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This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".

My uncle is gay. The first time I had sex was with him and his boyfriend. Back then, before the internet, it was a different time and knowing that there was someone else out there who was like me and accepted me was a huge thing. They taught me a lot about myself. The sex was great, and still is from time to time, they are still together 40+ years later which is pretty amazing.

3. The Aquarium He's backlit so it's hard to make out the face but this is what he can see: his leather cap, with black shiny visor and chain that lays over it, almost scrapes the top of the door; there's a black beard, maybe with a touch of grey; the eyes are deep set and unseeable; leather jacket, black shirt, leather tie, leather pants, leather boots; a black baton that clinks against a ring on his left hand. "Not the kind of house you want to break into," says the figure. The voice is the essence of authority; calm, resonant, deliberative. The voice of a cop who pulls you over; the dread you hear in the doctor who has bad news; the judge who asks how you plead—final, unequivocal, no second chance. "Did you shit on the dining room table?" his first questions. Tucker's compelled to respond but at the last minute is taken aback by absurdity of the questions. "Wait, what?" He's incredulous, ignoring the fact he's naked and holding a box of the man's poppers. The whole situation is absurd. "I, no! I'm working on your roof, man. I'm one of the roofers." "You're naked going through my drawers is what I see. There's shit on my table. And I don’t employ roofers." He waves the nightstick, calling him out of his bedroom. “Let’s go.” "Huh? Dude, I just took a shower and my clothes are missing. That's it. Do you know where they are? I just want to get them and leave." "You think your clothes are in a drawer with my dildoes? I'm not telling you again." He beckons with the nightstick a second time. Tucker has no choice but moves toward the man who backs out of the door to let him pass. "Up the stairs," he instructs, pointing with his stick. Tucker takes a quick glance at the table. Jesus fuck, there really is a pile of shit on it. He smells it too. When he’s a foot away from the man, his fight-or-flight response kicks in and he decides to make a run for it. Naked be damn, he'll choose running naked in the street rather than stay here. He tears past the leatherman who only has to take one step in his direction, grab his ponytail, yank him back and crack the back of his knees with the baton. Tucker's crumpled on the floor. Leatherfuck pulls him up by his hair and tosses him like a doll toward a stairwell between the kitchen and the bedroom. "Up," is all man says. It's not the stairs to great room but through another archway, that, if Tucker has his bearings right, would be leading him into the side of the mountain, which seems unlikely but true. "Up," says the man. "I won't tell you again." Tucker staggers up the steps feeling the backs of his legs. Now he's truly scared. The man pokes his butthole with the nightstick. "Move," he orders. Tucker takes two steps at a time. "Dude," he's whining during his ascent, "I swear to Christ I just took a shower and someone took my clothes. Hey," Tucker says, turning around halfway up the stairs. "Whoever took my clothes probably took a shit on your table. He's probably still here. The door was unlocked, I bet, right?" "It was wide open. Move!" Tucker proceeds to climb but his feet are damp and he stumbles on the last step, falling forward. "Get up and get in that room." Tucker scrambles up holding onto the railing, sees the door the man intends for him to enter. "I bet he ran away just before you came in." Tucker turns the glass doorknob. The room is bathed in blue light undulating in waves filtered through the water of a large aquarium. It's dark except for the aquarium taking up most of the far wall. A small window is cracked open, but it’s on the mountain side of the house so no light comes in. On the other side is a single bed and nightstand. In the center of the room stands an old, ornate barber's chair. "Sit," the man says indicating the barber’s chair. "Please, sir. I apologize. I'm really, really sorry." He doesn't want to go in. The nightstick prods against his butt again. He turns around and pleads. "I just want to leave." He’s afraid he won't come out of this room if he goes in. "I work for you, man. Ask Sergei. Call him. I even asked if it was okay to use your shower and he said it was." The man's physical presence forces him to step backward into the room. Tucker scans the room, sees within the aquarium a large eel slip out of pile of rocks. "Were you in my refrigerator?" the man asks. "What? No. Yes, I drank some of your wine." The man is backing him deeper into the room. He hears the aquarium’s filter hum as he nears the chair. "My wallet's in my clothes. I'm sorry. I'll pay you. I didn’t drink a lot. It had turned, I think." He's totally creeped out by the dark grey eel. It's four feet long and tracking back and forth in the tank. Tucker looks up at the man hoping his eyes look pleading enough, but he's flashing on the cum on the shower glass, the crystal he drank out of and left unwashed, if he put the desk photos back exactly as he found them, the shit that’s not his on the table, how fucked he is in this stranger's eyes. "Sit." Tucker falls back in the chair and looks up to the man's face bathed in the aquarium’s light’s blue glow. His face is broad with wide set eyes. The brows arch menacingly. His nostril flare as anger washes over his face, then recede when his face becomes once more placid. His beard covers everything but pock marked temples and a deeply creased forehead. Between his thick brows a furrowed W forms as he scrutinizes Tucker. He has one silver earring on his left lobe. Tucker's uncomfortably sticking to the chair trying to move back away from him. The large chair’s cold, the brown cowhide’s tacky on his bare ass, and metal arms have straps, which brings him to a new level of anxiety. "You drank yellow liquid in my refrigerator?" Tucker nods apologetically. The man's burst in a roar of laughter. “Hope you liked it, fucker.” His mood’s lightened. He takes off his jacket, then his leather tie and throws them on the bed. "Your cock. I see. Strap your legs down." "What are you going to do?" His mind is racing. What choice does he have? The man's unbuttoning his shirt displaying a chest that’s incredibly ripped. His pecs are boulders. Even his nipples are enormous, unnatural, each the girth of a fingertip. "What was in the bottle?" “It’s keeping you hard for me.” The man's teeth shine blue. "Strap yourself in." "What? Why?" Tucker asks, confused. Looking down he sees straps at his ankles, thighs, waist, and chest. "Legs first," instructs the man. Defiantly Tucker shakes his head no. The man immediately strikes his nightstick down hard on the metal chair's armrest. Tucker barely gets his arm away before the rod strikes with a loud clang reverberating through the room. Tucker makes sure he's not going to swing the baton again, then folds over to take the two ends of the strap at his feet and loops one strap through the metal binding of the other. He does the same at his thighs, waist and then chest. The man sets the stick down with a clunk on a metal tray behind him. ‘Roid freak binds one of Tucker's arms down, once at the wrist and once below the elbow. He then slowly walks around in back of the barber chair and puts his hand on Tucker's bare shoulder. It's the first time he's touched by him and his large, cold digits engulf his entire shoulder, sending a shiver through him down to his erect dick. His ice cold hand runs down his bicep and the man binds his other wrist. "Chem piss. I’m guessing that’s why the dick," he says. His voice is calm, relaxed, even amused. His words are chosen and explicit. "How long have you had your Prince Albert?" he asks. There is a layer of seduction lying between his words, the phrasing, his cold breath on Tucker's shoulder. He comes around back into the blue light and places cold fingers on Tucker's erection, stroking him soothingly. "Almost three years." Tucker's not used to a man touching him. Still, his cock is rock hard. "When I turned eighteen. Sorry, man, can’t seem to lose the stiffy. Had it since the shower. Chem piss you said was in the bottle? What’s chem piss?" The man tilts his head and smiles blue teeth. Tucker is trying the read the man's face. One moment he’s amused, the next angry, and in the next lascivious. The wavering blue light makes it hard to get a fix. His size is obviously intimidating. He's gotta be one of those Gold Gym body builders. Muscles on top of muscles. Veins in the neck when he's pressing rows of huge plates, teeth gritted, grunting. His spread lats makes him look like a cockroach. The black beard hides most of his face, a mask. His eyes are dark, but Tucker’s seen the lascivious look when it crossed his face before. He sees it in Sergei occasionally—a marked intensity that scurries away when confronted, lays hidden beneath the eyes. When he was in high school, he and his friend Reed would lure men at department stores into back dressing rooms when they came across this look. Then on threat of an accusation of molesting a minor, being threatened to be turned over to security, they'd rob the dupes. Once Tucker even peed on one of his victims. Now that look flutters across the man's face, only this time there’s not one fucking thing he can do about it. The man puts a frigid finger through the P.A. and gives it a tug. "You must have had one of the first ones." He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants letting his pants fall to the floor. He steps out of them. A majestic meaty member flops around, surrounded with a black bush as hairy around his cock as he is hairless over the rest of his body. Smooth cut legs, rock solid veiny arms, slim six-pack abs, crowned by an enormous, thick double zero P.A. jutting out of his piss slit. "Malloy did mine. Did he pierce you? You’d probably be the youngest." "Uh, some girl in a store in Hollywood. Sarah something. I forget." "A girl?" The man examines him skeptically. "There's no women I know doing this. Malloy's the only one I know that's piercing." His nose flairs as he's breathing. "You lying to me again, boy? He doesn't know why the guy is getting worked up. "Uh, no sir. They got a couple of bitches piercing there." He's pacing back and forth like the eel in the tank. "Bitch did your wings too?" "No, sir. Geezer in Venice. Did it on the boardwalk. Kinda used me to draw in customers. Took two days." "You like pain, then?" He’s starting to flop his dick around in his hand, getting it hard. "Not really." "Bullshit. See this pentagram?" He bends his shoulder over to show Tucker. "Hurt like a mother fucker." His dick’s oozing a little pre, grown out now to maybe a good nine inches and still going. "You lay there for two days for that? You have to be one hell of a masochist." The man's up against Tucker's shoulder rubbing his fist and dick against him, with his other hand he’s pushing his head down to his cock. "Not that I have anything against a good masochist." "I'm not queer, man," declares Tucker, snapping his head away from the man’s giant woody. The man smacks Tucker's with his palm hard enough for spittle and a trickle of blood to splat out his mouth. "You calling me a queer?” He takes Tucker’s face in his large hand. “The fuck you're not. The only reason I didn't hand you over to the fuzz right away was because of that tattoo. I thought, maybe this boy might have some surprises in him." The man is holding back final judgment, searching Tucker's face. He's looking at him quizzically. "So tell me—boy who runs around naked in a stranger's house—are you Greek active or passive?" Tucker's lip feels swollen and he's looking at the man as if he's crazy, which he probably is. "What the fuck are you talking about? Your bat-shit crazy." Tucker thinks he might be hit again, but the man's pacing, not nervously, but in thought, deliberating. He stops. His eyes are fixed on the eel watching it swim back and forth. His eyes follow it like a metronome. The whites of his eyes are tinged blue. He speaks, staring past Tucker at the tank, "There's something off about you, boy, which I like. You talk like you’re from outer space. You're not like my other boys. But you will be. We just need to re-wire you." He's now pondering Tucker's dick. "Three years and you're still at a ten gauge, huh?" The man goes to the nightstand, suddenly enticed, decided. He takes out a small box and brings it over to the tray behind the chair. Tucker hears metal on metal, then something heavy hits the tray. "We have a long night ahead of us," he hears the voice behind him say, "but first things first." He wheels the tray around, also bringing with him a stool. "Anyone who shits on my table the night I'm giving a dinner party better have at least a zero gauge hanging between their legs." He shows him a massive piece of jewelry, a thick captive bead ring, one that will in no way fit his pierced channel. “You got a piece of meat where it will hang nicely.” He tugs the pull chain cord overhead and a bare bulb lights up the room. He pulls a lever and Tucker falls backward almost horizontal in the chair. His captor straddles the stool and scoots it close. He picks up a two-inch rod, thin at one end, tapered thick on the other, and applies a liberal amount of lubricant over it. He takes Tucker's P.A., bend it open and releases the small ball that holds the captive bead. It flicks off and rolls under the bed. The man pulls the opened P.A. out through Tucker's hole. He then takes the tapered rod and sticks the narrow end into Tucker's piss slit, feeling around till he finds the pierced tunnel and starts pushing it through. As the rod grows fatter Tucker starts squirming against his restraints. His hands claw at the arm rests, and as it gets to the thickest point he starts yelling in genuine pain. The small nerve cluster area scream out as they're being torn and ripped apart. The man pauses the stretch. "This will get you to a two gauge but not as big as zero. Zero gauge is like getting pierced for the first time. Did you enjoy your first time?" No, please, stop. No, I didn't enjoy it, but it was fast and it was over." The man moves the tray closer and brushes up against Tucker's ear. "Where's the fun in that?" he asks, and continues pushing the rod to its broadest width, lets it hang there agonizingly stretched while Tucker hollers, takes a breath and hollers again. "Almost done." And he passes the object all the way through. "Right on, right on," he praises Tucker who shudders, forcing back tears. The man examines Tucker's face, almost as if seeing him for the first time; searching for who he is, what kind of person is revealed through pain. This is the currency in which the man transacts. "Now, what's this about making America great again?" He reaches up and brushes his hands through Tucker's hair, calming the boy down. "I thought hippies hated America." The man runs his icy fingers over Tuckers face, feeling a single tear trickle down. Tucker’s trying to recover, breathing in diminishing huffs. "I have to tell you, I'm conflicted, boy. I do like something to hold onto when I fuck a slave, but truth is, I prefer them shaved, completely. Tell me, have you been collared and shaved before, freaky boy, with your tattoo and your Prince Albert? You must have had a Master. Maybe a few? A kinky perv that likes to play with stranger’s sex toys, that gets off on nasty pictures of filthy men. You want to be with filthy men like me? Your dick doesn't lie, son." Tucker's realizes he jacking himself in the man's hand, riding his cock up and down through the man's clenched fist. "You want to serve Master Eli?" Tucker stop his jacking, but Master Eli's not having it. He bends over and sucks Tucker's nicely cut dick. Tucker's hand splay out trying not to enjoy it but he feels he might nut any second. "I'm not into it, man. It's cool you are, and I'm not dissing you, but, dude...oh, shit, you’re going to make me cum." Master Eli releases his dick. "French passive. How about French active?" He gets up and offers his half-mast dick to Tucker. Tucker turns his head away. "You're are a tease, aren't you, my hippy-dippy prowler? Either that or you’re conflicted. One thing you're not, is not digging this. But I think all you need is to be opened up. Your limits pushed. Relax your morals. You do uppers? Downers?" Tucker shakes his head. "Not any of that shit. I’ll do molly at a club, sometimes, but that’s it." "You are a strange one, I have to say. Never heard of molly. But I have something that will definitely un-conflict you. They say speed kills." He goes over to the nightstand and opens a second drawer and brings out a syringe. "But I say speed liberates. It has all my boys anyway." Tucker eyeballs it from across the room. "No, definitely not. Dude, seriously, no needles. That's asking for AIDS, nada, no way, not into it. Listen to Nancy Reagan. Just say no." "What’s this AIDS? Nancy? The last governor’s wife, the actress? You come out with the strangest things, I think I want my friends to meet you. You’re a funny...dude. You sound like you're from another planets. But what I have here, son, it going to send you into orbit. Then you're going to belong completely to Master Eli. I guarantee. You won’t believe the things I’ll do to make you feel good, boy. Unbelievable things." The man runs his cold palm down Tucker’s chest to his stiff prick. The man flips Tucker's arm over, taps inside the crook, and jabs the needle in a juicy vein drawing a plume of blood. "Ready for takeoff, rocketman?" "No. Don't." "Just go with the flow, baby. Go with the flow." He releases a complete half gram of speed into Tucker's body. Tucker coughs violently, while Master Eli withdraws the syringe and bends over to lick the trace of blood. Tucker's head’s thrown back, his eyes lose focus, he feels a rush sluice through his body, in his ears, in his heart, in his ass. He alternates between repeating Shit and Fuck. There’s a high-pitched ringing in his ears as he’s rips through a tiny hole in reality that changes his orientation to the world. Wrong is right, hot is cold, Master is God, good is evil and evil good. His eyes focus back on the huge hulk that's in front of him. Thank you, he mouths while his Master takes up a very large two-inch rod, lubes it and sticks it into Tucker's pee slit. He finds the hole and pushes it in as far as the stretch allows. "Daddy's got to hurt you but then it will all be alright. If you want to cry it's okay. Be a big boy and it will be all over soon." Master Eli sports a raging hard on as he push the fattening rod further through the hole. He can see Tucker's face contorting in sweet, blissed out agony. He's fighting the pain as best he can, the drug careening through him is scrambling his senses. "Daddy's so proud of his boy. Almost through. Boy loves how much he penis hurts, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, hurt me." Tucker's face is twisted from too many sensations at once, his hands are clawing the arm rests. He's beet red fighting against his bindings and from the initial rush of the slam, his heart rushes blood everywhere. "Wait, wait! Please, it too much. Let me get used to it." "Daddy needs to finish, son. Daddy got lots to do. Daddy wants to show you off with a big boy piercing to the guests. Just a bit more and it's through." He pushes the rod another fraction of an inch, drawing a wail that echoes thunderously through the house, roaring through windows and chimney, through the canyons of Echo Park. A coyote high up in the brush recognizes a wounded animal and howls back an answer. Tucker’s head thrashes against the chair's headrest. Anguish is entwined with the drug, bringing him past shock, laying him out naked to a world with awe that is at once ecstatic as it is destructive to who he is, his logic of desire, where his sexual loyalties fall, what he wants—no—what he needs from now on out of the man deconstructing him. The man sees Tucker fall through another rush of the drug’s powerful pleasure, not only accepting his tormentor along with the administration of pain, but bearing through drug and shock, encouraging Master Eli to hurt him even more. Tucker looks in his face and whispers do it. With that final surrender of his soul the breach is ripped wide open, there is very little blood, and the circular ring passes through his piss slit and through the newly stretched passage. His head is back in a silent scream. "One last thing to do, my hippy boy, my beautiful, debauched intruder, who called me out and debased himself for me." Tucker sees through watery eyes his Master hold up pliers that are closing the thick ring onto an enormous bead. With a pressure that shakes his Master grip, the ball is sealed shut. He’s locked into the zero gauge. The ache is strong in his dick but the agony is starting to diminish. The chair’s straps are loosened and his Master's lips seal over his mouth. He wrestles a warm tongue filled with passion and lust. He's being lifted from the chair, cradled in the most powerful arms he’s ever felt. He utterly surrenders to a Master who will take care of him, provide for all his needs, who's lays him on the bed for the final act. Tucker unmoors himself from time and wallows adrift in the coolness of the turned down sheets, in the aquatic light of this unusual room. He's breathing underwater. His legs float up to his Master's shoulders. Something cold, wet and covered in mucous is being pressed against his small, tight anus. It pops in and he feels it slither into his rectum. He's waiting for it to start to hurt since this is all new to him, the territory virginal, but it doesn't hurt. He likes it, the viscosity’s soothing, his muscles contract and expand, inviting it to flow inside him as deep as it wants. He senses one hand being tied above him, then the other. He wants to be tied, he wants whatever his Master wants. He's being plowed deep and it's invading the most intimate parts of him, where no one touches, where no one knows, places even he never felt existed. So deep he feels his organs rearrange. His intestines are realigning, straightening, his body dictated by some outside force. His body is overtaken with pleasure; it’s no longer him but a primordial version of him. A cloth is tied over his mouth and knotted behind his head. He moans in ecstasy into the rag as the invasion transcends him to his core. He feels one leg lowering off a rock-hard shoulder, then the other, each tied to the bottom of the bed. He feels warm liquid spray across his faces. He sucks on the wet rag tasting salty remnants of warm spooge. He looks up to see Master Eli standing next to his head, flicking the last of his pale seed across his face. Strangely he still feels his entrails being invaded, wonders how that can be with Master hovering beside him. Master reaches between his legs and grabs the end of the eel and squeezes the tail to encourage its ultimate journey through his sphincter. The eel in entirely inside him. It moves forward generating a body wave that slithers up in one direction, and eases out reversing the undulation in another. Back and forth it drills within him. The body orgasms he releases over the next several hours while Master is away, are like none he's ever known or will ever know again. The door closes and he's left breathing underwater, internally erupting in breaking waves, over and over within the blue light.

Part 5 There was a loud knock at the door just after Bill and Jason finished double dosing my honey’s used cunt with their poz loads. I looked through the peephole and saw 3 black guys standing in the hall. I opened the door and they came in. Seeing the 3 naked men on the bed, one of them said, “I guess we’re in the right place for that ad”. “Glad you could make it,” I told him. I introduced myself and the one who’d already spoke said, “I’m Tony and this is Kevin and Brad” pointing to the other 2 who were already stripping. Tony was watching Bill and Jason untangle themselves after double fucking Aaron as he undressed. “I see we just missed a double fuck. Think your boy would be up for another?” he asked. Before I could reply, Aaron piped up, “Sure, why the fuck not.” I looked at the clock and figured as late as it was, this would be the last ones for the night. Might as well finish up the night on a high note. By now, Bill and Jason were standing over with us and all 3 of us looked at the 3 new guys. All 3 were in good shape. They all had big cocks and were all hard, but Tony’s was way beyond your stereotypical “big black cock”. He was a good 10 inches at least and I doubted I could get my fingers all the way around it. Plus the head of his cock was as big as a small apple. Kevin and Brad looked to be around 8 inches, both nice thicknesses, although Brad’s looked to be the thicker of the 2. “Since there are 3 of you, how do you want to do this?” I asked. “Normally, I have the bottom sit on my cock and the other guys will each take a turn being the 2nd cock” Tony replied. “We do this a lot and it usually works out ok doing it that way”. Bill and Jason both asked if it would be ok to stay and watch. Even though they’d both just came, they were starting to get hard again at the thought of all those huge black poz cocks tearing up Aaron’s hole even more. “Of course,” I told them. “Maybe after watching all this action, you’ll both get worked up enough to jack off on Aaron before we call it a night”. This got their cocks even harder. I turned back to Tony, who seemed to be the leader and spokesperson for our 3 black studs. “Ya’ll are poz, right?” Kevin and Brad both got big grins on their faces and nodded as Tony elaborated. “Fuck yeah; all 3 of us are unmedicated with extremely high viral loads. Like I said before, we do this a lot”. This was definitely the way to end an evening of converting the love of my life to poz. Tony walked to the end of the bed with Brad and Kevin on either side of him. He looked at Aaron, “Think you can handle sucking on this for a bit?” Not even replying, Aaron got on his hands and knees facing the enormous poz black cock and stretched his mouth open wide. He managed to get the massive cockhead and a few inches of the cock in and started nursing on it. Tony had each arm around Kevin and Brad and they were taking turns deep kissing him. Bill, Jason, and I were standing at the side of the bed, watching, and slowly stroking our cocks. Aaron took his mouth off the cock and started licking up and down the thick shaft. I was right in my guesstimate; his hand wouldn’t fit all the way around the shaft. If he hadn’t had so many cocks already stretching out his cunt, I honestly think it would have ripped his hole. I had to stop thinking about that because I was getting way horny. Tony broke off the passionate kissing and pulled his cock away from Aaron. He lay on the bed on his back with his legs off the end of the bed and his feet on the floor. He looked at Aaron and said, “Ok, get my poz babymaker good and lubed up. You’re going to need it”. I handed him one of the bottles of lube and he liberally greased up the black horse cock. He didn’t need any lube on his hole as it was so full of poisonous cum, it was started to ooze out and run down his crack. Aaron started to straddle Tony and he said, “Let my boys help you with that”. The 2 buff black men got on either side of their friend and picked Aaron up, cradling him in their arms. Tony held his giant poz cock still as his boys lowered Aaron until the giant cockhead met the gaping open, used pussy. He rubbed the head back and forth, slightly pushing a little into the wide open hole, and signaled the 2 men. They started lowering Aaron onto the giant cock, allowing his weight to force the cockhead inside him. “OH FUUUUUCK!” Aaron moaned as it slowly entered him. Once the head was in; they continued to lower him, letting his weight force more and more inside him. “GODDAMN, that’s thick!” Aaron moaned as he slid further and further down on the black horse cock. They reached a point where he no longer slid down any further, even though there were a few inches left. They removed their hands, allowing him to be fully sitting astride the cock for the first time. Brad leaned in and started kissing Aaron, shoving his tongue down his throat, and playing with his cock while Kevin stood up, put his hands on Aaron’s shoulders, and slowly started pushing him down the rest of the way on Tony’s huge cock. You could hear Aaron groan loudly while kissing Brad, but he never broke contact. When his severely stretched out pussy lips finally met Tony’s kinky pubes, he yelped, “UNGH!”. Brad leaned back and looked Aaron in the face asking, “You doing ok stud?”. “I’ve never been so full, so stretched out before by just 1 cock. This is beyond amazing! Even after all the fucking I’ve had tonight, it hurts, but it hurts so goddamn good!” Brad started running his hands all over Aaron, pinching his nipples and playing with his cock while Kevin took over kissing him. Tony lay still, letting Aaron adjust. Before too long, all the stimulation started really getting to Aaron and he started moving back and forth on the giant poz horse cock. He was definitely adjusting. I’m sure the double fuck he’d just gotten helped a lot. Tony grabbed Aaron’s hips and started some easy thrusting in and out. As he continued thrusting, Aaron got situated so he could start fucking himself more and more on the poz cock that was filling him up. This went on for several minutes with Brad and Kevin keeping my slut occupied with their tongues, hands, and fingers. Soon, Tony had Aaron lie back on his stomach and chest. Bill and Jason decided to get in on the act and each took one of Aaron’s legs, keeping them spread wide open, just like his used cunt. It was such a fucking turn on to see so much black poz cock in his hole. Since Kevin’s cock was not quite as thick as Brad’s, he got down between Aaron’s spread legs and started licking and slobbering all over and around the giant cock and the used pussy. Then he lubed up his fingers and started trying to get a couple in alongside the cock. Aaron groaned loudly as his violated asshole was being stretched even further. I got on the bed next to Aaron and Tony and started kissing Aaron deeply and passionately. Kevin kept working his fingers slowly and steadily until he had four fingers in alongside the huge black cock. Aaron’s moaning was constant now, which turned me on since he was moaning into my mouth as we kissed. Kevin used his other hand to lube up his thick cock and as he pulled his fingers out, he immediately shoved the head slowly in. “UNGH!!!” Aaron cried out as the head slipped in. Kevin held still and let him adjust. I pulled back from Aaron to look at him and make sure he was ok. There was a grimace on his face, but he looked at me and said, “Just give me a minute, I want it”. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “My God I love you!”, and went back to kissing him. Bill and Jason were still holding his legs and running their hands up and down them and Brad was still running his hands all over Aaron’s chest and stomach. Between all of that and the kissing, he finally adjusted and motioned with his hand for Kevin to start fucking more of his cock in. He pushed in a little, slowly, and Aaron just moaned, so he pulled out a little and pushed more in. All the physical stimulation he was getting plus the passionate making out we were doing had kicked my lover’s horniness into over drive. Even though he was almost over full of big black poz cock, he started bucking his hips, fucking himself on the poz fuck sticks. Everyone in the room was getting massively turned on. Kevin finally was able to get balls deep inside the ruined asshole. He held still for a minute, then he and Tony started their in and out fuck motions together. Aaron’s moans got louder and louder, despite being muffled by my kissing mouth. Every cock in the room was rock hard. I couldn’t help but think, if it’s this intense when Kevin and Tony fuck him, what’s it gonna be like when Brad gets his thicker cock in his used cunt. Apparently, the extreme tightness of my man’s hole was working overtime at getting Tony and Kevin off. They both started picking up speed and were grunting. They both started getting very verbal, “Take that black poz cock”,”Gonna shoot my poison juice in you soon”, ”FUCK, that tight used pussy is getting me close”,”Gonna breed you GOOD”. “I’m about to shoot,” Kevin said and Tony agreed with him,”Me too, gonna infect YOUUUUUUUUU!” Both of them erupted inside Aaron’s used cunt, flooding him with high viral load poz cum. Aaron pulled his lips away from mine and cried out, “GODDAMN, YES YOU POZ FUCKERS, BREED ME!!!” Tony lay there holding still, pumping shot after shot, while Kevin kept fucking, practically bellowing, “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!”. Kevin’s orgasm finally slowed down as did his fucking until he became still and collapsed on Aaron. After a minute to catch his breath, Kevin slowly pulled his still thick cock out of Aaron. A river of poz cum came out right after it. Bill and Jason let go of Aaron’s legs and dove in, licking up all the cum that ran out of the used asshole. “Don’t take all of that,” Brad said, “Poz cum that leaks out of a well fucked ass makes the best lube”. Jason and Brad smiled at each other and took Brad’s right hand, turning it palm up. They both let some of the cum they’d just sucked up run out of their mouths onto the palm of his hand. He smiled right back at them, kissed each one of them, and used the cum to lube up his thick black poz cock. I figured Brad would want to fuck Aaron right away while his hole was so stretched out. And Tony was still rock hard, buried in Aaron’s loose cunt, so he was ready to go for round 2. Bill and Jason once again took hold of Aaron’s legs, keeping them spread while Brad got between them. He reached forward with the hand that wasn’t lubing his cock, pulled Aaron towards him, looked him in the eye, and planted a deep, passionate kiss on his mouth. While locked in that kiss, he positioned his thick black cock, slimy with poz cum, at Aaron’s ruined asshole, and shoved in. Aaron’s eyes flew open, he grabbed hold of Brad, and he cried out in pain. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH MOTHERFUCK!!!”. Brad kept shoving his cock deeper and deeper into the super stretched out cunt. “Come on stud, you can do it, take our poz cocks. Open up just a little more and let me in”. Tears were running down Aaron’s cheeks, but he held on to Brad and didn’t ask him to stop. I went to Aaron’s side, holding on to him, telling him how much I loved him while Brad kept pumping in and out, slowly pushing more of his thick cock in. “I’m almost there, Baby, just a little more,” Brad told him. Aaron was breathing through clenched teeth, obviously in pain, but only nodded. “Lie back on Tony and try to relax”. I helped Aaron lie back. Tony wrapped his big arms around him while I stroked his hair and his face on one side and Kevin did on the other side. Bill and Jason were still holding his legs while Brad kept fucking his thick poz cock deeper into my boyfriend. “Oh fuck YES!” Brad said once he finally got balls deep. “Baby” he said to Aaron, “with as much cock as you’ve got in your right now, you could easily take 2 fists”. He slowly pulled his cock out til just the head was in and looked down at it. The shaft was covered in bloody cum. There was no way Aaron wasn’t going to convert after this fuck. He looked at me and gave me a wink. That thought made Brad even hornier than he already was. He showed restraint, however, not wanting to tear his hole up more than it already was. Brad slowly pushed all the way back in. Aaron hissed through clenched teeth, but didn’t make any other sound. Brad started a slow, steady pace, fucking his ruined, bloody asshole. He slowly increased the pace and Tony started fucking, too. They both fucked Aaron, burying their huge, black, poz cocks in him again and again. Despite the pain, Aaron showed just how much of a slut he truly was and started fucking back with his torn up hole. I was truly in awe at what was happening. My boyfriend, the love of my life, had taken poz cock after poz cock, taking load after load of cum deep inside him. His hole had been fucked and stretched until it was raw and bleeding, but still he wanted more. Every one of us who wasn’t fucking had a raging hardon. Brad and Tony were both fucking harder and faster and I could tell they were getting close. Again, both fuckers got more verbal as they got closer. “Get ready to take my 2nd load, baby”, “Gonna breed this used up pussy good”, ”These two big black cocks gonna drown you with poz cum”, “Gonna charge your hole up”, “This fuck is definitely going to gift you”. “Here it cums, stud” Brad yelled out as Tony bellowed like a bull, “TAKE MY FUCKING POZ CUM!!!” Both of them started shooting into Aaron, one again flooding his insides with their toxic loads. By this time, he was so tired and sore and exhausted that he just laid there on Tony, his ruined cunt soaking up the poisonous loads. Once he was spent, Brad pulled his deflating cock out and Kevin and I helped lift Aaron off of Tony and lay him on the bed. Everyone in the room had a raging hardon except the two that had just came. I leaned down to Aaron, looking at him with complete love, and said, “One last thing and you’re done for the night. And for this, all you have to do is lay there and enjoy it”. Bill, Jason, Kevin, and I all gathered around Aaron’s stomach and chest and started beating our hard cocks. It didn’t take long after everything we’d just witnessed. One after another, we all shot our loads on Aaron, covering him in poz cum. The look of pleasure on his face was amazing. It was the perfect end to a night of debauchery. It only needed one last thing to make it complete. I scooped up some of the cum from his chest and used it to jack Aaron off. With everything he’d been through that night, he hadn’t cum, so I figured this was the perfect way to have him shoot his last neg load. It didn’t take more than a few strokes with my cum smeared hand for him to shoot the biggest load I’d ever seen him have. All the guys in the room clapped. I made sure we all had each other’s numbers and after they were dressed, they all left. I licked all the cum off my lover, kissed him one last time, and we drifted off.

It all started innocently enough, just enjoying online porn websites. But then Drew came across videos encouraging the use of poppers, which he bought to enjoy these sites better. Then he discovered sissy sites that were encouraging him to offer himself up for the sexual gratification of men. Drew became more and more addicted to these. The visual stimulation coupled with the sensual feelings from using poppers and the repeated messages that were bombarding him, made him want to put what he saw and read into practice: Make yourself available to men Drew went to his local sauna to seek out cocks. You must have cock Having crossed the threshold and undressed, Drew wrapped a towel around his modesty and headed for the darkroom. You’ll do anything for cock When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw several people watching a man bent over with his legs on a bench taking a bare cock up his arse. So that’s what you must do: Prepare to be exploited Drew applied some lube to his arse and copied the position of the guy next to him as he climbed onto the bench. Give your sissy pussy to be used by men The sight caught the attention of many of those standing around watching including the guy fucking the man next to him. One of them came over and wanked his cock harder to get it stiff enough to enter him. You need to feel cock Drew’s dream was realised as he felt the guy ram his bare cock up his lubed arse. He’s in you now The experience of being fucked was both pleasurable and painful for Drew. It was difficult for him as he took the ever forceful thrusts up him. Drew sniffed some poppers to facilitate the cock’s ingress. Poppers prepare you for men’s load Although it was still a bit painful, this stimulation really turned Drew on. He could feel the guy thrusting more quickly now. He knew the guy was almost ready to come inside him. You must take his load His breathing got faster and with a grunt the man thrust his cock deep inside Drew and released his spunk into the willing arse. He pulled out and the cum started dribbling out of Drew. Feel it leaking with his cum The guy who’d been fucking the man next to Drew, looked avariciously at the now cum filled newbie and pulled out to change his attention towards Drew instead. Drew wasn’t going to resist more attention. Your sissy pussy wants cock Drew eagerly anticipated being fucked a second time. But what he didn’t realise is the man was positive and didn’t care whom he infected. Drew sniffed deeply on his poppers as he got ready for penetration. Take men’s cock deep The man shoved his cock deep within his unknowing victim and thrust vigorously wanting to breed another person. Drew was innocently enjoying the experience of his second fuck and felt the man thrusting into him more deeply. You love the feel of cock inside you The man pushed in even harder and held his position as his toxic load pumped into Drew. All that Drew knew that he was enjoying his second seeding as his fantasy instructions had encouraged him to carry out. You crave cum As the man pulled out, Drew looked around for who else was in the room and encouraged another onlooker over. Drew placed his mouth over the man’s cock and sucked hard. Now suck cock Drew liked sucking dick and was surprisingly good at it, bringing the man to climax quite quickly. The man withdrew and blasted his cum all over Drew’s face. This attracted the attention of another of the onlookers. Ready for more This young man had a large cock and had been visiting the sauna quite regularly and had recently contracted hiv, but wasn’t aware of his status. Consequently his viral load was very high. Drew was eager to have this big cock up his arse. You need cock The young man got Drew to face him and place Drew’s legs in the air as he stroked his cock to full length. Drew was looking forward to another bareback fucking. Little did he realise the consequences. Feel men’s cock enter you Drew was surprised how easily this large cock went inside him, presumably all the cum already inside helped lubricate him. This really facilitated his cock thrusting in and out of him. He slowly pushed his large dick further and further up him. Drew then needed to sniff deeply on his poppers. Your sissy pussy wants to feel bare cock deep inside you How much Drew was enjoying seeing his fantasies turning into realities. He was being the cum slut he was encouraged to be in the videos. You want men’s load Drew eagerly anticipated another load would be blasted inside him. He wasn’t disappointed when the young man suddenly announced he was about to cum and then shot his highly toxic load right up Drew. This had been a tremendous learning lesson for Drew. Indeed he had been well screwed!

It had only been a month since my last breeding, but the guys with whom I have had a couple of rounds were not available and my desire for cum has become a constant craving. There is something extremely thrilling and satisfying to be opened up by a man and feeling him unleash his desire inside me. It is so natural, primal and satisfying. With this ache in me I was determined to wade through the flakes and time wasters of the internet sites and find what I needed. The advertisement that caught my eye read "Masculine, dominant bi-total black top, discreet and looking 4 nasty submissive cum loving bottom, bottom must be height weight proportionate and love to service dic. Must be willing to suc cock to completion or take loads up your Cum living hole. I will be rough. Aggressive, no nonsense top who loves eating tight azz/pussy, fucking and droppinnut." I am a sucker for dominant black top guys. I am also aware I'm a typical white bottom in this context, and that for every BBC top there are droves of white bottoms from whom to choose, but hey, the first guy who bred me was a black guy with a cock so awesome he made me cum just by fucking me, so as far as I was concerned the die had been cast: even with the odds against me, I reached out to him offering up a willing, submissive, bi total bottom who would take his load wherever he wanted. And I waited. Waitied, and waited and waited. I could see he had read my response to his advertisement, but there was no reply. Part of me assumed he had chosen a different guy from what was undoubtedly a large number of better offers. It also occurred to me that perhaps I simply wasn't his type, but whatever the case, I was horny as hell and was going to fight like the third monkey on the ramp to the ark. I send another message describing how much I loved getting fucked and bred, selecting a passage I had posted on this site, and to which numerous guys had given me positive feedback, figuring I should use my strengths to get what I wanted. However, still there was no reply. So I added an element of convenience, providing him with my text number, letting him know I was mobile and already prepared. Still no response. I then sent him a message apologizing for sending so many messages, adding what I thought of as a 'throw away line', namely, that when I become obsessed with bbc like his, I find myself willing to do anything for a chance to pleasure it. Sighing deeply, I decided to move on and go about wanking off on bb porn and call it a night, assuming I wouldn't hear from him, only to have my phone ping me with the single word "Anything?" Gasping in shock, I absolutely lost my breath. It was him. "Yes," I replied, although I had the presence of mind to add "except blood, poop and drugs." "I understand," he replied, but then added "but prove it." "How?" I replied. "Show up at my door in 30 minutes and be prepared to do what you are told. If you don't you're a flake. If you say no I'll kick you out." I was there in 20 minutes, but waited until the 30th minute before I approached his door, all the while all too aware I had said I would do anything and I had no idea what that would mean to him. I was aware, however, that there was a definite thrill in giving oneself over to the desires of a dominant top man, in fact I find it a huge turn, but there is also a risk when one doesn't know the guy on the other side of the equation. Still, my internal worries didn't slow me: I rang his door bell exactly on time, all the while I was hard and aching, my shorts were damp with the pre-cum my cock was drooling. The door opened and a ruggedly handsome black man towered above my 5'9" frame. He said "Good you are not a flake, come in." I could see he was in his mid 40s, as was I. He had the semi athletic build of someone who was an athlete when younger but who, in middle life, had eased up on working out. He was still solid and fit but not magazine cover. Still, he was clearly physically powerful and I all but swooned. He led me into his living room where he gestured for me to take a seat. "So you are a cum loving pussy boy aren't you?" "Yes," I responded. "Answer me in full sentences," he snapped. I complied, immediately enjoying my core subordinate identity in this encounter. "Well, a lot of guys make that claim, but you need to prove it if you want my dick and cum, so start by stripping right now, right here." Immediately rising to my feet, I hastily removed my clothing, fumbling a bit with the buttons and hooks, especially as my hands were shaking in excitement. "Are you scared of what will happen or that you want get this cock?" he asked. I realized he had me pegged, it was both, I didn't want to get this far and fail him. The submission was happening, My desire was starting to tune into his demands, so I gave a full response to his question, which seemed to please him. He rose to his feet, stepped forward, and examined my body, ordering me to bend over and spread my cheeks for him. I complied. "Tell me how much your pussy wants my cock and cum," he demanded. Thinking quickly, I repetitiously recited this perverse mantra: "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum in my body. I will do anything to please you. I am a cunt, a slut. My cock is nothing. Your cock is everything. I will do what you order." It was torture and heaven. I wanted to get to feeling his cock in me, I was hungry and getting crazed. I loved the sensation of when a top succeeds in getting under my skin. I heard his zipper and was thrilled! Finally! "On your knees," he ordered. I dropped to the floor on the spot, fighting my inclination to reach for his cock. He noticed my self control, and barked "Tell me how much you want my cock." I responded with a version of my earlier mantra, but he halted my proclamation, with his own: "You said your ass and your mouth were mine. Now I'm going to mark my territory. If you resist or don't exactly obey me, I will throw you out." As he made this declaration he stepped closer so his eight inch, thick, semi-erect cock was close to, but not quite within reach of my tongue. Briefly I though he would force me to deep-throat his cock, but instead he grunted "Don't touch my cock until I give you the okay." Gazing up at his face, I waited his pleasure. Locking eyes, and he ordered me to repeat my mantra. The anticipation was driving me nuts. My whole was being focused on his magnificent cock. I could feel his heat on my mouth, smell him and virtually see his cock growing as I spoke. I was transfixed. "If you want my cum you have to prove it take my piss first. Don't say a word. Just open your mouth and look up at me." FUCK! I hadn't thought of this possibility. I had never swallowed piss before and I hadn't thought about including it in my 'no go' list. This was a potential crisis, but I wanted him so much I was aching and oozing precum like crazy. I had never thought I would be commanded to swallow piss, but hesitation would result in expulsion, and I had come too far to accept that outcome. Gazing up at hi, I opened my mouth and waited. Within seconds his warm liquid filled my mouth. I almost gagged at the thought, but instead swallowed as if his piss was an elixir from heaven. A strange smile combining conquest and satisfaction crossed his face, which led me to remember I had accepted his challenge, and if this was what he wanted, I was not in a position to reject his demands. By now his cock was fully hard and his head pushed into my mouth as he relieved himself in me. I was surprised at how easy it was to do this. What I was not surprised at was how turned on I was by doing this. He finished and I instinctively tongued his cock to get the last drop. "Now that you have some of me in you that is a start, now you need to get rid of your cum, stroke you little cock for me, show me how much you loved being marked, tel me how much you want my cock. It was humiliating to stand there and stroke my cock when all I wanted as his. I repeated how much I wanted his cock, how much I crave his cum and how I swallowed his piss because I am a slut. He seemed to like this display. As I was stroking for him he said "as soon as you cum you get rid of your manhood, you will be a true pussy for me and the only way to be restored is to take my seed get on the bed on your hands and knees." I did and he put a towel under my cock. I kept stroking and I heard him take off his clothes. Tell me when you are about to get rid of your cum he commanded. I was nearing orgasm, usually I cum after I get fucked or better yet during! I knew I would clamp up and probably not be as open to getting fucked after I shot my load, but yet there I was about to drain myself in order to take another man's cum. I told him I was cumming and as I started to shoot his cock pressed into my hole his hands griped my waste and he plunged into me! Cumming and first penetration was intense! I screamed and nearly fainted. I would have fallen away but he had a grip in me and pulled myself and my ass back onto him. There was no build up, it was an assault on my ass, I was clamping down on him as he was forcing me open. I couldn't feel anything but where his cock and my ass met! This was me being fucked into submission. I was reduced to crying and moaning and breathing like I was giving birth. His cock was thick and throwing in me, I could hear the sound of the lube being whipped up into a froth and hthe unmistakeable feel of balls slapped against my as. I heard him moan and grunt and he gripped me tighter. I felt myself opening up, not just the outer part but that inner part that only happens after a whole or a shot of poppers, both opening up almost simultaneously was incredible! The pleasure hit me like a train! No build up just from zero to 11 in seconds. My whole body was alive, nerves tingling at my nipples, toes curling, my skin bristling and shuddered at his touch and what was even more incredible was how my ass/pussy was quivering! I couldn't match his thrusts but I didn't have too my hole was naturally taking him and matching him. I was so proud of how my body was naturally taking care of his cock! After we'd both worked up a sweat and we're breathing hard he slowed down his pace making me feel his full length. I moaned like a bitch and found myself saying how much I loved his cock in me. A different mantra. He pulled out and I whimpered, he flipped me over on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. We both moaned as he slid back into me. I want you to see me as I cum in you, he growled. His powerful arms pinned my shoulders into the bed as I opened up for him. He had complete control of my body, I couldn't go anywhere. I didn't want too I want to be there taking him. His trusts changed and I guessed he was close, I didn't want this to end but I really wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to know I had pleased him and I wanted his masculine seed in me. I needed it. I started telling him so. I want your cum, I need you to breed me I repeated. He didn't reply because he didn't need too. He kept at my with an aggressive pace. He built up to a fevered pitch, pounding away at me, crumpling my body under his weight. I took it and took it and loved it. He shouted look at me bitch and I did, our eyes met and he reared up in all his glory and pushed himself balls deep into me. His body shuddered as his cock spammed inside me, warmth spread through my tenderized hole and a differed pleasure washed over me, soaking into me and filling me from deep within. What started out scarey, humiliating and rough turned into a deep peaceful pleasure that radiated from his cock and his cum to my whole body. He pulled out and I tucked my legs to my chest and tilted my ass back so his load would not fall out of me. Stay here, he said, I wasn't going anywhere. He was gone about a half hour. In that time I relived the past events and I was happy. I still glowed from the experience and my cock grew again at the thought of what I dad done and the still fresh memory of the pleasure I was recently awash in. He came back in and I was still on my back and holding his cum in me. He sat on the bed next to me and told me I was a good. He asked how I was feeling and I told him how good I felt how turned on I was and how much I loved feeling him in me. I said I still wanted more and asked if I could suck his cock. He said I could. I rolled over and found his cock with my mouth an took him in me. I felt hi grow inside me and I was thrilled. I was happy to have him in me again and I lovely suckled on him. He moaned his pleasure and I shifted so I could deep throat him. Again pleasure throughout my body from taking his cock in me. He stood up and I kneeled on the bed and kept him in my mouth. He said "That is good, but I am going to help you out" and with that he pulled out of my mouth and started stroking. I kept my mouth on his cock, I know what he was helping me out with, another load, this time in my mouth for me to swallow. I got hard again and stealthily slid my hand to my cock. I used the pre cum as lube and stroked my cock as he did his. I could have cum immediately but I want do cum as he did. His breath got quicker, his body stiffened and he put his hand on my head. I heard him grunt and he pushed my head on him pushing his cock deep into my throat. I felt his cock jerk inside me and tasted his cum on my tongue. I came as he did so we matched. He pulled out and I swallowed. I laughed and rolled over on the bed, spent, filled and satisfied. "Proof enough?" "Yeah," he replied, adding "you'll get more of my cock. Oh, and by the way, feel free to use the shower" he offhandedly commented as he left the room. I took him up on his offer, and after I had cleaned myself, dressed and went home, feeling completely proud of myself. I hope to return.

264...that's a stroll down memory lane...with a few things to add in for the future.

This is a bookstore video arcade story from my past. This happened about 12 or 13 years ago. But, I still remember it vividly, because it was such a wild and hot evening. And probably the first time I had played out my fantasy of being a complete whore and bareback pig bottom. The Las Vegas adult bookstores back then were even sleazier and nastier, than they are now. It was before all the online and phone app hookup sites. So, the bookstores, theatres and parks seemed to be a lot more active back then, because the cruising places were limited. This ABS is on the opposite end of town from where I live. But, it's located right at the main gate entrance to Nellis Air Force Base in North Las Vegas. It's about 30 miles from my home, and since my boyfriend was out of town for the weekend, I thought I'd rent a cheap hotel room on that side of town and whore out at the ABS by the base all night long. I checked into the sleazy motel that was just a block from this bookstore. I douched and showered. I got to the bookstore for the first time around 4pm. I was hoping to catch a few of the married guys that would stop in on their way home from work. This particular bookstore is still there. But, the arcade has been completely rebuilt. And it's not nearly as fun or as sleazy as it used to be. Back then it was pretty run down. Not the cleanest place. The videos choices were few. But, there were a couple of glory holes and it was always crawling with horny men. Either wanting to get their dicks sucked or fuck some ass. And because it right at the AF Base entrance, there were always some horny military hunks in there, looking to get off. Between 4pm and 5pm I remember sucking off a steady stream of mostly str8 guys, just wanting a blow job before heading home. After 5pm the crowd had left. And I was the last one left in the arcade. I was thinking of going back to my hotel for a bit, until the evening crowd began to grow again. But while I was just about to leave the arcade, a hot looking, black guy, early 20's, in his Air Force fatigues walks in. We give each other a few glances. He walks around the arcade checking for occupied doors. So, I turn and follow him around the maze of booths. He finally goes into one of the booths and I hear him lock the door. I hear him dropping 6 or 7 quarters into the machine. So, he's planning to watch for awhile. I wait outside his booth door for a bit to give him time to begin to get hard and stroking his cock. I try his door. Locked, damn it. I wait a few more minutes and try again. Still locked. Each time I try his door it jiggles the lock a bit. So, I know he can hear someone trying to get in. There's no one else in the arcade and he's such a good looking military hunk I decide to just wait it out and see if he gets horny enough to unlock. Well, after about 5 or 6 minutes, my wait pays off. I hear the lock on the door being moved over. I try the door again and it opens. I walk into his booth and lock the door behind me. He's got a mostly hard bbc in his hands, stroking it. I'm guessing it was already about 7"s and only partially hard. He's watching some str8 porn on the screen. He gives me a small smile when he sees me enter his booth. But for the most part, his eyes are glued to the str8 porn on the tv. I drop to my knees and begin to suck on his cock. He grows harder as I suck. Soon he leans over and slides his hand down the back of my pants. He finds my rosebud and fingers it. GR8! He wants to fuck. I get up off my knees and begin to take off my pants and underwear. He stands and takes his off as well. I've got some lube and poppers in my pocket and pull them out. I lube up my ass and hand him the lube to slick up his cock. I take some deep sniffs of poppers, then bend over the bench and offer my ass. He presses his cockhead to my hole and pushes in me. He fucked me hard and deep for only a few minutes before he let out a muffled groan and emptied his black balls into my ass. In typical str8 guy fashion, as soon as he came, he pulled out of my ass, pulls up his pants and exits the booth. He did it all so quickly, that I hadn't even had a chance to pull my own pants up. He leaves the booth and the door bangs shut. Someone else had obviously entered the arcade, while we had been fucking. Because the booth door opened again and a young white kid, also in his early 20's and also dressed in AF fatigues was standing in the doorway. I bent over on the bench again, showing him my freshly fucked ass. He stepped in and locked the door. He quickly dropped his pants and pressed his cock to my hole. As I'm sniffing some poppers, he pushes his 6" hard cock into me. I reach for my pants and pull out some quarters I have in my pocket. I hand him the quarters and he feeds the video machine as he continues to slowly fuck my ass. Maybe 5 minutes of fucking soon results in him depositing my second load for the day in my ass. He also very quickly pulls up his pants and leaves the booth as soon as he cums. I pull up my own pants and wander the maze of booths. The place was mostly deserted, but I do find one occupied booth. The door is locked as I jiggle the door. I wander the maze again then try that door for a second time. The door is unlocked, now. I step in and find a guy in his mid 50's with his cock in his hand. A str8 video is on the screen. I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He must of been really horny. Because I swear I sucked on him for only a minute or two before he filled my mouth with his hot load. So, I leave the arcade. At the doorway between the arcade and the main part of the bookstore, they had placed a cork board with some blank note papers, a pen and some thumb tacks for people to post notices. I read over the dozen or so notices that had been posted. Most were guys looking for guys. There were a couple of m/f couples looking for other couples or a 3rd. Massages being offered, etc. I took a piece of paper and wrote that I was a bareback bottom staying at the motel down the street. I wrote my room number and said that I'd be taking loads all night. I tacked it to the board and left the store to grab something to eat. I headed back to my room. Very quickly after returning, I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the security peephole to find a Latino guy in his mid 40's standing outside my door. I opened it and he stepped into my room. Without saying a word, he undid his belt, unzipped and pulled out a beautiful uncut dick. I dropped to my knees and began to worship his foreskin. Soon we had both discarded our clothes and he had sat on the edge of my bed. I continued to worship his latino foreskin and balls. I lifted his legs and licked his asshole. That put him over the edge. "I want to fuck you", he said. I climb up on the bed and he quickly slams his hard cock into me. He fucks me hard for only a couple of minutes before groaning and filling my ass with load number 3. For the next 6 hours I had a rather steady stream of guys knocking on my door. The majority were black and latino guys. A couple were Air Force guys. By a bit before midnight the knocks on the door had stopped. So, I dressed and went back to the ABS. I checked the corkboard when I entered the arcade. My notice was no longer there. So, that explains why the guys showing up to my room had stopped. I entered the arcade and it was very busy. A lot of booths had their red lights on. A half dozen guys were roaming the maze of booths, trying the doors. I did the same. I made a couple of rounds through the arcade. Most of the doors were locked. I couple of the unlocked doors were occupied by guys that I was not interested in. But, the place was really hoping. It was now a little after midnight on a Saturday night. Guys were coming and leaving the arcade quite rapidly. A nice mixture of Air Force guys, blacks and latino hunks. I did finally find an unlocked booth with a mid 40's white guy. Though he wasn't in a military uniform, he had that "look about him" that made him look like an Air Force officer. He had some str8 porn on the screen and was jacking off. I climbed between his legs and began to suck. He had a hair trigger and almost immediately shot his load in my mouth. I left his booth and again roamed the arcade a bit. But all the occupied booth doors were locked. So, I posted another notice on the corkboard. Again with my hotel name and room number. I went back to my room and once again had a steady group of guys knocking at my door. From 1am until 4pm, I guess I probably had another 6 or 7 guys come in and fill either my ass or mouth with their loads. OMG! I LOVE living in Las Vegas! It's one horny city! For a pig bottom guy like me, there are few places in the USA that could be a better place for a guy like me.

Link to the Price of Admission video:

Speaking as a top who goes through most guy's second ring, tallslenderguy is right. I can certainly feel when the head of my dick hits--and "probing and coaxing" it open describes it really well. Slamming against it doesn't feel good to either of us.

Not really advice (sorry), butt I hear you. Honestly I think a lot of this has to do with the tops technique? I have the same issue with it being uncomfortable, but if the top is cognizant, I find it a hot experience even with the discomfort (I guess because of the idea of it). I had a BBC recently who mentioned before we hooked that he liked long fuck. I do too, depending on the top. I typically have really good experience with black tops and this guy didn't disappoint. It's like his cock was a true extension of himself and he used it like a probe. It seemed like he could really feel my second ring around the tip of his cock and he fucked accordingly, kind of like some tops to with the first hole, just kinda playing and teasing it. He coaxed it open instead of forcing through and had me totally under his power.

More please. This one has been one of the very best.

Friday evening After waking up for the second time that day I felt sore, used and confused, I was now divorce with some sex workers poz load in my ass. My head swum at what that mean, I couldn’t even digest what was going on in my life it was all just too much to handle at once. It was around 6 pm when the fog cleared enough in my head to think of anything to do, the first thing that popped in was the mundane task of getting the mail. Simple enough thing and easily done….small steps I guess. I opened my front door and there was another supplement delivery form next door, this time with a note. “Ran into your ex as we were leaving, sorry to hear neighbor. Mixed these up figure you might want to just get a run in and clear your mind. Let us know if we can help” There were a total of six bottle altogether and this time they were a much darker yellow brownish tinge, I wonder if they made them extra strength knowing I need a boost. Forgetting about the mail I grab the gift and went inside putting 5 in the fridge and, thinking that a run sound like a good idea started drinking one. Gah these must be stronger they tasted a lot more acrid, the pleasant warmth filled my belly and I went upstairs to put on my running gear. Once I had my blank jock and tank top on I grabbed my big butt plug and worked it in my hole. Didn’t want cum leaking down my leg on a trail. Then stepped in my shorts and shoes. I know they said only drink one and these were made stronger it seems but with the day I was having I grabbed a second one from the fridge and quick chugged it. And just like that I was off. I took the same way that Tom and Mike and shown me the other day, my wind was really good and soon sweat was dripping of my body and my tank was soaked. Those water bottles really did the trick though, between the running and the supplements my mind was clearing up, letting me focus just on my running and movement, of course this also meant the movement of the plug in my ass which felt amazing as it was worked around. Working my way through the woods I followed the same trail as before and found my way over to the highschool. There I did some stretches and then some pushups and squats just for some muscle work. Having drank two bottle I started to feel like I had to piss so turned around and started back down the path. It was about 7 at this time and the sun was still up but on the horizon heading towards night. Jogging along the urge to piss for more and more urgent, not helped any by the plug in my hole. I was about half way through the woods when I noticed an off shoot and decided to chance it and take a quick piss. I slowed to a walked and walked the meandering path in a bit. It came to what looked like a bit of a clearing, I quickly pulled my short down ad bit and fished my cock out. Took awhile to get a stream going as I was half hard but once it started damn that felt good, man I must had had to go more than I thought I was pissing for a good minute when I heard a noise behind me. Startled I turned and saw an older guy come through the trail. He was maybe like 50s decent shaped dressed similar to mem he looked down at my pissing cock and then back up and me and winked. With that he went a bit away from me and started to piss as well. Fuck that was close , thank god he was just int eh same spot as I was. Unfortunately his appearance my my cock go hard again and I had to strain to get my flow started. Suddenly I jumped as I felt his hot breath on my ear “Need help with that?” Without a word or asking his hand reached around and grabbed my cock, instinct and my inner slut took over as moaned and leaned into his body. He smelled of sweat from running and it was like poppers, I moaned as he worked my shaft and his mouth nibbled on my ear. “Haven’t seen you in here before, you must be new. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Would you like that? Want Daddy to take care of you Son” “Oh yes please” I gaped breathlessly as his hand worked me slowly making me writhe against him, his other hand reached down the waist band on my shorts cupping my and agoign to my hole. “Fuck what do we have here, must be my lucky day. Bend over boy” His tone made me do as he said and without a thought in my head I bent forward. He pull my shorts all the way down showing my ass and the handle of the plug. “MMmmmmm jackpot, fucking slut bottom boy running with a plug in his ass. We are going to have some fun. Stay just like that boy.” He backed away a bit and I turned to see him taking a pic with his cam and typing into his phone, I started to straighten up and he was on me, turned me around and slapped me hard across the face. I saw stars and before I could regain my composure he pushed me to the ground and whipped his cock out. “Suck that cock slut boy” His cock wasn’t that big but it was uncut, sticking out of a silvered bush. My mouth watered and I stuck my tongue out and licked under the foreskin tasting his sweat, piss and precum. I moaned around his cock and began to take more and more of it into me. My Daddy threw his head back and lifted his arms showing dense pit fur. I hint of humiliation hit me as I realized I was still hairless from the neck down. I heard a rustling coming from the trail and Daddy just looked down and smiled at me. Through the break in the trees came two younger guys about college age, they looked similar enough that they must be brothers. “Glad you could join me, look what I found sons” My eyes grew big as it hit me, these were this guys kids and he had texted them to help in using me. The short of the two came around back and lifted me up still bent over blowing his father. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out in one quick motion . My muffled scream not stopping anything as the first son shoved his cock in my hole and started fucking me. Being young he didn’t last one and grunted adding more cum to my ass. He pulled out and his brother took his place, his cock was thick and a moaned as it hit my prostate making my own cock leak into my jock. At this point his father started to speed up the abuse of my mouth and I could hear his breathing picking up. His son redoubled his effort and the two flooded me at the same time. The father’s cum was sweet and I gobbled it down as I fell the older son fill my hole with a second load. “Good job boys should be fun for the rest. Lets go” Spent I dropped to my knees as the three put themselves back together. My hole felt empty and I grabbed the buttplug and started working it back in my hole. It felt so good I started fucking my hole with it bouncing on it sweat dripping form me , my eye glazed over I watch as the three left the clearing. I sat back down on my heels wondering what to do when I heard someone approach again. The guy that came through the clearing was about my age but very much not a runner. He wasn’t fat but not in great shape. He leered at me and smiled, grabbing his crotch. My mouth watered and I zeroed in on it as he unzipped and pulled out a decent sized dick and walked it over to me. Without thinking I started sucking, wanting more cum needing to get more in me. A bottle of poppers was placed at my nose and I took a big hit, then another, then another. Y head swam as I sucked harder and hard. The guy moaned and thrust his cock dripping precum in my mouth. Hands again grabbed my ass and lifted me. Someone else must have come into the clearing. I felt the plug pulled from my ass, my tank was pulled from me and the plug was place in that on the ground. A cock lined up and shove in me. It felt great, sliding in my worn hole I moaned around the cock in my mouth as the man shot his cum. It was bitter and watery but I swallowed it down. He stepped away and was replaced by another cock. I no longer noticed the guys just the cock. I was in a daze, I felt horrid and dirty thinking of sucking all these dicks without knowing the guy, without being attracted to them. The guy using my mouth had a belly that would hit my forehead with each thrust. The guy in my ass grunted and I felt his cum added to my hole. At this point I stood up and needed a breather. The light was fading but I could make out a couple more guys, no one I would have picked up at the bar. A hand came around my chest and the bottle was placed to my nose. I heard the command breathe……and I did. The bottle was held there as I inhaled forcing me to take hit after hit, my head swam and my breathing increased. “There you go, that’s the ticket now bend back over and let us finish shooting our dirty loads in that hole. You know you want it slut boy “ I leaned over and grabbed my ankle as another cock entered me. A sigh escaped my lips and the rocking continued. The slapping fo their flesh against my ass. Working the loads deep in me. Tears formed at my eyes as the man grunted cumming in me and slapped my ass hard “Who wants to knock this cunt up next”………..

Sorry it took so long to get this out there. It's just tough with so much going on in life, right now. I spent most of whatever free time I had reading, as opposed to writing. I may have just one more installment after this, more like an epilogue. Thanks for the love and encouragement. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed writing out some of the raunchier elements with this, so my next project might be more focused on man scents. --- As soon as Joey left, I texted Carlos to let him know what happened and he told me he’d be on the lookout for Joey’s text. In the meantime, I went about work before prepping for the night. I got the text from both Carlos and Joey at the same time while I was prepping myself. Joey merely said to be ready tonight because he found someone who was interested. Carlos said he could wait for us to give Joey his third Poz load. My cock would not go down as I waited the rest of the day thinking about what Carlos said. Even if I wasn’t the one pozzing him, I was definitely complicit in the act. I wondered whether the old me would have ever thought something like this was arousing. Would I have been disgusted with myself. It didn’t really matter, my raging hard on told me. I was already in too deep. Joey walked in with the air of excitement. I could see it in his smile and instead of warming my heart, it warmed my groin. “Hi babe,” he greeted me. “I hope you’re ready. He should be coming over soon.” “I think I’m ready. I hope you are.” I leaned into his face for a kiss and pulled his hips into mine, grinding my hard cock into his own. We made out, arousal at our upcoming event fueling the fire of our sexual drives. Joey pulled my shirt off and I got a whiff of my pits. I didn’t bother washing because I had a feeling Carlos would appreciate it, but I saw the brief stink-face from Joey. I kissed him again to take his mind off of that. This night wasn’t about what he was into. Just then, the buzzer rang. Joey walked over to open the door and there stood Carlos. He looked sexy in a white tee and those loose fitting pants as he walked in. He looked from Joey to me and smirked. “Hey, I’m Carlos,” he ‘introduced’ himself as he shook my hand. The pretense of It all made me anxious and horny. He shook Joey’s hand, too. To his credit, Joey acted quite natural as though he hadn’t met him before. “I’m Joey,” he said plainly. “I’m the one who you spoke to. And this is my boyfriend, Andy.” “You guys seem pretty hot,” Carlos said as he brushed his hand across his chest. “I like that you guys are open to playing around.” “Well, we’ve been strictly monogamous until today,” I mentioned. I scanned Joey’s face to see if that statement was lost on him. Again, to his credit, he didn’t seem phased. Which only served to fuel my fire. “But I’d love to watch you work his ass over.” “Oh really,” he quipped as he moved closer to me and pulled my head in for a deep kiss. My eyes closed briefly and I brought my hand down to grope his cock through his pants as our tongues intertwined. After breaking our kiss, I noticed Joey’s eyes a bit dimmed but they lit up again as Carlos moved towards him. Joey led the way as all three of us moved into my bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed, sandwiched between me and Carlos. I lifted his shirt off as Joey did the same to Carlos. They made out as I undid Joey’s belt, pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. I stood up and Joey crouched down to take off Carlos’s pants and admire the poison package. Carlos grinned and looked up at me. He reached for my shirt and pulled up. With my arms up, he caught a whiff of my scent and dove in with a “fuck yeah” and lapped at my pit. Joey had just worked the cock into his mouth at that point and Carlos seemed in heaven, switching over to my other ripe pit. He came up for air and I pulled him into a kiss, tasting my scent on his lips. Both of us breathed in the musk, panting as we made out while Joey worked on Carlos’s now rock hard cock. “Take off those pants and sit on the bed,” Carlos whispered huskily. I positioned myself at the head while Carlos pried Joey from his dick. He lifted him from the floor and guided him by the shoulders towards the bed. Joey crawled towards my cock, which left his ass in the air. As Joey started licking my balls, Carlos leaned in and started to lick his ass. It was such a turn on watching as Carlos ate with fervor at my boyfriend’s hole. “Mmm delicious,” Carlos said as he came up for air and started whacking his hard cock on Joey’s ass. He looked into my eyes and saw the hunger. “I can’t wait to fill it up.” Joey lifted his head off my cock and motioned for the condoms. He looked at me and said, “Thank you. I needed this.” I assume he meant the threesome. “I know. I need this just as much if not more,” I replied, referring in my own head to watching him unknowingly being loaded with poz cum. I gave him the condom so he could put it on Carlos. Carlos looked at me smiling as he spun Joey towards my hard cock, shoving his face down on it. Carlos pulled hard on the condom to snap it, as I’d already made sure they were easy to break. I handed over the lube and Carlos applied a generous amount to his cock and to Joey’s ass, shoving his fingers in to get more in there. I could have sworn I felt Joey squirm a bit. His mouth bit down on my cock a bit as I watched Carlos piston his fingers in and out. He pulled his fingers out and showed me his nails were long. It all made sense. Carlos aimed his cock at Joey’s hole and slid in easily with all the lube. I was hard as a rock knowing he was taking my boyfriend’s ass raw. Joey moaned into my cock as he was filled with that poz cock. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled Joey off and kissed him. It was more of an animal kiss than a lover’s. Carlos gripped his hair and pulled him up to kiss him, too. I took that chance to get off the bed and get underneath both Joey and Carlos so I could watch that scorpion tail sting its prey. I was rock hard and drooling as I saw Carlos pull all the way out and slide all the way back in raw. He pushed Joey’s face down into a pillow and started plowing his way through that cheating ass. His ass juices and lube were splashing onto my face. I got up as Carlos looked into my eyes and winked. He pulled me in for a deep kiss. As animalistic as this one was, I couldn’t help but feel something I felt was missing from when Joey and I kissed. We shared something deeper in this passionate kiss. We broke our kiss as he used one hand to guide my head to look at his cock. His thrusting pace slowed considerably. He wasn’t pulling all the way out, but after a few more thrusts he pulled all the way out and pushed my head down to his cock. I could taste his musk and separate it from Joey’s ass juices. I could taste his cum. He’d unloaded in Joey’s ass. I lifted off his cock and stuck my face in Joey’s ass. I ran my tongue across the abused hole and pushed in. Some of Carlos’s poz cum leaked into my mouth and I moaned. Carlos made a show of getting another condom as he tossed the broken one from his cock into the trash so that Joey could see him as he handed it to me. I quickly went to work putting it on myself and “making myself comfortable”. Carlos came behind me and licked his tongue up my crack as I slid myself into Joey’s wet, used hole. I felt myself shiver as I could feel his tongue lap up my musky ass, working its way into my hole. I shivered, too, as I could feel his cum/lube mixture in Joey’s ass as I fucked my little whore. I shivered more as I felt Carlos kiss his way up my ass and back towards my neck. Maybe it’s cold in heaven. He tossed an open condom wrapper past me onto the bed. Joey looked back and saw him standing behind me and leaning forwards, kissing my neck. He saw my eyes glaze over with lust as I thrust into him with Carlos moving closer. He saw my gasp as Carlos snapped his hips against my ass. He heard me moan as Carlos thrust into me, which led me to thrust into Joey. I reached around to jerk off Joey’s cock and Joey turned his head back to the pillow and began moaning, opening his ass up for me. As Carlos tongued my earlobe, he paused there while continuing to fuck my ass. “This is so hot. You look so hot fucking him. I love your hole. It feels so nice in here.” I moaned hearing these words as he spoke them with a seductive whisper. “How does it feel, fucking your own load into his ass. Feels good, doesn’t it? God, you look so hot. Don’t you wish you were pozzing him, too? Wouldn’t that be hot?” His questions burned in my mind, fueling my fuck. I did think it would be hot. I did wish I was pozzing him. “Fuuuuuuck,” was all I could manage to say. I felt Joey’s ass clench as he reached orgasm. It drove me over the edge as I unloaded in him. I slammed each load into him, hoping he would be pozzed for all of his life. As I clenched up for that final blow, I felt Carlos’s arm across my chest. He pulled me into his cock and I naturally bent over to open my ass for him. I felt him shake as he held onto me. I realized I was shaking a bit, too. Carlos recovered first, pulling out of me. He helped me pull out of Joey and leaned in to lick Joey’s ass clean. He then moved to suck my cock clean of juices. Then he sat up and I saw his cock. I’m not sure I was surprised, but there it was in all it’s glory – with a broken condom on it. I leaned down to suck it clean and removed the evidence. Carlos took it and the one that was on me and tossed them in the trash. He lay down on the bed on that side as I slid up next to him, sort of squeezing Joey out to the other side of the bed. Carlos wrapped his arm around me and I felt myself melt into him. I closed my eyes and slept.

My partner and I have been together since 1991, we got married on our 25th anniversary, that night I went to a Cum-union party. We've been fucking around on each other from day one. Conversations about our extramarital activities are usually about a guy that looks like Harry Potter who I got both my hands up his ass. Unless you're some kind of landed gentry and the patrilineality of your first born son is called in to question, worrying about monogamy is kinda pointless.

With a Ph.D. in Justification and my extensive service to the community as the Executive Director of the not-for-profit organization'Tim & Pete's Center for Sexually Compulsive Males between the ages of 16-25' I believe I can help you work thru this. Your dilemma is not that unusual, though your ability to clearly communicate your concerns, is very different from the intense hands-on, grueling ordeals our 'guest' must go through in order to develop the appropriate program of therapies tailored to each individual's specific needs. Fortunately, your situation only requires a change of perspective. As I understand it, occasionally you get flipped, banged out and cumdumped by a NSA fucker who just needs a wet hole to unload in, and you like it. After your buddy nuts and bolts, the second he's out the door, you're the same Full Time Top Man the boys are all throwing their pussies at. The only difference in who you are, is- you got some guys cum in your hole. BFD. My advice, don't fret about it, the minute you owned up to your actions it stopped being a problem or even a liability. The tops out there who have tried it, denied it and lied about it are the bitches with a problem. And as a matter-of-fuckin-fact, regular prostate massage is an important part of keeping your junk fuckin and your tanks pumpin'. I bet you're not the only one appreciating those benefits.

Took care of a patient today who had surgery for a hernia repair—nothing new there---he was early 30s, average looks, and did not speak much English. As I was assessing him I noticed he had the flimsy jock strap they usually put on these patients and the waistband was right on top of his incision. When I pulled it down I made sure to cup his cock which even soft was fucking thick. After a bit he motioned that he wanted to take off the jock strap because it was hurting. I helped him with that and soon he was laying in front of me legs spread and that thick cock hanging down over a nice set of balls. I know just enough Spanish to get by and he was telling me “it used to hurt here” as he was playing with his balls. I felt them and asked if it hurt now? He just smiled real big and let me roll his balls around. I took one hand and held his cock up and slowly slid the foreskin back. His cock was tapered at the tip and just got thicker as it went down to the base. I did it a few times and his cock got thicker as it got harder. It was really impressive. I stroked his cock and played with his balls for a bit and he rested his head back and closed his eyes and fell back asleep. I stopped and continued charting but when he woke I saw him feel his balls and stroke his cock all the while making sure I was watching him. He took my hand and put it on his thick cock and I resumed stroking watching his smile get bigger. I licked my hand and gave his cock a few slicked up strokes which made him groan. I bent over and licked his cock and gave it a few sucks when I felt his hand on the back of my head. His cock was not long but damn was it thick. As my lips got to the base of his cock they were stretched and I felt the head of his cock touch the back of my throat. As I pulled off and looked at him he indicated he wanted more and I gladly went back to sucking him. All to soon I could feel his balls draw up as he shot a nice big load in my mouth. Afterwards he placed my hand back on his cock and I slowly stroked him for awhile. Another memorable patient.

Had two interesting patients recently, one was 76 and the other was 22 and they were both poz. The younger guy woke up hurting and after some pain medication he calmed down but decided he needed to be naked and uncovered—not that I was complaining. For his procedure they had to shave his stomach and into his pubic area and he kept rubbing himself saying how smooth it was and how great it felt. He said his cock looked so much bigger without the hair. I watched as he rubbed, pulled, and caressed his body. It was hot. The medication made him chatty and I asked about him being poz and he told me he loved to fuck and knew he was going to get it eventually so he searched it out. Told me he would take any cock and load and that he liked to fuck too. As he was talking I rubbed his leg and worked my way down between them and up to his balls and then down to his hole and eased my finger into him. He just spread his legs and reached over for my cock. He asked if I would ever fuck a poz guy and I said of course. As I added another finger to stretch his hole I bent over and licked the drop of precum at the head of his cock. He grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock and shot a huge load of that poz cum in me. I pulled off and he apologized but said that was just what he needed and he fell asleep. Later when he woke up he acted as if it never happened and was sent on his way. The 76 year old was a nice man who had a minor procedure and very flirty. As I looked at his dressing I saw his cock which was long and hanging between his legs. As I felt his abdomen we kept talking and even after I was finished I kept my hands there right above his cock. He reached down grabbing his cock and said this thing has gotten me into all kinds of trouble but no one wants anything to do with it anymore. He said being old was bad enough but you add poz to it and no one wanted him anymore. I rubbed his cock and said they are foolish. I squeezed and pulled his cock softly and he said it had been so long since anyone touched him like that. I kept at it as we talked and he got harder though it took some work. He had a really big head and I rubbed around it saying I bet that really stretched some hole and he just laughed and said you have no idea. He said you don’t have to do that and I said I want to that I liked feeling him in my hand and would love to feel him in my mouth. He said I won’t tell if you won’t and I leaned over and licked that huge head and worked that cock into my mouth and throat. His hands found their way to my head and he slowly guided my mouth. He pulled me off and stroked for me saying he was getting close I whispered in his ear that I wanted that load and he said are you sure and I just went back to sucking him and soon he shot in my mouth. Afterward he was nice and kept saying how grateful he was for taking such good care of him. Two patients, two loads of poz cum. One older one younger but both very hot.

A/N : This idea came to me as I was looking for incest videos, and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a slow buildup, I hope you enjoy it. —————————————— Fuck, you're hot, man. I read the latest message I got on Grindr, looking at the pics from the sender—J21DL, who was just 15 miles away. Just body shots, and what a body it was—all smooth, defined bouncy pecs, and rock hard abs. His screen name explained why he didn't show his face—I didn't show mine either, after all. It made my dick stir in anticipation, as I scrolled through his racier pics—which he'd unlocked for my viewing. J21DL had a nice round ass, and a clean, tight-looking hole. His last pic, where he was kneeling, ass in the air, hands spreading his fat cheeks apart, almost made me come. I lay in bed, naked, stroking my cock. My wife was working a night shift—again—and here I was, all horned up. I've been getting lonely ever since my son went off to college 3 years ago, and my wife started taking more shifts at the hospital. We kept missing each other, what with my day job and her night job. I didn't see much of her, and all those nights spent alone really did a job on my sex drive. So I channeled that frustration into working out, shedding all the fat I'd gotten from all those marital years, to the point where I looked pretty ripped now—if all the attention I was now getting was any indication. I loved fooling around with guys when I was in college—hell, some the hottest sex I'd had was with guys—and hadn't had the opportunity to do so since I got married. I kept to myself, watching gay porn, chatting online with cam guys, but I never actually went all the way and cheated on my wife. That's where I crossed the line. Until tonight. Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, I replied to the young college guy. White guys aren't my type, usually, but even I couldn't deny how gorgeous that young stud was. And horny as I was, I couldn't help but fantasize about how great that bubble but would feel, bouncing against my hips, with my cock up that tight hole. I shared my locked pics with him, one which showed my happy trail down to my hard 8-inch cock. Another with my profile, highlighting the curve of my ass. Fuck... J21DL said. I need that cock inside me. Yeah? Fuck yeah. My GF's studying for an exam, and I'm horny as fuck. Come over. I paused, a war raging inside me. Oh how I wanted to plow that young thing all night long. But I wanted to be faithful to my wife. Hell, that kid was the same age as Brandon, my son. I couldn't do that to them. Could I? Wish I could, kid, I eventually sent. Why can't you? I'm married. That's even hotter, he replied. Part of my agreed, and I groaned in frustration. A few seconds later, I received a pic from him. Come on, man, I need your big cock in me. Damn, kid, I replied as I squeezed my cock. You're kind of cheating already right now anyway. Might as well go all the way now. Was I, though? Was this cheating? Fuck, I wasn't thinking clearly, horny as I was. As I looked at the empty space next to me, then to my raging hard cock, I made up my mind. Fuck it, give me your address, I said, and within half an hour, I was leaving my car and standing before a fraternity house, cock still hard in my cargo shorts. I'd left in a hurry, didn't even bother putting on underwear—I'd just grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts. I entered the house, the front door left unlocked as J said it would. Thank God, Brandon hadn't joined a frat. At least I wouldn't be caught by my son tonight. The front door will be open, come up the stairs, first door on your left. I'll be waiting for you on my bed, ass up for you to take. Just come in, don't say a word, fuck me real good, then leave. I don't want my brothers to hear us. As promised, I found one beautiful boy standing on all fours on a queen size bed, his perfect bubble butt in front of me. I could barely see inside his room, dark as it was, but I didn't care much at the moment. I didn't waste time and kneeled in front of J, taking a good whiff of his musky scent before lapping up at his hole. I dug my tongue in, reveling in the soft moaning that left his mouth. I slapped his hole with my cock then, letting my head rub back and forth over his hole, teasing the entrance. My cock was leaking precum like I'd never seen before, and I was smearing it all over J's hole, the thought of filling that young boy's ass with my cum turning me on even more than I already was. "You want that cock?" I asked as I plastered myself over his back, nipping at his earlobe while I kept grinding my cock between his ass cheeks. "Yeah, fuck me," he replied, and then put a condom in my hand. I took it, not letting my disappointment come through, and sat back on my feet. I grabbed the bottle of lube J had left on the bed and poured a good amount on his hole, slipping my fingers through. "Fuck," he muttered as I slipped on the condom. The latex felt weird on my cock, as I hadn't used a condom in forever, and even a little constricting. I didn't like it, but I wanted to respect this young man's wishes—I knew I was clean, but who knew what diseases he carried. I didn't need to be caught with an STD. Soon enough, I was ready—and so was J—and slowly entered the young jock's hole. "Ooh fuck, yeah, just like that," he whispered, encouraging me to pick up the pace. I slipped in an out of him slowly at first, loving how crazy I was making him. I wanted to tease him until he went wild with want, and begged me to fuck him senseless. "Come on, old man, fuck me," he said, thrusting his ass back against my cock. How I wish I could see his face right now, and so I rolled him over, my cock still inside, trying to get a good look of his face. Sadly, it was too dark, so I traced his features with my fingers, stroked his smooth young face and plump lips. J had really soft hair, and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. He kissed back like a starved kid, and that spurred me to fuck him harder. J wrapped his arms around my broad back as I plowed his ass, swallowing his moans with my mouth as my balls slapped his ass. I was in heaven, fucking this pretty young thing, and for a moment, I forgot I was a married man in his late forties. "Mmhh, yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the last word making me pause. Had he just called me...daddy? "Don't stop, fuck me, Daddy." There was that word again, sparking something inside me. I found myself even more turned on at the thought of fucking my own son, which was crazy as fuck. I had never even thought of that before. J awoke a beast in me, and I found myself fucking him even harder. There was no way his frat brothers couldn't hear us, even if we kept our mouth shut, the sound of my balls hitting J's ass was pretty loud. "You like that, son?" I whispered near J's ear, getting myself into this little roleplay he got us into. "Like Daddy's big cock in you?" "Fuck, yeah, Daddy," J said, his arms bringing me even closer to him for a sloppy kiss. "Love you, Daddy." "Love you too, baby boy," I replied, feeling my load coming. "I'm going to cum, son." "Cum inside me, Daddy," he said, and just like that, I came undone, bursting inside J's hole, wishing there was no barrier between us. I pulled out of him, and took of the filled condom off my cock, and was about to tie it up when J stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't throw it away," J said, taking the condom off my hands. "Such a waste." "What are you doing?" I asked, not seeing clearly what the kid was up to. "I'm tasting your cum, Daddy," he replied, and there I could see the condom inside his mouth, J tilting the end up to make my cum slid down his mouth. It was the hottest thing I 'd ever seen in my life. "Fuck, you taste so good, Daddy." "Jesus Christ, son," I said, pinning him down on his bed to kiss him. I tasted my self on his tongue, and man, that tasted damn amazing. My cock was getting hard again, and I felt J's own hard cock grinding against mine. He was moaning pretty loud as we kept kissing, our cocks sliding together in bliss, until he, too, came. I felt his cock pulsating along mine, and that made me come again. "You feel so good, Daddy," he whispered, hands roaming all over my back as we kept sliding our bodies up and down. "Thank you." "You're welcome, baby," I said, pulling away to look at the mess on his belly. I couldn't resist the sight of all the glistening cum on his abs, and leaned down, lapping up everything I could. "Give me some," J said, and I obliged, keeping all the cum in my mouth until I could lock my lips with his. We shared the cum between our tongues, my body flushed against his. I never wanted to leave J, his gorgeous body connecting with mine, his strong thighs tangled up in mine. At the moment, I didn't regret my decision, even if it meant I was a cheater. I had one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't care less, I thought as I dozed off with J in my arms.

1. Tucker Broderick Doesn’t Give a Shit About You From where Sergei is crouched straddling the rooftop, he can see right up Tucker's shorts. He’s aware, too, that Tucker does this on purpose. Tucker bites down on a string of nails between his teeth, methodically laying down a shingle, pulling out a pair of nails and securing the oyster grey shingle in place. He then crab-walks up a foot or two to ready the nails for the next shingle. Between hammering, he looks up at Sergei in his wary, enticing way (the shit) and scratches his balls, also on display. Sergei glances down from his rooftop peak and secures his top ridge cap shingle. Since Tucker is close to laying the final, upper-most course of shingles, he’s pretty close to Sergei. His balls will soon be close enough to touch. Sergei has to look away. Sergei takes wire rim glasses from his shirt pocket and wraps them around his ears. The view from the roof of this Echo Park home is epic. The smog abated with last night’s windstorm, and today you can actually see Santa Monica. Past old Hollywood, past Beverly Hills, past Brentwood, right down to fucking Santa Monica beach, miniature palm trees and all. The blue expanse of the Pacific ocean is almost as blue as Tucker’s eyes. The view up Tucker’s shorts is even more epic. The sun slashes directly over his large hanging pink crown. In the dark cave beyond you can even make out a dark patch of pubes. Inside the shadow glints the thin metal P.A. piercing his dickhead. His crouch has his left leg bent up toward Sergei on the upside of the roof at a right angle. The other leg, muscular and taught, is straight out, balancing him against the roof’s pitch. The baggy shorts are long and droop open enough to let the warm afternoon breeze flap the black polyester silk, swaying his long, hanging ballsack in the same warm breeze. Sergei feels his own balls churn in his worn Levis. The breeze up here on the roof blows Tucker’s auburn hair off his shoulders. If not for his red cap it would blow all over his face, but the cap holds it down. He nails his last shingle at roof’s peak next to Sergei, then stands, scales back down the roof to his last course of shingles. Sergei quickly replaces his glasses in his pocket hoping Tucker hadn’t seen them. He feels they make him older than he is. His bald spot doesn't help. "Boss-man," says Tucker turning to him. Sergei shields his eyes against the sun, low in its descent toward the ocean. “Only got a few more in my row, then what?” Tucker voice is sonorous. Sergei learned sonorous in English class last night, and it describes Tucker’s voice to a tee. Deep and full. He has no right to have a voice so rich, when his is so scratchy with these foreign, garbled words always tripping over his tongue—or a face so striking he feels he's always caught staring. Admit it though: You’d spot Tucker easily in a crowd, even if he wasn’t just wearing shorts and tennis shoes and nothing more. He isn’t pumped up gym-built, but his torso’s a perfect V. His arms are cut like a bronze statue from working construction outdoors for him since graduating two years ago from high school. His chest is broad, tan and smooth; his chiseled pecs rise and fall with his breath while his foreman thinks what, indeed, was next. An invite for a beer after work? Maybe enough to have him once again pass out on the couch? Sneak a quick blow job that would not be mentioned in the morning? The breeze changes slightly so Tucker is now directly upwind of him. He can smell the suntan oil and body sweat. Being near-sighted, it’s the first time Sergei reads the words on Tucker’s red cap. Make America Great Again. A cloud of birds suddenly swoops close to the roof and scatters overhead. They gathers again into cloud formation and disappears over the ridge. Sergei sits back on his butt, seeing Tucker in a different light. “Really, man?” Sergei asks. “Fuck yeah. Trump that bitch, yo.” Tucker hears the disapproval, takes off his cap, reaches in the pocket of his shorts and takes out a black hair band. His face is impassive. He twists a pony tail, sticks the band over it, and puts the cap back on. He looks down at Sergei, asks, “You think owner-man would mind if I use his shower before I take off?” Sergei thinks about it. “You have towel?" he asks. Tucker nods. "You lock up afterward, okay?” “Da,” Tucker mocks his accent with a smirk and a wink. He knows what works on Sergei. At the lip of the roof Sergei's his younger brother Alexei—or Alex, as he insists now that he’s married a pretty American girl—pops his blond head up. He scans the two figures at the rooftop, tilts his head down slightly, raises his eyebrows, opens his eyes wide, and swears, “What the fuck? You guys aren’t done?” He eyes Tucker guardedly seeing how Sergei is eyeing him, or specifically—he knows his brother weakness—is trying not to eye him. “Come on, man. I told you I want to knock off early. Cindy wants to go to her parents' house and show off the baby. Sergei, she wants you to come too.” Tucker says, “Fifteen, twenty minutes, bro. Right, boss-man?” “Da,” says Sergei, spreading his legs out, straddling the roof, and hammers down another ridge shingle. Alex disappears down the ladder, while Tucker inches over to his last course of shingles. Squats. He’s maybe a foot away. Sergei stills smells him. It’s not lost on him that Tucker’s crouch exposes more than an inch of his crack. In fact, in the bright sunlight streaming down his spine, Sergei sees the brown swirl of butt hair blooming out of Tucker’s waistband. He even sees the parted canyon of entangled hair that disappears down into darkness. He follows a trickle of sweat traveling like a rollercoaster that falls into the canyon. He's staring again. This close, looking up at Tucker’s billowed back spread like a sail, he can’t tell if the tribal ink covering his back is supposed to be wings of an angel or wings of a bat. Tucker shuffles up another inch closer to attack a nail at mid-shingle. He’s close enough to see beads of sweat perched on the swirls of crack hair. He loves his brother but he feels trapped in his life. However crisply in focus the glistening beads inches away, tonight, and most likely forever, they’re out of reach. 2. The Closet Sergei and Alex putt-putt down the street in their nondescript coup. Sad! Tucker Broderick takes his day pack from the bed of his truck and walks to the house. It's weird, this house, you gotta admit that. He looks up at the scattershot pink structure, at its many angles and levels. Nothing straight about it, especially the owner, Alex had told him. Ground level's the one-car garage. The green door accordions sideways. A staircase to the left leads up the steep cliff to a stone landing where there's a glimpse of downtown Los Angeles. Mostly, though, the landing looks out to the flatlands of South Central. The front door is thick and arched, probably the original mahogany from the 1920s. A caged peephole and ironwork hinges so ornate he's surprised someone hasn't stolen it decades ago. Terracotta pottery with bougainvillea surround the stone landing. Large palms overhang making the area, even though it's still in the nineties, feel shaded and cool. The inside entrance is small but with the arched picture window above the garage expands the view to the hills of Hollywood and makes it feel larger than it is. French doors to the left are curtained and hide a staircase that leads to the main floor. Why cover the staircase? Seems bizarre. Lots of wallpaper on this floor. Printed bougainvillea and palm fronds again. Tucker hates coordination. Reminds him too much of mother. You might miss it but under the stairway a glass nob opens a camouflaged closet wallpapered over. A table stands in front of the railing with a glass bowl filled with loose change and keys. The stairway is not grand but nicely refurbished. He and Sergei had toured the house looking for the bathroom once before. He remembered there were many staircases, some leading to just one room. Yeah, weird like that. It was like someone one day woke up with a bright idea and added another room on a whim. That's how the house was. No real design, just a collection of whims. He remembers you go back to the master bedroom on the main floor to find the bathroom. He's taking his time today, though. He doesn't have real plans. No one's waiting for him. Here's the dining room on the main floor landing, a large kitchen is in back. He strolls through the kitchen, opens an ancient fridge to see what's cold. Milk, a half-filled bottle of Pinot Grigio, no beer. He picks up the wine, recognizes it as a decent label from a very old year. Uncorks it and chugs down half the content before he tastes that it's terribly bitter. Must have turned. Goes to the sink and bends over to sip from the faucet trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth. Back out in the dining room there's a small room to the left. It has an arched window that opens to a balcony, which overlooks the stone landing. Wallpaper in here is of large Chinese lanterns. There's a old oak desk in the middle facing the window. He peaks in a drawer. There's several manila folders. He pulls out one. Yellowed photographs of naked boys and men. None handsome but tough, some almost sinister. They look like derelicts, homeless men and boys, naked on mattresses passed out, drunk, drugged, under overpasses, in flophouses, a few which look like this room, same desk chair. He puts it back and closes the drawer. The house is silent except for a clock ticking somewhere. The opposite side of the dining room is the master bedroom and through it is the master bath. He looks up seeing dust play through sunlight from the great room upstairs. He wants to see the sunset. A set of stairs perpendicular to the dining room leads up to the great room. Not large but its double height ceiling gives the feeling of vastness. From here he overlooks the dining room, the silk table runner, two ornate candelabras, the dark painting of bulls on the wall. Three stories above street, he looks out to the city. The height clears the low canyons and expands out to see the city basin. You see the sailboats coming back into the marina for the night, a tanker trolls off the coast of South Bay beaches, Palos Verdes where he lives with his parents in the detached studio above the garage, all the way over to Long Beach with its oil rigs that dot the coastline. It's a rare day in L.A. when you see this much. The sun's still far from setting but there's the beginning of pink tinge in the sky. A ribbon of yellow follows the sun across the water. He figures it'll set in another hour. He'd like to be on the freeway by then. Opposite the window is a huge fireplace, not that one's ever needed in L.A. In front of it sits a couch. He flops down and kicks his sneakers up on a large coffee table. There's a silver tray with crystal glasses and two decanters, one clear, one brown. He picks up the dark one and smells very oaky scotch, pours himself a good amount in one of the crystals. Looks out to the city, toasts himself. He grabs his crotch for no discernible reason but simply because it feels good. He takes another sip, feels it burn his lips, tongue, throat, and then his belly. He's feeling exceptionally good and he's getting hard. He's inclined, against his better judgment, to whip out his hefty meat and beat off right there on a stranger's couch. A gong from a clock strikes the half hour. He swigs the rest of the glass and sets it back on the tray. He hops down the staircase and back to master bathroom. Palos Verdes where he grew up is filthy rich, but this bathroom he recognizes as old wealth; wealth from when L.A. was new. All original fixtures. Spacious. Pair of white porcelain faucets that read Hot and Cold at the sink, white tiles with a stripe of mint green at chest height. Hand-laid hexagon tiles in elaborate patterns cover the floor. The toilet's metal and huge, flushes with a pull chain atop a tank that sits at head height. It had been a long day. He lets his shorts fall to the floor and steps out of his shoes, puts his backpack on the counter. He opens the toilet lid. He's semi-rigid so he needs to carefully aims his piss over his P.A. He tilts over so it's aimed straight down, not splashing in random streams. He gushes powerfully for a few solid minutes, relishing the release and enjoying the loud noise it's making in the bowel. He shakes his dick a few times and goes back to the mirror. He pulls the band off his ponytail, shakes out his mane, and stuffs the band in his pack's front zipper. He's tempted to use one of the big white plush monogrammed towels on the rack. SM, reads the monogram. Funny. Instead, he takes out a small terrycloth beach towel he grabbed from home and flops it over the glass shower stall. He peers down and notices a lower drawer partially open. There's something flesh colored inside. He opened it up and finds a cone-shaped piece of rubber that then tapers down to a slab of pink rubber the size of a quarter. He's heard of butt plugs but never seen one up close. By all rights he should be grossed out but he isn't; mostly he's curious. He picks it up and feels its heft and density, where it gives, where it's rigid. It's pretty big. So fags put these up their butts? Why would you do that? He puts it back in the open drawer and rinses his hands. He gets in the shower and picks up a hanging metal hose. He gets what the nozzle's for and let it drop. He turns on the faucet and water spouts out the hose in a spray that makes the hose dance and clang around the stall. He reached up and turns a nob connected to the wall pipe that makes water run through the showerhead. He rinses the day off him. The spray feels like rain and the splatter echoes across the tiled room. He soaps his pits, his butt, his pubes. His got a full eight inch erection and it's soaped and ready to go. He gives it a couple of whacks, then holds his balls and starts getting into it. First he thinks of tits, huge tits swinging, wet and bouncy. Pussies pushed open showing pink and red. But then there's an image of the derelict man on a mattress under an overpass, his prison tattoos, a lewd pose showing off his dirty holes, another picture of a filthy boy reading a girlie magazine, cum on his stomachs. He's edging. He switches his mind to cunts he's fucked, sloppy twats, dry tight virgins, but they're pushed out, he's edging more when he feels the density of the buttplug, knowing it's been up someone's asshole, what that must feel like. He spurts hard and spurts hard again, right across the shower stall. A big wad of cum's running down the glass. He shakes and steadies his knees. He strokes himself a few times more. He contracts with each stroke. Then polishing his nob hurts and he stops. There's a bottle of shampoo on the floor. He picks it up and smells it approvingly. He rinses off his hands and lathers his head, massages his scalp, and then rinses his head back with the sensual streams running through his hair. Some soap gets in his eyes and he turns around and lets the water wash over his face. He rubs his sockets and floods his face with water. His body loosens; the soot, the sun, wash away until he's fully relaxed, freshly jacked and ready to head home. His dick's still hard. He shuts off the water. He clicks open the gold handled door and wipes himself with his beach towel. The owner's hairdryer sits next to his pack on the counter. He sets it on high, brushing out his hair with his fingers. Straight, parted in the middle, feathered to perfection—he's satisfied. His dick's still hard, which is increasingly weird, but looking at himself in the mirror he looks pretty hot. He thinks about taking a selfie. Nah, instead goes for his jeans and tee-shirt in his backpack. It's empty. He opens a back compartment. Also empty. He looks on the floor for his shorts. Missing. He's being punked. He put his knuckles on the counter. "Hey!" he shouts, echoing against the tile. "Cute, bitch! Not funny!" He smacks his hands on the counter. The only thing not missing is his red cap, which he puts on. He tries wrapping the towel around his waist but it comes up short. He goes out naked looking for the thief. He darts through the master bedroom into the dining room. Dusk's approaching and the wooden floorboards creak hollowly. Only thing he hears is tick-tock. "Hello?" he calls up to the living room before bounding up the stairs. The sunset has gone from pink to red, the sun a few inches above the water. He looks out to see if there's a car outside. The driveway's deserted. It's possible someone had parked in the garage but he isn't going out in his mini towel to find out. He thinks maybe he can borrow something in the owner's closet. He'd bring it back on Monday. And why won't his dick go down? The bedroom's in the back part of the house close to the hillside. It's cavernous and dark in here. He switches on a light which does little to fill the darkness. The light's maybe forty watts and the room's paneled in rich mahogany, which easily drinks up the wattage. The bed's enormous with pillars on each corners. Large eyehooks where the mattress meet the bedposts. He isn't liking this much at all. He finds the closet secreted within the wood panel. He opens it up and finds a shadowy gloom. He can't see a thing inside but senses it goes in really deep. He reached around the door looking for a switch and finds none. He enters cautiously raising his hand in the air hoping to find a light cord. A few feet in and he's still searching. It's probably the biggest walk-in he's ever seen—or not seen. About eight feet in his hand hits a small piece of chain. He tugs it and the closet bursts with a harsh light. Surrounding him is an enormous collection of leather jackets; beneath hang leather pants, some with, some without crotches; a row of various height boots stack against the back wall; above them a row of caps, a second shelf of masks, some with zippers for eyes and mouth, and a few gas masks; opposite the jackets are harnesses and vests, also some rubber shorts and tops, one piece is shiny rubber that would encase you from head to feet with only a few holes at your mouth and one hole for a dick. From the size of the jackets and pants he figures it fits someone tall and either extremely fat or exceedingly muscular. Neither he wants to meet. He turns around to leave but someone's blocking his way. He jumps back only to realize it's a full length mirror on the door that shut while he's been looking around. He wedges the door open and lets the light spill into the room. There's a dresser where he should find something, underwear, shorts, a sweater, something that will get him to his truck and out of here. In the first drawer he finds handcuffs and wrist restraints. A second drawer is full of rope and bandages. He started to get panicked and rifles through drawers several at a time. Blindfolds, ball gags, leg restraints, studded arm bands, cock rings, long metal rods, medical instruments that he can't even begin to think what they're for, jars of lube, a drawer filled with large and extra large dildoes, a box of small brown vials. The vials are slimy and smell off-putting. In fact the whole room has a stale scent of grease. Now that there's more light he can see the bed is covered by a large rubber sheet and streaked with grease. Art on the wall is of men with exaggerated nipples and massive cocks, fisting, fucking, and pissing on each other. They're signed Tom. The entire ceiling's mirrored. He sees himself on the ceiling looking down at himself, naked, cock still amazingly erect. Also reflected, taking up the entire doorway, a bearded leatherman smacking his palm with a nightstick.

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

(This is my first story - hope all errors are corrected and everyone enjoys) The longer I drove around searching for the house, the harder my cock got in my shorts and being that I didn’t wear underwear my shorts had a huge pre-cum spot on them when I did find it. The house was hidden from the road by overgrown trees, shrubs, and weeds; what led me to the house was an old faded, rusted mailbox with a bright yellow scorpion with a small red biohazard symbol painted inside its body. Turning into the drive way, my cock pulsed even more pre-cum into my shorts as well as onto my leg. Once the overgrowth cleared, I got my first view of the house and it was close to being condemned. All the windows were blacked out, the paint on house was peeling away and in places the wooden siding was falling off, yet oddly enough the front door looked to have been freshly painted in a bright red, and painted in the lower right corner was a yellow scorpion which more-or-less matched the scorpion painted on the mail box. I didn't notice, however, if this scorpion was pictured with a biohazard symbol, but somehow I would bet money on it that it did. Parking off to the side, my legs began to shake, perhaps out of fear but also perhaps out of excitement stemming from my anticipation of what was about to happen. Taking a bottle of poppers out of the middle console, I twisted the top off, shoved it under my nose and took a deep hit, not once but twice. I felt my body relax and my mind drift. I shut off my car, opened the door and stepped out in to the hot summer air. As I walked to the front door, my cock pointed the way pumping out more pre-cum, by the time I climbed the three stairs and was standing in front of the red door, the spot on my shorts was the size of a grapefruit. I knocked three times and waited. I could hear movement from inside the house and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Not knowing how much time had really passed I knocked again. Again I heard some motion inside the house, as a voice called out "Fuckin’ heard you the first time!!!” I stepped back as the door began to swing open. Staring back at me from inside the door was a older man, if I had to guess I would say about 65, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, that looked as if they were just as old as he was. You could tell that in his prime he was muscular, but time had taken a toll on him: his skin was wrinkled and sagging, and his chest was blanketed by a coat of white fur that tapered down to a trail that disappeared into the waist of his boxers and exited each leg, covering them in an even thicker blanket of fur. “I was looking…” I said, but he cut me off abruptly. “I know why you are here, you know why you are here” he said, as he turned, letting go of the open door and started walking back into the house. Turning again he motioned for me to follow. I did not hesitate. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside: wallpaper was half hanging off the walls, plaster was cracked and in some places missing. I followed him into a room just to the left of a staircase that looked as if it would come crashing down if anyone attempted to climb it. He crossed half the room and turned before sitting in an old chair, as he did his cock poked through the fly of his boxers. He was uncut and as I got closer I could see that his foreskin completely covered his head. I could not help but stare. His cock was twitching, and looked as if it was growing and thickening. I watched as it continued to exit his fly and stretched out a good 8 inches and yet the foreskin still covered the head. I bet there was another two inches inside the boxers. I couldn’t help by rub my own hard cock as I watched. “You looking for mild exposure, moderate, strong or extreme exposure?’ he asked as he ran his hand across his chest and down his stomach. His hand did not stop until he had gripped his cock. He pulled back the foreskin some to expose the tip of his head. “Extreme,” I replied, licking my lips. “I thought so,” he whispered as he stood, still holding his cock. With his free hand he reached under his cock and into his boxers pulling out his balls and started to walk away telling me to follow him. We left the room and started up the staircase. The only sound I heard was the creaking of the staircase as we made our ascent. As we climbed the staircase, I could see he was slowly stroking his uncut cock. My mind raced as I asked myself 'Is this man going to slide his cock into my hole and expose me?' My cock throbbed, rubbing against my leg and shorts. Once we were at the top, he went over to what looked like a light switched and flipped it on and off four times, then left it on. What it controlled was no where to be seen. Opening a door next to the switch, we entered a dark room. Only after he flipped another switch did a red light come on so I could see I was in a very small room, each was of which was covered in mirrors. In the center of the room was a black wooden box, about a three feet high, three feet long and only wide enough for a torso to fit. Secured to the floor, one to each corner of the box was a pair of leather cuffs. The sole word 'Fuck' popped in my mind. “Strip, put your clothing into the box and lay on top.” I was out of what little I had been wearing before he had completed his sentence, as instructed, putting the items in the box. No sooner was I done when he pushed my back, so my chest and stomach were resting on the box. His hand slid down my back and continued down my ass crack until he reached my cock and balls. Wrapping his hand around them pulling them out from under me until they were pointing down the side of the box. He quickly worked to secure each of my legs in the cuffs. Afterwards I tried to move them, but saw I only had about an inch of play. Clearly I wasn’t going any where. He did the same to my arms. There was no turning back now. Bending down next to me, I could feel his hot breathe in my ear as he grunted "Now the fun begins." With these brief remarks he turned, left the room, shutting the door behind himself.

One of the absolutely HOTTEST things that's ever happened to me just happened. I can't fuckin' believe it. Reading back on this story, now that I've typed it, it sounds like a porn movie, but no, it just happened to me. I may be getting old and stupid in my old age, but still I'm a horn dog at heart. And I occasionally get myself into some pretty risky situations. Last night, I posted on Craigslist that I wanted to get tag fucked by a group of black men this week. These tag fucks are not easy to set up. But, I've had several really successful ones in the past. It's been awhile since my last group fuck. And I was hoping I could somehow set one up while I'm home on vacation, this week. I placed the ad and I got a few replies that didn't lead anywhere. A lot of the typical crap you get from the CL game players. But, one of the replies I got on KIK was from a heavyset, 23 year old black kid that had seen my ad. He looked kind of cute in his pic. He was trying to appear kind of thuggish. But he was looking a little too cute to really pull it off. He shared some pics of his cock with me. As well as a video of him jacking off. He was showing about 6"s of uncut black dick, covered with very ample foreskin. We chatted back and forth on KIK for a few hours last night. He told me that he could host at his condo at noon on Monday. I asked if he lived with family or had roommates? I knew the area he lived in. It's a very nice middle class area. I didn't think a young kid his age could afford to live in that area alone. He told me he lived with his Dad. His Mom and Dad were divorced. And he had moved from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to live with his Dad about a year ago. I said, "What would your Dad do if he caught us fucking?" He said, "He'd probably fuck you, too. LOL". "Yeah, right. You're joking, right"? "Nope, my Dad fucks me", Antone said. "But, he'll probably be at work. He wouldn't care, anyway". I'm thinking this kid is just pulling my leg and fuckin' with me. In fact, now I'm disappointed. He's obviously another CL flake that's just playin' with me. He's not serious about hooking up. I said to him, "Send me a pic of your Dad". Antone sends a couple of pics of a very good looking black man that appears to be in his mid 40's. One of the pics is even a pic of this same black guy fucking some chick. And another one of the same chick sucking his BBC. I'm skeptical that these are really pics of his Dad. I'm thinking that it's probably just a pics of some handsome black guy he found on the internet to send me. I'm still not believing him. But, Antone had gotten me very turned on with his messages and his pics. So, against my better judgement, we confirm that I'm going to come to his condo at noon the next day. I'm nervous as hell, driving the 30 minutes to his condo. This kid is young. Just 23. I'm still not sure if what he's telling me about his Father is true or not? Is he just messing with me? I've had a few really scary encounters with strangers I've set up from Craigslist, in the past. I'm wondering if I'm stepping into something that I shouldn't be? Will his dad show up and beat the shit out of me, because I'm having sex with his son? Is the kid even really 23? He looks young in his pic. Should I ask to see his ID to see if he's legal age, before we get naked? My mind was racing with all the scary possibilities that I could be putting myself into. But, the pics of his beautiful, young, hard black dick were just too much for me to resist. I needed to taste that foreskin of his. I wanted his cock in my ass. And I wanted his load of cum in me. As nervous and apprehensive as I was about this, there I was driving to his Father's home to have sex with this kid. I finally arrive at his condo, right on time. The gate code he's given me works. I find the correct building, I park and climb the stairs to their second floor condo. I'm literally shaking as I ring the doorbell. Antone answers the door and brings me inside. "Are we alone", I ask? "No. Dad's here. He's working the late shift tonight. But he's cool with it. He knows why you're here. He told me to have fun", Antone tells me with a wink and a smile. "Seriously? Where is he?". "He's in his room, on his computer. Don't freak. He's totally cool with it", Antone said. Now, I'm really shaking. This is just too freaky. But, I follow Antone back to his bedroom. He closes the door and begins to kiss me. We begin to undress each other as we kiss. He's already hard as I pull his sweatpants open. Once naked, we climb on the bed and end up in a 69 position. Sucking each other. Then we change positions and I begin to eat his ass. He's moaning loudly as I slide my tongue into him. "Shhhhhh...... Your Dad will hear", I whisper to him. Antone laughs. "You're such a freakout. Cool the fuck down, man...", he chuckles. We switch positions again. I'm now on my hands and knees and Antone begins to eat my ass. The kid is great at rimming. He keeps spitting on my hole, then sliding the spit up into me with his tongue. Then I feel him kneel behind me and put his cock up to my ass. He grabs me around the waist and begins to slide up in me. He's lubed me up well with all his spit. He slides into me quite easily. The horny kid immediately starts to pound my ass, hard. The slapping sound of our bodies is loud and the bedframe is squeaking and hitting the wall as he pounds me. I'm still feeling nervous that his Dad is literally in the next room as his son fucks me. Since this kid is only 23, and judging from the pic, I'm a hell of a lot older than the Dad. But, the fuck feels great. I always have my trusty popper bottle in hand, and I take a few sniffs and try to relax into the fuck. I'm feeling so weird. This strange mixture of excitement and fear. I'm still nervous as hell. But the kid knows what he's doing. He may be young, but he knows how to fuck. He keeps pushing me into different positions. I'm finally face down, flat on the bed. My face buried in the pillow as he slams into me. Suddenly I hear, "How's his ass feel, Antone?" "Nice, Dad. Real nice". I pull my face up off the pillow and turn my head towards the voice at the bedroom door. Antone's Father is standing at the doorway. Completely naked. He's close to 6' tall. About 250 lbs. He's got a football player's build. A nice looking guy in his mid 4'0's. Carrying some extra weight. But looking very handsome and strong. He's got a long, thick cock hanging between his legs and large balls hanging behind it. His muscular chest and abs are covered in hair. But his cock and balls are shaved smooth. My heart is racing. I'm paralyzed with fear. I look at the Father with shock and fear in my eyes. I can't even form words to say anything to him. Anonte just keeps pounding my ass. His Dad moves to the side of the bed. "Over here, Fag. You need a black dick stuffed in your mouth, too. Antone told me you like black dick. So, here's some more black dick for your faggot mouth", he says. Antone pulls out of my ass and I slowly crawl to the edge of the bed. I'm on my hands and knees as I take the Father's limp cock in my mouth and begin to suck. Antone climbs behind me and again slides his cock back into me. The Dads cock slowly begins to grow in my mouth. His cock soon has grown to I'm guessing about 8" thick inches. His cockhead is covered in loose foreskin. There's a nice bit of cheese under the foreskin. It's sweet, salty and pungent. I suck and gently chew on the foreskin. And then he holds my head and fucks my mouth. "You done good, kid. He looks like a good fuck". "Try him, Dad. His ass is nice and wet". Antone pulls out and they change positions. The Dad now climbs behind me as Antone puts his cock up to my lips. I saw the Dad's fully hard cock as he pulled from my mouth and climbed behind me on the bed. And I know I'm going to need some more poppers to be able to take him. It's big, thick and rock hard. I sniff deeply in both nostrils a couple of times as I feel the Dad slam up into me in one, merciless thrust. I let out an audible gasp as he impales me with his giant cock. Then I wrap my lips around Anton's cock and he begins to fuck my face, as his father fucks my ass. Grunts, moans and growls are coming from all 3 of us as the two of them abuse my holes. They switch positions a couple of times. Finally, Antone is fucking me as he growls and yells out, "Oh, Fuck! I'm coming"....!!! He thrusts into me and empties his balls in my ass. He continues to slowly fuck me as he pumps his last drops into me. Then he pulls out quickly and slaps my ass as his Father pulls from my mouth and climbs back on the bed, crawling behind me. He rams his cock back into me and shows no mercy as he pummels my ass with his monster cock. His son's cum in my ass provided some much needed lube. He slid inside me much smoother and easier this time. His thrusts were hard and deep. His son put his cock back up to my lips to clean off with my mouth. I taste his cum and my ass on his cock that was still hard as a rock. His Dad then pulled out of me. He grabbed me by the legs and pulled me as he said, "Get on your back, Fag". I complied and rolled onto my back in the center of the queen sized bed. The Dad lifted my legs and Antone throws one of the pillows up under my ass, as I sniffed the poppers. The Dad positioned himself at my hole and slammed his cock back into me. I let out a grunt as he slid balls deep, back into me. Antone climbed back on the bed and squatted over my face. He spread his asscheeks and lowered his hole to my mouth. I licked and ate his sweet ass. I could hear Antone and his Dad kissing as I ate his ass and his Dad fucked mine. The Dad's thrusts became even more brutal as he neared climax. Soon he grunted and slammed into me as his cock exploded in my guts. He was growling and grunting and swearing as his load emptied into me. Antone had been stroking his cock as I ate his hole. All of a sudden I felt Antone's hot cum cover my stomach. The little fucker had shot a second load onto me. The Dad pulled out of me. "Clean up this mess, Antone", he chuckled as he climbed off the bed. Antone leaned forward and licked his own cum from my stomach. Then he crawled around me and lifted my legs. He licked his Father's and his own cum from my gaping asshole. His Dad stepped up alongside us as he and Antone kissed again. Antone feeding his Father the load he had just licked up. Without a word, Antone's Father left the room and closed the door behind him. I stared in silence at Antone. Then we both broke into laughter. "Holy FUCK!", I said. "What the hell just happened?" Antone was also laughing. "Yeah, it freaks guys out. But, I told you it was all cool. You didn't need to be so nervous." "Have you and your Dad been fucking a long time", I asked? "Yeah. Like, forever. He's been fuckin' me....well.......since my Mom left us. And that was a long time ago. And some of his buds have fucked when they all have been drinkin' together. Now, I'm the one sharing my buds with him. LOL. Kind of funny, huh?." Antone said. "Is your Dad gay?" I asked?" "Ahhh.. Fuck, no!!! He likes pussy. He brings girls home all the time to fuck. Mostly white chicks. They love his cock. He works at one of the Big Casino's. He's always bringin' girls back that he's met at the hotel. He ain't had a steady girlfriend for awhile. But, he'll pretty much fuck anything. He's just a horny fucker. Like me, I guess." Antone chuckled. "There's some bitch in his bed, getting pounded, all the time. Once in awhile he'll even have some guy show up here that he'll fuck. I don't think it matters to him. He just likes to fuck. He's had me fuck some of the chicks and the guys he's brought home with him. But, I think I prefer the guys he brings home. The chicks can be kind of skanky lookin', if you know what I mean?" Antone said, with a laugh. I finish dressing and Antone walks me to the door. As we enter the living room, his Dad is sitting on the sofa. Still naked. Smoking a cigarette. "So, how's that pussy of yours feeling after two black dicks and two loads of cum in you?'' he asked? Smiling a devilish smile. "Feels great! Thanks for the fuck. I'm Dave, by the way", I say as I walk to the door. "Walter. Walt, actually", he says. "Well, thank you, Walt and thank you, Antone. This was pretty amazing". We all three chuckle as Antone lets me out the door. I couldn't wait to get home to write this all down. It still doesn't seem real or possible. I just messaged Antone back and told him I wanted to organize a big tag team party at a motel later this month. I wanted him and his Dad to be part of it to seed my ass. Antone replied back that they'd both be there. I hope his Dad will bring some of his buddies. God! I love living in Las Vegas! Living here really brings the PIG out in me.

I was on a business trip in Pennsylvania and was surprised to find there was a video arcade within 20 miles that had glory holes and heavily a M4M clientele. I like to tell myself I'm not a BB whore (although I am), so I slipped a couple of rubbers, a bottle of poppers, and lube into my pocket and made the trip to the arcade. Although I found the place without difficulty, there was no actual signage, so the building looked to be abandoned. I approached the door, range the bell, and was buzzed inside where I paid the $12 admission fee and passed through the turnstile. Inside I found a few hallways, all of which were very dark, each hallway being lined with individual video booths. There were also a couple video rooms with rows of seats, and a few rooms at the back with benches. I could smell the stale cum and antiseptic cleaner everywhere. This place was seriously seedy. There were about ten guys hanging around, a mix of body types, though all looking eager. I finally checked-out an booth which, I saw, contained two glory holes, one cut into each of two opposing walls. Taking a seat, I pulled-out my dick and began slowly stroking myself to the porn on the screen. Before long a player arrived at each of the two adjoining booths. Dropping to my knees, I rested my fingers on the rim of each glory hole and was quickly rewarded on one side with a nice thick cock to suck. Getting into it, and sensing the guy in front of me was enjoying himself, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my calves, pulling a bottle of poppers out of my pocket. I took a hit, inhaling the scent of sex and acetone, and felt the welcome warmth pass through my body. My ass also wanted some attention. As I worked the cock in my mouth, I became aware a hand was reaching through the other hole, so I slid back far enough the guy could play with the tight muscles of my ass. I was bent over so I could keep my eye on the cock I'd been working in my mouth. He withdrew from the glory hole to see what was happening, and heard me take a whiff of poppers. That cock was beautiful. The hand behind me started fingering my hole, poking a bit roughly with too little spit. In front of me, I saw the guy applying lube to his cock. Immediately I felt a rush thinking he would take me raw. I turned around and presented my ass to the glory hole, kicking off my flip-flops and one pant leg so I could position more easily. I inhaled poppers again, and almost immediately the head of that beautiful cock was rubbing against my arse, seeking the hole. I pressed back against the wall and moved my ass a bit. His cock slid in nice and smooth. "Fuuuuuuck yeaaaah," I moaned. He held inside me a moment, and then the fuck started. He was obviously playing for a long game, working me open with his cock, which got wider at the base, and setting a rhythm to his thrusts. I moaned and grunted, stroking my own hardon, vocalizing my satisfaction. I was standing naked in a dark video booth with my ass pressed against the wall and some anon cock boring into me. After a few minutes, the cock slid out of my ass. I waited anxiously, but heard the door to his room open. I stepped away from the glory hole, getting ready to present my ass the other direction. Then the door to my booth opened and in stepped a lean, handsome guy in his early 50's. I recognized the shirt tails I'd seen through the glory hole. He didn't say a word, but pulled his hard-on out and turned me around. I inhaled deeply from the bottle of poppers as he pressed my upper body into a corner by the video screen, my bare skin rubbing against that filthy wall, and my feet sticking to the floor. He slid his cock right back into my hole, and started fucking more vigorously than before. His hands held my shoulders for leverage as he propelled all seven inches inside my hole. I could distinctly feel his balls slapping against my cheeks, which left me even more excited. Pounding my hole for a good five minutes or more, we were both caught up in the pleasure. At once his rhythm changed, becoming more deliberate with each thrust. His grip on my shoulders tightened and he began grunting softly. The guy had decided to seed me, and I had no say in the matter. He stayed in my arse only a moment before withdrawing. He stuffed his spent hard-on into his pants, the lining bulging, gave a quick "Thanks" as he opened the door and slipped out into the dark hallway. I stood there panting in a poppers fog, my ass freshly bred, in a filthy little booth with my clothes strewn on the floor.

Anyone see this video? Looks like this guy has got some excellent talent getting the condom out and off that way. Not sure if staged, but it looked pretty real! http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Condom-to-Bareback-30232201

Today I was thinking about goin' back to the ToyBoxx ABS close to home as I was in a Top kinda mood...I have been since I fucked a cummy hole there a couple weeks ago...in fact I have been back lookin for it twice to no avail. Before I headed up, I got on BBRT to see if anyone was lookin ... I hit up this 32 yo bottom who had a sweet ass in the picture with a caption reading "lookin for a few loads today"... we start chatting, and talking about anon ABS gloryhole sex, said he loved it and a couple of weeks ago he was there and took 8 loads in 3 hours...thinking back I thought to myself "could this be the cummy hole I was lookin for?" I asked what he drove as there were only 2 cars last time I was there, my truck and a mercedes SUV....sure enough black merecedes SUV....I told him I fucked him last time and have been back lookin for it again....he said meet me at 2 p.m. And I could have it again. as luck would have it, I was running a little late...I am worried he will think I flaked out on him. But when I pull in...mercedes SUV along with 6 other cars. I go in, pick up a fresh bottle of rush and head to the booths....I go to the one beside where he was last time....open my rush and peek thru the hole, there he is with his ass pressed against the opposite side gloryhole...gettin fucked. I stand up, hit my poppers a couple times and start stroking to the fuck noises coming from next door...when I hear low groan and a belt hitting the wall hard a couple times followed by a thank you, I know it is my turn. I put my half hard cock thru the hole into a warm inviting mouth it takes no time as I can't stop thinking about sliding up that sloppy fresh bred ass....I feel him pull off and stand, I see his puckered rosebud thru the hole...slide one, then two, then three fingers up his sloppy, cum filled ass. He pushes back against my hand....I pulll them out smell the fresh cum and lather up my head with it lean down and ask "how many before me?" "Three" he says and I stand up and stick my rock hard cock thru....he pushes against my head and then with one thrust he is alll the way to the wall on my cock...we fuck for a few minutes and I have been waiting to long for this ass....I unload a 2 day nut deep inside him....he says thank you and licks my cock clean.... i am so horny I go into a booth across from me and suck off a nice college kid, taking a good load of my own down the throat...I peek out the door occasionally because I want to go in and fuck him again...damn booth is occupied and I hear fuckin noises again, twice more I check and my cock is now hard as hell, I am not gonna be able to wait. Then I hear the door open and A guy walk out, I open my door and cross the hall with my pants around my ankles, cock in one hand and poppers and tokens in the other...I peek thru the hole and just like before he is pressed up against the opposite wall gettin slammed...this time I just squat there and watch...it was a great show and he arched up so I could see him gettin fucked good...two loud moans I the guy pulls out as he is cumming some hitting his ass the rest wasted on the floor...I stand again and push my rock hard cock thru the hole...he presses his cum sloppy ass against my head and works my cock up and down his crack, dipping it in his honey hole as it passes by and then with out warning , again deep in all the way to the wall....I grab the handles over head and press my cock as far thru as I can, hurting somewhat as my hip bones are against the wall....he bucks and fucks my cock for almost 10 minutes, pulls off and leans down and asks "Can you cum again?" I tell him "Keep doing that and I most definitely will"... he stands back up and again impales himself on my cock....within 2 minutes I am gushing a good second load up his hole...so good when he pulls off some of the other loads drip out onto the floor.... again he cleans me up and says "you were number 4 and number 8 in case you want to jack off later thinking about it" I most certainly will.

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As a fellow slut, I totally agree.

This sounds about like my experiences at the local sleazy ABS. It is hit or miss, but when it's "hit" is usually get 4 or 5 loads in rapid succession. I love it, cept I'll take any offered cock, guess I'm a total slut, don't want to ever miss out on a load.

Fuck, this is beyond a wet dream! What chasing slut wouldn't give anything to be in Aaron's position, getting stretched with those huge poz cocks, flooded and seeded, impregnated? I want it for real!!!

Thanks for your response - I was looking at this a bit binary, either break up or stay and say nothing. Hadn't thought about trying to discuss the issue without the break up intent, as obvious as that route might seem. You also hit on a few points I didn't think of mentioning: There's this nagging voice that I'm only going to be this young for so long, it feels weird spending that all on one person. And when I look back on the past handful of years, my regret isn't having had a lot of sex, it's that I didn't do more, sooner. That raises the question of what I'll be thinking 2 years down the line... @drscorpio - Thank you as well, I've definitely realized during this relationship what my Price of Admission is. If this doesn't work out, I'll need to be a bit more cautious before jumping into relationships. And we're just boyfriends, not married

It is natural for white bois of any age to bow down to the superior Black Man and worship his BBC.

I have a feeling Tuckers roofing days are over. Taking his anal cherry with a 4' eel is out of this world, Tucker should have no problem taking anything after that.

Always room for another guy or two or six.

In case you havent see Ace at his best - taking loads of cock http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph586748d7d510d

I got a text from Walt, the Dad this afternoon. All it said was, "Can you be here in an hour?" "Yes. I'll douche, shower and be right over", I texted back. "Just get your cunt over here", was his reply. I quickly douched, showered and headed for his condo. I arrived at Walt's door exactly one hour from the time I got the first text. I rang the doorbell and Walt opened the door. Dressed in a loose, cotton bathrobe that he hadn't bothered to close and belt. His limp, but ample BBC was hanging down his leg. I stepped into the living room. As usual, str8 porn DVD was playing on the TV. "Is Antone here", I asked? "No. The fuckhead finally got a job. He's working weekends now, in addition to school. But, I need my dick sucked". "I'm your guy. Glad you called", I said. Walt takes off his robe and tosses it on the back of the sofa. Then he sits on the sofa and spreads his legs. I quickly undress and take my place on the floor, between his legs. I've grabbed my poppers from my pocket and lay them beside me. Walt lights a joint and takes some deep drags on it while I take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck. His cock slowly swells and grows as I suck. Once he's fully hard, I begin to lick up and down his shaft. Then lick both of his swollen balls. His cell phone that is laying beside him on the sofa rings. He answers and listens to the person on the other end. "Yeah. He can't talk right now. He's got my dick in his mouth, right now". He's laughing, now. "Come on over". "Brian wants to come over. You remember Brian, don't you? You don't mind another dick or two to service? Do ya, bitch?". "Mmm Mmm", I moan with his dick stuffed in my mouth. "Good", he muttered, then he took another deep drag on his joint. I continue to worship Walt's beautiful and now rock hard cock and balls. Soon, he lifts his legs and spreads his ass. Without saying a word, I lick under his balls and begin to lick his black, puckered asshole. I eat his hole in this position for a few minutes, then Walt takes a few more drags from the joint. Then he changes positions and gets on his knees on the sofa, putting his black ass up to my face. I spread his ass cheeks and dive into his ass with my tongue. I try to get my tongue as deep in his hole as I can. Walt enjoys my ass eating for several minutes, then moves around and feeds me his bbc again to suck. "Take your time. I just want to enjoy your holes. No rush" Just then, there's a knock at the door. "Door's open", Walt yells. The door opens and I hear someone enter and close the door. "Lock that top latch, Brian. Will ya? How you doin' Dale? Didn't know you were coming?" "Brian called. Hope it's ok", Dale asks? "Fuck. I don't care. You don't care, do you fag?" Walt said to me. I look up and see both Brian and Dale taking off their clothes beside me and tossing them onto the chairs and floor. "Fuck, no", I said and go back to sucking Walt. Soon, I feel someone kneeling behind me and hear spitting. Soon a wet finger is sliding into me. Another couple of spits and more saliva being pushed into me. Then I feel a hard cock at my hole. I continue my cocksucking on Walt. So, I'm not sure which one of them is trying to enter me? But as it slips inside me and presses further into me, I figure it must be Dale, because of the length. More and more of his bbc are sliding up into me. I finally come up and grab for my poppers. This is a big cock. And I'm going to need the assistance of some poppers to take it. I take some deep drags on my poppers as Walt hands Dale what's left of the joint. Dale takes a some deep drags on the joint, then hands it to Brian. I continue to suck on Walt as Dale starts to fuck me. It's an awkward angle, but I'm taking most of his cock into me. Then Dale pulls out of me, takes me by the arm and pulls me up. "Get on the sofa", he says. I climb up on the sofa and kneel on the edge, my ass facing out. Dale moves behind me and again slides up into me in one quick thrust. He's now fucking me hard. After a few minutes of fucking, Dale pulls out and Brian slide up into me. For well over a half hour it becomes a constant rotation of these 3 BBC's taking their turns in my ass. The angle was awkward, but occasionally, one of them would put his cock or ass up to my face to suck, lick and eat. Brian is the first to cum inside me. He's slapping my ass and grunting as he puts the afternoon's first load in my hole. Once he's stopped cumming, Brian pulls out and Dale takes his place in my ass. Dale slams up into me. "Mmmm........Nice and slick", Dale says. He's really pounding me hard, now. Just a few more minutes of fucking before Dale lets out a low growl and begins to shake. I'm squeezing my ass on his cock as he throbs in my hole. Emptying his load inside me. Once Dale pulls out of me, Walt steps up and slams back into me. The other two are dressing, say "goodbye and thanks" as they leave the condo. Walt now has my pussy all to himself. He fucks and grinds into me for well over 15 minutes before I hear his soft grunts starting. His pace gets faster and his thrusts go deeper. Then a loud groan of...."FUCK...!!!! FUCK...!!!!". And he empties his balls in me. Once he's cum, he pulls from me and drops back down onto the sofa. I climb off and drop to my knees between his legs. I begin to clean off his and his buddies cum that's covering his now softening bbc. I lick every last taste of cum from his cock, then stand and find my clothes that have ended up in a pile near the tv. Walt takes out a cigarette and takes some drags on it as I dress. "Thanks, Bitch. You did great, again. See ya again. Just turn that lock on the knob when you go out", he said and takes another drag on his cigarette. I let myself out, locking the door behind me. My ass filled with 3 large loads from my str8, black fuck buddies.

Sorry, but I work in health care and I don't care what he claims: The fact he used a pile of recreational drugs, including one that involve the word "injected" takes this off my list of credible PrEP failure.

Part 2 Nick was terafied of what was still to come and the horror only grew when he started hearing zippers unzip. "Hope you guys dont mind but im gonna add my load to the mix first" he then aligned his cock to nicks hole and went balls deep first thrust. nick screamed into the gag "oh dont worry this is pay back for standing us up now your ours until we say other wise and were going to make sure to really take our time fucking this hole up!" He continued to destroy nicks hole each whimper made him thrust harder. Another guy picked up the "lube" "ahhhh this must be that special lube John was talking about" he opened it walking to nicks face "your going to learn what its like to be a real cum slut" he then started pooring the cum lube all over nicks face and around his face so no matter where he tried to move he has a face full of cum. "Whats wrong i thought you love cum? I thought you wanted to drown in it isnt that what you said?" He grabed nicks hair picking up his head. He dipped his cock in the puddle of cum and started smeering it all over nicks face "im going to paint your face with this cum untill its my turn" he kept painting his face grabbing more cum smearing it all over including in his nose "yeah you smell that? Get used to it thats all your going to know for now on" the first guy by this time was ready to blow his load shoved all the way to the balls and mixed his seed to the collection "fuck that was worth the wait hope you agree." The second guy who was smearing cum all over his face started to line up to his ass when the third guy tried to get in the way "come on you had fun with his face let me in here" no the second guy said how about you just fuck him with me im sure hes slick enough for two right?" Fine the third guy said and crawled under nick "holy shit hes wearing a condom! And its full! Over flowing!" The fourth guy butted in "hey i have an idea" he pulled the condom off grabed nicks face. "Open up" he said and squezzed his cheeks forcing his mouth open. Then he poured the condom in emptieng it and shoving the gag back in forcing him to taste his own cum. "Now to put it back on" he put the condom back on his still hard dripping dick ready to be filled up again. "Thats fucking hot" the third guy said. Then he lined his cock up and shoved it in looking in the eyes as another cock penetrated him. The second guy lined up and started to push his way in. "Fuck hes tight this is going to feel amazing!" Nick screaming and fighting with all his might couldnt stop this attack on his ass. The second guy was now compleatly in and couldnt hold back any more and just started fucking like a jack rabbit! Tearing nicks hole apart before you know it hes filled with 2 more loads! "Fuck that was hot think im going to stick around for another load" the 3rd guy still hard kept fucking the loads around not letting up. As the 4th guy lined up there was a nock at the door. To be continued

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 love it....i want a tattoo around mine too .'m. Also want cock tatt

I love getting banged in public....especially if I don't know it's coming. Oh man it would be so fucking hot to have a guy rip my shorts down and start fucking loads into me while a crowd of horny pig tops gather and take turns till my sloppy hole is a huge gaping rosebud that soaks up all that precious man juice.

There are very few "Large format" XXX Adult porn theaters left in the USA. Faire Theater (in Queens, New York), Little Theater (in Newark, New Jersey), The Strand (in Kansas City, MO), Lido (in Dallas, Texas) that I know of that struggle to remain open. The rest are small with just a big screen TV showing porn. But only 1 is left that is VERY unique in the fact that you can LEGALLY engage in sexual activity without any fear or being arrested by the police for engaging in a "lewd act" in public. At that place is Studs Theater in West Hollywood, California on Santa Monica Blvd. Let me explain: I've dressed in sexy/slutty lingerie and go to Studs XXX Adult Theater many times and always have a great time. It's the last of the large Adult XXX theaters of the Pussy Kat XXX Adult theater chain. It's very unique in that it is an historic building listed for protection in LA county. There are even old Porn stars feet and hands (John Holmes, Marilynn Chambers, etc...) cast in concrete in front of the theater (just like Mann's Chinese theater in Hollywood). It's also unique that it is located in the city of West Hollywood a city known for its Pro LGBTQ community stance (both in attitude, very tolerant to LGBTQ issues and also in city government; including local ordinances). So Studs Theater welcomes everyone (Bi, Gay, Straight, Male, Female, Cross dressers, Transgenders, Transsexuals, couples, you can even check your clothes at the front desk and walk around naked if you like; which a few guys do, but most don't). Studs Theater is covered under the "implied consent" law that the Gay bath houses are so you can LEGALLY engage in sexual activities in the theater complex with no fear of being arrested by the West Hollywood Police Department. So NO vice raids to arrest any patrons for engaging in lewd acts! The cops have to be called by the management in order to enter the theater. It's only happened a very few times when, usually an older patron takes an Erectile Dysfunction medication and then uses poppers and he passes out. Someone gets one of the staff, you see them enter with a very bright flashlight and quickly attend to the guy past out cold on the floor while calling 911. Then they immediately announce as the lights start to turn up through the multiple theater complex that the paramedics have been called due to a medical emergency in whatever theater or hallway and they will be accompanied by the West Hollywood Police department. So please compose yourself and behave according, cooperation is a appreciated and apologies for the inconvenience. The firemen/paramedics arrive and enter with a couple of officers, treat the patient and quickly transport him to the hospital. One time I witnessed this while it happened and 2 guys, totally naked, their clothes in hand exit one of the very dark "play spaces" in the theater start in front of the cops entering the main theater with the fireman/paramedics in full garb, helping them carry their equipment walk right in front of their "entourage". All of which turned slightly to their left to clearly see these 2 naked young men. I clearly heard the male cop exclaim as they passed by, "Wow, nice body!" Then turn to the fireman that he was carrying the backboard with and say, "Maybe you guys should recruit him to posse for your pin-up calendar, I'd buy it!" maybe as a joke, but the first nude guy was "ripped" (and even with his now flaccid erection he was "hung". But back to the theater layout which has 4 theaters in all. When you enter and pay admittance $20 to stay as long as you like. Open Monday - Thursday from 10AM until 3AM (but Fridays are only $15 and they stay open until 5AM Saturday morning (discount Friday IS the busiest day/night). When you enter the theater complex there are vending machines to your far left as well as a handicapped restroom. Two large doors in front of you lead to the hallways into the various theaters. To your immediate right is the 1/2 door where you can check your things if you wish and if you require condoms and lube just ask the employee there (they supply them for free, like the gay bath houses). Further to the right up the stairway to the second floor are the restrooms and the hallway to the TV room which shows regular TV programs and seats 3-10 people. (Some people like to have sex in the toilet stalls but why when there's plenty of room downstairs to have sex and there's porn!). Through either of the large doors down stairs you enter the hallways. The smaller theater to the far left shows Trannie porn non-stop and seats 6 people in large chairs with a box at the back to lean back on or sit on top. The medium theater in the middle shows "hardcore" gay male porn and seats 10 to 12 people in various "love seats", small couches and large chairs with plenty of room to stand. The smaller theater to the far right shows straight guy/girl porn and seats 6 people in large chairs with a box at the back to lean back on or sit on top. Down either hallway leads to the main theater seats about 100-120 people (like a normal "large format" cinema and shows gay porn on a large projection screen. At the front of the large/main theater there are large couches hidden in the darkness before the emergency exits at either side (action always happens here as well as the front row and the back rows (actually it can happen throughout the main theater. At the back of the main theater and between the 3 smaller theaters is a dark area during the day but is dimly light at night is a large bench to sit on and to both your far left and far right are the very dark "play" spaces with either chairs in there or a "steamer" trunk either to sit on or be bent over and fucked in the ass :). There's almost always action in the dark. I go here whenever I visit friends and "party" in WeHo a couple of times a year with my T-girl friends (TG, CD and TS girls and sometimes guy friends) to play after partying I'm especially insatiably horny to let my inner slut out to suck cock, have my titties played with and sucked on and especially to get my pussyass fucked, long, deep and hard all night long! :) I dress up sexy/slutty in lingerie under a very short, very tight little dress with my long coat to cover up when I'm walking outside in wide heeled 4" Mary Jane’s which I replace with "fuck me pumps" in my shoulder bag. Because 6"+ stilettos are very hard, even dangerous to walk in outdoors or for any distance in (let alone when you're "high" from partying) but are fine to walk around indoors in the theater complex. Also I can "accidently" stumble into a guys lap while my very short skirt "rides up" as I'm bending over to expose my panty covered bubble butt and garter belt holding up the top of my stockings as I gently land in his lap. Stumbling to get up, I'm now grinding smooth bare thighs and smooth round ass cheeks with only with my little silk thong panties covering my bare ass on his growing hard-on swells, filling my ass crack which I'm noticeably enjoying as my breathing deepens as I start to pant. I'm so fucking horny right now! I've had guys just pull down my top, exposing my breasts and then things get really wild! Or when guys just come up behind me and rub their hard-on against my ass, telling me they saw what I did earlier and know what I was up to, reaching up to fondle my bare breasts under my dress, playing with my puffy nipples which are now erect, noticeably poking out of the shear material of my dress. With my eye lids closing slightly I'm now lost in pure sexual bliss as I'm overcome with lust. Over the years I've seen everything here, but each time I go I see something new. So it's worth the trip to go here (especially on a Friday night) but be willing to spend some time here. Because just like all cruise places the action here does ebb and flow throughout the day/night. So just wait a bit and within the hour the place will be packed, action will break out anywhere so walk around and check it out. All kinds of people go here, just stick around a few hours and you'll see and find what "type" of person(s) that turns you on.

I know RawLatinJock stopped posting for a while but I found out that he had a family emergency and has been dealing with that over the last 6 months or so, so yeah, the reasons could be myriad.

I can't wait to find out how low our little whore Joey will be forced to go.

There is a patient care tech named Jeremy on one of the floor that I have fooled around with a number of times. He is in his early 20s; bit less than 6 feet, and around 225 pounds. He is a nice furry guy with an incredible ass. It is round and firm and I wanted to fuck it the first time I saw it. I first noticed him when I would bring patients to his floor. He would come in to get some vital signs and I would find reasons to be near him and brush against that ass. There was flirting, some touching, and soon I had him alone in an empty patient room. He was a great kisser which really does it for me. I was leaning against the closed door feeling that ass as he rubbed my cock. He was pulling and stroking me while I was whispering how much I wanted to fuck him as I pushed his scrub pants down so I could get to his hole. That hole was hot and practically sucked my finger in. I bent him over the bed, spread his cheeks and licked that hole. He started moaning softly and that just made me harder. I stood up, walked around the bed and fed him my cock as I continued to stretch that hole of his. As hot as his mouth was I wanted that ass. Still bent over the bed, I got behind him and lined up my cock and sank into him inch by inch. Pulling out, pushing back in further until he had all of me. His ass was squeezing my cock as I started to fuck him with nice long strokes. He was moaning and stroking his cock showing me how much he wanted it. He was pushing his ass back as I pumped harder and faster and I could feel his hole contract around my cock as he shot his load which pushed me over the edge and I busted a huge load into him. As we caught our breath we could hear the noise of the floor, call lights and bed alarms going off, phones ringing. I stayed in that amazing ass slow fucking him until we had to go. As we got dressed we both agreed that we had to do that again—which we have many times. I have fucked him all over the hospital and can’t tell you how many loads I have shot in him. I found out later he has a boyfriend and sometimes Jeremy will call him while I am fucking him telling him how good it feels or just moaning. I even recovered the boyfriend after surgery once and fucked Jeremy in his room while he watched but that is another story for another time.

Interacting with doctors all day everyday can be challenging. While most of them are indeed very smart it is the attitude that they are smarter and therefore better than everyone they meet that makes things difficult. There is one surgeon, Dr. M. that is smart and while not exactly what I would call good looking he does have a rugged masculine quality about him. He also has something big swinging in his scrub pants and I am checking that out every chance I get. Dr. M. goes to the same gym I do and a few weeks ago I was there late after work and saw him in the steam room. He got up to restart the steam and I got a good look at his naked body. Average but hairy in all the right places, nice ass and what looked to be an impressive cock. He scooted closer and we talked a bit more and I noticed he kept playing with his balls and cock lifting and pulling them. I watched some then did the same and quickly it became interesting. He leaned back and spread his legs giving me a good view of his low hanging balls and thick cock. He got up and stood in front of where I was sitting still talking and pulling on that cock. I reached out and replaced his hand with mine quickly followed by my mouth. He worked up a quick rhythm of face fucking me and I loved it. He pulled me up and then pushed me around so I was facing out the window and he stood behind me playing with my ass. He said he really needed to relax and fucking a hot hole always relaxed him and would I be willing to help him. Hell yeah I was willing. He spit on his cock and rubbed the head on my hole and finally I pushed back and the head popped in and then I took a breath and slid back until I had him all. He stood there a minute the steam and what we were doing was making it very hot in there. Soon he started a slow steady pace getting faster and harder. Dr. M. knew how to fuck and he was burying it deep and pulling all the way out only to do it again. He was pulling my hips back onto his cock asking how I like it and did I like his thick bare cock fucking my hole. The whole situation was feeding a dual fantasy of fucking a doctor from work and doing it in a place where we could potentially get caught. The curve of his cock had him hitting my prostate over and over and I told him I was going to come soon he just piston fucked me harder until he buried it in me balls deep and shot in my ass as I shot all over the wall in front of me. I see Dr. M. most days at work and occasionally at the gym. We have fooled around a couple more times usually when he has a rough day he will text me asking to get together. I have to say every time I see that cock swinging in his scrubs my ass tightens remembering the breeding he gave me.

Recently it seemed every patient has having a hernia repair. The men come out in scrotal support which is just a flimsy jock strap. As the latest guy woke up from the anesthesia he wanted to see the dressing so I pulled up his gown and showed him making sure to run my hands around his abdomen and around his crotch asking if it was tender or hurt. Later he asked if I could remove the support because it was near his dressing and was bothering him. After removing it he laid back spread his legs and relaxed. I stepped away to get him something to drink and when I returned he had kicked off the covers his hands were under his gown slowly moving. I teased him saying it looks like he has his hands full and he just grinned and continued jacking. Anesthesia and pain medication make people relax and do all kinds of things. As I leaned over to check his dressing his free hand brushed over my cock. He did it a few times and then we he saw I was not going to stop him he took a firmer hold of my cock in my scrub pants. I reached down unzipped and pulled my cock out. We were jacking each other and he slid down a bit and leaned over sliding my cock into his mouth. After a few minutes he looked up at me and whispered, “my boyfriend would love to get his hands on that”. I bent over and licked the head of his cock and sucked him. He relaxed his legs and my fingers searched out his hole. I slowly wet a finger and pushed it inside him. I found his prostate and worked it as I sucked him and it was not long before he shot a nice load in my mouth. Later as he was getting ready for discharge his bf was helping him get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked and asked if they needed any help and when I stuck my head in the patient was sucking his boyfriends cock. I smiled and they motioned me in. I stood behind the bf and rubbed his ass while he reach back to massage my cock in my scrub pants. The patient looked at me and said fuck him. I got on my knees and rimmed his ass then stood up and sunk my cock into his bf’s hole. Knowing we did not have much time it was nothing but a quick hard pump and dump. I fucked my load into him and when I was finished he pulled off, turned around, and sucked my cock clean. I bent to kiss the patient who had a load of his bf’s cum in his mouth that he shared with me. The whole thing did not take long but fuck was it hot. I have gotten together with them a few more times for longer sessions but none comes close to fucking at work.

As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.

-bottoms that don't clean/douche when it's available for them right there to do so. -guys that follow you around. -guys that come up to you and touch you, but they are not looking for sex...they are only looking to "touch" (probably my biggest turn off). -guys that hand you a condom when your right about to fuck them (that's my cue to leave and find someone else that is into REAL fun).

If I cant get it in my ass, then I want it in my mouth! I can definitely feel it, but I don't take the cock deep when they shoot (I always ask that they tell me when they cum though). I usually pull back until just the head is inside my mouth, and I brace my tongue under their glans. I can feel it spasming in my hand and across my tongue as they fill my mouth. I don't like deepthroating when they cum because I love tasting the cum! That's the best part!