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PART 3 I walked to the front desk noting the time: almost 11:45. I still had another five hours. I smiled and felt wicked. Then, I remembered Cy but didn’t see him at the front desk. He probably had left work early. The next time I saw him I’d thank him and pay for the double room. I didn’t want to owe anyone and certainly didn’t want to be known as cheap. I wondered if maybe he had to pay for the room difference out of his own pocket. I frowned. The idea bothered me. My feet took me back to my room where I decided to try being a host. I dimmed the light to various levels before deciding on a setting, opened my door wide, and climbed on the bed settling back against the wall raising my left leg up foot flat on the bed and hooking my right ankle around my left ankle. My left hand rested on my mounded cock which I began to slowly rub. Much traffic passed by looking in with some men stepping back to the doorway for another quick glance before moving on. Others momentarily returned and lingered or stood across the narrow hall to my door before moving on as well. None chose to enter or wait around long enough for an invitation. I had just about given up on playing host when a familiar face looked into my room as it went past my door. Cy stopped abruptly, grabbed the door frame, and pulled himself back to fill my door smiling that same smile he had at the counter. I sat up returning his smiling. “How’s it going? You having a good time,” Cy asked. “Super. Better than I thought I would,” I replied. “Good. That’s what we like to hear. That’s why guys come here—to have a good time,” Cy said as he grinned broadly and his eyes sparkled. “Any problems? Questions?” “No problems or questions,” I said, then, glanced quickly over his shoulder trying to make sure I wasn’t overheard. “I have sucked off three guys and swallowed my first cum ever,” I whispered grinning and beaming at my accomplishment. Cy’s eyes bugged up as he bent over slapping my knee and laughing quietly then saying, “This is your first time having sex with men? That’s the way to go, sport. That’s why we’re here. Good for you. You fuck anybody yet or anyone fuck you?” “No. I’m having too good a time sucking so far,” I said, “but I have thought about it. I guess if I met the right guy I would.” “Well, no time like the present for an offer to be made then,” Cy said as he broadly smiled once more taking a step further into my room. I smiled back at Cy. Then it slowly dawned on me finally roaring down on me like a ton of bricks. Cy was propositioning to fuck me . . . or me fuck him. Was this his way of getting repaid what I owed for the room? My look must have changed as I continued to process. Then, I looked at Cy as I had looked at myself earlier in the evening. What I saw was amazing. How had I overlooked his details. Cy was over 6 feet because he had looked down at me at the check in desk, weighed maybe a little more than my 175, same muscles or more, crystal blue eyes, blond hair, and the whitest teeth I had ever seen that created such an enchanting smile. “Uh, well, uh, you see, I, that is . . . .” I rambled on like an addlebrained simp. “Hey. Just an offer. When you came in tonight, I thought you were hot looking and knew you would be a hit here. Just thought I’d stop by and give it a shot. No harm meant. No offense,” Cy said sounding disappointed. “I really took a liking to you is all. And, then, you go and tell me tonight is the first time you’ve ever had sex with another man . . . WOW . . . I thought I might get lucky with such a hunk like yourself and pop that cherry of yours.” That big bewitching smile with those big blue effervescent eyes melted me. He was hot looking. I trembled slightly in excitement and anticipation. “Well, uh, you’re working. If you weren’t working, I’d really like that a lot,” I heard myself saying with a shaking voice. “I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything.” I stopped speaking and then slowly added, “I really would like for you to, you know, uh, well . . . make me . . . not a virgin any more.” My voice trailed off. Cy looked at me from where he stood. His smile grew and slowly those perfect pure white teeth shone at me. “I manage the place; not an issue what I do. Come on. Leave your things here. I’ll get us a bigger bed and room.” PART 4 Cy took me to room 71 on the second floor. It indeed was a bigger room and bed. I had taken a towel with me and wore my jock leaving everything behind. Cy shut the door and dimmed the light leaving enough though so that we easily could see the other. He quickly slipped out of his shoes, socks, and body hugging t-shirt revealing a muscled chest with huge nipples and areolas. He looked up at me and smiled; I felt like melting into a puddle on the floor. He unsnapped the button on his jeans and unzipped them shaking them loose and down to the floor where he quickly bent over stepping out of one and then the other leg. He tossed his jeans onto the rest of his clothes as he stood up and began to approach me. I felt as if someone had taken a 1 by 10 and hit me square on my face. I became nervous and unsure from what I saw. Cy began to wrap his arms around my waist leaving me to lift my arms up around his neck. His body touched mine as he ground his huge uncut cock into my jock-covered crotch. We hugged for several minutes causing my cock to begin to stretch the material of my jock. Cy said nothing. He moved his head where I felt his tongue lightly lick on my neck followed by licking my ear externally. His tongue felt hard and thick but was quite gentle as he masterfully moved it over me sending chills down my spine and causing the hair on my head to stand up. Several minutes he continued to work on me. My nervousness began to wane. He drove me crazy when he drove his dominating tongue deeply into my ear. I shivered with excitement and anticipation. Several minutes later, Cy pulled away slowly lowering his head down my upper torso licking his way until he reached my left nipple. There, he began to lick and suckle gently if not in an almost hesitating way. My head spun. Time passed dreamlike as my head swirled from the sensation. The licking continued but I soon felt Cy’s teeth slightly abrading my nipple. I gasped while his tongue and teeth moved me psychologically along the path Cy had chosen for his deed. I was a 19 year old virgin being seduced by a probably 30 something year old man who was driving me crazy. I was heady with the sensation of his work but would not stop him from doing anything to me. Cy’s left hand moved from my waist up to my right nipple where he began to gently squeeze and pinch me. Cy would attack first one nipple and then the other returning to the first for more work. Just when I thought I could not stand his attention any longer, he began working on both nipples at the same time. His intensity of stimulation increased yet I held my objections in check. The tips were now almost raw from the work Cy had been doing to them. My cock was straining for release and had soaked my pouch with pre-cum. My hands wanted to push Cy away and a nanosecond later I wanted to pull him in closer so that he wouldn’t stop doing what he was doing. Suddenly, Cy slapped his palms over my nipples shocking me back to reality as his hands dug into my skin. With a firm grasp on me and saying not a word, he guided me to the bed where he backed me against it causing me to fall back onto the bed while my feet stayed on the floor. As I fell backwards, Cy released my nipples, knelt between my legs spreading them, pulled off my jock with some difficulty, lunged forward grasping my nipples between two fingers on each hand, and swallowed my cock to the base. The suddenness took me by surprise causing me to call out which I quickly strangled off in my throat. Cy milked my cock like an expert using his talented tongue to fire up my nerve endings as he had done to my neck and ears. Up and down my cock his mouth went using his hard tongue to massage and tease my cock. Coupled with his hands working on my nipples I found myself in complete disarray and under Cy’s magical spell. With great speed, his left hand left my right nipple and grabbed my balls massaging them downward away from my body. His hand adeptly moved my balls away from their firing position as he stopped his nipple play and sucking. He began to lightly bite up the entire length of my cock causing me to begin losing my erection. I was devastated and, oh, so, frustrated! I had been so close! Cy knew it. Cy let my softened cock slip out of his mouth as he released my balls and nipple. His hands were put below my thighs which he hoisted high up and back onto my chest where he told me to grab them and hold on. I obeyed. Cy slapped his mouth directly on my ass hole and began to lick and lick me. He lasted about a minute before he drove his pointed hard tongue into my hole. I was repulsed and turned on at the same time. I now wanted more of his tongue in me and began grunting my approval as he worked so very hard. My moans were loud and sustained. His big hands held onto my spread buttocks. He pulled his tongue from my hole and began using his teeth. I let out a loud guttural moan. It seemed his efforts doubled. Soon, I began to whimper and gasp as sweat now rolled off my body. Cy placed his mouth over my hole and began to suck and suck and suck. My head thrashed about as my fists beat the mattress beneath me causing Cy to take his hands and shove my legs back up onto my chest. This 19 year old was flying high and on the precipice of erupting once more.

*My first story here. Mostly true, I think, but I was so high l can't be sure. So I'm posting it here. Hope it amuses... My favorite dealer is from a few years back when I spent 4 months in New Orleans. I'd only slammed few times by then and it'd been several months since then. I was bartending part time to keep busy and as a way to meet people. One guy who became a regular for me was a real hot late-30's slim tattooed shaved-head dealer who lived across the street from the bar in The French Quarter. When I was needing supplies I'd stop at his place after my shift where I'd hang out do we got to know each other a bit. I could sort of tell I wasn't his type. But we got along well enough for him to admit his favorite scene was to get a straight customer high enough that he'd let the dealer fuck him. He told me many stories of his successes but he had one new customer that he hadn't been able to close the deal with yet. The guy was our age, dark, hairy, a delivery man for a beer company and straight. Married-with-a-kid-and-another-one-on-the-way straight. But the guy liked his Tina and would hang out for hours getting high and pawing his crotch every time he made buy. It was driving my pal crazy; he was sure he could get into the guy's shorts with a bit of help. I told him an idea that might just get him over the hump and into his hole. And it worked out pretty well. The hottie usually stopped by when his last shift of the week was over, early afternoon on Thursdays. My shift was done at 1pm that day (New Orleans hours) which gave me an hour to get myself ready. By the time he walked in I was already half naked, on my knees and sucking my bud's cock. The guy didn't seem turned off or even too surprised. He just did his business and asked if he could hang a bit and blow some clouds, which is exactly what we hoped for. The guys kept chatting, I kept sucking and we all kept smoking. My pal kind of hinted that I was a bit of a Tina whore who earned my way by entertaining the dealer anyway he wanted. After a bit the dealer slid his hand down my spine to my butthole and started to finger me. Then he took a big rock and slipped it up my hole. The new guy hadn't ever seen a booty bump before but from the sound of it he was unzipping his fly in his excitement. In fact my dealer had me taking his shorts off while I kept sucking him but I got a good look at the guy across the room on the couch. 7" uncut, thick, hairy and juicy. The guy's eyes were black and laser-focused on us, especially when my pal turned around and buried my face in his ass. Well the newbie went nuts over that, said he'd never seen anyone do it though he'd heard of it and always fantasized about a tongue licking his shitter. He dropped his shorts and stood next to us to get a good view. The dealer said, "You should try some of this," meaning me. "He's one high cock-hungry bitch." The dealer grabbed my hair and swung my face in front of this straight, veined, slick cock. I held my mouth open and reached with my tongue for this perfect slab of mancock until the guy gave in and stuffed it down my throat. Pretty soon he remembered my rim-job and turned around. But here's where the next step out my plan came into play. I backed away and said, "Sorry. I'd love to but I only eat clean hole." But the guy was too high and too horned to let that stop him. I mean he begged a bit but I stuck to my plan. Now the dealer stepped in and suggested that he clean up in the shower. I even offered to show him how I do it since I needed a little break. So I took him to the bathroom and introduced him to the shower hose, making it look like no big deal. I left him in there alone and came out to wait for the plan to pay off. After 10 minutes the shower shut off and the guy came out in a towel still wet. But we were ready for him. We had a fresh full pipe to hand him and while he sat back on the couch my friendly dealer surprised him again. He tied off my arm and stuck a full rig I'm my vein so the new guy could watch. He said, "Watch this. He'll do anything we want after this." He then pressed down the plunger and popped the strap. WOW it must have been a big one cuz my eyes went won my and my ears rang and I coughed more than ever before. I guess it was my reward for bringing home the prize. All I wanted was cock and I crawled across the floor to the couch and that last cock I could remember sucking, which was lucky cuz I still had a job to do. I buried my face in his pubes with his half-hard dick in my throat, gagging and sputtering and moaning. My pal then came up behind me and fingered more tina in my hole. The guy on the couch was smoking away on the pipe and groaning as much as I was when my bud pulled his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. One long shove all the way to the bottom. That was my cue to lick down past the guy's balls to his taint and then to his furry cherry hole. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I tongued away for a long while I think. I know I had my spit all over my face and dripping off my chin. That's when I started fingering him too. Not much to start but eventually I had a finger from each hand and my tongue in there tasting the pink meat. The guy was groaning and tossing hires had around. I pulled back enough to show my progress to the guy dickin me from behind. That's when he tagged me out and went in for some butt-munching of his own. That was also my cue to slip away, grab my few clothes and the little bag of tina (that in fact I'd paid him for) plus a little sumthin-sumthin unexpected- another fully-loaded rig, I guess to show his gratitude. Gotta love this guy. Thus I left him to his own devices. High as I was I knew I wasn't heading home. I went to the old Midtown Spa, the sleazier of the two available. On Thursdays they rented rooms at half price so all the nastiest men crawled out from under their rocks. Plus a more colorful crowd went there and I loves me some BBC in need of white hole to breed. And I got plenty. Also later I heard the outcome of the great plan. It all went as hoped. In fact the newbie stayed most of the night getting higher and getting fucked. He even showed up at my work one day looking for action. But that's another story.

PART 1 My parents just left me—their little Jason—in my fully furnished studio apartment. I was now positively on my own. They drove me up to Chicago to attend university—class of 1990. I have three weeks before classes start, and I’m going to explore the city. I already know where I’m going tonight. It’s been on my mind for months ever since I heard about the place. But, now, I have some shopping to do to get ready. A whirlwind shopping spree found me back at my place by 5:00 and my modifications finished by 5:30. (I had to get used to a new time zone.) I looked at my new shower addition and couldn’t wait to try it since I had never used one before. I got the hang of it quick enough. I took my time so that I could be sure that I would be absolutely thoroughly cleaned out in anticipation of tonight’s fun or what I hoped would be fun. I had already decided I was a good prospect to find another guy tonight to have sex with, and I didn’t want anything to go wrong. Eight o’clock found me champing at the bit. I was running crystal clear water out of my ass. I took a quick shower making sure not to put on any deodorant. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on my bathroom door and liked what I saw. I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs all going at full speed. I almost decided not to go but chastised myself for being a chicken. This is what I had dreamed about for so long. I looked once more at myself and took inventory: 19 years old; manly baritone voice; 6 feet tall; naturally tan body; 175 pounds of running and swimming muscles; brown eyes; brown hair covering my arms, legs, head, and crotch triangle; size 11 ½ feet; long slender fingers attached to big hands; and cut thick 8 inch cock hanging in front of naturally hairless sac containing 2 large hen egg-sized balls. I was nervous that I might be not up to par for the men where I was going. But, then, if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t know if I were or were not. I hurried from the bathroom, slipped on an old Bike white jockstrap, a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. I stuffed my money, ID, and CTA pass in my front pocket, picked up my gym bag with the lock and goods, and grabbing my keys went out the door. The clerk at the counter smiled a lot; his name was Cy he told me. I told him I was Jason. He gave me a wink and told me to come to him if I needed anything at all because he would be there all night. He was hot. He talked me into getting a room, actually what he called a double, telling me it was his treat since I had not brought enough money. I found my room after making a quick stop at a commode, stripped putting all my clothes and sandals in my gym bag locking it, made sure my lube was on the bed after applying some to my ass, tossed my towel over my shoulder, strapped on my door key, and left my room wearing only my trusty white Bike jockstrap and a smile. I wandered around the huge bath house going upstairs and in the basement. I went in the steam room finding several men engaged in sucking. I watched for a long time. My mind was racing at what I saw as an almost open invitation to having sex in public areas . . . and no one cared. This is what I had heard about the place and what had kept me in a subdued yet excited state for the last several months. I knew once I had decided where I was going to university I would have to visit this place. I had at last arrived. When I left the steam room, I again wandered over the three levels noting what must be protocol. I stood back and watched other men who also were wandering the narrow halls. What I suspected was true or at least I hoped so. I put my theory to the test returning to a room on the second floor where a hot looking man had been. He was still in his room with the door opened wide. I stood across the hall from his door and watched the man as he slowly rubbed his towel-covered cock. After a couple of minutes, he lifted the towel up allowing his cock freedom to rise upwards. I looked to my left and right and entered his room shutting the door behind me. He stood up as I crossed the room to him. I knelt quickly on the floor using my towel for comfort. I was breathing heavily and my hands shook. My mouth was dry but I opened it. I took his cock in my hand guiding it into my mouth where I tasted my very first cock. I began slowly moving up and down on the shaft as my mouth awakened providing saliva to make the move easier. I carefully began sucking my first cock. There would be many more I hoped. This stranger put his hands on either side of my head and held me still as he began to piston in and out of my mouth. I began quietly to moan at his taste as my head began to swim in blissfulness. My eyes fluttered briefly until I recomposed myself. He fucked my mouth easily for many minutes as I drooled in anticipation. I heard him begin to moan and looked up at him seeing his head tilted backward. His hands tightened on my head; I braced myself for what I knew was going to happen. Several more minutes passed as he continued to moan and increase the tempo of his fucking my mouth. Then, with a growl, I felt his cock fill and hit the back of my mouth. Seconds passed; I felt a flexing of his cock as the first load of his cum shot into my mouth. I gagged like the beginner I was but kept my mouth closed mostly learning to swallow each salvo of his nectar. Rank amateur and I’m sure he knew it, but he said nothing. My cock was straining in my jock. PART 2 I was ecstatic when I left his room and felt as if I were flying! My heart was racing at what I had done. I was giddy but tried to contain my wild enthusiasm as I began walking back to my room. I decided to hit up the basement before the first floor where my room was. My pace was unhurried and garnered several long looks and smiles, a couple of pats on my bare ass, and one distinctive grope of my bulging jock. As I rounded the last corner in the basement, I noticed a door open that I thought had been previously closed. Inside was a young guy who couldn’t have been much older than me. He was naked standing by his bed and stroking a cock that looked to be very similar to the one I had just sucked. I stopped directly in front of his door. Without hesitating, he beckoned me in; I went closing the door. I went to the floor and began working on his cock which was indeed very similar to the first one I had just sucked. The difference was this young guy was a lot more hurried and soon I could tell he was looking for a fast cum shot. Well less than 5 minutes, I heard him groaning as he pummelled my mouth blasting out his load which I swallowed. He hurried me out of his room. Oh. My feet took me up the stairs where I wandered the round-about hall on the first floor. The room next to mine had an older man—read probably in his fifties—in it. He had grey hair, very thin but with muscles, no body hair to speak of, and was propped up against the wall as his uncut cock lay across his thigh. I unlocked my door and stepped over to look at him once more. He motioned me to come into his room. I closed my door and joined him. As I stepped away from his door, I began to kneel once more, but he pulled me back up on my feet. We stood looking eye to eye. He put his arms around my waist, and I put mine around his shoulders. He leaned in and kissed me which took me off guard. I backed my head away for a brief moment and then relented. We kissed several minutes before separating. I knelt down taking his uncut cock into my mouth. He had a very different taste and texture than my first two cocks I had sucked. I soon found that I could slip my tongue beneath his foreskin and had a lot of fun swirling my tongue first one way and then the other. My host sighed quietly and emitted gentle moans. I looked up and saw his face with his eyes closed swaying as if there were a gentle breeze. I sucked on the entire shaft learning my trade and trying different tricks to taste more of this new cock and to be sure that the man to whom it was attached was enjoying himself. We continued for some time. My knees began to hurt, my legs began to cramp, and my mouth began to ache. Somehow, I persevered until without warning a guttural moan crept out of his closed mouth just as a huge glob of cum hit the back of my throat. I was startled and choked at the same time. His cum landed in my mouth as if it were a military barrage. Each salvo landed in a different spot. I felt a backlog of the sticky fluid building in my mouth until I thought it would burst out and spew everywhere. Fortunately, just as I was running out of room the bombardment began to abate; I began swallowing faster. I felt his body shiver and let his spent cock slowly slip from my mouth. My host helped me to my feet and once more hugged me. We kissed some more. He told me I tasted good. I had a momentary dull brain before I realized about what he was talking. I laughed and told him he was the one that tasted good. He had a very pleasant smile. I had an epiphany as I stood there with him. I realized that I had now sucked three men and swallowed their cum loads. I was not nervous or anxious any more about my being accepted. I knew I was attractive enough and had what it would take to find plenty of men at this bath house to sate my repressed sexual appetite. My mind began to race as I thought about starting a journal and keeping track of my sexual trysts. Abruptly, I returned to my reality of being held by this nice older man. Indeed, all three of my conquests were superb in their own right. Any hint of ageism fell away. I resolved that it was about sex and me getting a lot of it to make up for “lost” time. I had no time for age numbers.

My buddy called again last night wanting to know if he could stop by at my work after close. Obviously I said yes and knew what he wanted. He called again when he was in parking lot wanting to know if I was ready. I said yes. Ready means I'm naked in restroom, lights out and on my knees waiting. He come in and I start sucking him. He grabs my head and he's unusually rough fucking my mouth and throat. He's talking shit telling me I'm such a slut and asking me if I been fucked that night yet. I say no, he says he's gonna fix that. Reminder he's only 20. He stands me up and keeps me bent over still holding my head and rough fucking my mouth when I feel another set of hands on my ass. Had no idea he brought somebody with him. I never see this other guys face. He spits on my hole then fingers me deep and gets rough. I'm trying to take it like a good bottom should. Other dude then slides his dick in me balls deep as I realize he's not average size and I feel every inch. He never speaks, he uses me hard as my buddy is holding my head and using my mouth telling me how I'm such a nasty slut taking that raw dick. Other dude got this death grip on my shoulders and getting in me deep. Snapping his hips hard each time like he's trying to make it hurt which he does. I'm trying to hang on. He goes in me deep one last time and holds it. My buddy asking him "you doing it?" as he's pumping his load in me. My buddy starts jacking and shoots his load all over my face. That first time my buddy doesn't breed me. He pushes me to the floor, I'm on my knees catching my breath and dripping cum I hear my buddy say " hope you fucked him up good". They both leave, I never saw the other guy, he never spoke. Have no clue. Hope a repeat soon.

PART 5 Cy stopped his tongue assault on me which again sent me crashing down the sexual height to which he had driven me. I raised my head up and looked down my torso at his limpid blue eyes staring back at me. I could tell he was grinning at me on several levels as I lay there wet with perspiration and the remains of my gasping for air. “Now, to give you what you really want and haven’t had. We’re going to pop that cherry of yours,” he said quietly. Quickly, I righted myself and scooted backwards away from Cy. “I can’t,” I said definitively. “Cy, there’s no way you can fuck me—no way! You’re too big!” I protested yet so desperately wanted him to fuck me. I was terrified of the thought! Cy grinned and crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees moving closer until we were face-to-face. I had seen his limbless tree trunk swollen and leaking a long line of pre-cum that draped down to the sheet as he came toward me. It was more than twice the size that it was when he had stepped out of his jeans. His cock had to be 10 inches long if not more, and it was as thick as . . . I didn’t know what. The hood had slid back showing a slick purplish mushroom head that was fatter than the shaft. I wanted that cock in my ass; my brain and my ass said no way! I had felt the gooey tip touch my legs as Cy had moved up to me. “What if I told you to trust me, and that I won’t hurt you in the way you think I might,” Cy purred into my face. No doubt my eyes filled with fear if not terror looked into his hypnotic eyes that sparkled with confidence. “You know you want to. You know you came here for it. You know you want me to be the one to pop that cherry of yours,” he cooed and licked my nose. I kept staring into his somnolent eyes that kept luring me back to him with unspoken faux promises of no pain but maddening delight. He kept making almost imperceptible movements with his transfixed eyes as he repeated in a narcotic whisper almost as a mantra, “Come on; you know you want to.” We held our looks for minutes which I could not gauge until at last in a dream I slowly shook my head in assent. Gently and with great touching assurance, Cy moved me around on the bed. I found myself on my elbows and knees with my knees apart. Cy left the bed going to the foot. I heard a bag rustling and then he climbed back up on the bed behind me. (Where had that bag come from?) “I’m going to lube you inside and out real good with a lot of lube. That makes everything slick and easy to slide,” Cy told me as he stroked a buttock. “But, to do that I’m going to have to insert a small tube in your ass; it will feel strange at first but nothing to hurt you. I’ll use the tube to fill you with enough lube to make this so easy for you. You’ll feel something cool; that’s the lube. If you want me to go on, just shake your head.” I hesitantly shook my head. True to his word, the apprehension that I felt dissipated the further Cy moved the tube. He went slowly stopping after awhile. I soon felt a coolness inside me that spread as he removed the tube until at the opening he took the tip in his hand and spread a large amount around my ass hole. “How’s that? How’s my baby doing?” Cy whispered. He evidently moved his wares out of the way as I lazily enjoyed the feeling or something. “Is my baby doing okay now?” “Yes,” I said quietly with no mistrust or anxiety. I was at peace with thoughts of confidence in Cy and his ability. “Just be sure, please, to wear a condom.” “Oh, baby, you know I will with everything going on these days a condom is a must for everyone . . . all the time,” I heard his voice of reason and consent as it murmured his response. I knew this man was good, and he was going to be good to me. He already had been good to me in many ways. I could trust him with my life. “Just a little bit more time to let all that lube get good and spread around. In fact, I’m going to insert something else to help spread it around so that my baby won’t feel any pain. Is that okay with you, baby?” Cy asked. “If it is, just nod for me baby, and we’re almost ready for you to have that cherry popped. I am so lucky.” I slowly nodded once more. I later found out that Cy had laced his lube with a numbing agent. He knew I would not feel anything or at most only a small amount of pain that he was actually inflicting on me. Nothing need be said about the damage he was about to do for his evil deed. He took a long flexible brush with short tough bristles and began to insert it in my ass. I felt an occasional prick and would jerk but made no protest as he pushed it further inside me. Once fully inserted, I felt him slowly withdrawing it and returning it inside me. Several passes were made as he “spread the lube” around inside me. He then withdrew the tool, and I have no doubt he saw the pink mixture on the white bristles. I’ve since seen Cy do this on so many young unsuspecting novices. PART 6 “Okay, baby. You’re ready to go. I got you brushed up real good and in the pink now. You are so good to me. I am so lucky to get to pop that cherry of yours and turn you on to a new life,” I heard Cy crow in a hushed soothing voice. Little did I know what new life he meant. “Jason, baby, I know to use a condom, but, baby, it makes it so much easier for me and a lot less painful for you to make that first bust through without one. I promise not to fuck you without one.” He laughed a little. “Well, not unless you want me to.” He laughed again. “So, are you good for me to ease you open without a condom? Baby, I don’t want you to be hurt not now not ever. I want you to feel good,” I heard Cy say in a soothing concerned voice behind me. The thought of a cock in my ass without a condom scared me—no, terrified me. It was 1986 after all. I had heard reports on television and read newspapers. This was Cy not a man who was sick. He was hung, handsome, and healthy—I could tell that from just looking at him. Anyone could see he was okay to pop my cherry and not hurt me by not using a condom. He would then pull out and don one to fuck me. “Okay,” I quietly said with some reluctance. I felt something at my hole that slid easily and slowly inside me. That didn’t hurt at all. “I’ve just put one of my fingers in your hole, babe. I’m going to put some more in and do a little stretching exercise to help things to go smoothly. My babe isn’t going to hurt; I want him to feel so good when he joins the club,” I heard a husky purr response. Just as Cy had told me, I felt him slowly working more fingers inside me stretching my ass hole wider open. I did feel a tingling of pain but nothing as what I had expected. I relaxed more confident in Cy’s ability and safeness. Cy removed his fingers, and I felt him move close up behind me. I tried to remain relaxed but confess to some tenseness about the unknown that was to come. A pressure was felt where Cy’s fingers had once been. Cy put his hands on my hips and gently held them as more pressure was felt at my hole. The pressure began mounting and continued to increase as I envisioned a needle on a gauge slowly inching toward the red zone. Discomfort began to set in on me, but I fought back not wanting to disappoint Cy and ruin my chance for losing my virginity. Then, everything happened at once as if in a single moment of time: My sphincter popped opened and spread wide allowing the massive mushroom head to slide inside me as Cy’s hood slid backward off the head of his cock. It felt like a foot or more of his gargantuan cock had entered me whereas in reality no more than a couple of inches had. Cy’s hands gripped my hips like a vise making sure I went no where. I rose up instantly on my hands ready to bolt. I gasped in shock holding my breath for a long time. I perceived I was hurt badly when in fact it was the surprise of the sudden entry that jarred me and not any actual pain. Cy had done well in administering the numbing agent. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You’re okay, babe. I got you now. You’re with me,” he whispered and continued to softly utter his words of assurance allowing me to indeed reject my fear and return to my starting position. Cy made no further move to enter me. My angst abated and soon I began to feel connected to Cy in a very special way as his bare cock became an obsessive thought for me. In due time, I heard Cy caressingly say, “Babe, you ready for me to fuck you properly now?” At the same time I detected a gentle pressure as he carefully eased another inch or so inside me. “Yes, but, please, put on a condom like we agreed,” I quietly said as my eyes closed while I felt how wonderful he was making me feel. The pressure and movement halted, and my head spun with delicious satisfaction of his occupation of me. Shortly, Cy repeated his question in the same caressing and caring tone, “Babe, you ready for me to fuck you now?” He repeated his gentle pressure sliding another inch or so inside me. My head was rolling around as if drugged, and I quietly repeated my request, “Yes, but, please, use a condom.” Again, he stopped allowing me to register his progress. My ass felt so amazing. Cy again in his caring quiet whisper asked, “Babe, you ready for me to fuck you? You need to feel the power within you that you have over me. You need to know how special you are to me. You need that last small step taken to awaken to the beauty that you hold. You need me to awaken the positive feelings in your body.”

Half of this story is true. Half of it isn't. Everything's so different now when it comes to chat rooms. It used to be simple. There used to be just this one big chat site where you could go directly to your city or region and start a conversation with guys nearby. I'm in a medium-sized city and always found guys to talk to. It was 1998, and I was just a stupid kid messing around online. I was "out", but not really happy with the clubs I'd been to or the personal ads I'd tried. Somewhere around that time I discovered I was a "bug chaser". It was a surprise to me even though a therapist once told me that the thing you fear most is the thing you will eventually go after. So be it. I don't pretend to understand the human mind -- least of all, my own. So I'm chatting in my city's room and I started a conversation with this guy who called himself "a tall, tasty top". Just my kind. But he also had HIV that was advancing ever so close to full-blown AIDS. We chatted for a bit and exchanged some personal information. He worked at a big museum and did misc. artwork for the place. He was a musician and seemed altogether interesting. But then he moved things along to sex talk. I'd already told him I was HIV NEG, but he seemed to want to know how far I'd go with him. I admitted that I wanted to suck him off. "You'd suck a poz dick?", he asked. "Just yours," was my reply. "My doc is really concerned about my viral load. I'm getting my tonsils taken out in a few days because he thinks that will help,". Oh. OK. "Well, maybe we could meet for lunch later on?" "My operation is Thursday morning. Want to meet for a late lunch on Friday?" "Absolutely". I thought that seemed kind of soon after a surgery, but I suggested a little bar and grill that was near both our workplaces. He agreed and it was all set. After I signed-out, I realized that even though we'd set a date, place and time --- we had no idea what the other looked like or would be wearing. All I had to go on was 'tall, tasty top'. That'd have to do, I guess. Friday came around and I told my boss I was taking the afternoon off. At 1 o'clock, I slipped out and was at the place plenty early to see if I could spot him coming in. It didn't take long before I spotted him coming through the parking lot. He was super tall, very skinny and looking like Hollywood (in my opinion). Dark black hair and full beard and mustache, glasses, and dark eyes directed toward me. He knew me too. Amazing. he was dressed way more casual than I was, but he was an artist after all. Lunch. Well, I could have picked a better place for a date with somebody who'd just had throat surgery. They didn't even serve soup here, just hot chili which I doubt he could tolerate. I ordered a burger and he ordered a turkey sandwich. While waiting, we finally got around to basics like our names and ages and where we lived. He was so fascinating to look at, and his voice was low and friendly. His name was Kent. I took two or three bites from my burger and I couldn't eat any more. My stomach was doing flips like I was teen girl in love. He finished his food and half of mine before suggesting we go to a gay bar around the corner. "Just for a bit" We got there and I immediately ordered a large pitcher of beer. He was a little concerned that my stomach was too empty for so much booze, but I lied and said I'd had a big breakfast. We were sitting at the bar on two stools. He was wearing old jeans with holes everywhere - including the ones that let me see his white, white bony kneecaps. I wanted to touch one of them, but needed some beer first. I hated myself for being shy. We drank and talked, and at some point he took my hand in his. Life was perfect. I guess I should've eaten more and I guess I shouldn't have downed the beers so quickly because we were deep-kissing right there in front of everyone. I'd touched both knees and possibly even kissed one. I might have even have rubbed his crotch. It's all blurry ---even the part where he drug me out of the bar and drove me to his house. I was fairly awake and lucid when we went in his front door. He escorted me to a very long couch where I just knew I'd fall asleep. It was so plush and luxurious that I was prepared to close my eyes and let dreams come on. I'd forgotten all about Kent. He'd disappeared somewhere. And then he walked in and cleared his throat. "Wake up!" I sat up as my head spun a bit. "I want to play a concerto for you". he announced. He was completely nude and I noticed the scars on his neck, his fat dick and his long, long feet. He walked casually over to a fancy piano and started pounding out the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. Should I remain on the couch? Should I go stand closer? I opted to get closer and watch him. It was all so wonderful and my head was filled with colors and images from each perfect note. And then it was over. He sat up from the bench, took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. Either I undressed myself or he did it for me, but I was naked under his covers. He crawled in beside me. "Still want to suck a poz cock?" "Oh yeah. I do." He was stretched out on his back and I immediately put his thick knob in my mouth. Did I realize what I was doing? No. I just did it. I moved as far down the shaft as I could. He started bucking his hips and I knew he wanted me to complete the task. I pulled off, took a deep breath and continued. I kept sucking and my jaw got tired when he suddenly thrust his groin up and shot a huge load against the roof of my mouth. I didn't spill a drop and swallowed it all. Bug cum. I took his sudden snoring as a sign I could sleep too. And, oh I did. I dreamed of birds and piano music. I woke up to two things: a desire for water and a prodding between my ass cheeks. Kent had woken earlier and had worked himself into full-blown hardness. He was pushing it into my hole. There was no way I could pretend to be asleep for this, but I needed to try. He got the fat head in and I yelled out. Very awake now. "Sshhhh". "It hurts too much. Maybe we shouldn't do this now". "Get on all fours. Pretend you're The Sphinx". I did as told...thinking of that odd monument in Egypt. And then he was covering me with his lean, furry body. He worked his way back inside with some lube this time. It nearly killed me, but it as it kept going I felt a little better. And as he slid in and back, I felt pleasure in my crotch area, I told him how much I was enjoying this and that made him thrust harder. And then he came. His poz cum was inside of me and I hadn't even mentally prepared for that. Too much to think about. I'd have so much to deal with when I woke up, but right now I just wanted to sleep. And dream.

1992 I was in my early 20's and new to the city. I worked at a fairly okay job and lived in a nice apartment. My life wasn't all that exciting. I had a few friends, but because I was so bad at socializing, these were friends I'd accidentally accumulated only because they were drawn to me for whatever reason: The girl neighbor who was a stripper/prostitute, the crazy guy who worked at the bookstore and assorted hangers-on from here and there who were all defective in some way. No complaints on my end. I was a skinny gay man who was so far deep in the closet and so scared of AIDS that I'd probably never have sex. Ever. Whatever. The friend whose company I enjoyed the most was a 40-something guy named "Gene". I met him the very first time I ever went to the gay bar called "Bella" near my work. The place was never crowded -- especially in the 5-7 pm period when I usually stopped there to get a decent buzz. Almost immediately I found myself stuck next to a bar stool next to Gene. I got the feeling he'd been there since it opened and was always drinking mixed drinks while I just wanted mugs of beer. How to describe him? Well, he was not bad-looking and about my height. He had some gray in his hair and a gut that was a little bit bigger each time I saw him. I wasn't attracted to him at all and he knew that. When there's no sexual tension between two people, the conversation flows freely. He had lots of experience and a huge cache of interesting stories. I was never bored and we actually got to be very close friends. We'd go out to dinner regularly and that's when I started to realize why some men were attracted to him. He was warm and easygoing. Comfortable. Going to Bella after work and chatting with Gene became an everyday habit for me. After a while, he started admitting things and telling me more of his scandalous stories. In the course of one week I earned that he was a fan of amphetamines, HIV-positive and liked to fuck young bottoms with no condom and not telling them his status. He even admitted to poking holes in the condoms he'd wear so he could give them "his gift". I was a little sickened now. He knew from our many talks that I was a virgin and terrified of disease. I was just like one of the guys he had regularly bugged. As much as I tried not to react, Gene could tell I was shocked and also a little scared, but he kept talking and I kept listening. As time passed, the weather got warmer. I liked this time of year because men wore fewer clothes as the temperature climbed. I had an unspoken appreciation for guys in shorts and sandals thanks to my fetish for long, hairy legs and big feet. Gene could tell I was enjoying the scenery, and he used the opportunity to tell me which guys he'd victimized already. ""Yeah -- that one has my DNA in him", "He was so easy to fool...and he's a doctor", and so on. I tried to keep track of which ones were polluted now, but it was just too many faces, names and bodies to remember. I put it all out of my mind and wondered if I should find another bar to go get buzzed in since this place was obviously his hunting ground. He either noticed my disillusionment or ran out out of stories because he stopped talking and we just chatted like old times. I almost forgot about his dangerous side after a few weeks. Instead of bragging about his stealthing conquests, he started asking about me and my life. He became Therapist Gene and tried to get me to open up about why I didn't seem to have much of a personal life beyond Bella and him. Answers were slow coming but I eventually tell him about my lifelong shyness and fear of everything and anything. He turned out to be an excellent listener. The only advice he ever offered was "You need to get laid". He thought would fix everything...and I wondered if maybe he was right. The next time I walked into the bar I saw Gene sitting next to some younger guy and I assumed it was his latest target. I sauntered over to pinball machines and dug in my front pocket for quarters. Just as I realized I hadn't ordered a beer yet I turned around to see my friend right behind me with a sentence already forming on his lips. "Not even going to say 'hi'??" me asked. "It looked like you were busy" I answered. "Him? That's just Bradley -- a friend of mine. He's a top like me so we've never hooked up like that. And don't worry...he's super clean and a 'condom nazi'. It took about an hour of looking through my collection of phone numbers, but I finally found you the perfect date." I glanced in his direction and 'perfect' was a pretty accurate description. He was tall, had dark features and wearing a really nice suit. In other words, he was out of my league. Gene noticed my paralyzing shyness start to consume me again and just grabbed me and led me over to the bar where introductions were made. I felt awkward and could barely put words together, but a conversation began as Gene bought me shots and interjected his happy banter during pauses. Time passed and drinks were consumed and Bradley and I found quite a bit to talk about. He wasn't much older than me, had a job similar to mine and only wore nice suits because his brother was a tailor and had all kinds of connections. He was also a rabid "Walking Dead" fan and we discussed that show for a long time. Too long, probably - because my buddy had disappeared somewhere. "Where'd Gene go?". I asked him. "Oh who knows? He's probably passed out or on the hunt somewhere". I tapped my empty shot glass and said "Speaking of 'passing out', I think I've gone beyond my limit here. What time is it?" I felt a little dizzy. "11:30. I need to go home soon too. Let me walk you to your car". I followed him out the door and onto the sidewalk, but he headed in the opposite direction of where I was parked. Okay. I guess I was walking him to his car instead. As we got around the corner, he stopped and pushed me back against the big glass window of some lamp store I'd never been into. He was crushing me into it and mashing his lips onto mine. I mashed mine back as I barely remember ever feeling shy. His tongue was exploring my mouth and throat as he made some grunting sounds. I felt his insistent boner through his pants, prodding into my stomach. Within a few blurry minutes Bradley had driven me back to his tidy apartment where I was undressing (or was undressed) in under twenty seconds. We both standing naked in a tight embrace right there in his living room. I could not get enough of kissing him, but he pulled away and said "Check it out". Following his gaze, I looked down and saw his perfect erection pointing upward. Holy shit. He pulled a condom from nowhere and held it to my face. "Inspect it all you want and then put it on me". It was already unwrapped and I did try to look at it carefully, but my vision was a little blurred. The task of getting it over his engorged penis head proved too difficult for my uselessly shaky fingers though. He took over and rolled it down his magnificent dick as he led me back to his dark bedroom where I instantly found myself, face down, on his deliciously comfortable bed. He was moving around and fiddling around with what I assumed was lube after an oily blob landed between my ass cheeks. I couldn't see anything, but the feelings were more than enough. He was massaging the lube over and into my butthole. I relaxed even further into the bed's softness. "OK". He spread my legs a little and settled on top of me. That perfect, latex-sheathed dick moved in and struck my virgin prize. Yes, it hurt. It hurt very much, but the pain was as blurred as my thoughts and didn't last too long. And then this Bradley was moving his hips and cock inside of me. My first thought was how nice it felt and my second thought was that my virginity was gone forever now. Everything was slow and perfect until he got a little rougher with his thrusting. Rougher and faster."Tighten that ass, kid. I'm about to cum". I clenched as much as I could with a rectum full of big dick. I guess I did it right because he responded with tiny rapid pushes and a loud moan. He was breathing heavily and sweating all over my back. "Shit, shit, shit!" he suddenly exclaimed. Huh? "What?" "The condom broke". I was quiet and feeling warm. Also stupid. This Bradley guy used one of the tricks Gene told me he himself had used on a few of his victims. An unwrapped condom that 'mysteriously' broke at the moment of no return. I should have been outraged, but my whole body was tingling with pleasure. So what? Everybody had to die of something. At least he drove me back to the Bella parking lot so I could get my car and go home. Of course there was a light blinking on my answering machine and of course it was a message from Gene. "Well, it took forever, but I finally got my DNA inside of you. Brad was one of my early conversions and now the three of us are family. If you're feeling okay tomorrow, lets go have brunch or something".

Happened today at work. Totally unexpected. I work with this hood, black Jamaican guy. About 5'10", 130, dreads. I think he's suspected I'm into guys, as he's played around a bit. Today, I played. He was ragging on how bad my team performed in the tournament. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into him. My arm rested on his side hip ... and I 'accidentally' brushed my hand against his crotch. He got hard fast. Why do the skinny black guys have the biggest dicks? We walked around, abs next thing I know we're in a large storage closet with no security camera. He pushed down on my shoulders ... and before he said anything unbuckle his belt, and whip out a monster. I inhale his thick 9 inches of chocolate delight, before he could change his mind. He pushes all the way in, holding the back of my head, making me choke. I grabbed his ass cheeks and he let me get back to sucking him. Well I know he wanted more, as in the past he'd brush against my ass. He picks me up, throws me onto a box ... pulls down my pants ... spits on my hole, and at least gently pushes his dick into my hole. Not long until he's balls deep. He's a rough fucked! He didn't hesitate to start raping my ass ... pulling almost all the way out, forcefully thrusting back in. I'm moaning, I guess too much, so he stuffs his du rag in my mouth lol. I tried to adjust positions, but he grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up even more and fucking even harder. Damn I needed this! He lasted maybe five minutes before thrusting one last time ... I felt his dick thicken, throb ... and my ass warm up with his load. He pulled out, and I got back on my knees to suck him clean. Well, he's only 18 so he came again, flooding my mouth with a bitter, yet tasty, load. He left the closet first, and I left after. But I fingered my ass while jacking off, blowing a massive load all over the floor, before I left. Sorry maintenance!

I went to high school in the gay village, walking through it twice daily to and from the subway, past the bars, bath houses, queens and queers. I knew i was gay and wanted to break free of the choir/alter boy with good grades that girls fawned over image. I worked up the nerve to go into the eagle which was open during the day. It seemed less obvious than going into the porn theater. I walked up the stairs telling myself to act normal, just go to the bar, order a ginger ale and grab a seat in a corner. It worked! As I sat in the corner of the almost empty bar, petrified to move but so turned on I scanned the room, fixated on the sling so much so, that i never noticed the 6'2 dark haired 200 lb mid 30's man that had walked over and asked to sit. I smiled and said yea, grab a seat. He straddled the stool at the table dwarfing my slight 5'8 130lbs as he sat next to me. Every part of me quivered at the thought of him popping my cherry, b4 i knew it i had a raging boner snaking down my pant leg. He reached over hand outstretched reaching for my hand, and in a deep voice said I'm Mark, I couldn't help coming over and saying hello. Thanks your'e hot came out of my mouth b4 i could stop myself, still holding my hand he looked down at my twitching teenage cock and smiled wide.. wow your'e hung he stated making me blush.. i'm chris, short for christoher I told him. Wanna get out of here and go get comfortable? Sure, my voice quivering, we got up put our coats on and proceeded down the stairs when he stopped, turned around and started to kiss me, his stubble made my cock rage even harder making my underwear wet with pre-cum. His large hands quickly freed my cock from my pants, the cold winter air on my stiff "8 1/2" long 6 thick cock made me squirm a little, but b4 i knew it, this giant of a man was gobbling my cock in his hot mouth. After what seemed like an eternity he tore himself off of my cock long enough to grunt, fuck you taste so good, lets get out of here! My jeans barely contained my cock soft, I struggled to to get it back in hard, and decided to zip it up as far as it would go and pull my jacket down over the rest of my exposed cock.. mark smiled at me with this devilishly satisfied look on his face that i would have to walk out like that. As we got to the bottom of the stairs he said, don't worry we r not going far, just across the street. Again more stairs through a lane way door and we r at a counter with stacks of towels on them... The old guy in the background was familiar from the coffee shop; he said to the clerk, let him in, give them the double at the end of the hall and smiled at me.. Mark paid and was given a key, a bottle of lube and 2 towels. We walked down the maze of halls of open doors naked men and sounds of sex everywhere.. When we got to the room mark asked if i'd been here b4, I said no, I'm actually a virgin.... he smiled at me & continued to undress. The man was a mountain, solid, thick arms, legs, hands and a fat uncut cock.. I stood there staring at him as i undressed. he looked me over b4 picking me up and placing me on the bed standing up so my cock was closer to his face.. My cock responded with teenage zeel, but I was aching to taste his cock. his tongue darted under my foreskin tracing my cock head bringing me back to this sweet extacy; looking down at his stubble covered face with my hard cock buried in his mouth was almost too much, and he could sense it, so he turned around placed his hands on the walls spread his legs and told me to hop down and slide that monster cock in my hole. I hopped down and stood behind Mark with my hard cock pointed square at his ass crack not knowing what to do, but b4 I could move his massive hands reached down and cupped my cock, guiding it closer to his hot hole. I could not believe I was about to fuck this football player built daddy, especially without a condom. B4 I could even ask about the condom, the moist heat of his hole like a drug made me forget about anything other than that hot tight hole twitching and flexing against my cock head.. It made me so hot I shot a stream of pre-cum which just made my virgin cock head slide in his hole. Mark moaned and inhaled from a small bottle with 1 hand while still holding my cock with the other. I could feel his hole relax as he inhaled; with a low grunt he moaned as he began to been his hot dry hole my fat uncut cock. The more he worked my rock hard cock into his hole the closer I felt myself to cuming. Mark just kept moaning how good my cock felt in his hole, it hurt so good he repeated a few times; I told him i was so close to cumming, he asked if i could wait till he got my cock all the way in, so I grabbed his hips and drove my cock deep in his hole waiting to feel his ass lips cradle the base of my cock. Mark spread his cheeks grinding back into me; I lost my balance & fell back onto the bed mark following, as he landed on me his crushing weight buried my cock as deep as it could go. I wrapped my arms around this towering daddy who had begun to vigorously ride me raw moaning seed your daddy, shoot you hot load deep in daddy. Without much more urging I was shooting my first load deep into his willing hole. He kept riding my cock which now slid in and out with greater ease as my cum lubed his hole. This new feeling was too much, it's like a beast was awakened, I wanted to be in control, I wanted to be behind him controlling the thrust. I told him to stand up and turn around, as he did i could feel my cum drip out of his ass. He was hard and drenched in pre-cum! I wanted my first taste of cock! It was sweet & salty at the same time i thought as i tried to take his 10 inch un cut cock down my throat like he had done to me... he reached down lifted my chin so i was looking up at him as i sucked his cock and said to I hope you don't mind i have a lot of pre- cum. I took his fat cock out of my mouth and said Its my first time so you get to train me to love your cum and cock... you have to use your pre cum as lube to work this monster uncut daddy dick into my hole. And you have to cum deep in my hole so i can go home with your cum in me.. His cock shot a load of pre cum across my face as it stiffened to my words.. Mark laid down on the bed with his legs up in the air and said fuck me some more, i was so close just now... I pressed my cock up against his hole, feeling my load leaking out as he twitched welcoming my cock into his hungry hole..This time I slid the entire length of my hard uncut cock into his hole as i leaned forward to kiss him. Man it felt so good, i started thrusting like a wild man turned on by the fact that i was inside of this built daddy who just wanted my cock inside of him.. his moans became louder and his cock was shooting short thick burst of what i thought was cum so i aske if he was cumming, he said no that's pre cum.. i puled my cock out of his ass, he groaned as it plopped out. I straddled his lap positioning my virgin hole on the head of his fat, long uncut cock and started to rock back and forth working his pre cum into my hole getting it wet.. Mark reached behind me to insert a finger in my but. I hated the feeling of his finger inside of me... I told him, take it out, if im gonna loose my cherry its gonna be to a cock, not a finger.. I straddled his cock for a while only able to get his head inside of me, b4 he handed me the vial and said inhale slow and deep, then relax... I did as told. The pain subsided as I felt this rushing wave consume me, marks lubed his shaft, place his hands on my hips, a few thrusts and & a couple inches of his monster cock slid in. A few minutes of riding Mark my hole opened up, enjoying the feeling of his fat cock sliding in and out of me, I reached back and realized he was only less than half way in me.. I took a few more hits of the poppers, and asked him to get on top of me; with ease he flipped me over lifted my legs above his broad shoulders, and slowly dropped all his weight on me, forcing inch after inch inside of me...he got about 8 inches in b4 he paused to let me get used to it and to have more poppers... his cock was huge and filled me completely, i felt him grow inside of me as he laid on top of me kissing my neck..I grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into me, I wanted to feel his balls pressed up against my hole and he did not disappoint. Once more he laid there & I felt his cock twitch a few times, Mark grunted, I can feel the pre cum leaking out my cock, filling u up.. I grinned and slapped his ass; he began to slowly fuck my hole & it hurt like hell...He slipped his cock out of my hole making me feel suddenly empty; he squeezed some lube in my gaping hole, then began to slowly feed his fat uncut head into my well lubed hole. Thank you I gasped as he began to bury his cock fat in my tiny butt, the lube really made it easier to take his long fat cock as he built up speed, forcing my hips down to the base of his cock with almost every thrust, making me yelp. Mark placed his large hand in my mouth and said bite down, I'm close. I pushed his hand away and said I'll take it like a man, he grinned picking up the pace, I was seeing stars it hurt so bad, then all of a sudden my aching hole which was already stretched to the max began to almost double in size as Mark's began to shot. He buried his cock balls deep in my hole, his cock twitching and growing each time he shot deep inside of me. Mark began sliding his cock half way out then slamming it mercilessly back in to his balls, each time flooding me with hot cum. He came for what seemed like forever b4 burring his cock balls deep in my used come filled hole, flexing his cock deep inside of me; then bam , without warning my hard cock started to shoot without me touching it... Mark opened his mouth and bent over catching some of my cum in his mouth then leaned in and kissed me. He stayed inside of me till his cock softened. We showered and came back to our room, my hole sore and gaping, I sat at the edge of the bed. Mark told me to lean back, and i did as told; fuck#@* he began to rim my sore hole sucking, blowing air into my hole like a balloon. B4 i knew it I felt a flood unleash from deep inside me. Mark grunted Yea! like he had just found gold; he furiously ate my hole lapping up every drop that leaked out. After a while I heard him say your'e nice and clean now. Ignoring my raging hard on I asked, what just happened? He said, while fucking you I felt your second ring open up when i was fucking you, so I figured you still had some cum up there. Mark reached into the locker for his pants, and a ring hit the floor, he leaned down and placed it on his ring finger while staring at me. I asked what his wife was like in bed; he said she doesn't like the amount of pre cum i have so she doesn't give me head..& says i'm too bug so doesn't like getting fucked too much which works for him... We exchanged numbers and saw each other a few more times...

There it was again. I was cruising through Craigslist, jacking-off to the pictures of bodies and cocks as I read the posts, and there it was: two big cock dads looking to share a twink. I grunted in pleasure. I loved this post. Every time I read it, it got me so hard I could barely contain myself. In the advertisement were two photographs of enormous cocks. Although the advertisement didn't contain a photograph of either guy, the size of their cocks was enough to get me excited. I had recently turned 22 and had minimal experience. I'd only ever bottomed for one guy who I had dated, but after he left for grad school, my needs were largely unmet and my sexual frustration increased as time when on, becoming almost too much to control. I'm 5'4', 150 pounds, half Puerto Rican, half white, good looking, with good definition and nice arms, and oh, I'm a total masculine pig bottom in the sheets. Finding dates and sex was never hard, but it seemed as if I was generally more masculine than the guys who wanted me, and I was not inclined to let such guys fuck me, so needless to say, in the year since my boyfriend left, I had only given three or four blow jobs. I never really trusted Craigslist but the attitude of the guys in the ad seemed so hot, I answered it. A few minutes later I received a reply asking for my age and phone number. I know I looked a little young but answered back any way asking to for some body pics of the guys. I received a text a few minutes later directing me to come to a certain address, adding that if I didn't like what they were offering, I could leave, but I would like it, (which I would), and if I stayed, (which I would), I would have to please the Daddies - however they wanted. Fuck, I thought, this is so fuckin' hot! So, just as instructed, I drove over to the address and approached the back door, which I found open. and texted that I had arrived. I immediately received a reply instructing me to enter the building and lock the door behind myself. Doing so, I entering into a dark room where two guys were sitting on a couch, drinking beer and, watching what I understood to be porn on a television. From what I could see, the first guy was at least 6 feet tall, was in his late 30s, was generally smooth, although he sported some large tribal tatts on his arms, and that he had a head of black hair and had a goatee. His chest and arms were frankly amazing, but I could see where he was getting a little soft on the sides. Even more enticing, however, was the cock that hung between his legs. It was one of the cocks that had been posted in the Craigslist advertisement. It was eight long (while soft) and looked as thick as my Gillette shaving cream can. Sitting next to him was the second Daddy. He was shorter than the first Daddy and, with a thick beard and hairy chest and abdomen, he was a bit of a wolf. He wasn't insanely hairy, but he came across as very manly - with a bit of a thick body. His cock, however, seemed as long as that of the other guy, however, as I stood in the doorway watching him pull on it, and as my eyes continued adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was thicker than a coke can. Both men looked like they were smoking joints, but the smell was stronger and different from any weed I'd ever smelled before. Wolf Daddy raised his hand in my direction and gestured me into the room. I walked in, somewhat tentative, as the smell of the thick white smoke they were enjoying was making me a little bit dizzy. "So, you like what you see?" Wolf Dad asked, smiling evilly at me. I nodded slowly. With that, Tattoo Dad stood up, lording his power me, and said one word: "Strip." I'd never given a strip tease in my life except for the occasional time I'd slowly take off my shirt when I was entering the community pool. I slid my jeans off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The dizziness I experience, however, with the white smoke that permeated the room, got to me and I ended-up stumbling down to the floor on one knee. When I looked-up, Tatt Dad's enormous and soft cock head was in my face. I looked up at him and it, and he stared at me, his expression flat and emotionless. A large bead of precum had begun to form on the uncut tip of his cock and I thought to myself 'I might as well get started' so I opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. FUCK! His cock tasted amazing and his pre-cum was thick and salty. As I pleasured his tool, Tatt Dad's head rolled back to look at the ceiling as I worked more of his soft cock into my mouth. As I did my best to satisfy him, I finished kicking off my shoes and jeans and was glad I was wearing some sexy underwear, some baby blue aussie bum briefs. Tatt Dad's cock was swelling-up, and in so doing, its thickness gradually increased. When I originally took it into my mouth, even soft I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Now erect, yet another inch was added to the challenge, with the result that when I went down on him as far as I could, and had effectively reached rock-bottom, there were still another two inches of prime cock meat separating his balls from my chin. Tatt Dad, however, knew how to train me. When I went down on him, he positioned his arm around the back of my head, and he would hold me there for a few seconds before letting me come back up for air. Then he sat down and I did my damnedest to worship his cock, but couldn't seem to push my mouth any further down his cock, but once again, Tatt Dad knew how to get what he wanted, because when I went down, his grip on my head tightened and he pushed me further down his cock, forcing it past the stopping point. I could feel it curve down into my throat stretching to reach new levels of cock-sucking competence. Tatt Dad pumped his cock again and again past this point, my eyes widened as I was utterly amazed at what I was achieving in swallowing his cock, without the usual gagging. Each time we went through this cycle, he would pull me off his cock at the last second, until after about ten such cycles, he withdrew and let go of my head. I collapsed to the floor as the oxygen poured into my lungs. Wolf Dad chuckled and I saw his fully erect 8.5 inch, vein-covered cock, thicker than a can of beer. He called me over and when I knelt between his knees, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and unceremoniously ripped it off with his bare hands, tearing it down the back and throwing it aside. He grabbed my head as he slapped my face with his thick dick. I remember thinking his cock-slaps probably resembled the experience of being hit with a two by four - or so I imagined - his thick, hard wood slapping me about the face until finally he pushed his way into my mouth. I choked. He pulled me off and slapped me hard on the face before pushing me back on it. I choked again and he slapped me and threw my head away from him. 'Fuck', I thought, 'these guys are fucking rough'. Tatt Dad stood up and wagged his long dick in my face. I couldn't help but grunt in approval and take it in my mouth. About then I felt Wolf Dad climb behind me, grab my underwear, and before I could protest, he tore a hole in the ass end and slapped my ass hard. I yelped more in surprise than from pain as, simultaneously, Tatt Dad again forced his cock down my throat, again past the point of no return. Fortunately I was ready, and didn't gag, even finding a way to breath around his cock as he flexed his muscle deep inside my throat. I grunted with pleasure when I felt him flex his dick again and again, and then felt Wolf Dad pour what I assumed to be lube on my hole. I could tell the stuff was somewhat sticky, still it did a decent job in readying me to accommodate Wolf Dad's thick fingers that he was determined to push into my hole. DAMMMN! The stretching of my ass lips was a shock, but Wolf Dad was relentless. I tried to focus on deep-throating, but the finger fucking my hole was hard and rough. Then I felt something small and hard being forced into my hole, and instantly my hole was burning. I tried to pull off check-out the new assault, but Tatt Dad held me in place as Wolf Dad finger-fucked me with whenever was now deep in my hole. It burned and stung but slowly I could feel my heart start to race. My head swam and I could focus on the finger in my hole, stuffing me and stretching me, as the cock in my throat pushed its way further down my throat. I looked up and felt like things were moving in slow motion. I was now watching Tatt Dad's cock pull-out of my mouth and stab himself back-in, ball-deep. I could feel the pressure as my nose met the base of his body over and over. I moaned with him. My hips began to gyrate without control. Wolf Dad I know now had three fingers in my hole. I felt him add each one and the sensation was incredible. My hole felt for lack of a better word hungry. It was resistant to the stretching but the feeling was amazing. I felt the fingers push into me inch for inch and finally I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. His wet hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed himself in. The first sensation was a shock. My eyes went wide. I knew there was pain excruciating pain happening, but I looked up and watched Tatt Dad's head throw back again and again he thrust into my mouth. As I felt the enormous cock push into me from behind at the same time, I felt my knees and legs begin to shake, it seemed as if I was being ripped in two by the cock in my ass. The stretching sensation and pain were beyond anything I had ever dreamt. I know I was screaming, but I was pretty much deaf to the sound of my own cries. Eventually I felt two heavy large balls resting on my ass. Tatt Dad pulled out of my throat and my head and shoulders hit the floor as Wolf Dad pushed me down and I felt him flex his huge cock in my hole. He was growling as he flexed it and I felt my ass cheeks being manipulated. I swear I could hear my insides moving to accommodate him. Then Wolf Dad began to fuck me. 'OHHH! GODDD!' I screamed, as I felt the cock begin to pull out of me. Because my ass had never before experienced his girth, not surprisingly I was hugging his cock, and with each withdraw of his cock, it felt as though he was gonna pull out my insides as he pulled back. 'OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD!' I again yelled as he pumped back in, balls-deep. I felt his large hand grab my hair and pull up forcing my back to arch as I looked up to the cieling seeing a giant mirror. I watched as beer can thick dick pulled out and slammed back into me from my reflection above. My mouth was wide open. I heard my self moaning and yelling, but it was surreal watching myself getting fucked so damn good. Then the lights came on. Tatt Dad was holding a video camera recording and smiling. I looked directly into the camera yelling and moaning as my life was being fucked out of me. His mouth moved but all I could hear was the sound of my own grunting and the pounding of balls slapping my ass. "You like that cum slut," I finally heard Tatt Dad say. I looked straight at the camera, shook my head 'no', and bit my lip, then forced myself back on the cock behind me let out a loud moan 'FUCK YES!' Both Tatt Dad and Wolf Dad exploded with a "Yeaaaah!!" as I pushed myself back on the cock that was assaulting me. I grunted and fucked myself again and again as Wolf Dad began slapping my ass cheeks with firm slaps with every time I made it, balls deep. Naturally I continued fucking myself hard on Wolf Dad's incredible cock. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out completely, and rolled me over onto my back, as Tatt Dad handed him the camera. I noticed Tatt Dad's wagging dick was covered in streaks of pink and red. "I FUCKING LOVE A GOOD FRESHLY LOOSE BOY HOLE!" Tatt Dad grunted as he kicked open my legs and pushed himself into me, looking into my eyes as his dick stretched my hole again, this time deeper, rather than wider. I felt him hit a stopping point in me and I shook my head, moaning in pain, but no, but he just slammed himself in and I felt a hard 'pop' as he pounded into my second hole. My head flew back and hit the floor as my back arched upward and he began fucking my second hole with the same roughness that broke down the integrity of my first hole. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up and open, figuring doing so would open-up my ass even wider to accommodate the two fuck monsters. "YOU LIKE THAT DADDY DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Tatt Dad growled as he fucked me, to which I grunted my reply "OH, FUCK DADDY! FUCK DADDY, FUCK, OH DADDY, FUCK!" "YEAH, TAKE THAT DADDY DICK, BOY, TAKE IT! FUUUCK!" I was lost, my head swimming in the experience. Finally Tatt Dad pulled out, and I lay there shaking, as Wolf Dad climbed back on top of me, slid in, and resumed where he had left off. "YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD, YOU SLUT?" Wolf Dad exclaimed. "FUCK...YE..YESS!" I moaned in assent between his thrusts. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out and I felt streams of cum shoot over my hole and balls. He wiped his cock in his own cum load, and shoved himself back in. The camera came in close to my face and I heard Tatt Dad ask "You like that daddy cum inside you, boy?" "Yes fuck yes sir" I whimpered softly. Tatt Dad then lifted me up, and sitting on the the couch, encouraging me to sit on his cock. My hole was so hungry. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself over his cock, and leaning forward and holding onto his shoulders, I slid down on his pole in one smooth movement, gyrating my hips to maximize our pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I concentrated on milking a load out of him. After a minute or so, Tatt Dad grabbed me by the neck and pulled me against his chest, just as I felt Wolf Dad's hard cock pushing up against my hole. I screamed in protest, but they would have none of that, and were apparently prepared for my reaction, as Tatt Dad shoved a cloth on my face as I gasped in pain, and breathing in the fumes of the substance with which the cloth was soaked, my head swam and my hole relaxed, but not enough for what was coming. Wolf Dad forced his cock into me and I felt myself tearing inside. I tried to scream, but only inhaled more of the strange, dense aroma from the cloth, which made me dizzy and distracted me from the pain. At some point I realized Tatt Dad was video taping this encounter, including the culmination of the double-dicking when I felt their cum blowing inside me. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was laying on a bed which was shaking because there was someone on me. I didn't recognize the guy between my legs. He was older and bald, but not in horrible shape, but smelled like musk. I felt him push deep inside and could feel his cum shooting into me. I looked around as he climbed off me and saw a room full of guys fucking and sucking. I was in the middle of an orgy. I saw Wolf Dad walk up to me and he put his mouth between my legs as he tongued my hole, felching the fresh load that had just been deposited inside me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Then Wolf Dad climbed over me, shoved his dick in, and spat the load all over my face. Instinctively I licked and tried to swallow his spit. Wolf Dad pumped me a few times and yelled as he blew yet another load. He was apparently still good for another one. I looked to my side, and saw Tatt Dad who was seated in a chair just a few feet from the bed, and who was fucking a boy who looked vaguely familiar. As I watched, a large muscular black man climbed on top of me and shoved his dick in, balls-deep. I grunted as he fucked me. "YEAH BOY, YEAH" he muttered over and over as he shoved his cock balls deep. I was utterly stunned by the scenes of debauchery. Then I realized where I had seen the boy who was the object of Tatt Dad's attention: he was an acclaimed lacrosse player who had been on the news after having gone missing a few months earlier. I watched as Tatt Dad pulled out, jerked himself a couple of times, blowing his load all over the guy's asshole, only to shove four fingers into the guy's ass (with ease!), massaging the cum into him. The boy moaned and groaned, his muscular body buckling under the power of Tatt Dad hand's pushing into him. I returned my attention the massive black man who was fucking me. He finally shot his load deep inside my hole, making my toes curl as a long grunt escaped my lips. "You always have the fucking best men!" the black man announced as Wolf dad began to felch the load out of my hole again. He walked over to the lacrosse player and shoved his still dick, which was still fully erect, inside the guy's ass. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot how good this one is. Can you add one more to my tab?" "Go for it" Tatt Dad replied, as Wolf Dad pushed back into me, his girth stretching my ass anew. I groaned in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he murmured softly and gruffly in my ear. As he kissed me he snowballed into my mouth some of the cum he'd taken from my hole. Of course I eagerly drank it. "You think you still want some more boy?" he asked. I nodded, let my head fall back, and as he sucked on my body and continued to fuck me, I thought 'Oh man, fuck me....'

Poor tranny trixie is dressed like a slut in a black pvc corset, thigh boots, stockings, gloves with a collar and leash. Blindfolded the bitch is led into the cheering crowd of nasty poz barstard's to be their cum dump for the night. Cuffed by the wrists and ankles over a whipping horse bench the gang bang commences. Each poz cock stud pounds the tranny meat till they bust a nut deep inside leaving a mark on the back to keep count of the loads dumped inside. Hours later they lift the bitches head up and tell the slut the bug spunk count they have filled the sissies hole with. Then they release the tranny slut from the cuffs and leave. While their sperm drips out of the tranny hole as some much is swimming deep inside. The bitch started as a willing neg but after the no mercy gangbang is now poz and used. Maybe I should make this real if I can x

CHAPTER 10: “ahhhhhhhhhh… ahhh… ……. oh fuck………. oh fuck………. oh fuck………..”, “FUCK YES! FUCKING BREED ME!”, there’s much heavy breathing and we’re both moaning like crazy as Mike’s raw cock scratches my most urgent itch. “I want it … oh fuck … yeah, I want it … fucking load me up Mike, fucking poz my hole!”, I’m practically yelling at Mike as he pounds my ass; our sex is usually loud and verbal. I just feel I need him to know how much I want him and how much I want his cum inside me; I also know how much hot verbal gets him off. “Fuck babe… fuck yea… gonna fucking load you up”, “Fuck yea … “, the breathing is heavy and our words are labored, erotic and filthy. Between breathes and expletives Mike kisses me. I’m in my favorite position for being bred, on my back, legs up, ass vulnerable. When Mike and Chris fuck me lately its everything I can do to tell them how much I want this and how much I want to convert. I can hardly believe I’m saying the words considering how afraid I’ve been in the past. But, now I’m full on bug chasing, and I intend to test positive from one of their loads if I haven’t already. “My poz cock’s so hard … Gonna fucking knock you up Kev … Gonna fucking poz that hole, gonna fucking breed you”, he says to me in his usual determined tone. I know the home test says I’m neg, but I also know I can already be HIV+ and the home test just isn’t sensitive enough to pick it up yet. “OHHHH Mike … oh fuck, … If I’m not already, I’m gonna be soon”, I think. “FUCKING DO IT MIKE! FUCK!”, I groan again as he long dicks me and the head of that perfect poz dick stabs away at the walls of my ass. I can feel every part of his raw dick, every vein, every inch. “I want that poz load … I wa… “, but he pulls his cock all the way out of me, interrupting me. Mike gives his cock a few quick strokes, “Yeah you’re a twisted fuck like me, aren’t you? … You’re gonna get it babe. You’re gonna end up an HIV+ bareback pig slut just like me. You like that idea don’t you?”, I love it when he’s verbal and aggressive, he doesn’t wait for me to respond, “That it huh? That’s what gets you off?”. He continues stroking himself, getting closer and closer. I didn’t need to think about it though, I only need the heat of his body and the raw sex to answer for me, “Fucking poz me Mike! Fucking tag this hole … knock it up!”. I can smell the sweat in Mike’s armpits and the beads from his forehead are dripping on to me. His breathing is so heavy that his words are mostly groans. “Open up”, he says with a groan, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh……… fuck…. Fuck………. You want this? OPEN UP!“, he demands. Mike groans loudly, and then collapses on top of me, and almost immediately I feel the warm flow of his cum squirting into me, as it pulses and throbs deep inside my asshole. “Ahhhh, fuuuuck, babe; thats so hot!", he says, breathless. I seize the moment and squeeze down with my ass trying to milk the last drops of Mike’s toxic load as he lifts his head to look at me. One final kiss, followed by a, “Love you babe … but gotta finish up and get out of here”, and Mike pulls out, leaving my hole feeling empty. I find a butt plug and work it in to keep his poz load inside me. I take Mike to the airport for his business trip, two weeks without him will suck. Chris and I will finally have some private time though, and as much as I love Mike, I think Chris and I both are needing some sex together with just us. On the way back the phone buzzes, and its Chris, I mouth the words, “Speak of the other devil” and look at the message: Chris: “Sup” Me: “Dropping Mike off” Chris: “Cool. Headed your way, horned af” Me: “MMMMMMM” Chris: “Be wearing your little present for me” I shouldn’t text and drive, by now, Chris knows what I want and need. I hope he’s there when I get back. As soon as I walk in the door the clothes come off – I hate them – I love being naked almost as much as I love being bred. I’m naked in the house most of the time now anyways. I put my cock cage on, per Chris’ direction, and suddenly I’m very aware of my equipment. I hear his car, then foot steps, then the key. I greet Chris at the door, “Hey sexy man”, and I kiss him passionately, “Hey you”, kissing me back. “Got you all to myself now huh?”, he asks with a little hint of darkness in his voice. I nod. He looks down and notices me wearing my cock cage, he smiles, “Key?”, he asks bluntly. I knew he’d want it, so I have it with me, I press it into his hand. “Good boy … you’re gonna be in this all week … turn around”, kissing me again, “Gotta couple of surprises for you”, he says. Chris is being coy, and a little dramatic … its almost maniacal on his part. I honestly have no idea what he’s means by “surprises”, but I’m good at taking direction, and I turn around presenting my ass to him. Chris feels me up, “I’m so fucking horny … been wanting this hole all fucking day”, I moan feeling his hands on my ass. Chris drops to his knees, and just like clockwork, I feel the scruff of his facial hair and then his tongue on my ass. “Bet he’s searching for Mike’s load”, I think, but all that comes out of my mouth is a soft, intense moan. Chris grabs my cheeks, kissing and biting each one before pulling me in closer to his face. His tongue laps at the folds of my ass lips with long, erotic strokes. "Oh fuck Chris … feels so fucking good", I moan as he’s digging his tongue deeper into me. I can feel his nose run over my hole over and over as he runs his face and tongue up and down the crack. Getting my hole ate is one of the most intense, erotic things I can ever imagine – I love it – I crave it. I can never get enough. Chris continues eating my ass like a starving man, I moan and unconsciously find myself pushing my ass back into his face, literally trying to fuck myself on his tongue. "FUCK! That ass is so good, I can eat this pussy all night", he doesn’t realize I might just take him up on that. I reach back, spreading my cheeks for him, begging him to go deeper. “That Mike’s load?!”, he barks. I know Chris loves felching and I’m doing what I can to help give him a taste of Mike’s cum. Chris’ spit is going all over my ass and I know he’s not only trying to get at Mike’s load, but he’s also prepping me for what comes next. For the next five minutes, Chris goes to town on my ass. After plunging his tongue into me again and again, he starts to move outward. Licking the skin of my cheeks and sucking on my taint. When he gets as far as my balls, he pauses to huff my nut stink before diving back down on my hole. “Ahhhhhh… . ahhhhh… “, through this intense torment, I’m moaning, and I can feel my dick trying to breach the cock cage without any luck. My eyes are closed and I’m lost to what his face is doing to my ass – its pretty clear I love it when Chris eats my ass. Mike also eats my hole, but its nothing like when Chris does it. Suddenly Chris stands up, hovering over my backside, holding me close. I can feel his rock hard cock, I’ve awaken the weapon, and now its letting me know that its loaded and ready to fire. Chris guides me to the back of the arm chair pressing his cock against me. Pressed against me, he just holds me there for a moment, letting me know who is in control. “Fuck me”, I beg him, feeling his precum leaking out onto my body. Chris moves his cock up and down in the crack of my ass coating it with toxic precum and teasing me all at the same time. Chris likes doing this, he likes showing how he’s the top and you’re the bottom. I’m just a hole to him, and he’s about to inject a big load of HIV+ cum into it. When Chris fucks I know his intent is to convert the guy he’s breeding. "I want you to ride me", Chris moves around to the front of the arm chair and sits down, "Just come up here and sit on it". With Chris moving to the chair I’m nearly sex starved without his touch, my mouth is hanging open as I crawl up onto the arm-chair, it creaking slightly underneath the weight of our bodies. I let Chris line up his cock with my hole before lowering myself. “Fuuuuuuck”, a moan escapes me, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been craving his poz dick. I do my best to stay focused on the dick in my ass, not the pain in my thighs from our position. Part of me worries that I’ll slip and impale myself painfully on his cock. I know my ass is well used, and pre-lubed with Mike’s load, but not so well that Chris’ big prick can go balls deep all in one shot. With guidance I finally reach the base and nestle my ass into his groin. My cock is straining against the cock cage, it stings, and I know its no joke that Chris intends to keep me locked down all week. Chris groans loudly, "Kev …, fuck babe, I need you to ride this dick, not just sit there. You want some more poz seed? You better fucking work for it". Not needing to be told twice, I start bouncing up and down on Chris’ cock. I quickly realize that I’ve got nothing to get leverage on, so I grab Chris’ shoulders, using his body to lift myself up and down, impaling myself. We kiss, “Fuck”, I moan again, as I thinks about Chris being both a boyfriend to me and a lover. I can’t focus, each time Chris’ cock thrusts into me, its like fireworks, it makes it so hard for me to concentrate on anything. The hot, wet kisses continue as he fucks me. I can tell the movement and the sensations of my ass are working Chris over and making him more than a little crazy. Chris brings his hands up along my torso and he rubs my back, then he moves his fingers over my ribs and starts to pull and tug on my nipples. “Fuck! … oh fuck!”, escapes my mouth, both from the tit play and the girth of his poz dick in my hole. Chris grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his face again, his spit and tongue invading my mouth as we start a longer, sloppier make-out session. Our tongues wrestle as they lick and kiss each other's open mouths, lips, and cheeks. After about a minute, Chris breaks away from me and leans back into the chair, letting me full on ride him. He starts moaning, almost like he’s in a trance. "Oh fuck, that's so good", he says, "Oh yeah babe… that's good … So fucking good", he repeats over and over. I know Chris’ body, and I know the onset of his orgasm, and I know my ass is about to take a second load of unmedicated poz cum for the day. Chris grabs onto my hips and starts to really fuck me. He pulls his dick out five or six inches and then plunges it back inside. We’re both sweating, the pace is quickened, and Chris starts to grunt. "Ohhhh fuck … oh fuckk… Here it comes. Another dirty …. AHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHHH… FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!", Chris groans loudly into my body, holding me tightly. The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocks me and I can't help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that taper off into a moan. I watch Chris' face as he starts to blow his load. His lips are slightly open and his facial expressions change as the blast wave of pleasure hits him. I always try to imagine Chris' poz dick swelling up deep in my gut and then the ropes of his load spewing from the flared head when he orgasms. I can hardly take it, its sensory overload, and I start bucking up and down, doing my best to get every drop. Chris leans up and kisses me again, both of us moaning our assent of the rough, sweaty sex that just took place. We both know he just pumped another load of poz cum into me. “That’s so hot baby… your ass just took a big fucking load”, “I know … I felt it”, I can bare speak between breathes. I climb off of the chair, sitting on the couch, and we both relax and enjoy Chris’ orgasm for a few more minutes. “Let’s take a shower babe”, he says popping up off the chair. I follow him into the bathroom and get the warm water going. The shower in my house is a glass cube and its got room for all of us. It strikes that Mike and I have sex in the shower all the time but I’ve almost never done this with Chris, “That needs to change”, I think. I open the glass door to the shower to lead him in, “We need to fuck in here, too”, "I can handle that any day of the week!”, he follows me in, “Right now though I need to piss" he says. I know what I want and I move the shower head back so its not hitting us so directly. I immediately sink down to my knees in the shower stall. "Don't waste that", I say with a sinister tone in to voice. He looks at me and his eyebrows shoot up, then he’s got the biggest grin on his face. He moves to face me, pointing his cock squarely at my chest. His piss splashes out, in a burst onto me, and he guides the stream down to my crotch, then to my hips. As the stream jets out Chris moves his cock methodically back up to my chest, hitting each of my nipples with his piss bath. The titillation is too much for me and I lean forward, gobbling the tip of his pissing cock into my mouth and do my best to guzzle it all down – fresh from the tap. "Oh fuck baby ... oh fuck yea ... oh yea, swallow that piss ... oh fuck ... yea, drink down that man piss like a good pig." I look up to his eyes and he’s watching me intently as I drink him down. "Yea babe, been wanting to share piss with you all day and this is just what I need, watching you drink it all down. FUCK this is too HOT!" I swallow as fast as I can, but he’s not holding anything back and some of his piss overflows my mouth, coating my chest and crotch. I gulp and gulp his hot piss, trying to groan around the head of his dick as I realize how much my dick is throbbing in the cock cage, being contained from the excitement of the piggish thing I’m doing right now. Finally, I can tell his piss flow is slowing down, and then he does exactly what I long for, he pulls his cock from my mouth with his hand and shakes the remaining drops right onto my face. I stand up, moving the streaming water back onto us, and Chris kisses me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and touching we actually wash our bodies and get cleaned up before leaving the shower and heading back into the living room. With our towels in hand we plop down naked on the couch. Chris proceeds to tell me about his “surprises”. He tells me that later this week he and I will visit a doctor friend of his, and I will get properly tested for HIV. “I think its time we find out if you’re poz babe … “, I nod, then he drops the other shoe, “I want to know if you’ve got my strain, Mike’s strain or someone else’s”, he says, “Sounding a little hopeful that its his”, I think. How does he know what Mike’s strain is, “How do you … “, “I took Mike three weeks ago … he doesn’t have my strain”. “How…”, “They can test if it’s the same … plus my strain is partially med-resistant. I’m resistant to both of the medications in Truvada, Mike’s isn’t”. I nod again, the reality of all this “reality” is hitting me a bit cold; I feel myself go a bit pale. Chris can tell the information is a bit much and pulls me close, “Don’t worry babe … this is all part of everything about being poz … and we both know you’re probably going to test positive”. I nod again, Chris’ hands on my body make me feel loved and more comfortable with his words. “I know … I know … “, I say trying to sound more comfortable. Then I grin devilishly at Chris and whisper, “I hope its yours”, he smiles, kissing me, “Me too”. Then it occurs to me, “That your only surprise? I thought you said ‘surprises’”. “There’s more”, he says. I look at his eyes, like a puppy, awaiting explanation. “There’s this boy … “, he starts, I nod thinking, “There always is”. “He’s 18 … maybe 19 now, he’s on Prep and always teasing me on Grindr about how he’s ok taking poz dick and that we need to hook up and so on… and on and on”, he continues. I nod, but he pauses, my mouth must be hanging open. Just as I’m about to ask him, “He’s doesn’t know I’m resistant to Truvada and he’s coming over here with me this weekend.” It occurs to me, “He must think he’s safe on Prep”, then Chris continues, “You and I are going to fuck and breed him and try to … ”, but I finish his sentence, “Poz him”. We both stop, then, “Oh fuck that’s hot”, softly escapes my lips.

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

It has been about ten years since I graduated from college and I guess that's why this encounter entered my mind recently. I used to jerk off to the memory of it for awhile, but thankfully my lust for barebacking and cummy adventures has filled my brain with lots of spankable material. Still, when I think back to this occasion, I still get pretty hard. I was a Resident Assistant for two years in college and I loved it because not only am I social person, but also because I got to have my own room and bathroom. It was the perfect situation for me as at that time I was a 'straight' college student at a big southern state school - a way to get to know a bunch of people but still get my own privacy when I needed it. Of course I principally needed a private room so I could jerk off. If I needed to fuck and dump a load in a nice ass, I went online and found a bottom somewhere in the vicinity who needed to be bred and who could also host. I don't exactly know when I became a barebacker, although looking back I suppose the attraction stemmed from my first anal experience. I frequently went to an adult book store to get head through a glory hole. I had discovered the ABS in my freshman year. It was far from campus so I wasn't all that concerned about running into anyone I knew from school, and as I was usually successful in getting a blowjob, I began to visit the place regularly. In any event, on the occasion of which I'm thinking, I was in a booth at the ABS and was receiving a particularly good blowjob through the glory hole. I was approaching orgasm when the mouth pulled away. Somewhat surprised, I withdrew my cock from the hole, and crouched down, peered into the hole, whereupon I heard the guy on the other side say "unlock your door." I did and within seconds the cocksucker stepped into my cubicle with me. He was a small framed Latino. His body and ass were quite furry, which I found a major fucking turn-on. He gestured that I should take a seat in the chair, my pants and underwear around my ankles. When I was in position he sat on my raw hard cock until I was balls deep inside him as he stared into my eyes. He rode me until I felt my orgasm build and suddenly burst inside him. I plainly saw how his eyes got wide and glazed over with satisfaction and animal-like lust. I was hooked: I was a top who bred bottoms. And believe me, every bottom I encountered craved my thick raw cock, especially 'cause my cock head always swelled to generous proportions just as I shot my large load deep in the bottom's guts. I also think the curve of my cock must have played the bottom's prostate like a fiddle. I quickly discovered I had only to fuck a bottom once before he would be addicted to my thick curve and he would beg for my cock. Yeah, once I entered a guy, his ass would belong to me. One particular college night, I was especially horny and needed a good bottom in whom to unload. I went online to Craigslist and found a 40 year old bottom who was, in the words of his posting, "looking to take as much college dick and cum as I can." I sent him a pic of my cock and my stats and waited. Within a few minutes he sent me his hotel and his room number with some pics. I checked out his pics; nice lean, masculine frame, salt'n'pepper hair, moderately hairy with a relatively hairless ass with a very furry crack. He said he'd meet me naked on all fours with the door propped open and that he might find another top to join. I got ready and headed his way. I arrived at the hotel and found the door ajar. I went inside and immediately could smell the familiar scent of masculine sweat, lube, and cum. This hole had been used. "Got a cummy ass for me?" I asked as I loudly undid my belt buckle (bottoms love that part...always see them either excitedly re-position like a puppy who knows it's getting a their bodies tremble and their asshole winks. Either one gets my dick hard) "Got two loads so far...you college boys are hungry." I had finished undressing, leaving on only my backward hat with my school's logo proudly displayed, and placed my large hand on his ass. He shook with pleasure. "Suck my cock and get it ready for your cummy pussy," I ordered. He moaned and dove for my cock. The moment it passed through his lips and he began to feel the girth and the length, he let out a animal-like grunt and instinctively arched his back to raise his furry-cracked bubble ass higher. I could see the glistening wetness on his slightly-open hole in the dim light of the hotel room as he continued to feast on my cock, moaning and grunting like a good little fuck pig. This pig needed more seed. The pigs cell phone on the bed next to him began to ring. He pulled off my cock "Sorry, sir, it's the other college guy top who's going to breed me with you--if you don't mind, sir." "Answer the phone so you can get back on my cock, pig." He answered the phone and it was clear the kid was asking for directions and this guy didn't know the city. He looked at me "Can you help him find this place?" I took the phone in one hand and grabbed the back of the pigs head with my other and guided his mouth back to my cock. I spoke into the phone. "Hey, I've got this pig hungrily slurping on my cock but his cummy butt needs more cock in it. Where are you so we can get you in one of these holes and make this pig a happy cumdump?" The voice on the phone hesitated at first, but when he spoke it was clear he was horny as fuck. "I just need to figure out how to get there from where I'm at--I'm new this semester." "I've got your welcome present here--don't forget the balls, pig--if you want a big load you better worship those balls, too. Okay, so where are you?" I talked with the other top about where he was and quickly directed him to where he was going. He was only five minutes away. "The door is still ajar, come in and shut it and get undressed before you fully enter the room. I want you ready to take over this mouth the second you walk in, because I need to reward this bitch for slurping on my cock so much by driving this thick curve deep in that wet hole." "You got it, man. Sounds so hot." I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. The pig kept slurping on my cock as he held up a bottle of poppers. I took a huge hit and let the warmth and hunger wash over me as the cumdump took a few hits and hungrily returned to slobbering on my thick cock, savoring the precum and moaning like a fucking bitch. I heard the door open and heard the new college top fumbling with his clothes. He was a bit nervous, which wasn't all that surprising. I was prepared to take charge and get him where he needed to go, and honestly, I was sure once the college top felt the cock sucker's mouth he would be hooked. At that moment the college top entered. Glancing up I realized I knew him. He had recently moved to my floor, and I had casually spoken to him a couple of times. He was a quiet kid who mostly stayed to himself. A musician, if I remembered correctly. I remember thinking when I met him, that I thought he was cute, but I hadn't obsessed over him, after all, I was outwardly straight. But here we both were, both naked, in a hotel room, both of us were completely hard (and I noticed, his cock was also quite impressive. Once he recognized me, he was also clearly completely mortified and seemed a bit bit frozen, unsure of how to handle the situation. So I took charge. "Pig, you've had enough of my cock - at least for now. If you want my cock in that ass, go show our friend here how hungry you are for cock." The cumdump immediately got off the bed where he had been on all fours sucking my cock and rushed in front of my resident. Without hesitating, he dove onto the other guy's cock, loudly moaning and slurping like a slut. I watched as the panic melted away to pleasure and I walked over to the guys and presented a bottle of poppers under my resident's nose. He took a deep hit in both nostrils and immediately I saw it in his eyes--the hungry glazed look of a barebacker. He was ready. "On the bed on all fours, cumdump," I ordered. The 40 year old man quickly complied, making sure his back was arched to make his ass and mouth more appealing to the two college tops he was pleasuring. I looked at my resident asking "You want mouth or ass?" He smiled, "I want ass. I know I'll cum if I watch you fuck him and I want to breed him, especially if he's got some loads in him already." I climbed on the bed and got comfortable and the bottom immediately got to work sucking my cock. He was so excited knowing he was about to get fucked. My resident hesitated a second "Is there lube?" "He's got two loads in his ass. Just eat him out a bit to get him wet and push it in." I watched as my resident got between the bottom's legs, spread his ass cheeks, and went to town eating that cummy hole. The excessive moaning and flourishes he used on my cock made it clear he was quite happy, and was properly thanking me for arranging double fuck session. My resident, meanwhile, unquestionably loved eating cummy ass. I took some satisfaction in thinking I would have fun with the quiet musician who lived down the hall. Yeah, I was going to have fun with this boy. "Now fuck him. I'd say the bitch has earned a few more loads." I love being able to see the face of both bottom and the top when a top first slides his cock into a cummy-holed slut. The ecstasy and hunger the resident and cumdump were experiencing was abundantly tangible, so I took a large hit of poppers and begin to face fuck the bottom. He loved every second of the spit-roasting, and from the grunts coming from the top, I suspected he would barely last five minutes, so I paused in face-fucking the bottom so he can really enjoy my cock on his terms. I'd like to think each tongue-flick and oral massage of my cock was his way of thanking me. While he was enjoying the resident's cock, he knew he belonged to me. The cumdump could tell, even before I penetrated his hole, that my cock was special. He was a true cumdump. I looked up as the resident was practically howling, knowing he was about to cum. I withdrew from the cumdump's mouth, walked around the bed so I was directly behind the resident, allowing my hard cock head to rest against his ass cheek as I leaned in close behind him and quietly ordered the resident to "Load him. Load up the cumdump. I'm going to fuck him and I want your load deep in his guts while I'm filling him up. Give him your warm, thick load." I also ordered the cumdump to "Beg for that load, bitch. Tell him that you want it." And beg he did. The 40 year old begged and pleaded for that load like a true cumdump. The resident, meanwhile, was about to go over the edge, so I took the bottom about his waist and pulled him back so that the resident was completely balls-deep. Then, at just the right moment, I grunted in the resident's ear "Shoot that load." I could feel his body spasm as he came, wave after wave of orgasm hitting him as the cumdump moaned and thanked him over and over again. When he was done cumming, the resident pulled out with a wet "plop" and collapsed on his back on the bed next to the cumdump. I immediately grabbed the cumdump by the waist with both hands and spit on my cockhead. Placing my cock at the entrance to his wet, hot, cummy hole, I slid my entire eight inch shaft deep into his guts. The noise the cumdump made was unlike any I'd heard him: it was a deep, guttural groan that seemed to escape from deep in his gut. He was truly a bitch in heat. I took my time enjoying the cummy wetness of his warm guts as I pounded his ass, using every stroke to caress and massage the hole so that it began to naturally form to the shape of my cock. As I owned his ass, the cumdump eventually coaxed the resident to scoot up on the bed so he could suck his semi-hard cock while in the daze of the poppers and the pleasure of my cock filling his cummy hole. I felt my orgasm building as I watched the resident's cock growing harder in the cumdump's mouth and watching as the cumdump hungrily started really working for a load in his mouth, sensing another load would soon be deposited in his ass. He pushed back and met each thrust while giving focused attention to the cock in his mouth. As I said, he was a true cumdump, and most definitely was earning his cummy rewards. I unloaded in his ass moments before the resident unloaded in his mouth and felt the cumdump's body shivering as he felt my cockhead swell and release a giant load into his guts. His ass was filled to the brim with cum, and as the resident began to flood his mouth the cumdump laughed around the dick as he moaned and savored each drop. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out slowly and felt the cum following my dick. When my cockhead popped out of the cumdump's well used asshole, a splatter of cum came out and landed on the hotel bedspread. In a flash, the resident dove on the cummy hole, licking and slurping up the cum and ass juices leaking out. "Push some of it back in" the bottom begged. "Please give me the seed." Scooping up some of the cum on my cock head, I slid my dick, which was still quite hard, back into his cummy ass. The resident kept his face right there by the hole, watching and breathing on my cock as if to make sure each drop of cum remained in the cumdump's hole. The bottom, for his part, clamped down on my cock when I withdrew, ensuring the multiple loads he had taken would not be lost. The resident immediately took my cummy cock in his mouth and cleaned it off. I smiled in satisfaction as he enjoyed servicing my cock for a few moments before I withdrew from his mouth. "Come on, we've got to go. I'm sure this cumdump has more tops on the way." "Just a couple," the bottom answered. I noticed his cummy asshole seemed to wink in agreement. The resident and I quickly dressed, so we were ready to leave at the same time. Just before I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder at the cumdump and said "Thanks, cumpdump, you did a good job." With that, resident and I walked out. He didn't say anything until we were in the elevator. "Will this change anything at the dorms? Cuz I'm not really out," he asked with a hesitant voice. "Hey, nothing's going to change," I replied with a reassuring smile, "except that you're going to suck a load out of my cummy dick when we get back to the dorms." From his smile, I had the feeling he had decided a little change wasn't such a bad thing. This is my first story on here. Let me know if you guys enjoyed and I should keep writing...I have PLENTY of other great stories up my sleeves (or up someone's ass)

Hi I’m Tom and I have been working with Jerry for 6 years now. Most people don’t pay much attention to me as at 5ft.5 100lbs.most think I’m some boy in high school. Jerry who I work for is in his late 40s and retired from the military and what he did there he keeps very quite. Jerry can bug anyone computer , phone and install caners in any place without you knowing. He knows about every drug there is and how to use it to immobilized a person and to break their free will. I have seen his do this many times and did me. At 22 now he has been teaching me all he knows and including me in his business. Jerry has a very large group of clients who want boys for many different activities, some are for escort work, personal slaves, boys to be pimp out and even a very few who we put them on Hormone Replacement Therapy. Jerry always spends a lot of time looking for the right boy to get for his customer. Right now we are looking at this one boy that Jerry wants to keep and has gone to great lengths to get all the Intel on him and from what I have seen I agree he is a keeper. Jerry has briefed me on what to do for many hours on how this will be done and today is the day. We will call him Nick, is 5ft. 9 skinny maybe 140 lb. blond hair dark doe eyes , that turn me on he. Nick has no real friends always walks home alone from school and stops off for a soda and something to eat before going home. The place is crowed and Nick is sitting by him self like always, as I go up to Nick I ask if I can sit with him , we do a little small talk and the Intel Jerry gave me is spot on, Nick is not bright as he is failing in every class he takes and his father will beat the crap out of him again. He wish he did not have to ever go home. When there is a disturbance I make my move when he looks away I squirt this chemical into Nick drink that will go to work in 25 minutes as his walk home takes 30 minutes and Nicks always leaves at the same time. Just like Jerry said he leaves in 10 minutes as Nick leaves I get into the van with Jerry, Jerry ask how did it go so we go close where we will take him. I can see him walking up the block and the area is perfect with no one around. I can see Nick is starting to have problems walking so I jump out of the van and go up to him and he says to me he is not feeling well. I tell him to get in the van and he just walk over to it witch makes my job easy. Once in the van Jerry gets moving fast as we have 3 hour trip back home where we will change this boy life for ever. In the van I have to work fast and this drug Nick won’t last to much longer and we have to keep Nick quite for the ride home. First goes on the electric dog collar to control him , then I break out the syringe of a drug to put Nick to sleep, as I have given this drug to many I know Nick will be easy to handle for the trip.

I have never made it secret that I'm a big ol' perv. Well...I actually make it a secret in my daily life; working and making polite chat with people. I look and act normal. But get a few drinks in me (or pills or a joint), and I start blabbing about my twisted side. I've had a dirty mind for as long as I can remember. Also gay. When the Jeffrey Dahmer story broke. I was horrified and sickened like everyone else, but I sort of knew the kind of desperation he must have felt. That kind of desperate sexual need that would lead someone to make horrible, horrible decisions. I made a horrible decision in 2003. I frequented a tiny, hole-the-wall tavern that was right next to my house, I went there because they didn't blast terrible dance music and there was no attitude, At all. After three or four visits, I knew most of the regulars. The one guy who ruled the bar was an older fat gentlemen who everybody called "The Doctor". He wasn't really a doctor or even a a professional of any kind as far as I could tell, but he he was a free talker and somebody I loved sitting next too. He was full of stories and jokes and just had a magnetic presence. He was also very curious about people, and asked a lot of questions. "Yo, James. Why are you always coming to this dump alone and not out getting laid?" He was five or six drinks deep at that point -- and I was a little out of it myself. My doctor had given me some anti-anxiety pills that I was instructed not to mix with alcohol. I did not listen. Maybe he was afraid his question offended me because he bought us both a few shots which I downed immediately. He acted impressed -- because most people don't know that only the amateurs showed off. I was drunk. I leaned my head on his shoulder and told him how unhappy I was. I was a walking, talking nice guy who was overburdened with perversion. I had things to say, but nobody to say them to. "Say them to The Doctor, baby boy. I'll bill you later". I skipped the sob story confessions, and just came right out and asked him if he knew any rapists. "HELL!!!" He spun me around on my stool to face me. "Rape? Like not pretend rough shit, but actual rape??" I nodded. He rapped his knuckles against my head and told me I was too messed-up for him to treat, I was too far gone -- which I already knew. He ordered one more round of shots, but I didn't down it right away. I was dizzy and was fine just looking at it. The Doctor pulled out his old wallet and fished a bunch of cards out. He found one that he wouldn't show me yet. "I know a man you are needing, but he's very bad news. He has a criminal record, a drug habit and is very poz." "Yeah?" "And I don't know if he is into any sex that doesn't involve money." "Oh. I've got money". I finished whatever shots were still on the table as Doc mumbled into his cell phone. The call didn't last long. "He's on his way, but not coming inside here." "Why?" "How many rapes happen in public places? THINK, kid!" "What do I do?" "Well, first off -- he wants fifty dollars. Leave it your left back packet. I already told him what you look like and what you were wearing. Don't go right to your car...walk around the block one time. Go North." We had more shot and I kissed him on the cheek.. Then left. The night air felt nice. Which way was North? Oh, OK. I wobbled that direction and passed under the lights of a folk art gallery and a place that sold mystical crystals or something. Then it got darker. I rounded the corner and saw a few more lights from other stores. Strange how I forgot everything I was in store for. It was like I was on a regular midnight stroll and WHAM! I was knocked to my knees out of nowhere. Maybe I broke a kneecap? Didn't that WHAM!!! I was flat on my back and seeing colors as my thin body was being drug into the shadows. My rapist was here. My head hurt so bad, but this was a commitment. I got a glimpse of him - he was looking like a felon. Drag files here to attach, or choose files... Accepted file types pdf, jpg, jpeg, gif, png Insert other media A fatally sick felon. He didn't look mean, just determined. He pulled my jeans down...along with my boxers. I was suddenly face down in the concrete as he plopped on top of me. All of my previous rape fantasies had involved a plush bed and a hot-tempered Italian man. This wasn't that. His medium-sized worm dick forced it's way between my cheeks and found my hole. This was the rape I'd wanted, asked for, paid for. He was doing his job. And then SHIT! It hurt as he worked it inside me. I was not ready for rape, for sure. The pain didn't subside much as he started pumping. It was a job to him and he probably wanted to get it over with as much as I did. Then it started to feel better. I wanted him to thrust deeper, but he was finishing up. "Here it comes!!!" He stopped moving. He fished the money out of my back pocket, got himself together and took off into the darkness. As I put myself together and limped toward my car, I remembered what Doc ha said about him being "very poz".

PART 1 I just don't understand why it happens to me. Here it is 1985, and I just got dumped for the third time. I'm 27 years old, stand 6 feet tall, weigh 164 pounds, have good muscles, blue eyes, short brown hair matched with full beard and moustache, soft 7 inch cut dick, and am all-over tan. I'm a bit quiet which makes me seem snobbish to some but really I'm just shy or reserved as some tell me. I have an excellent job at which I excel though that may seem to be a bit of a braggart. I just do not understand what it is that triggers these break ups for me. But, they have happened, and I will once more pick up the pieces of my shredded heart, keep dry eyed, and keep the pain to myself. Well, now you know about it; but, that's it for public knowledge. So, now what do I do to pick up the pieces? I'm really not all that much of a bar patron; that is to say I don't feel compelled to go to any. I enjoy going occasionally. I do like travelling and seeing new places and meeting people despite my shyness. I guess I'm just really dull when it comes down to being involved in life. But, I need to change all of that; maybe that's the issue I need to confront. A co-worker, Seth, a couple of weeks later was in my office discussing a client's situation. We finished our approach to take with them and then Seth stayed on to relay how he and his partner had enjoyed a recent trip to Chicago. He told me all about the museums, parks, lake shore, Navy Pier, Chicago River, Sears Tower, and places to shop for days. Then, at the end, in an almost conspiratorial whisper, he told me about the two of them visiting a bath house and what all they saw. I couldn't help but notice how excited his voice had become as well as animated about the trip and especially about their foray at the bath house. What he began with in hushed but excited tones became flustered non-committal bursts of nonsensical words that told me nothing but gave me every indication that something had happened that he no longer felt comfortable in sharing with me. Well, tell me my interest wasn't piqued. I sat in my office working the rest of the day but kept returning to Seth's description of his trip. At the end of the day, I left work as usual but on my way home stopped off at a small library branch and researched Chicago. I made a list of some interesting places to visit and took the list home with me. I kept looking at the list during the night and the more I looked the more it sounded like fun. The only issue was I just couldn't remember what the name of the bath house had been that Seth had mentioned. My mind kept trying to recall the name; it was on the tip of my tongue. Ach! Man's Country. How could I not remember that name? Duh! I called my AAA contact the next day and gave a tentative itinerary. I told Paul that I wanted information for air fare, hotel, and car rental for Chicago and let him go to town to do his magic. He didn't disappoint me as he called back shortly before I was to leave work. I got my hotel and air fare confirmed but he suggested that I should ride Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) while in Chicago as it would take me virtually anywhere I would want to go, they were reliable, and I wouldn't have to deal with traffic and parking. He talked at length from experience and finally convinced me. I'd ride the train, subway, and busses when in Chicago and learn to like it. (I actually learned to love it.) My vacation time was approved for Friday and Monday. I flew to Chicago and with some doing got headed out on the right bus with my new CTA pass to my hotel destination (City Suites). I arrived at my room finding it a bit dated but still it was clean. (I had elicited more information from Paul and Seth about where to stay.) I did up my plumbing job and walked out to find something to eat. I walked a lot that night having received some help from the desk clerk on where to go. It was indeed an interesting introduction. But, I'd had a day of it. I went back to my room, turned on the television, stripped, crawled into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Finally the moment I've been waiting for, the day I was to be initiated into the poz brotherhood had arrived. My initiator was tall and skinny black man with the wasted look and a magnificent ten inch cock. Staring deep into my eyes he commanded "Get on your hands and knees. You're getting my AIDS babies." I assumed the doggie position and his lightly lubed cock pressed up against my anus, initially causing me extreme pain, but once he was balls-deep, the pain quickly switched to extreme pleasure, particularly when his thrusts vigorously stimulated my prostate with his over-sized cock head. Man, I was in ecstasy having his bbc up my white ass, so I found myself moaning and begging him for more, which only made him fuck me ever harder. I was utterly proud of myself as I felt I had reached my goal of being the cumslut I had long dreamed of being. When he precipitously asked "Do you want my AIDS babies?" my reply was spot on: "Give 'em to me." Silence reigned for several minutes as he fucked away, and the silence was broken only when he announced "I'm ready to cum," adding "Do you still want my AIDS babies?" "Uhhh uh uh more, more, more," was all I could manage as he blew his thick load of poz cum deep inside my ass. As he collapsed on my back, his breath ragged and sweat pooling on my body, he casually commented "I can virtually guarantee you will convert, if only 'cause my viral load is 4,000,000. I knew then that I was on my way to full blown AIDS.

I always enjoy heading to the gulch and taking loads in the booth. I strip down to my jock, and wait for guys to enter and bend me over. Anyone else frequent the gulch?

1995 Ever find yourself needing a quiet place to go where you can just think? I do...and my favorite places are empty construction sites, abandoned buildings and deserted industrial parks. I just like to sit or stroll and work stuff out. Places like this fuel story ideas that I use in my artwork and writing. Eventually, one of these places get too familiar so I have to go seek out new ones. I found a new one recently. It was an abandoned business area that also seemed to in the process of demolition and rebuilding/remodeling. It was a huge, nonsensical mess of concrete slabs. They were each about 7' x 9'. Some were standing upright and some were horizontal. The arrangement seemed fairly random and my guess is that it was going to be a parking garage. I'd visited enough construction sites to pick up a few things. I wandered through it all like I was in a maze or something. It was nice weather, very quiet and boring enough to give my brain a chance to go through all the thoughts I'd collected that day. I was 26, living like a monk and only successful enough in my chosen career to avoid homelessness. I thought about moving. I thought about getting my car's oil changed and my credit score. After I'd sifted through all of that, I concentrated on a story idea I'd had. It was about twin girls who were in the middle of a field during a tornado. They were young and more amazed by the sight of the storm than they were scared of it. I meandered through this makeshift labyrinth for maybe 40 minutes before the only ending I could come up was both of them dying. Nah. It was time to think of a new story. That would take time and I could already feel my face getting sunburned. Time to go. I just had to find my way back. Suddenly, I didn't feel alone. And it's possible I saw movement from the corner of my eye. Maybe not. I'd cranked my imagination up too high, and it was time to switch brains and find a way back to my car. I channeled my dad who was had all the logic and common sense in the family. He'd know how to get out of here. I swear I saw another shadow move near me. These kind of places were sometimes haunted by bums and drug addicts, so I quickened my pace. Eventually, I was at a clearing and could see my car parked on the street. Thank God! I made it home and cranked the air-conditioning because I was sweating like crazy. As soon as I was home, I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower right away. Afterwards, I picked up my damp clothes to put them in the hamper. That's when I saw a medium-sized post it on the back of my shirt. I wiped the moisture out of my eyes and read it: YOU DIDN'T FINISH THE MAZE!!! COME BACK TOMORROW AT THE SAME TIME AND YOU MIGHT REACH THE END AND FINALLY GET YOUR PRIZE! Oh Hell. There had been somebody there and they managed to get close enough to put a note on my back. As creepy as it was, I was also intrigued...and wondering if this could lead to a story. I had a few cold beers, thought about this possible story and eventually fell asleep in front of the TV. I got up in the late morning and wanted to sit at my computer. Maybe the twins in a tornado story could be salvaged. I pecked out a paragraph or two until I noticed the time. Time to find my maze again. I put a travel-sized plastic bottle of sunblock in the front pocket of my shorts. I found the place again and it looked less-confusing than before. I could see the end of it was on the far West side. Maybe my prize would be a big box of cash! I forgot about the tornado twins as I maneuvered my way through the concrete slabs a little less aimlessly. I could the top of the nearby building and knew I was making my way West. By now I had convinced myself that my prize was big money. Almost there. I found myself in a dead end. But it wasn't completely dead. There was a homeless dude squatting against the wall, and he appeared to be nude. No clothes and no shoes and longish black hair. I stood there silently, in somewhat of a breathless shock. Time to leave! Before I could turn all the way around, he spoke. "Congratulations! You win!" I looked as he stood up to his full height which was at least 6'6". He was skinny and covered with tattoos. And his long dick was fully hard and pointing straight out. Most of his tats looked pretty scribbled. but the one in the middle of his stomach was big, distinct and almost professional-looking. It was the biohazard symbol. I'm not stupid -- I knew what he meant by "prize" now. It was way worse than a stash of money. I didn't even try to find my way out at this point. He obviously knew the maze better than I did. I was pretty much trapped. "Aren't you happy?" "Not really", I choked on my answer. "Why? I want you to be excited. And you're excited a little. I can tell". Shit. I was. My dick was half hard. I walked up to me in two long strides and kissed me right on the mouth. He smelled like clean sweat and something else pungent that I couldn't name. "Take off your clothes to claim your prize". He was smiling ear-to ear. And I did. I was naked. Naked in here at the end of the maze with poz stranger. He wrapped my up in his tall, lean nakedness and kissed the top of my head. He fiddled around with my clothes. I thought he was going to prepare something for us to lie down on, but he was actually just going through the pockets of my shorts. He didn't find my wallet because I'd forgotten it home, but he did find that mini bottle of sunscreen. "Perfect!" He opened the cap and started rubbing the cream up and down his engorged penis. He watched me watching him jack off a little. "Oh. It's close now". he said, still smiling broadly. Then he pushed me face first to the ground. Before I could even form a thought, he pried my bare legs open a little and then poked that dick oh his inside of my hole. Goddamn, it hurt! But as he settled his whole body on top of me, I felt somewhat more peaceful. He was pumping in and out of me and I only briefly worried about the consequences. I couldn't evade them now - no matter what. That realization gave me peace as he soon came. He stayed on top of me and breathed heavily onto the back of my neck. "Time to dress and go home, winner. Take your prize and go home".

This was when I was in college, couple years ago. I was bored and horny so I went on Grindr. I saw this hot white daddy. 50ish. salt and pepper. very dominant looking. no smile in the pic. perfectly my type. So I sent him a message. His profile said "bbhf" but I did not know what that meant at that time. We chatted back and forth and he asked me "U into high fun?" That's when I learned what hf meant. I said. "No, I don't do drugs." as I have never done drugs before. And then he suddenly stopped responding. 10 minutes later, I got a message from a hot 20 something blonde boy. "I am just visiting for 2 nights, wanna come over to my hotel room? *dick pics " YAS! I am not really into guys that are around my age but he was so gorgeous to pass. so I said yes. I drove down to the hotel right away. Steve, the blonde boy greeted me with smile at the lobby. We chatted for a bit and got on the elevator. "Oh I forgot to tell you something, I am visiting with my friend. He may join. Do you mind?" Steve said. "Uhm... okay. What does he looks like...?" He showed me his friend's picture, and it was the white daddy I was chatting on Grindr earlier! My heart started pounding with fear and excitement. I wanted to say no and leave, but Steve was too cute and the daddy also was super hot. I knew something bad was about to happen but I somehow wanted to stay. 'Okay let's just have fun just say no to drugs.' I thought to myself. "Sure... Did you know that I was chatting with him earlier? Am I being setup?" I said "Haha, no! I showed him your pic and he said nothing. I didn't know you two were chatting." Steve said. I didn't believe him. But I still wanted to stay. I got to their big suite. Matt, the white daddy was sitting on a sofa, smoking something out of pipe. He looked 10 times hotter than his pics. "Uhm, Hi." I said in nervousness. "I am going to take a shower. Get to know him." Steve winked at me. "Hi boy, good to see you." Matt gestured me to sit next to him. So I sat down. Awkwardly. I notice there was porn playing on the tv and Matt was gently touching my thigh. He gestured me to come kiss him, so I did. And then he started blowing his breath into my mouth. "What was that?” I resisted. I knew what it was. I probably just wanted to confirm. “Tina. You've never done it?" Matt said. He inhaled another hit before i even answered, and gestured me to come kiss him again. This time, I accepted him and inhaled the whole thing. And then I suddenly started feeling this incredible sensation, something similar to what I get when I overdose my pre-workout lol. Just 100 times more intense. I also felt super confident. I could never properly explain how it felt in words. "Wow! That feels great!" I said. "You like it?" Matt said. "How many hits am I supposed to do?" I asked. "As much as you like." Matt handed me the pipe. Showing me how to properly smoke. After 3 hits, I was flying. I was feeling incredibly horny. I started touching my self. "I am so fucking horny. Can I suck your dick please?" I "Haha. Let's take it slow boy. Give me a hit." Matt said. I smoked a big hit and gave it to him through mouth. We started kissing and moments later I was already on my knees, sucking his dick. While I was sucking him, he popped something and swallowed it. "What is that" I asked. "Viagra." "Can I have one too?" "No. you won't need it. Just keep sucking." "Uhm okay." I somehow liked how he decided that I didn’t need it. I usually don't like sucking, I prefer to be fucked. But I really enjoyed sucking his dick. Feeling his soft dick was fun. I felt like I could do this for hours. But his dick wasn't getting hard enough to fuck me, so I asked. "Am I doing okay? You're not hard." "It's normal. Just wait till Viagra kicks in. It will get hard soon." So I kept sucking, touching myself at the same time. I noticed mine wasn't getting hard either. But I felt like I was on the edge of cumming the whole time I was touching my self. Few minutes later, his dick finally started growing in my mouth. It was huge. Probably about 8 or 9 inch. That's when I felt this great warm feeling on my dick. Steve was out of shower and started sucking my dick. I was so focused on sucking Matt, didn't even see or notice steve got out of shower. Getting my Tina soft dick sucked was an eye opening experience. I have never felt something that good in my life. The more he sucked it felt better and better. I stopped sucking Matt, and just started feeling that warmness around my dick. Matt started fingering my hole as well. I was moaning like a horny cat, begging for more fingers. "I guess you really like that. Let's move to the bed." Matt said. "It's time to get your ass pounded." Steve and Matt exchanged smile. We smoked few more hits and then Matt told me to ride him as he laid down on his back. I put some spit on my ass and started riding his dick slowly. We never discussed about condom but I didn't care. That feeling of having a raw dick in your ass on Tina. I will never forget. There was no pain. It was pure joy. And then there was Steve's dick in front of my face. Both of my holes were in pure pleasure. "Omg, daddy. That feels so good." I mumbled. Steve started fucking my head real hard, and I could feel Matt was putting his finger in my ass, with his dick still in it. Again I felt no pain, each finger he added it was more pleasure. "I think he is ready." Matt said to Steve. "Yeah? Okay buddy. Are you ready to take this one too?" Steve said. I looked at him with no words, but I knew I could take both dicks in my hole. So I nodded. "Good boy" Steve started pushing his dick against my hole, as Matt removed his fingers. Surprisingly again. It didn't really hurt, there was a slight pain. But that turned into joy in few seconds. I have never done double penetration before, so I was just really shocked that I was able to take both in my ass. This was going to be the best sex ever in my life. Getting fucked by two gorgeous men at the same time. "I am going to cum." Steve soon pulled out his cock and stood in front of me. "Fuck!" He came a huge load in my mouth and I didn't waste a drop. I sucked him clean and swallowed it all. "Whoa, boy you are so fucking tight!" Steve said as he was putting his underwear on. "Hehe thanks. Are you leaving?" "Yeah, I got a meeting in the morning, I have to leave. That's why I didn't smoke. But Matt will keep you entertained." I was disappointed that he came too soon and was leaving so early. But I suddenly realized that he was lying about him visiting town with his friend(Matt). He wouldn't be leaving if they were traveling together. This was definitely a set up. But I didn't care at all. Because I was about to have this hot daddy all to myself. All night long. -to be continued

My hole is still sore from a good fucking I got last night. I met a cute, tall, stocky Latino guy in his mid 30s online and we've been trying to get together for weeks. Finally made it happen last night after work. I took the subway over to his place and we had a few drinks - bourbon on ice for me, rum and Coke for him. Busted out the pot and we each took a hit or two. I hadn't had dinner so it all went to my head really fast. We drunkenly made our way to the bedroom and got naked. Made out for a little bit, but then he stopped and said "Man, I really just want to get my dick in your ass." Told him that was fine. He has a fat, uncut tool with a huge head. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I took a really long draw off them while he lubed me up, roughly fingering my tight hairy hole with Gun Oil. Then next thing I knew he had thrust his whole hog into me in one go. I was pretty high so the rest of the night is a blur of pain and pleasure from his rough fucking. He manhandled me a bit too, taking swats at my ass and throwing me around the bed a bit. Eventually he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, then held my head down with one hand while he plowed me faster. I was moaning incoherently into his pillow, biting down hard on it as his thick member wrecked my hole. Finally he let out a string of profanity and I felt a warm gush as his poz undetectable cum flooded my ass. He then rolled me over onto my back and fingered his load deeper into me while I stroked myself into a throbbing orgasm, flying high on booze, pot and poppers. It was so worth the headache I woke up with this morning.

Moderator's Note: I moved this story here, so it would get more attention.

Is it just me?Or do others wish they were walking along and two hot women pulled over to offer a lift.After accepting their kind offer they convince you to go back to where they are staying and as you walk inside into total darkness you are bound and manhandled onto a mattress on the floor, the lights flick on and you are surrounded by naked guys,shemales and women wearing strap ons.They all have that look in their eyes that says your not walking for days after tonight.Eventually it all ends with cream pies dripping from your spent boi pussy or mouth down your chin and neck or onto the back of your ball sack from your now trembling ass.I would find an experience I think.

there's absolutely nothing wrong with fantasizing about the perfect man. mine is a marine drill instructor with a phd in interior design who can write prescriptions. but you're looking for yours in reality, and I wonder if you've ever stopped to wonder why you want the characteristics that you crave. older than you. taller than you. more muscular than you. hairier than you. hung bigger than you. top. why? my snap judgment is that these are all stereotypically hypermasculine. do you feel like you're not a real man, that you can only be one by proxy? maleness isn't delivered by injection; you can't get it by taking loads. you're a man because you have a penis. what that means to you and how you express it is up to you. seems to me that you want a man to do all of the work for you, to magically appear and through the sheer force of his magic cock turn you into what you think you want to be. not gonna happen. if you want to be a world-class bottom, you've got to embrace your anus chakra and wake it up. you have lube and fingers, and toys are readily available. grease up and say hello to your outer ring and prostate. you'll be glad you did. and when you're ready, find a guy who meets half of your requirements and invite him to play in you. then find another guy who meets the other half, and repeat. what strikes me the most is that you want a guy who will make you forget about women. that's a huge warning bell right there. accept who you are. don't wait for a fantasy to make it all better. you should end it with the girlfriend. you're using her for social cover and fantasizing about something she can never be. not fair to her or you. the only man with the power to change you is you. I know you're young, this is all new to you, and you don't seem to be good at introspection and self-awareness yet. give yourself permission to grow, to take it one step at a time, to have experiences that are not perfect, to ask questions, to think through answers, to enjoy the reality of your journey instead of pining over an unmanifested fantasy. someday you'll realize that you didn't need a pretend stud to turn you into the man you always wanted to be, that you did it all by yourself and it was better than you ever imagined.

Anything with Scott Williams from TIM: http://men.treasureislandmedia.com/men/14480 I wish he would film more.

As you have said you have a girlfriend and are bi .. well be prepared to spend your life with her as your requirements will never be fulfilled.

you're looking for the perfect top. are you the perfect bottom? I'd guess no. by your own admission you're picky, demanding, you have a girlfriend and you don't put out. what did you expect to attract when that's your bait? 'daddy' is as much a state of mind and a type of energy as it is a set of stats. so is 'boy.' I know 25yo daddies in amazing relationships with 45yo boys. my advice? be more specific, not less. let them know that you're inexperienced and need to grow, and this is who you're looking for, and also state that in the meantime you'd appreciate learning from older, experienced tops. there's nothing wrong with having an idea of what you want. but don't let that fantasy crowd out the reality of what's currently available.

I've used these for ages, both before being poz and afterwards. They are really very accurate if used as directed. They do best with a pinprick of blood (99% accuracy) but will also do OK with just saliva (91%). These days I buy them so I can stealth poz. Some guys just won't bareback without proof, and these test kits are gold for getting around that. I know how to fake swabbing my mouth, so it'll always show negative... and the other guy will then happily have bareback with me and receive a poz load I also use them in repeat encounters so I can tell when I've been successful in pozzing them. It also gives me an opportunity to be there when they find out they're HIV+ which is always a turnon for me. Some of them are SO upset. You then have the option of testing yourself, showing a poz result, and making them feel that THEY infected YOU... thus avoiding repercussions from the person you pozzed So the kits work. But they're only reliable if you use them as directed.

I get that I'll never find the perfect man but you cannot possibly tell me that a hung, at least physically fit, daddy is an unrealistic desire. I'm also not into the complete and total submission thing. More than anything I would just like a thick cock and some passion. The first guy only lost points because he wouldn't let me suck his cock, what is that shit? Lol I get not wanting to suck me off but I'd like to taste you before I take you if that makes sense. I don't get as specific in my profiles on all the apps as I did above, thatd be suicide lol, I usually just say that Im looking for a hung daddy. The problem comes when guys my age or younger start messaging me. I got a message from a gorgeous daddy with the whole package and we talked for a couple days but then he deleted his account :/ I'd be perfectly content if it were older men replying and no flakes but sadly its young guys and flakes. Im not like a major size-queen either, Im tiny, a big cock to me is like 7.5in or bigger. Thickness could change that though, first guy was slightly shorter than me but larger and heavier. I also change my mind about black men for unspecific reasons that have nothing to do with a tumblr i found earlier or the soaked patch growing on my pants

I still have sex with my brother every now and then and he's mostly straight, but we started doing it as kids and now every once in a while we still 69 when his wife is asleep. We strongly resemble one another. So, yes.

I've made it a habit to, whenever I go too an adult bookstore video booths, or theaters, to actively LOOK for any wasted cum on the floors, walls and screens, and lick it up. Especially love it when guys are watching, and express their disgust at what a filthy pig i am, licking cold cum off the filthy floor. Many of those guys that showed disgust, wound up fucking me, or jerking off into my face!

A busier time at my local sauna again. As I entered the darkroom, there was someone presenting himself for an obvious bareback fuck, so I obligingly stroked myself to full erection and lubed my dick so that I could smoothly enter him from behind. We then fucked for quite a long time, before another guy with a small but thick girthed dick came along. I transfered ny attention to him, taking him from the front, whilst holding onto his erect cock as I fucked him more and more firmly. After a while, he wanted to return the favour so we swapped positions and I straddled his thick cock, managing to cope with its size and settled into a nice pace. Eventually, this had the right effect on him and he unloaded into me. I went to freshen up and returned to find three people in the darkroom, one couple noisily fucking with another guy right next to them, again presenting his shapely arse for a good fucking. I entered him and proceeded to give him a good shafting. However, much to my surprise the guy who was fucking the one next to me, pulled out and immediately shoved his great cock right up me! So I found myself in between two guys, one fucking, one being fucked! It became too much for the guy who I'd started fucking, who pulled away, leaving me with the sole attention of the guy fucking me. He must have hit just the right spot with me, for I found myself dribbling a long string of precum from my cock onto the floor! Not long after that with a large grunt, the guy cried out and exploded his cock right into me.

That's the way a Black Man should fuck a white boy, it should be all for his pleasure the bottom does not matter.

An hour and a half ago, give or take a few minutes. On the way home from the store I saw a guy on Grindr and he was like right across the street, I msgd him and said I'm right across from u, he looked up, waved me over, and then we went around the corner where there is a lil Forest and he fucked me bareback and cummed inside me. He called me a slut and said thanks. I told him that if he ever needs to nut, just text me, and that if he sees me out and about again, that I am always taking Neg loads. And to tell his top friends.

You write such sick twisted stuff- keep it up!

last year You know how people love to gossip and talk shit about other people? I took a psychology class in college and have talked to a few therapists, but I still don't know why we like to repeat negative information about fellow human beings. What desire does it satisfy? Not that I'm innocent; I not only repeat nasty rumors, but also eagerly listen to them. That's how I found out about Randy. Guys at the little tavern I stopped at after work were the most chattering, gossiping bunch of hens you'd ever want to meet. I knew most of them by name after a few months of going there. I was still inexperienced with actual gay sex, but I don't think I came across that way. When I told my friend my friend Joseph that I was a virgin, he didn't believe me at first. I play it cool. After he realized I wasn't lying, he took it upon myself to point out all the men I should stay away from. "He'll rob you blind". "That one has a partner and they both cheat". "He has HIV". Huh? It was 2016 and the disease was very manageable with medication, right? Plus -- I knew how to use a condom if the occasion finally ever arose for me. One evening I got a little too drunk and found myself in a circle of young guys who were dishing about everybody they knew. That's when Randy's name was first mentioned. Apparently he was a guy that once frequented this place but had disappeared from the scene about a year ago. A few guys were sure that he was dying in some hospice and others said he was haunting the one bathhouse. For whatever reason, I wanted to know more. He was known to be HIV+ and didn't have the ability to treat it with even the newest medications. Not only that, but he was supposedly still active sexually. Just not here. I felt my boner rise. As I waited for more information about this guy, a few hot businessmen walked in and all their attention was diverted. They were pretty tasty-looking, but Randy was all I could think about. I finally managed to drag Joseph aside for a few minutes and interrogate him about this infamous man. "Do you know Randy?" "Sort of. He lives in my building and I see him every other week or so. Why?" "I want to meet him. Or see him at least. Where does he hang out?" "Oh no! You heard about the 'super strain' he's got in his balls and now you're wanting to have sex with him! Are you crazy? No. I know what you are: a 'bug chaser'." I should have protested and reassured him that I was just curious, but I just stood in silence. "Well, I'll miss you if that counts for anything. I knew a few guys like you and they're all gone now. Tell you what -- go home and sleep it off and if you're still intent on this, I'll text you his email address tomorrow". Deal. I found my way back to my apartment and slept off and on until dawn. Once the sun was up, I rolled out of bed and called in sick to work. I went back to try and sleep. but just couldn't. Ever notice how you can't force yourself to be tired? It was late in the morning and still no text from Joseph. I should have guessed this. He's not the most reliable guy in the world and has a tendency to bullshit. Then a little "ding" went off and then another. Not a text -- that was the sound I gave to incoming emails. They weren't from Joseph. They were from HIM. Hi. Joe told me a little bit about you and assured me you were cute and cool. I'm 44. Is that too old? LOL My heart was jumping all over my chest. I seldom smoke anymore, but found an old pack and fished one out. There were two more emails from him. OK. Me again. Sorry I forgot my number. It's --- -----. Hope to hear from you soon. The last email was just a photo of him. He looked very normal. He kind of looked like one of those divorced dads I's see on weekends at the grocery store. Medium weight and somewhat shaggy blonde/brown hair that was just a few weeks past 'clean cut'. He needed a shave too. I loved the pic because it wasn't a posed selfie. It was just an honest, candid shot that somebody else must have taken. I was nearly in love at that point. I made myself do some laundry and the dishes and some general tidying up before I called him just at 1:12 pm. "Hello?" "Hi. Is this Randy?" "Yes! Is this Joseph's friend, Tim?" "It is. Got your emails and pic... thanks!" "Sorry. That's the only photo of me I had saved. I had some more 'interesting' ones on my old phone but it died. Maybe we can take some new ones later." Wow. This was moving fast. "I took the day off and was wondering what you were up to". "I am supposed to go feed a friend's dogs, but not until later. Wanna go do something?" "Sure. Like a movie?" " No. Definitely not a movie. You can't talk n a movie, and there's not much out there I'd want to see anyway." "Well YOU decide then". "I'll come pick you up and we'll go find something to do. Just give me your address and I'll be there in thirty minutes." I was dizzy now and had to sit down, but I gave him my address and we said our goodbyes. I rushed to change clothes. I was going to go casual because he struck me as the ultra-relaxed sort. I should have taken longer because it had only been five minutes since I'd hung up the phone. Waiting waiting waiting. Dear Lord. I wasn't religious, but felt the need to pray for some reason. And then there was a knock on my door.I opened it and there he stood -- looking exactly like his photograph. He was a tad taller than me -- wearing a simple t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. He didn't look sick or too thin or give any sign of being "viral". He sized me up a little and then smiled brightly. "Let's go!" he said. I followed and don't even remember if I locked the door behind me. We drove away on that beautiful late-Spring day and sat in silence. "Let's go to Rose Park and take a walk," he suggested. It was called Rose park because it was full of regularly-tended rose bushes, but they wouldn't bloom until later in the Summer. "Sounds good", was all I said. I should be talking more. I should also stop glancing down at his legs. They were mostly hairless but well-formed. Nothing about him suggested bad health. For such a perfect day, there almost no other visitors at the park. It's not the weekend, I reminded myself. We strolled down a path past the pond, the fountains and the not-blooming rose garden. Once were deeper into the park's wilder area, he started talking. "Joseph is a character isn't he? He didn't tell me much about you". I guess this my cue to give him some details about my life, but he wanted to move the conversation forward again. "I'm sure you know all about me, though. Right?" I wondered how in the world I was still walking and breathing. I was dizzy and stumbled a bit over a rock or an acorn or something. He reached over and took my left hand to steady me. "Thanks. I'm fine. It's okay". But he still kept holding my hand. "I heard a little. Just bar talk". "Well -- I'll tell you everything. I'm HIV positive and have multi-resistant strains. I guess it's all mixed to become one, but I don't know enough about stuff to officially classify it. I just know I hate doctors and I hate taking pills and I absolutely hate the big pharmacies that are pushing these little chances of life when you know damn good and well the cure is within their reach. Fuck 'em". I could tell he was getting worked-up because his grip on my hand tightened and he was sweating. At that moment I realized my hands were only a few skin layers away from his mega-toxic veins and bloodstream. Plus his sweat was probably tainted as well. I should be talking more, but I didn't feel entitled to right now. We were under some overgrown willows and the shade was almost cool. I wanted to say something. Anything. "How do you feel?" was all I could come up with. "Powerful", was his simple, calm response. "Good", I said because I was really glad he felt that way. Randy led me off the path and further into the forest of willows and untended grass. He turned around to face me. "I lied", he said out of the blue. "About..?" "Joseph told me all about you. I saw your Facebook and your Instagram. I know more than you think I do. He also told me your goal was to get THIS inside you", he said, grabbing his crotch with the hand that wasn't holding mine. "Why? Wha...What did he say?" "Sshh. Sshh. We'll do this and you'll have a good story to tell at the pub. Watch me get naked and work yourself up. We're alone here". Sure enough -- he pulled down his shorts (no underwear), kicked off his flips, and yanked off his shirt. He was perfect in a way. So very normal. His dick was average-sized but super hard. I briefly looked at his scrotum because I knew that's where the super strain was cooking. Maybe he noticed my glance. Maybe not. I could barely get my shorts and undies down because my dick was so uncontrollably hard. I barely got my loafers off before he engulfed me in a bear hug. It felt nice and I would have been happy if it all ended now. "Work on this dick, little chaser boy". I knew he meant for me to blow him because that was close to a line I'd heard in porn videos. I knelt and had the head of his super weapon on my tongue. Way closer to the bug than my hand had ever been. It wasn't too bad at all. I didn't choke or gag like I'd always suspected I would if this ever happened. This was going well I thought as he started bucking his hips and mumbling non-words. "STOP!", he commanded, "I'm about to cum". Then he turned around and offered his spread ass cheeks to me. This is what I never imagined doing. But I planted my face right in there and then let my tongue take over. He sure loved that. I was starting to like it too, but he stopped me again. Randy grabbed his discarded shirt and made a little mat for me to lie down on. "Get down there now". I was on my back and looking up at him as he jerked his dick. "You don't even want me to pretend I'm putting on a condom, do you?" he asked. I shook my head and he fell on top of me. "Fuck Yeah" was all he said before pushing his crotch down onto mine and grinding. I would have been happy if it all ended now. My brain was in the clouds somewhere when I felt a knife-like pain in my ass. I almost yelled but his mouth was over mine. His tongue was a fat worm rolling around all over my teeth and gums. Our first kiss was not all that romantic. And then he was inside of me completely. The most toxic guy in the city (possibly the state) was fucking me. Raw. "Why?", I asked for whatever reason. Maybe because it felt a little bit like a rape. Of course it wasn't. I'd pursued this and participated fully in everything leading up to it. "What do you mean 'why'?", he asked as his breathing grew heavier. I said nothing. "I have all the power and you have none. You can't escape the consequences at this point....speaking of...." He was thrusting uncontrollably now, He had cum. Deep in me. He kissed me one more time and then rolled off, exhausted. We were both on our backs, looking up at the swaying willow branches and the dying afternoon sun. Dying. What now? He drove me back to my place in almost complete silence. I thought we'd say 'goodnite' at that point, but Randy escorted me up to my door and then invited himself in. We spent the night in my bed, arms wrapped around each other. He was in my life now...as was his virus I supposed. OK. It was somewhat early and we hadn't eaten dinner, but fatigue won over and we slept deeply.

I got back to my hotel room very late last night. I was tired and not really looking for any action. But, I did get onto Grindr while I was getting ready to fall into bed. I had just taken an Ambien so I was sure I could get a deep sleep between my already very busy day and my next morning that was also going to be very busy. The Ambien was taking effect and I was getting very woosey. I got a message on Grindr asking if I wanted to suck his dick? He said he wanted an anonymous bj. He wanted the room dark. And just wanted his cock sucked, his ass licked and wanted a swallower. His profile showed he was located less than 100 feet from me. It said he was 28 years old. Athletic. Str8, but wanted to be sucked and rimmed by guys. He wouldn't reciprocate. There was a nice body and cock pic. But no face on the pic. I messaged him back that I was heading to bed, but could do a quick bj on him and gave him my room number. Then I slipped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign between the door lock and the door frame, turned out the lights and got on my knees a the foot of the bed. Within just a few moments there was a light knock on the door and the door opened. From the light in the hallway, I could see the figure of a guy walking into my room in a hoodie sweatshirt. The hood pulled up over his head. He turned his face as he walked in, so I couldn't get a clear look at his face. He closed and locked the door. Stepped up to me, unzipped and pulled his pants down. Stepping out of his pants, he put his partially hard cock to my lips and I began to suck him. I sucked for several minutes as he hardened in my mouth. Then he kneeled on the edge of the bed. I got behind him and began to eat his ass. He spread his asscheeks and gave me better access. I got really deep into his hole. Then he spun around and shoved his now rock hard cock back into my mouth. I sucked like a crazy man. My head was spinning from the Ambien. I felt like I was high or drunk. Then he pulled from my mouth and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. "Suck my balls, faggot!" he whispered. I sucked on his balls and he jacked off. "I'm cumming!", he whispered softly. My mouth dove for his cock. I swallowed his shaft as his cock emptied into my hungry mouth. I sucked as much as I could, before he pulled from me, grabbed his pants. Quickly put his pants on, slipped on his shoes and quickly left my room. The Ambien was in full force. I thought for a moment, did this really happen? I locked my hotel room door and climbed into bed and was asleep in minutes. I woke up this morning to a message from him. "Nice blow job, Fag. Thanks".

ditto ff-whole. I went 35 years taking bb cock and stayed neg. I m a cum slut and have prolly had thousands of cocks and loads in that time and was always kinda worried about HIV, but never enough to overcome my desire for cum and cock in me. I got some great information and encouragement here on BZ from tallbtm, finally got educated and decided to go on PrEP. When I went in to get my std check and to start PrEP, I found out I was Poz. Not the end of the world, am pretty much still taking PrEP now (truvada) and one other pill and am undetectable and totally healthy. Still, I'm not one who actually wants to be infected, even though in 2017 it's not a death sentence, nor does it really present with side effects for me. I personally think PrEP awesome and wish all guys who bareback would go on it, but I'm in healthcare and not into disease :-).

Part 4 Craig looked me deep in the eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it down to the bulge in his pants. He was fully hard. "This is what you just did to me," he said. I grabbed his hand and lead him into the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and started to take off my clothes as fast as possible. He didn't take his eyes off me while he started to strip his own clothes off. I stood before him naked, and he said, "Turn around, baby, and let me see that sweet white ass." I did. "Now back up here and let me have it." I did. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. He squeezed them and pulled them apart. "Such a pretty pink hole- now bend over." I felt his warm breath on my ass and then felt his tongue lick up and down my crack. "Sweet, sweet ass, babe," he whispered, and then started kissing and licking my puckered hole. He grabbed me around the waist and forcefully pulled my ass into his face. His tongue traced around my hole and eased in deeper. He was eating me like I was candy. My ass opened up for his warm, wet, rough tongue. He tossed me onto the bed on my back, He pushed the backs of my thighs and raised my legs and kept slurping away. Then he pushed a finger into my hole and gently fucked in and out. After a couple of minutes, he entered me with 2 fingers, and then with 3. He got up on his knees between my raised legs, spit on his cock, and pressed the head against my relaxed hole. He just held it there and looked at me with lust. I knew then I really was ready for this, whether he was poz or not. I knew I had to have his cock inside me, and needed to feel him cum in me. After a few seconds that seemed like an hour he said, "You have no idea how much I want this, Jeff. But I can't without telling you - I'm poz. I can't just fuck you without telling you that." "I know," I said, "or I thought you probably are. I can't believe how much I want you. Please fuck me! I am so turned on right now just thinking about taking your load. Fuck me, fuck me please!" His face lit up in an evil smile, and he very slowly pushed into me. It was an unbelievable feeling, unlike any other fuck I had ever taken. He eventually stopped when he was almost all in. My ass was giving a little resistance, but I reached for his ass and pushed him all the way in. Wow! He leaned down and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. Then he slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside me. He began to give me long, firm strokes. We were both enjoying this slow, deliberate pace of his fucking. My hands left his ass and found those sexy pierced nipples. He closed his eyes and threw his head back and moaned. I started to tug on his nipple rings, and he fucked faster. Each thrust felt deeper. His ass moved around in a corkscrew motion. His cock was hitting every spot. This was heaven! My whole body felt flushed and I pushed back against every deep thrust. His moans and the tempo of his fucking increased. I gasped and moaned, too. He looked down at me with a look of ecstasy and said through his deep, panting breaths, "I'm getting real close, baby. Tell me you want this. Tell me how much you want my seed." "I want it. Seed my hole!" "What do you want, white boy?" "I want you cum inside me... please!" He fucked harder and harder, but wasn't yet cumming. "I'm so close, baby! Tell me again!" "I want your cum! I need your CUM!" I cried out. "What kind of cum? Tell me what you really want. I'm so fucking close!" "I want your hot cum- I need your cum- your POZ cum! Give me that hot fucking POZ CUM!" He gave a yell and plunged his dick deep as it would go. He grunted and grunted and I knew he was shooting. "Take that poz cum, white boy!" he gasped. His breath stared to calm down, but he was still deep inside me. He bent down for another lustful kiss. I held him tight. His cock remained deep inside me, and I loved it. His mouth finally left mine. "I'm still hard, baby, roll over." Somehow I rolled over face down on the bed without loosing his cock. He was on my back, slowly fucking his cock in and out. He was kissing my neck and nibbling my ears and still he fucked my loaded hole. This amazing fuck was not over yet. He whispered in my ear, "I love that ass. I want to fuck you forever." My hole was sloppy from the huge load he had planted in me, and he kept right on with his gentle fucking. "I'm pushing that cum deeper in, baby. How does it feel?" "I love it. Fuck me all night. Please don't ever stop," I whispered. "I feel another load coming, babe. Tell me you want it. Tell me- you know what I want to hear." His breathe felt wonderful in my ear. My heart was starting to pound again. "I want your hot poz cum. I need more of your poz cum. Please give it to me- please..." He gasped and pushed into me all the way again. I felt him shudder and felt him shoot in my hole. My mind was flying, almost like I was getting high from his hot seed. We stayed like that for a long time. His cock softened only a little. He let out a deep sigh and slowly started to pull out. But my ass clenched tight on his cock without me thinking about it. My hands reached back to his ass and pulled him close. I wanted his cock in me as long as I could have it. He gently kissed my neck, and we slowly rolled over onto our dies in a spooning position. We both drifted off to sleep with my ass milking out those last drops. Part 5 coming soon

Mmm how do I get added to your stable?

Two identical twins having sex are two brothers involved in a gay incest relationship. my understanding a lot of identical twins have sex. as they both come into sexual maturity at the same time, so they are more likely to experiment, plus if one has bi/gay feelings, it is more than likely his twin will also. I have even know identical twins where one is straight, the other gay, and they still have/had sex. Think of it, if there was a person just like you, he would be the first person you'd show when you shot your first load and see what other "crazy" things we could do with our penises!!! (I know I would have!!)

Turn-ons/offs are subjective so I imagine many guys will have different feelings about this, but personally that phrase is a turn off for me. Not a fan of any "female" terms during man-on-man sex. Call it my ass or my hole - it's not a pussy.

i absolutely love it when someone pushes all the way into me balls deep without hesitating on the first stroke and then fuck me very hard for how ever long they want before breeding me with their spunk.......this is what makes me fall instantly in love with someone.........all the rest is just pussy footing about..........i love rough,raw and a creamy ending.........then repeat

I was getting fucked all the time - Connor, our threesomes. It had to be 10 times a week. I felt at times like there was always cum leaking from my ass. I told Connor and we laughed. He said, "Your ass is such a willing receptacle. We all want to give it our cum." I loved Connor so much. I felt like my heart was never going to stop filling my chest. We fought, sure. All couples do. Even when fighting my feelings for him were so strong. My feelings for Connor didn't prevent me from starting to break our rules: 1. Sex with others only with Connor's knowledge and/or participation. As soon as spring semester finals began, our differing degree paths brought on different finals/papers/projects. It seemed that we were always missing each other. Right in the middle of finals, I had a three day break. It's New Orleans and finals = Jazz Fest. I got tickets with my club bottom boy friend Ashley and John, my previous roommate. Off we went to the fest, which was held at the Fairgrounds race track and was basically and all day party as you waited for bands. We smoked pot, ate way too much food, and break lots of beer. I was drunk. It was fun. Ashley started telling us stories of the guys who fucked him. John started sharing his stories too. I told them mine. At one point as I was telling a story I noticed them both looking at me like I was crazy. I'd forgotten what safe sex advocates they were and I had been telling them about begging guys to cum in my ass. They were really concerned because they both knew Connor and I had sex with a lot of guys during the school year - dozens of different guys. We messed around at the bathhouse, in the club, at parties. Everyone knew we were open, but not even my friends knew I didn't use condoms when getting fucked by guys other than Connor. We ended up having a serious conversation which, of course, sobered me up just enough to realize I was too sober. The conversation wound down as the next act started. I left to get another beer. As I was waiting in line, I felt a guy squeeze my ass gently. I turned around and it was Seth - the guy who fucked me just prior to my breakup with Justin. We hugged and it was good to see him. He was still hot as fuck and he was always friendly. He asked why I had looked so pensive when he came up behind me. I decided, "Fuck it." I told him what had just happened. I mean, who was he to judge, he already came inside me. Seth laughed and we made a joke of the whole thing. We wandered around the Fairgrounds listening to music in other tents. Just as it was turning dusk, Seth asked if I wanted to go to his car and smoke before the main act started. I went with him down the long line of cars to his Suburban. I made fun of him for having such a "top-boy" car. He grabbed my ass and pushed me up against the side of the. Seth said, "You have such a bottom boy ass." I looked at him and down the line of cars. We were wedged in a line of cars parked side to side. I could hear people, but couldn't see them. As Seth ground his crotch into my ass for the second time - only partially kidding; I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down. He said, "That's what I'm talking about." I was in briefs which I also pushed down in the back so his cock could rub on my bare ass. I reached for his cock, unzipped his shorts, felt inside his boxers and pulled out his cock. It still felt as great as ever. I put his cock on my ass. He said, "I'm going to fuck you bareback. What would your friends say?" I said, "They wouldn't like it." He said, "Do you want it anyway?" I said, "Fuck my ass Seth." Seth pushed my shirt over my head and then my shorts and underwear down. I stepped out of them. Now dressed only in sneakers, Seth spit on his cock a few times. He said, "You sure you want this cock? I have a condom in my pocket." I said, "Yes, fuck me without it. I want it bareback. Just like the first time you fucked me." Seth pushed his big cock in my ass. I moaned as softly as I could. His cock slipped in my regularly used ass rather easily. Seth began fucking me with long deep strokes. He built up speed quickly. Within a few minutes Seth said, "I'm going to breed you bitch." And he flooded my ass with his cum. He fucked me two more times in the back of his truck. Once with my feet on the roof of his truck and once bent over the back seat. I begged for his cum the second and third times he fucked me. When we finally went back to see the music, the main act was half over. I was stoned, well fucked and had Seth's cum leaking out of my ass. My friends asked where I had been. I told them I ran into Seth and we went and smoked pot and talked. When I got home that night, I quickly jumped in the shower and tried to clean out as much as possible so Connor wouldn't know I had another guy's cum inside me. I got in bed and laid next to Connor. He felt my ass. He felt my hole. He said, "Your ass is puffy. Were you playing with your toys today?" I said I had played with my toys that morning. I also told him that I had just cleaned out. Connor said he hadn't paid enough attention to me the last week. He then proceeded to pound my ass for an hour until he loaded me with a week's worth of his cum. Seth was the first guy I didn't tell Connor about; but he was not the last one.

Click here to see Street Cock's original blog post... It had been a long hard day at work so I figured I needed something else long and hard too! On the drive home I dropped in on a low income area. Latins, Punks, Black, Homeless and generally average people. My kind of people. I'm just your run of the mill, everyday person who walks around with an insatiable lust for sex. Rich people have to many resources for pleasure. If your broke, it doesn't cost anything to get your dick sucked. If you happen to come across my path, you might even make some money. So I'm driving around making a couple circles, checking out some of the very sexy meat walking the streets. I come across a guy pushing a shopping cart down the alley. As I pulled up, I could see he was a little dirty, thin faced and he's more dragging his body down the street than actually walking. Now don't get me wrong. I LOVE DICK and I'm pretty open to the dick I'll take but you gotta have a strong enough heart beat to pump your dick full of blood long enough to pump that dick into me. He just didn't seem like he had the strength. So I drove on. I turned a corner and a 30 something African American guy walking down the street. He was dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, and looked like he had just gotten off work. I stopped in the middle of the street, rolled down the window, made eye contact and waved him over. I made sure as he walked over to keep shooting glances down at the bulge in his grey slacks. He definitely noticed and by the time he walked up to my window, he had a sly grin on his face. This was gonna be easier than I thought. I asked what he was up to and he did the same to me. I told him I was just hanging out, looking for some dick to suck. His grin doubled in size. "Sounds good to me. " He walked around the car and jumped into the passenger's seat. He suggested we go to a parking lot near a school around the corner. The first thing that jumped into my head was 'REGISTERED SEX OFFENDER'. Now, I really don't think I'm doing anything wrong by having consensual sex with random guys, even if it sometimes occurs in semi or public places, but I know better than to get my fuck on near a school. I told him about a better location near some industrial buildings where we would have more privacy. He didn't really care so I headed in that direction. We pulled up and took a parking spot next to a wall and at the end of a dark street. I unbuttoned my jeans and fished my already stiffening dick out of my briefs. I leaned over and unzipped his slacks and fished around a pair of boxers for his dick. He wasn't at all hard but his dick was already hanging six inches long, so I knew I would love it. I sucked the head into my mouth and started going to work on it. As I sucked his black dick into my mouth and worked the blood flow into it, he gave a short chuckle. "I knew you could suck some good dick." I love hearing that!!! I could feel the precum dripping out the tip of my dick as I stroked my own cock my hand and stroked his cock with my mouth. If just kept growing and expanding inside my mouth filling my lips and my throat. I LOVE TO SUCK BIG DICK!!!!!! Love the feeling of my mouth being stretched open, love the taste of precum dripping out a swollen head and LOVE the reaction I get when I deep-throat a big dick all the way down to the base. Most guys love to have their dicks deep-throated but guys with big dicks don't always come across a throat like mine so when I take it all the way down and start fucking my throat on their dick, I usually get a good reaction. He was no different. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down on his dick while he pushed his hips up. I took every one of those 9" thick inches into my throat and started to working my neck to give him some extra enjoyment. He took his hands off my head and relaxed a bit as I kept going to town on his dick. His left hand wandered down my back to the back of my jeans and started rubbing my ass. He kept moaning softly and I knew he was thinking about shoving that beast inside my warm tight hole. I pulled up off his dick and lifted my face to his. I went in for a kiss, not sure if he was gonna be into that but I knew he was enjoying himself and I've found that is the best time to move in for the kill. At first he didn't move when I pressed my lips against his but when my tongue brushed against his mouth he opened up , just enough for me to get my tongue inside. His tongue pushed back against mine while his hand started to paw at my ass with a renewed eagerness. We kept kissing as my hand grabbed his fat dick and stroked it. I pulled away from him and went back down to worshiping his cock with my mouth. "Your a dirty slut, aren't you? You want my dick up your ass don't you?" I kept his dick in my mouth but moaned in agreement. I started to deep-throat his cock and really put on the presume when he pulled me off. "You're gonna make me cum." I told him I had to get back home and didn't have enough time to fuck today so I wanted to swallow his load. He let me go back down and worked his dick into the back of my throat until his started to buck his hips up into my mouth. I could tell I was about to get a thick creamy load out of the end of the black dick and I wanted it! He put one hand on the back of my head and held me down as he shot his load deep in the back of my throat. His moans of pleasure coursed through my body like a drug. There is no better feeling that knowing that my body has just been used by a dick for it's own pleasure. He collapsed back into the passengers seat as I slowly lifted my mouth off his cock, letting my tongue circle around and clean up every possible drop of his cum. I sat back in my seat and just enjoyed the taste of cum in my mouth. We both fix our pants and as I was driving him back to where I picked him up, we talked about setting up time next week to meet and really get into a good fuck session. He took my number and told me he would call me on Friday when I knew I had some free time in the afternoon. This took place last week. Tomorrow is the Friday he is supposed to call me so we can meet up. Hopefully he will call. If so, I'm bringing my camera and you can expect to see a post this weekend with some great pictures of his nine inch Uncut Thick Black Cock.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

More is better. This is like asking "would you rather have 10 dollars or 100 dollars?" lol