balls real good, and clamped my nipples, got some good ole T.I.M.playing, (Christian and Ian Jay are probably my favourite cumdumps!)....so I'm ready to add a chapter or two! Part 2 Master went to the closet and started taking a few things out. "Do you trust me boy?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. Even though I had just met him, I was totally under his spell and would do ANYTHING to please him. "Good boy!" he smiled as he started hanging a sling onto his bed. As soon as it was up he had me climb in it and quickly had me secured. Then he took earplugs and inserted them into my ears. This was followed by a heavy leather mask with a mouth gag which he tightened around my head. In a matter of minutes I was imobile, unable to see, hear or speak. Master left the room for a while, I have no idea how long, time was irrelevant. Eventually I suddenly felt fingers pulling the plug out of my ass, leaving me temporarily empty. Then I felt fingers entering my hungry hole, quickly followed by that burning sensation again and I knew another shard had been shoved into me. This was followed by what I knew was a dildo. It wasn't super thick, but it was very long, and I moaned and writhed as I felt it go deep inside me, past my inner sphincter. Master pulled it in and out, pushing it further and further each time untill I swear it must have been in my stomach. I just moaned like a slut while my soft dick leaked and leaked. After probably 30 or so minutes of this, he pulled it out and replugged me. Then I was left alone for a while. The next thing I felt were fingers again pulling out the plug being quickly followed by something else being inserted. I knew it wasn't another dildo, it was a real cock. But I could tell it wasn't Master's cock, It was someone elses, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! But I also didn't care. It was a cock and my ass was hungry. Being high and deprived of my senses concentrated all my attention to my needy slave hole. And if Master wanted someone to fuck me, who was I to refuse? I just let go and enjoyed the fucking I was getting, using my ass muscles to give as much pleasure as I could, squeezing and sucking as hard as my horny fuckhole could. I must have been good because he didn't last too long before he buried himself and went ridged and I knew he was dumping his load into me. After my slave cunt sucked every last drop out of him, he pulled out, and I felt empty and sad. But then the plug was reinserted and I was left alone for a while. Eventually again fingers pulled the plug out and another cock entered me, again not Master's! It was bigger than the last one, but not as big as Master's. He fucked me for a long time, I have no idea how long, felt like an hour but couldn't have been. He found the exact spot on my prostate that caused me to moan the loudest and my dick to leak the most, and pounded it relentlessly. Over and over he hit the one spot untill I was screaming into the gag from uncontrollable pleasure. Eventually he shot his load deep in my guts, adding to Master's and the previous fucker. After he pulled out the plug was not replaced, instead another dick started fucking my increasingly sloppy hole. He was a little smaller than the last guy, so I had to work my ass muscles on him untill I milked his load out and into my guts. He pulled out and I could feel cum leaking out of my open hole. Then another cock immediately filled my greedy dumphole. This one took me by surprise. He was larger than Master, probably the largest cock I had taken in my life at that point, but it was hard to tell. All I knew is I howled as he buried himself balls deep in one mighty thrust. In spite of the drugs, and all the previous fucking, he stretched my hole and made it hurt. But I could nothing but take it, and take it I did! Someone held poppers under my nose and I desperately inhaled several times. Soon my head was spinning and my ass was loving the assault it was getting. And what an assault it was! This guy knew how to use his massive weapon. He'd alternate between long, slow strokes, burying himself as deep as he could, rotating his hips so he could really open me deep inside before pulling out and slamming back in as hard as he could, fucking me hard and fast for a few minutes before repeating the process. And he kept this up for a LONG time. I was given poppers several times during his fuck, keeping my ass loose and receptive to his abuse as he litterally fucked me into oblivion! I was seeing stars as every nerve exploded in the one place aware of pleasure, my busted open hole. I could barely stay conscious as he fucked me for an eternity before finally dumping what I'm sure was a huge load far into my bowels. After he pumped all he could into me he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies sticking together, and just breathed deep for a while before finally pulling his softening cock out of my now very official slave cumpdump hole. A plug was inserted and I could barely feel it as it past my overly stretched out asslips. Then I was alone again, left to contimplate everything that had transpired tonight. After a while, I felt hands at my head as Master removed the mask, then the earplugs as I slowly readjusted my senses. He pulled out the plug and said "Push boy. Push out the cum. I want to see it pour out of your beautiful rosebud." And I did as told, expelling all the cum I possibly could. Master held up a cup with the creamy brown liquid. There had to be at least an 1/8 of a cup of cum and ass juice. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open. Holding the glass over my mouth, he slowly poured the gooey contents into my mouth, scraping the sides of the glass with his finger and wiping it on my tongue, before closing my mouth. I didn't have to be told to swallow, I knew. Master then helped me out of the sling and onto the bed. After taking down the sling he laid down on the bed, holding his rock hard cock straight up. "Sit boy!" he commanded. I straddled his hips and placed his fat mushroom head against my sore lips and moaned as I slid all the way down him, settling my puffy hole against his rough pubes. "Work my cock boy!" he ordered. "Make me cum with that talented fuckhole!" I worked my wore out ass as hard as I could, trying to please him. "I was so proud of you tonight boy. You show the makings of a good slave. Those were four of my friends that used you tonight. I called several people and told them I had a new cumdump slave that needed breaking in. I called more, pity more couldn't have made it. Instead of 4 annonymous loads, you could have had 8 to 10. But one day. And thats my favourite part. You will never know who they were. But they all knew you! Now everytime you go out to a leatherbar, you will wonder just who there bred you without your knowledge. When I talk to my friends, you will always wonder, "Is it your cum that was dumped in me?" I moaned at this realization, knowing people I didn't know, that know me, now know I'm a slaveboy cumdump. My tina dick got a little hard at that thought. "And you were a lucky boy tonight. That last guy is one of the best tops in the city. I was surprised he was available. He's hit on you before, but you've turned him down. See what you've been missing? You can thank me boy. Say, "Thank you Master for allowing him to breed my slavecunt. Say it!" "Thank you Master! Thank you for allowing him to breed my slavecunt Sir" "Good boy. Now thank me for letting my other friends breed your piggy cumhole." "Thank you Sir for letting your friends breed my piggy cumhole" "Now boy," he said as he started pinching and twisting my nipples, causing my ass to go crazy on his cock, "tell me what a filthy little whore you really are. Tell me you REALLY want to be my slaveboy. Beg for it!" He placed poppers under my nose again, three hits on each side, then attacked my nipples with force. "SAY IT BITCH!!" "God yes Sir!" I shouted as my still hungry ass milked his cock as hard as it could. "Please let me be your boy, your slave, your cumdump. Use me for your pleasure Sir! I beg you! I've never wanted anything more! Make me your little piggy! I want it so bad!" I continued to plead and beg as his nipple work sent my already sex and drug fuled mine into overdrive. I spilled every dirty fantasy I ever had, promising him I would be the nastiest, dirtiest, piggiest, most depraved slave for him. I begged him to use me, train me, fuck me, loan me to his friends, rent me out if he wanted, I'd be a whore for him. The more I begged, the harder he tortured my nipples. The harder he tortured my nipples, the dirtier I got, begging for him to do the most disgusting to me that he wanted. Finally he let out a growl as he shot another load into my well used hole before pushing me off and plugging me up again. "Thank me for my cum boy. Every time you receive your Master's cum, or anyone else your ordered to, you will be thankful for it. Understood boy?" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "Thank you for your cum Sir!" "I can tell you're going to be a good slave." he smiled at me. "And look, the suns just coming up. We have two whole days of your birthday yet. And I have plenty of ideas!" I suddenly got a little bit nervous as to what I had REALLY gotten myself into.

Last night a friend and I went to the local gay Latin club. On Sundays during the summer months its College night and they sometimes open the dark room area. They don't do it often cause it is not legal here, but my friend knows the manager, and we knew it would be open last night. I love dark room play, it's a thrilling and exciting time, especially here, cause i'm all about me some Latin cock! The club wasnt that busy, but decent. We hang out and had some drinks, and i watched several hotties going in and out of there. Finally i followed a group in, and in seconds i had my mouth full of hot uncut cock. I was in there a good half hour or so, and sucked several cocks and had my hole fucked hard by several raw cocks, i dont even know how many different guys fucked me or unloaded in me. It is so exciting being in the pitch dark room, having the latin studs passing my ass around and taking turns fucking me, not knowing who they are, how many, or anything, other than walking out completely satisfied and my hole dripping with sweet latin cum. I dont like doing it all the time, cause i normally like seeing the guy that is seeding me, but every once an awhile its hot to be used like that.

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

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

I'd taken to jogging after work only recently. Despite what usually happens in college, I'd lived a relatively healthy lifestyle. I played basketball, did a bit of swimming and didn't really party too much like a lot of my friends did. My main vice was that I guess I used my allure as a sportsman to sleep with plenty of girls. Now those days were well behind me I was doing my best to get back to a shape where I'd get some attention again. I got home and quickly ate some of the leftovers in the fridge and got into my running gear. I'd gotten bored running the same way each night so I thought I'd try another park in town. I wasn't sure whether the leftovers had been left for too long or I'd started running too quickly afterwards but it didn't take too long before I needed to start looking for a toilet block. Eventually I found one in a tucked away corner of the park. It wasn't in the best condition and the area looked a bit sketchy but I wasn't really in a position to try anywhere else. The immense sense of relief as I sat in the cubicle changed when I heard a heap of male voices entering the block. Perhaps it was a tour group or a sports team or something on a bus trip home? I heard them greeting and introducing each other, what were they doing? Shortly after, I heard muttering of "Get those clothes off", the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, the gate being slammed shut and locked and my blood froze. A gay orgy was about to happen! How was I going to get out of this? I sat there scared out of my wits as voices came closer to my cubicle, and then I heard one of them. "Shit, there's someone in here!" "Fuck," I thought to myself. "Looks like we've got someone crashing our party. It's OK, you can come out. We won't bite....hard" I wiped my ass, pulled my shorts up, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. All I could see were naked male bodies, something like 10-15 of them, all over each other and all different ages & races. "God, what a fucking hottie. And a great new addition to the group." one of the guys said as he looked across at me. "Sorry guys, you don't understand. I'm straight....I'm here by accident." "Nobody's here at this time of night by accident." said one of the guys as he walked over towards me, naked and hard. I gulped nervously. "Looks like we've got a swallower!" he said to the others. Some looked over at me while the rest were more than happy keeping each other amused. A couple of the other guys stood up and walked over. "Everyone in here has to join the party" "But I don't want to..." "Like he said," said the other guy. "You don't have a choice" and they each grabbed one of my arms and pushed me to my knees. "Open your mouth" ordered the first guy that saw me. "No way!" I replied before getting a slap across the face. "You'll do exactly what we say if you want to get out of here in one piece." My wallet was removed from my shorts. "And if you tell anyone, we'll make your life hell" In a complete state of shock I opened my mouth and almost immediately the main guy's cock hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I was choking on his cock and his groin pressed against my face. I had no chance to protect myself as both my arms were held. 'He's a natural," I heard him say as the other two laughed. I felt strong hands at my legs, lifting me up so that I was horizontal with the ground. When I tried to kick out, the guy facefucking me pushed hard into me, "What did I tell you about funny business?" I felt my shorts being taken off. "What a great ass he's got too" I heard one say. "I can't wait to get a piece of it." I'd never been so scared as I felt hands pawing at my ass. "You guys are so good, the four of you are like a fuckbench" and I was being held in midair, spreadeagled. The unmistakenly behind me and between my legs. "Looks like a great virgin pussy" and I felt the cold shock of lube on my ass. The only hope I had was that he had a condom on. As if reading my thoughts, the guy facefucking me said "And we only play raw too." I squirmed in the four guys' arms and was reprimanded once more. "Just ride it out bitch til we've had our fun." I felt a cockhead pressing against my ass and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside me. I gasped in shock which allowed the guy in front to push his cock further down my throat and I choked a bit. "I love it when a guy gags" That in turn must've put pressure on my ass muscles as the guy fucking me shot his load inside me within seconds. "God Bill, cumming too early again. Get him to clean it off while I get a piece of that" said the guy facefucking me. Bill pulled out and they swapped over. The guy that'd taken my throat was now about to take my ass. As Bill pulled out I felt cum dribble out of my ass and onto the floor. I felt someone positioning themselves beneath me, a skinny ill-looking guy who wouldn't have been much more than 20. "Can't let all of that beautiful cum go to waste" he said. "You're such a slut Chris", the guy ploughing my ass said. "haha, true Bruce. But unwilling sluts are so much more fun." and then he started to work my cock. Despite my best efforts and the shock I was feeling, Chris was so good my cock grew quickly in his mouth. It must've turned a lot of the guys on as I could feel cum splattering onto my back. To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. I was going through the horror of being gang raped yet also receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. It didn't take long before I was cumming deep down Chris' throat and Bruce shot inside me shortly after. I'd taken two loads inside me and no idea how many had been shot over me. I had a sense there was plenty more to come. My hopes were raised when I was placed on the ground but they were dashed quickly when wrist ties were placed on me and I was dragged to one of the cubicles. As I looked down at myself I was shocked but not totally surprised given the treatment I'd received to see a little bit of blood running down my leg. Same for all virgins I guess. My arms were tied to the cistern and a leg tied to each side of the stall with my ass facing the door, open for all to take advantage of. I honestly lost count of the number of guys that took my ass while I was in that position. I'd become pretty deadened to the whole experience. I'd feel a pair of my hands at my hips, a cock slipping inside and they'd pound away inside me until I felt them shoot. I didn't want to turn around but I could tell from the sounds that guys were having their cocks sucked so they were ready to go once it was their turn. I'd effectively become a cumdump. I guess this had gone on for an hour or two before they decided they wanted me in a new position. I'd given up fighting by this stage and so offered little resistance when they pushed me onto the dirty floor on my back and tied my arms and legs wide in an extreme X position. Most of the time I was tagteamed while I was in that position, one guy fucking my ass and the other my throat. I took load after load down my throat, in my ass and on my body as some of the guys jerked off or pissed on me as they watched. Banging on the locked door woke me from my trance. "Big Jake must be here" one of the guys said. It didn't worry me too much, I'd been through so much already, what else could be done to me? And then I saw Big Jake. Jake was a massive black guy, easily 6ft7 and probably 300 pounds, all muscle. He took his shirt off but all I could see was the rapidly growing monster cock in his shorts, it had to be 13 inches. "Is this a new guy?" he asked. "Nah, some guy who pretended to be just passing" Bruce replied. "Has he been inducted?" "Should be, but you'll make sure of it." Bruce then turned to me. "From memory we're all poz, but Big Jake has the most toxic seed of all of us. If you weren't poz before you DEFINITELY will be once he's through with you." He lay on top of me and his massive, rock hard cock probed my hole and, given the battering it had taken through the night, he entered me pretty easily despite his incredible size. I could feel his cock pounding my prostate and I found myself grunting in time. "God I love straight pussy," Jake whispered in my ear. "And it's even better when I'm pozzing it." As I felt his cock thickening inside me I came heavily, my whole body shuddering underneath him. His load shortly joined the numerous ones I'd taken through the night and with that I finally passed out. I came to about four hours later, being shaken by a groundsman from the park. "Come on faggot, you've had your sleep. Time to go home." "I'm not a faggot..." "That's not what your chest says. Now get up, put your clothes on and go home." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Someone had written "POZ FAG" on my chest in permanent marker. I pulled my top back on, gingerly pulled my shorts over my aching and filled ass and made my way home, my life changed permanently.

No condoms, no Prep, nothing but skin up my rear. Give your bare cock and cum in my hole.

The Freshman 10, Part 2: When Daddy Says Jump: Mr. Durant grabbed the towel that was beside the butter dish, wiped his hand off, pushed me back down with his left hand then pressed it hard into my lower back to make me squat a little. While holding the towel in his right hand, he adjusted the base of his dick and guided the head towards my waiting ass. A little more shifting of bodies and I could feel the thick head begin to push into my buttered up hole. I gasped, the muscles in my ass ring screamed in agony as Mr. Durant tossed the towel onto the granite island and said, “I’ll go slow, I promise.” It sure didn’t feel that way as his dick pushed a little further and the scream now shifted from my ass to my throat – and caught – all that came out was a meek gurgle. “OH HELL YES – THAT PUSSY IS POPPED NOW,” Mr. Durant exclaimed as his dick head broke free of my ass ring and slid forward on its buttery trail. “I BET YOU NEVER IMAGINED THIS WAS THE FRESHMAN 10 YOU HAD TO WORRY ABOUT – POPPING YOU OPEN WITH MY 10 INCHES OF BLACK DICK. I WANT TO FEEL THAT AGAIN, FEEL THAT HOLE GO POP LIKE A WEASEL AROUND MY DICK – OH HELL YES!“ My head was resting on the back of my hand and I lifted it slightly as my ragged breath sounded like I was running a marathon. My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass. As the butter inside my guts continued to melt, Mr. Durant took full advantage of my slicked-up state and started banging my ass harder, deeper, and long-dicking it. “YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DADDY DICK UP IN THAT PUSSY? LIKE GETTING IT POPPED WHEN I PUNCH FUCK IT? FEELING ME PUSH MY SON’S NUTT DEEPER THAN HE CAN EVER GO? YEAH I CAN FEEL HIS BOY BUTTER IN YOUR HOLE – NICE AND WARM, WETT, AND READY FOR A BASTING. TAKE THAT HWBM DICK IN THAT WHITE ASS – FEEL A HARD WORKING BLACK MAN FUCK YOU RIGHT. NOW EVERY TIME WHEN MY SON STICKS HIS DICK UP INSIDE YOU, YOU ARE GOING TO BE THINKING OF ME – HOW BIG MY DICK IS – HOW MY DICK MAKES YOU FEEL – HOW YOU NEED ME STRETCHING YOU OPEN.” With each stroke I could feel Mr. Durant’s long foreskin ripple back over the bulbous head, and then retreat on the down stroke. Having Kevin fuck me was awesome, but this – well this fucking turned my brain to mush and all I could do was moan and grunt because I knew if I tried to do anything else I would sound like a dumbass – I was truly being fucked silly. Mr. Durant didn’t seem to notice or mind though as he ordered me to push my ass back, arch my fucking back, grab the counter and don’t fucking move. His son was right; daddy was a true task master and at the moment the task at hand was to breed my ass raw, deep, and thorough. My hand slipped on the granite counter top – fucking butter! The floor was slick, the cabinet doors were being splattered with melted butter and ass juice, and I had all I could do to stay in position. “YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD OF DADDY’S CUM? SOME HIGH-PROTEIN BBC NUTT? BEG ME TO CREAMPIE THAT PUSSY? BEG ME TO FUCK THAT WHITE TRAP? BEG ME TO SEED YOU WITH SOME SIBLINGS FOR KEVIN – THAT’S IT – YOU WANT TO BE KEVIN’S STEP-MOMMA?” Before I could answer Mr. Durant paused, grunted, jammed my hole as hard as he could, paused, jammed it again, then as he gripped my body with his powerful hands he filled my guts with his daddy seed. His spasm subsided and Mr. Durant yanked his dick out, I gasped, he said, “Lick it clean. Then when you done, clean up this mess and fix me a plate. I worked up and appetite.” I had never really sucked a ‘fresh-from-the-ass’ dick before and gagged a bit, but Mr. Durant was having none of that and force-fed me, all the while instructing me on just what to do. Once he was satisfied with that, he left me on my knees in the kitchen and walked away. I watched as he flicked on the dining room lights, sat in a chair, then ordered, “Bring me a beer and like I said before – and I won’t repeat myself – bring me a plate and clean up that mess.” Serving this dom daddy brought out something in me I had never known before. Did taking his 10-inch dick feel good? Hell yeah! Did having him cum in me feel amazing? Fuck yeah! But beyond that, just his presence, his…fuck I don’t know…just thinking about it makes me all confused and twisted up inside. I thought the sausage might be over cooked, but I dug around, found a plate, silverware, bread, grabbed the butter remnants, and walked a little bowlegged over to Mr. Durant and set them in front of him. He looked at me, I jerked a little and quickly went back to the kitchen and started wiping up the traces of my daddy breeding. At this point the guilt started. I suddenly remembered Kevin, how he was so sweet, how I really really liked him, and knew this would hurt him. It would me. I felt joy, laden with fear, self loathing, paranoia, and in my cleaning I even dug a gap at the bottom of the trash can to hide the paper towels and stuff that held the evidence of our lust and mixed in some old coffee grounds with them for good measure. When I was done, I walked into the dining room to see if Mr. Durant needed anything. His sausage sandwich was done, his beer empty, and when I reached to take the empty plate he grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and in one motion pushed me face down on the dining room table, kicked the chair back, stood up, and slammed his now hard dick back up my ass. “I HAVE NOT HAD FRESH PUSSY LIKE THAT IN A LONG LONG TIME. TOO MANY FUCKING WHORES AROUND. THAT WHITE BOY PUSSY FEELS GOOD THROBBING ON MY BLACK DICK. HOW’S THAT DICK FEEL HUH? HOW’S THE DICK FEEL STRETCHING YOU OUT? HOW’S THAT DICK FEEL GOING WHERE NO DADDY’S GONE BEFORE?” Once again Mr. Durant did not give me time to answer and frankly he didn’t care what I said one way or the other – I was his new fuck puppet and he was going to take full advantage of me and our time alone before his son came home. With his dick still embedded inside me, Mr. Durant stood me up and fuck-walked me down the hall to his office. I caught a glimpse of us bound together as we passed a large mirror in the hallway and couldn’t believe how fucking hot it looked with his black, sweaty, ripped body so entwined over mine. Mr. Durant’s persona changed again as we walked into his office – his inner sanctum – the embodiment of his wealth and success. It felt like he stood straighter, which I didn’t think was possible. It felt like his muscles got more taught and his dick swelled – again I didn’t think that was possible. With his dick still in my ass he deftly fuck-walked me to his desk, picked up his blue tooth earpiece, put it in his ear, wrapped his right arm around my stomach and held me firm as he sat us down in his CEO-style leather chair. I had never sat on a dick like that before and never one that big and I started to squirm, whine, pant, and try to figure out how the fuck I could take it like that. All fighting ceased as Mr. Durant clamped his huge left hand over my face, pressed my head back against his left shoulder, while with his right hand he easily dialed a number on his phone. “Kon’nichiwa,” Mr. Durant said. His grip tightened, I grabbed his forearm in silent protest and met nothing but resistant muscle. The conversation was short, and when he finished he eased his grip and said, “It’s the early afternoon in Tokyo. The call was already scheduled. Now where were we? Oh yes, you giving up that white pussy.” I was silent as a mute again as Mr. Durant took charge of my hole. With my face plastered on the papers that were previously neatly stacked on his desk this black daddy started to long dick me, telling me my bussy was made for BBC – not just any BBC but a DADDY BBC – since only a daddy could make it go POP with his thick monster dick! My arms were splayed wide, my hands grasped at nothing but air as Mr. Durant took full advantage of my raw hole, but then the phone rang. “Hey son, how’s it going? No I’m still up,” Mr. Durant answered. Fuck it was Kevin! I stifled a groan as Mr. Durant started angling sideways, trying to POP out through my left ass wall. “Yeah I hear you boy. Sounds complicated. But I know you will do me proud.” I cried out a little as Mr. Durant started to plug at the same spot on my left wall over and over and quickly covered my mouth with my hand. “What son?” Mr. Durant continued, “Oh, you know how I like to get my workout in between calls. Just got off the phone with the Tokyo office and New Delhi is coming up, so figured I would get some good, deep, LONG stretches in while I can.” I almost choked on my tongue when he said that. “You too boy. Drive safe. What? Oh no, have not seen your little friend. I think maybe I heard him earlier in the kitchen earlier getting something to eat, but I tell you what, I’ll go on downstairs to your crib and let him know you won’t be home until morning so he might as well crash here for the night and you guys can ride back to school together from home for your first class. How’s that? Good, good. I will.” Mr. Durant hung up the call, pulled is dick out, and chuckled, “I love my boy, but damn, son’s got a thick head – and a tiny head too – right?” I said nothing and Mr. Durant slammed me hard, “I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION – MY SON’S GOT A TINY DICK HEAD – YES?” I grunted in the affirmative, which made this black daddy purr and pounce and dig my hole some more. A few minutes later he paused his long strokes, shivered as he regained control of himself, and said, “Come on. I’m going to breed that pussy again.” I willingly followed him like a convert in a cult as Mr. Durant walked down the hall, his stiff dick swinging side to side like the hypnotic call of a cobra. Instead of going to his bedroom though – the destination I assumed we were headed too – he turned and started down the stairs to Kevin’s apartment. Once through the door he walked over to the piles of clothes on the floor, picked up a random garment and started sniffing. He dropped the first, then the second, but with the third piece of clothing – a set of Calvin Klein underwear – he inhaled long, deep, and smiled and said, “That’s your cunt. Your pussy drawers. Fuck yeah! Prefucked cherry hole. I know these ain’t my son’s – even if they were the same brand, his smell is very different.” I was not sure what he meant by that and my mind raced with the [banned word] possibilities. Mr. Durant tossed the underwear back onto the floor, shoved me onto the bed and said, “It’s time for dessert. Let me taste that cherry creampie.” Mr. Durant pushed me into the middle of his son’s bed – the same spot where Kevin and I had exchanged our seed just hours earlier. With no effort he lifted my legs up, set them on his shoulders, adjusted his position, pushed my body back a little then slid his hands down my legs until he grasped my thighs. I grunted as he grabbed me tight and pushed my legs back so my ankles were by my ears. With my prefucked hole winking at him, Mr. Durant smiled, licked his lips, and pigged out on my creampie extravaganza. His mighty hands tilted my hips to the right, then the left, then back a little while his tongue scraped the inside of my hole, slurping out every drop of family mixed seed he could find. With his face slathered and wet, Mr. Durant dropped my legs, flipped me over onto my stomach, mounted me with a body slam and started bouncing up and down on my ass getting his cardio in, “LET ME IN THAT PHAT ASS! LET DADDY TAKE IT! MAKE YOU FEEL EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THIS DADDY DICK. YOU LIKE THAT HUH? THAT WHITE PUSSY OPENING RIGHT UP FOR ME LIKE A GOOD BOY. YOU A GOOD BOY FOR DADDY! VERY GOOD BOY! YOU WANT DADDY TO STOP OR KEEP GOING? YOU WANT DADDY TO KEEP FILLING THAT ASS WITH CUM? MAKE IT OVERFLOW WITH DADDY NUTT? CREAM ON THAT DICK BOY – SHOW DADDY WHAT A WET PUSSY YOU GOT. FUCK YEAH! FEEL THAT PUSSY GETTING JUICY – STRETCHING FOR ME – SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE IT! SHHH BOY – TAKE IT FOR DADDY – DADDY’S CUMMING – DADDY’S CUMMING – DADD…..OH HELL YEAH!!!” With a couple slaps to my cheeks Mr. Durant climbed off the bed and stood by the edge so I could scoot over and lick his rank shaft clean. When he smiled I figured we were done and let out a big sigh and rolled onto my back and grabbed my head. Mr. Durant coughed, I looked, and he was pointing at his semi-hard dick, “You still got some work to do. My dick is telling me that pussy is still fresh and needs some more daddy dick, but you got to work for the next load. Come on.” I quickly got off the bed and as I followed him out the door I reached back and touched my slick, tender ass. My finger came back coated with thick man cream and I put it up to my nose to smell. The heady aroma almost made me run right into a damn wall and I paused not sure now what to do with my dirty hand now, so I licked it. OMFG! That was the best fucking taste ever and no wonder he ate my ass out like a demon sucking a soul. Back upstairs in his office Mr. Durant sat in his chair, tapped a few keys on the computer and ignored me for a good minute while I stood there. I was horny, naked, embarrassed, horny, guilty, hungry, horny – all competing for attention. “Go get me another beer,” Mr. Durant said, interrupting my self confliction. When I came back he had his office chair turned to the side, his legs splayed, his long, thick, black dick standing firm once again. Christ he was impressive and I knew where Kevin got his hormones from. I set the beer on the desk, Mr. Durant made a little spinning motion with his right index finger, so I turned and showed him my ass. I thought he might lick it again, but I jumped as I felt something smaller and blunt poke at my hole. The pressure eased, I turned back, and Mr. Durant was smiling as he flicked a lighter and started puffing on a long, fat cigar – the tip that was between his lips was clearly a bit moist. Did he just stick that in my ass? With cigar in one hand, beer in another, and me on my knees between his legs doing my best to suck his dick, Mr. Durant was content to give my ass a rest – a short rest. With a last puff of his cigar he stood up and grabbed my right wrist, silently dragging me along to God knew where. This time we went into what I gathered was his bedroom – the king’s chambers – and it was a room fit for a king, a daddy, a successful man. Large, spacious, well appointed, I didn’t have much time to look around though as I was dragged straight on through and into the master bath. Mr. Durant let go of my wrist, bent forward, and turned the water on to start filling an oversized Jacuzzi tub. The splatter of water against the tub’s sides drowned out the gurgling sounds made as Mr. Durant held my head between his hands in a vice grip as he dicked my throat. Eager to get his nutt, Kevin’s daddy stood me back up, I was turned around and a raw BBC slammed back up my ass. Mr. Durant bent me forward, my chest resting on the lip of the Jacuzzi on top of the plush robe he had laid there. I moaned in need and begged, “FUCK ME DADDY! GIVE ME THAT DICK! PLEASE CUM IN ME AGAIN!” Mr. Durant chuckled, adjusted his grip, and settled in for a stamina, marathon fuck. My legs cramped, my knees felt week, yet the BBC daddy continued to bang me with long, focused strokes. The monster meet inside me swelled and jerked and I thought he was cumming, but not quite yet. Mr. Durant paused, pulled his dick out of my ass with a wet SLURP and commented, “FUCK THAT PUSSY IS CREAMY! TIME TO PLANT THE 8-BALL IN THE CORNER POCKET WITH THIS EBONY CUE STICK.” With a surprised squawk from me, he lifted me up into the air, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he walked over to press me against the mirrored wall in the corner where he had a multi-faceted view of my ass and his dick sliding up my raw hole. A little adjustment and Mr. Durant snapped his dick back inside me and in one stroke it was balls deep, poking out my belly button as he hefted me in the crook of his elbows – my weight artfully balanced in his arms and against the mirrored wall. “CRY OUT FOR THIS DICK – SCREAM FOR THAT NUTT- GET FUCKING LOUD AND BEG ME TO JUMP IN THAT ASS AND POUND THAT PUSSY FULL OF DADDY CUM. THAT WHAT YOU WANT? MORE DADDY NUTT – AS MUCH AS I WANT TO GIVE YOU? YOU A GOOD BOY FOR DADDY? TELL DADDY HOW YOU ARE GOING TO LET ME FUCK THAT PUSSY RAW ANYTIME I WANT – TELL DADDY HOW THIS MONSTER DICK STRETCHED THAT CUNT GOOD –TELL DADDY HOW YOU WILL KEEP THAT PUSSY SLOPPY WITH MY SON’S NUTT SO I CAN DIG UP IN THERE! YOU READY TO GET STRETCHED BY THIS DADDY DICK? FEEL THAT? FEEL THAT HOLE OPENING WIDE, BEGGING FOR DADDY TO FUCK IT? GOOD PUSSY BOY – DAMN GOOD PUSSY BOY – HERE YOU GO! BLASTING IN THAT CUNT! FILLING IT UP! DADDY TAKING IT! OWNING IT! DADDY NUTT BREEDING YOU!” Mr. Durant lifted me up and down on his exploding shaft in perfect rhythm as he refilled my tank. When he was done, he shifted his hips, pulled his dick out, gently lowered me to the floor and stepped back, “Get some rest – while you can. And oh, this is between you and me. What Kevin don’t know won’t hurt him and don’t even think about trying to tell him about our little fun tonight. He would never believe you as he knows his old man is a complete pussy hound and I think you like him, so that would only ensure you stopped seeing him. However, I think you and I will be spending ALOT more time together.” Mr. Durant eased into the hot Jacuzzi water as I skulked back down stairs, my ass throbbing from the last fuck, and suddenly afraid of the what ifs – what if Kevin had come home? What if he had seen us? What if he could tell? I spent the next while in Kevin’s bathroom showering off the smell and funk of his father. I kept squatting over the drain, trying to get my guts to release all of Mr. Durant’s cum, to flush away all evidence of the thing we had done. When it seemed like I had done all I could, I finally flopped onto Kevin’s bed and immediately went to sleep. Yet, it was a fitful rest, with dreams of Mr. Durant intruding in my mind like he had intruded in my raw ass. I suddenly jerked awake as warm hands shook me, and a voice whispered, “Hey, scoot over. Want to spoon a little. I’m tired as shit, but really need to fuck and have been waiting all night.” Kevin was home. I wanted to hold him, kiss him, fuck him and have him fuck me so bad but I still felt like – well I still felt like Mr. Durant was inside my ass as it throbbed and hurt and all I could do was think of him. “No, I can’t fuck,” I apologized, “I think I ate something from the fridge that did not agree with me...my stomach...I’m not… I don’t think my ass…” Kevin saved me from further embarrassment and lies by kissing my cheek and saying, “It’s OK, no worries, let’s just spoon a little if that’s OK?” Hell yeah! The next morning I awoke to Kevin’s stiffy poking at my ass. I didn’t think I could refuse him again and so I let him fuck me on my side and he blew his cum in my ass in nothing flat and seemed none-the-wiser to the events of the previous night. We showered together and walked upstairs, holding hands, which totally freaked me out. Again, Kevin was so bold and open with shit and I could never imagine holding another’s man’s hands in my parent’s house. But oh yeah – his dad was a raw dicking freak! Mr. Durant was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and acted like nothing happened. How could he? I knew we could not let Kevin know, but at the same time I felt hurt somehow like he was being extra cold and rude to me. How the fuck is that fair? At the table I was quiet and Kevin sensed something was up, but Mr. Durant played it cool and kept the conversations focused on what a great job Kevin did for Lockheed the night before and how proud he was of him. Kevin finished up before me and said he had to run out to his car and check on the tires real quick as one seemed a little off on the way home. Kevin had no sooner closed the door than Mr. Durant stood up, roughly pushed me against the dining room wall, easily opened my pants one-handed and yanked on my underwear, spun me around, spit twice and rammed his dick into my hole. “You need to step up BOY!” Mr. Durant said angrily into my ear, “Hide what you’re feeling, know, or think. It does not matter – all that matters now is my dick in your ass and how quickly you get that pussy back hear for me to plant some more daddy sperm.” A few minutes later when Kevin came back upstairs ready to go, I was sitting at the dining room table as Mr. Durant finished filling the dishwasher – neither of us letting on that his dick now smelled of my ass and my mind was racing of how I was going to make this happen again.

I just know I want to attend one of these parties, if only once, so I can take all of it in. Experience some of these things MYSELF.

The best part of this chapter is : "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.," So let the real fun begin. Thanks for a great erotic story 11

I like the twist at end of last chapter i can't wait till the next chapter now

Only had twins once, and only because I was dating one of them at the time. Boyfriend's bro half-joked his girlfriend wanted a threeway with both of them, and I said I would only agree to that if they did it with me too. Meant it as a joke but a few days later, spitroasted by both of them. Was a great time, albeit a little tame. Got my boyfriend's load in my ass and his brother's down my throat at least

I too prefer spit to be used when I get the first fuck - then I use seed as lube after that and it is the best lube and other tops seem to get off on riding the silk trail of other men's cum

I prefer spit to lube, let my bf eat my ass until it's nice and wet and then he can grease up his dick with spit and slide it in. Don't like the taste of lube so if it's my turn to fuck him, I won't let him prelube.

Did a local underwear party last night, the theme was speedos. Needless to say they didn't stay on long and I was in a back corner letting any and all fuck me only cocks I turned away were wrapped. Was watching one guy fuck so started to play with his nipples, he soon stopped fucking that guy and fingered my hole, turned me around and shoved his meaty cock into my cunt. After a couple of minutes, he said he was close, so I encouraged him and that got him going, asking me if I wanted his dirty load.. well fuck yes!! that's what I'm there for and with a couple more thrusts, he started to pump his hot seed deep into my cock n cum hungry cunt. I kept grinding onto his cock after he's stopped to milk out as much as I could, when he fell out of my hole, I turned, smiled and thanked him. His was the 4th load and i got one more after that. Was a good night all in all, took about a dozen cocks and scored 5 loads of cum. Tally for the year is now 38 loads.

Bar closing time is great, and lunch time during week. That's when the married guy are out in force. Cool thing about bar closing time in an ABS is the 'straight' guys are drunk and more likely to fuck or be fucked. I've popped more ass cherries on drunk married guys during this golden window of opportunity than any other time.

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.

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.

Look what I had last year Managed to get more and create a devil's dick - had it up my ass until it melted

I need to get my faggot ass pozzed up bad

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.

Ever since I first bent over in a dark bathhouse maze and took a stranger's raw cock I have not enjoyed so much as one second of protected sex. While I have a perfectly good heterosexual sex life, still I constantly find myself longing for cock in my ass, and all I ever think about is raw sex with total strangers. Sadly, PrEP is looking to cost me hundreds a month, matter how I go about it. And although I fear HIV, still I desperately want the cock. Months ago I found myself knowingly taking poz cocks at the baths and have since slowed down. I have to wonder, how do some of you deal with it? I cannot be the only one feeling this way.

One of my facebook friends is setting me up with a 72yr old AIDS top. He's seen my pics but I haven't seen him, but I've agreed anyway!

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

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My original fuck buddies told me I should go back to a room, and just leave the door open. That sounded good to me. I paused at the exit of the maze when I saw a black man with a huge cock. I knelt down and sucked his cock for a second. I stood up and invited him to follow me. Back in my room I walked to the bed and assumed the position on my hands and knees. The black guy followed me in, and I told him to keep the door open. He was semi-hard, so I started sucking him. He had a bottle of poppers, and he offered me some. After a deep snort, I went to work getting him hard so he could fuck me. As his cock came alive in my mouth, I knew that I had found something special. After a couple of minutes of sucking, I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at his cock. It was huge. It was definitely the biggest cock I have ever seen in person - truly porn-quality dick. It was at least 10" long and thick as hell. It was perfectly straight and symmetrical. I asked him if I could ride it. He lay down on my bed and I straddled him. I made sure I was facing the door. There were 4 guys watching. As his cockhead entered my sphincter, I moaned. He was as hard as a rock. I hit the poppers, and sank as far down as I could on his cock. Slowly, I settled him further and further into my ass. He must have known the power of his cock, because he stayed perfectly still as I adjusted to this massive anal intrusion. Finally I had him all in my ass. It felt like his cock was running though my whole body. I started to rock back and forth. I swear I could feel every twitch, every vein, every millimeter of his dick. I asked the guys at the door what they were waiting for. I started sucking their cocks. Several were too excited to last very long. I swallowed three mouth loads; my head was spinning with lust being fucked by this giant black cock felt so well. Eventually my black top got tired of being underneath. He fucked me in every position possible. The crowd outside the door kept growing with guys stroking their cocks and watching me take this huge cock. Just then the stud was ready to cum. With a final plunge, he erupted in my ass. I felt 3 or 4 strong spurts in my ass, then a huge puddle of warmth deep in my ass. It was the most intense sexual encounter I have ever had. As he pulled his cock out of me, I felt a bunch of cum running out of my ass. My original fuck-buddies pushed to the front of the crowd. They had four guys with them. All had nice cocks. My friends gave me a gelatin capsule and told me to take it. I found out later that it contained more tina. "I want to take every cock that wants my ass," I announced to the crowd. That was all it took. Word must have gone out that I was fucking all cummers. I got fucked for hours. One of the best tops was an ugly, overweight, older man. He had the second biggest cock I had ever seen, and he was uncut. One of the guys in the room made a remark about even the troll was going to get some. I asked that guy to leave, and the "troll" fucked me for a long, long time. I made sure to beg him and every other guy for their cum. Eventually, everyone must have fucked me, because the crowd thinned and eventually I was left with my two original fuck buddies. I told them that I was having a great time, but the time on my room was almost up. They asked if I wanted to come home with them, so we could do it all again tomorrow. When was I going to get a better offer than that?

They asked me if I wanted some more tina. Hell yes. They asked if I had ever heard of a butt rocket. I said no, but if they recommended it, I was game. They put some Tina and water in a syringe with no needle and put it in my ass. They told me to hold it as long as I could. I could already feel the stuff going to work. I became incredible fixated on my ass. All I could think about was finding more cocks to fuck me and cum in me. After a while, they asked me if I wanted to go to the maze. I had seen it when I was looking for my room and it looked promising. We went over and walked into the darkness. The maze was almost pitch-black. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were 10 or 15 guys milling around. Some guys were sucking cock through glory holes that were cut in the walls. I found a glory hole for myself and knelt down. Almost immediately I was presented with another beautiful cock. From what I could see of the guy he was Latino and uncut. I started sucking his cock, as my two fuck buddies watched and encouraged me. Give him your ass they urged. The idea of having a guy whose face I had never seen felt nasty, forbidden, dangerous, and totally exciting. I turned around, placing my ass up against the hole. I rubbed his cock on my ass, and groaned. He pushed forward, and I had my third bare cock in my ass in less than an hour. It was even better than before. I was so lubed with sperm and the party favors had me thinking only with my ass. The guy in my cum hole couldn't last very long. I heard him grunt thorough the hole and again that warm, squishy feeling. It was so good. While I was being fucked, I had my eyes closed as I just focused on being fucked. As the cock slipped out of my ass, I looked up to see that I was being watched by about 5 or 6 guys. That thought turned me on even more. There was a lot of sex going on in the maze, but I was the most blatantly cock-crazed. I felt like I was just getting started. How many guys could I get to fuck me?

... The lights in the room came on and I awoke to find the host and a new guy that was only introduced only as "The Nurse" standing over me as I was laying naked in the bed. I don't know how long I was sleeping there, but the sun was just rising on a new day I thought. The host told me to roll over, get on my hands and knees, for his examination of my hole. Sticking a finger of his rubber glove in, he told everyone how clean my hairy ass as he felt around inside. He then spanked my ass with his gloved hand a few whacks and noticed my hardon. He told me that I was ready to be a cumdump for his guys and that he had a good response rate on the invitation even today. I turned back over and the Nurse held a rig and a strap and told me to lay still on my back as he was going to give me a small slam to see how I reacted to it. He told me to stretch out my right arm, to squeeze the rubber ball that was on the bed, and to close my eyes if I was squeamish as he could tell that I was pretty nervous. I felt the cold alcohol swab on my arm and then a prick that seemed to last forever, but was probably pretty quick going in. The ball was removed from my hand, and then the strap, and then it was done. I hate needles, so I waited with eyes shut, til he told me to open my eyes again. He then told me to raise my arm over my head after swabbing where the needle went. I started coughing uncontrollably for about a minute, then lost my breath all together, and thought I was dying, but then I felt a rush over my body and even though it was cold in the room, I felt all warm all over. It was done, my first rig and first slam. I did not know what to expect. I hoped I would not be addicted to it now as I had no idea where to get it in Atlanta. Would I be instantly more horny or would it take awhile...all these question as paranoia set in as I layed on the bed doing nothing but waiting, the guys watched me like I was a science experiment, and I felt like I was a rat on a wheel spinning and spinning, instead of a pig about to feed at the trough. He asked me how I was doing and I said fine as I did not really know so started pulling on my now semi hard cock and twisting my nips as normal, no problem. He then told the host that since I am a huskier guy that I probably needed a bit more but they waited about 20 minutes or so and did something else in the house before coming back to check on me again and then leaving. And then I heard a yell from downstairs to throw on my jock and tennis shoes and come downstairs and that my stuff would be safe in the house til we got back. There was now a fourth guy in the house which turned out to be one of their drivers. The guys downstairs were laughing and watching tv while hitting the bowl again and again passed it to me and I deeply inhaled and held it this time hoping it would get me higher as I was uncomfortable being almost naked in front of these fully clothed men. As I smoked the pipe, I could feel their rough hands further exploring my body with fingers in my ass, rubbing my hairy chest, groping my jockstrap, and playing with my nips. The new guy played with my hairy ass with first his finger and then his tongue working my asshole open. I think it was working as time seemed to stand still while I blew clouds and watched seemingly outside myself, and even though I was horny, I did not have an erection any more. The Nurse came back and told me he was going to give me a little more before we left for the event and had me sit in a chair in front of the tv as again with my arm wrapped and a needle prick, but this time I watched as the needle was used and how sanitary he was as "I Love Lucy" played in the background with some madcap Lucy and Ethel adventure. I felt this one right away and started fingering my ass that had just been eaten out without being conscious of it feeling the wettness where a tongue had recently been. The Nurse noticing this thought this was a prime opportunity to "prime" the pump so to speak. He unzipped his pants and had me get on my hands and knees and suck on his cock handing me a bottle of poppers. He had a nice veiny cock held tight by a cockring. I sucked deep and long until it was slick from my spit and starting to pre drip. He then walked around behind me, kneeled down and easily guided his cock in my ass to the hilt with one try fucking my ass long and hard until he exploded with some loud grunts as the new guy watched. That's when my host having heard that, told me that I was "Ready" and was told to grab a bottle of Gatorade from the kitchen and a blanket and get in the back seat of the van in the garage and that we were ready to go...everyone piled in the front seats - the host, the Nurse, and the new guy which turned out to be the driver. I heard them talking about "one more stop" and did not know what to expect next... (to continue with Part 3)...

Ryan and I watched TV from his bed, porn of course, as we relaxed and took moments to kiss and fondle each other’s semi-hard cock while we chatted. Ryan asked me what I had packed for the weekend. I let him know that I followed his suggestion and had only brought a change of underwear since I was told that no other clothes would be needed given that we’d be naked the entire time. I asked him who we were meeting. He told me we’d be driving up with identical twins Marc and Mike. The guy who owned the cabin, Steve, would be driving up alone with the new kid. I asked who the new kid was since I thought I was the new kid. Ryan chuckled, gave me a kiss and told me that the new kid was a neg that was chasing and ready for conversion, and that I wasn’t a new kid I more like his little brother. Since I was an only child Ryan’s comments made me smile. We kissed again and watch some more porn. Ryan got a text on his phone and told me that it was time to get going. We got dressed, grabbed our back packs and headed out. There was a red Jeep waiting for us with the twins sitting in front. We hopped in back and I was introduced. Ryan asked them how things were at work. I learned that Ryan and the twins worked together for Steve. It was a small shipping business that catered to a select clientele. Not much more was said except for Ryan letting me know that he could get me a job there if I was interested and if Steve liked me. One of the twins said, Steve won’t just like me, he’ll love me. I’m not sure how long it took to get to the cabin. Ryan woke me with a kiss as we pulled into a secluded, wooded area. We drove back another distance and to see this modest cabin with a deck off the back leading up to a lake. The jeep stopped and we climbed out. We each grabbed our back packs and headed inside. Ryan showed me around. Downstairs there was a large room with a large bed in the middle. Off to one side was a kitchen with a full bathroom. Upstairs there were 2 bedrooms along with 2 full bathrooms. Each bedroom had an extra large bed, big enough for 4 people to sleep. There were TV’s in each room. I was told that all the TV’s were linked up to a computer that could play continuous porn or they could show what was going on in any room of the cabin since the computers were connected to cameras in each room of the house. We tossed our things in one of the rooms and kissed each other. As I turned for the door I saw the twins were already naked as they entered the room. I commented that I guessed we were sharing a room. I turned to see Ryan lose the last of his clothing. Like moth’s to the flame I was surrounded by the 3 naked studs and easily lost what little I had I was wearing. Ryan then said, now let’s get things ready for Steve and out guest. I followed them downstairs and watched as the twins pulled a large canvas bag from the closet. Ryan asked me to help with a trunk that was next to the bad. I was memorized when the trunk was opened. It was filled with all kinds of toys, ropes, and restraints. As I helped Ryan setup the trunk I noticed the twins were assembling a sling in the center of the room. Once everything was set we then set about preparing the favors for the party. We each took Viagra as points were set out. We then set about preparing points for ourselves for the weekend. Mike asked me how much I like to do when I slam. I told him that I’ve only slammed on two occasions. The first time was when I first met Ryan and the second time was last night. Marc snickered and said that he knew how much I did my first time and then asked how much I did last night. I told him a lot less. I was preparing my slams to be able to top some tonight and maybe later I’ll do some that will leave me a total bottom. That brought a big grin to both Mike and Marc. We were all set and I was itching to do my slam, but we had to wait for Steve and the guest of honor. We didn’t have to wait long. We were all on the bed as we heard a car pull up outside. A few moments later the door flew open and I saw a very good looking daddy type walk in followed by a guy about my age. As I looked closer I recognized the kid as a guy from my high school, Colt. He was a year behind me at my high school and the starting quarterback on the football team. We made eye contact and you would have thought he was going to die. I was introduced to Steve and he commented to Ryan what a great catch I appeared to be. Ryan let Steve know the night was over that I’d surprise him. I was asked to show Colt around and help him get himself settled in the master bedroom. Colt followed me upstairs as I described the place and showed him the master bedroom. We then had a chance to chat. I learned that his father had held him back a year before he started kindergarten to give him a chance to mature for football. I asked him about his girlfriend, I thought he was dating a cheerleader and, according to the gossip at school, had been banging her since they started dating. He told me that they had decided to wait until after high school. That was his way out of having to explain to her that he gay. I smiled at Colt and told him that it was going to be ok. Knowing Ryan like I do, this was going to be a fun weekend. Colt then asked me if I was poz. I told him with a smile that as of a couple weeks ago. He then asked me if they brought me up here. I told him that Ryan was my HIV father, or as we were calling it, he is my HIV big brother. Colt then asked if I partied with Ryan. I told that I did and let him know that it will be fine. I could tell that Colt was a little nervous and let him know to just relax and let whatever happen, happen. I knew the others were waiting for us downstairs and suggested that Colt lose the clothes. Colt shucked his shorts and t-shirt. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and we headed down to the others. Porn was playing on the TV’s, Steve was already naked and Colt was then introduced to the others and Steve came over to ask me a favor, since I was newly poz my viral load would be the highest among the group. He asked me if I would prepare his slam exactly like Ryan had prepared for me. He then let me know that if I ever needed a job to just let Ryan know and I could work for him. I later learned that these guys considered themselves a family. Steve first ‘knocked up’ Ryan and then the twins joined them very much in a similar way as Colt was about to join the family. I felt a little left out when Ryan assured me that I was as much a member of the family as any of them. Steve looked at Colt and told him, ready or not it’s time. The twins secured in the sling as I prepared his slam (with Steve and Ryan’s guidance). I was given a large amount of Tina and mixed it in the syringe with just enough water to dissolve the drug. Then I placed a tourniquet on my arm, hit the vein and drew back an ample amount of blood. I was so tempted to empty the barrel but figured my day would come later in the weekend. I walked over to Colt, leaned in and gave him a kiss and described what was about to happen. He shook his head that he was ready and I told him ready or not as I placed the tourniquet on his massive left bicep and stuck the needle in prominent vein. Colt watched as I registered a flash of blood in the red tinged slam and then slowly emptied the contents and I kissed him one more time before I pulled the tourniquet off. Colt coughed out 3 times and began to breathe really fast. I leaned in and kissed him again to help him relax as Steve began to fuck my schoolmate. I turned to see the twins doing their slams as Ryan brought over mine. We both looked at each other and smiled. I thanked him for showing me this world and my true self and we both prepped for the slam. Then Ryan got an idea, he suggested that we do each other’s slam at the same time and pull off the tourniquets together. I smiled and agreed. We fixed each other’s tourniquets, administered the slams and kissed as we pulled the tourniquets simultaneously. Our actions received a hoot and holler from the twins. Colt was lost in the haze of the drugs as Steve was fucking into him slowly. I was caught by surprise when Marc began to rim me and could tell that Mike was doing the same to Ryan by the expression on his face. I reached down to stroke Ryan’s cock as he did the same to mine. I grabbed my man’s cock as he shot his small wad of cum into my hand. As he stroke mine I felt a quick drip from my own cock. I pulled my hand to my mouth and licked it clean as Ryan did the same. Ryan looked into my eyes and told me that he knew that I’d eventually cum with my slam as I felt the rush of the drug hit my prostate. As I licked my hand clean, Ryan did the same. We then kissed and shared the cum in our mouths as the twins worked their tongues in deeper. I needed Ryan inside me right then and there. We broke away from the twins and made our way to the bed. I lay down and pulled Ryan on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his muscular body and pulled him into me. His hard cock found its home with Mike’s assistance and Marc fed me his cock. The twins had a similar build, 5’10”, 150 pounds of solid muscle, short blond hair and blue eyes that a man could get lost in easily. As Ryan began to fuck me the twins lay next to us and began to fuck along side. I looked up at Ryan as he leaned in to kiss me. Ryan then lowered his head next to my ear (away from the twins) and whispered to me that he was glad that I chose to let him take my virginity. I looked back up at him and let him know I was very happy that he was the one I chose as well. I wasn’t really prepared for what he said next, Ryan told me that he was falling for me and hoped that after I graduated that I would take Steve up on his offer and go to work for the company. Then I could move in with him and we can get a nice one bedroom apartment. I smiled up at him and simply said yes. I knew my father would not accept this decision. Even more disturbing to the conservative prick, he would never accept me if I came out to him. As we lay there with Ryan deep inside me I was wondering how Colt was doing. One of the twins grabbed a remote and click, suddenly we could see the action on the TV across from the bed. It was apparent that Colt was out of it as Steve began to fuck him harder. Suddenly we heard a grown and growl from Steve as he unloaded his load inside the newbie. Steve yelled out that it was Ryan’s turn to fuck Colt, but it was too late, he was just filling my ass with his own load. Ryan pulled out of me and I checked on my buddy in the sling. I asked Colt how he was doing and he replied that he felt fantastic. Steve finished up and pulled out of Colt and Ryan told me to take his turn. I learned the rules of the family were that any new piece of ass was fucked by members in order of seniority and I since I was last one to join I was supposed to be the last one to fuck Colt. The only exception was if a member chose to give his turn to someone else. I stepped up between Colt’s spread legs. I got down and rimmed his seeded hole while Colt asked if his arms could be free from the restraints. Steve said that since I was the one who was about to fuck the new piece of ass it was my decision. I paused from rimming Colt’s delicious ass to simply say free from the restraints. As I worked my tongue into Colt’s hole he began to moan. As I came up I licked his limp dick to tease him. I looked into his eyes as I slid my hard cock inside his slick ass. I wanted this fuck to last and with Ryan’s coaching I did just that. After a good 30 minutes I had to slow down several times to hold off cumming. When I did this I leaned in and kissed Colt as Steve was being serviced by the twins. Eventually the twins were in doggy position on the bed as Steve would fuck one for a while then switch to the other twin to fuck. Ryan was kneeling before the twins getting his cock serviced as they got fucked. He looked over at me at saw me working on Colt like a pro. He left the twins and came over to the sling. Ryan came up behind me and as I was kissing Colt slid his cock in my ass. When I stood up Ryan told me it was time to sperm his ass and all I needed to do was fuck myself back on his cock, then fuck into Colt. I rocked back onto the magnificent cock I was beginning to desire more and more. I could feel the cock inside me pushing on my prostate and as I slid into Colt the sensation was incredible. It wasn’t long before I began to call out that I was cumming. As I finished up and pulled out of Colt, Ryan pulled out of me and slid right into Colt’s well spermed ass. The sensation between my hole and Colt’s had Ryan adding his load along with the ones already in there. As I recovered I saw Marc make his way over to take my man’s place. He added his load followed by his brother’s. As the twin’s took their turns with Colt it was Steve’s turn to fuck me. He must have had the largest cock of them all because when he slid in I could definitely feel the difference. Steve had me on my back as he began to fuck me. I looked up as him and asked him to quit be gentle and fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck a boy. Steve began to pound at my hole. I had my legs back so he was hitting me in the right place. I kept my ass working and Steve leaned in to kiss me. When he finished kissing me he came up and told Ryan that he was right, he was impressed with my abilities. Ryan commented that he taught me well. I was impressed with Steve’s stamina as he fucked me. There were times that I felt his cock get bigger and harder where I thought he was about to cum only to have him keep going. Then it happened, I felt the tingle in my balls and started to cum very hard. My cum splashed out all over my chest, stomach and it even hit my chin. When Steve was done Ryan leaned in to lick the cum from my body as Steve told him that I was a keeper. He looked down at me and told me that I was going to work for him sooner or later so I might as well accept the offer. The sex continued into the next morning and as the sun came up we made breakfast and planned to lay out by the lake and get some sun.

I have the same desire ... to be forced to use all kinds of chems ... the more addictive the better !

Went to the college in Sacramento today for a little anon action. One of the bathrooms is a perfect L design with the stalls at the far end and double doors that alert you when someone's cumming in. The smell in there gets me hard and jackin' right away. After waiting for about five minutes, the doors opened and someone wearing converse sneakers entered the stall next to me. After a few I tap. He tapped moments later. I looked under to see pure ivory legs leading up to a fat 8 inch blood red cock dripping with precum. I motioned for him to shove it under the stall and he sat on the floor of the stall in a heartbeat, and slid his legs and pelvis under the partition. After a few frigs I went to the task and started to suck him off. He must have been really horny cuz he was dripping like a faucet. Tasted real good, when I heard him ask if I liked to get fucked. He didn't have to ask twice. I turned around and sat on it before he had a chance to provide a condom. He started moaning at the feel of my ass milking him. I wanted his load real bad. We were so into it that neither one of us heard someone else come into the bathroom. I suddenly heard someone tell him to fuck me harder and I then saw the newcomer looking through the crack of the stall. I leaned over and opened the door to see a hot Greek guy with a real mean looking cock. He was jacking it like mad, so I motioned him to enter the stall, facing me, so I could blow him. He was pumping my throat while my ass was being plowed good under the stall. The guy fucking me suddenly gripped my hips tight and let out deep moan as he filled my guts with his seed. I have no idea what he looked like, but he quickly enough extracted himself from my ass and was out of of there. I was preparing to take the Greek guy's cock back down my throat when he gestured for me to get to my feet. Complying, he spun me around and began to feel-up my hole. He clearly liked the feel of the cum oozing out, because he said he wanted to add some more cum. My kind of guy. He wasn't gentle and just slammed it in balls deep while calling me a fucking slut whore cumpig. Telling me my ass was made to be bred by whoever wants it. After about ten minutes of hard pounding he gave me his jizz as well. As he zipped up he smirked, and told me to enjoy his cum - and he was gone. I sat back on the toilet in a daze hoping someone else would come in, but no such luck. I sprayed a load on the toilet paper dispenser and called it a day.

Had not had too much action lately and was very horny. This was a Saturday and I had the day to myself. I took 2 enemas to clean myself and went to the local ABS in Woodbridge, NJ. Was there for 3 hours and was kinda dead. Sucked 1 guy off but that was it. Then I had an idea. I went across the street to the Gem Motel and rented a room. Told them it was for 3 so I got a real big one. Then I took some labels from my car and wrote on them..."Pig for kinky use in room 24 at the Gem Motel and the date." Then I went back to the room and stripped. As I laid there and drank from a quart of Malt Liquor i brought and snorted some poppers and teased myself. I used my nipple clamps on me and a few clothing pins on my balls, then worked a didlo in and out of my ass to get it ready.. It was almost too much and after an hour by myself I was gonna cum when I heard a knock on the door. I slowly opened the door and this guy says "You the PIG?" As I nodded he came in, slammed the door, and started to pull on the nipple clamps chain. As he did so he whipped out his cock. You could smell the beer on his breath. His cock was soft and he had me suck it. As I did so it got hard and he then laid me on the bed and sat on my face, making me lick his ass as he played with my balls with the clothing pins. Finally he rolled me over and fucked my ass. When hard his cock was a nice 7 incher and felt real good. He was hard and fast. When he was ready to cum he pulled out and forced it in my mouth and came down my throat. After licking it clean he asked if I was still thirsty. I got into the shower and he placed his limp cock in my mouth. Before he could let go we heard another knock at the door. He opened the door and there were 2 guys there. He invited them in and told them his pig was thirsty. He then placed his cock back in my mouth and I sucked it... He then forced piss into my mouth and when my mouth was full I swallowed it... He started to piss hard and he overflowed my mouth. I tried to drink it all but could not and I wore a lot of it. The other 2 guys watched and started to jerk off. Then came another knock and it was another guy. He came in and was watching. He was black and very big, around 6'5" and 250. He saw me drinking the piss and pulled out his cock. Next thing I knew he was pissing into my mouth too. It was too much as I drank and wore the piss from these 2 guys. When they stopped the black guy roughly fucked my face as his cock got hard. It grew and was a thick 8 inches. He then had me lay on my back on the bed and force fed me his cock. As he did this on of the other guys came over and before I knew it he was fucking my ass. His cock was a nice 6 incher, average, but with the thick fucker in my throat I knew it was the relief I would need. Then he started to fuck fast and hard and thrust deep and came in my ass. He pulled out and the black guy put my legs over as far as he could and started to fuck my ass. He was rough and just jammed it home. As he did so the other guy came over. He was Hispanic and he smelled of beer too, even more then the first guy. He had his cock out for awhile and was stroking it but it stayed limp - but it was at least 8 inches limp, but not as thick as the black guy. He was really pounding me now.. in and out... I urged him to cum and he laughed, saying he could fuck for hours! I groaned cause my ass was starting to get raw and I knew he was in charge. As I sucked the Spanish guy he swelled and squirted. I thought he came but realized he was pissing. Squirts down my throat... I started to swallow then he would stop and I sucked more... then some more squirts... I must have swallowed for a good 20 minutes on and off, then the black guy finally shoved hard and came in my ass.... He pulled out and the first guy took his place and started to fuck me again, telling me what a pig I was and to suck the guy off... The Spanish guy's cock finally started getting hard and boy did it grow. Not the thickest, but it had to finish around 10 inches! He finally said it was time for pussy and he went and fucked me as I started to suck the first guy again. In about 15 minutes he said it was time to cum. They had me get in the shower again and the first guy and the Spanish guy jerked off and shot in my face and mouth. Then I went in the corner on my knees and all of them took turns pissing in my mouth.... Finally they were done and I was exhausted... They left and I laid in the shower, turning it on and letting it run to clean me off... Was such a great day...