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They say one in every seven gays in London are HIV positive. I wanted to test this out, so I went to my local sauna at the most popular time at the weekend. Once there, I headed directly for the darkroom and positioned myself so everyone there would know I was up for a fuck. Kneeling on the bench, I placed my arse so that it could easily be entered by anyone there who wanted to. It didn't take long for the first obliging cock to enter me bare. He kept up a good pace, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside me as he unloaded his cock straight into me. Load one. Another guy in the darkroom took over from the first man and shoved his cock in, assisted by the first guy's lubrication. This guy was quite old and not well endowed, but he fitted the bill: he was reading, willing and able to fuck me raw. Although he took some time, accompanied by much grunting, he eventually spunked his cum right up me. Load two. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him had left the room empty of other donors. I had to wait a good time before my third load. A young guy with a decent sized cock came in and I happily sucked his dick to its full length. But whilst I was doing this, another guy entered the room and as I was pointing my arse outwards, he took it as fair game for him to stick his bare cock in. He fucked me really well and hit just the right point. He had me pouring a string of precum out of my dick whilst he pounded my hole. Soon, he was jerking his jizz right up in glorious spurts. Load three. I then turned my attention to the guy I'd been sucking off whilst being pounded. At first he seemed reluctant to fuck my arse as I moved round to position myself over his beautifully erect cock, but with some gentle persuasion I was able to lower myself onto his cock. Now I was in control and able to set the pace of the action. I played with his dick, moving my arse around to feel his cock inside me. I slowly increased the pace until I was bouncing up and down on his dick fast. This proved the trick and he unloaded deep within me. Load four. My next bare encounter was with an extremely well-endowed black guy who I could accommodate only with difficulty. Fortunately the loads I had taken earlier, combined with persistence on his part and copious hits of poppers on my part, finally saw him fully push his whole nine inches into my arse, whereupon he promptly adopted a good, pounding rhythm, in which he would withdraw almost the entire way out of my body, only to plunge back in in one powerful thrust. This continued until he abruptly plunged back in, mid-withdraw, not stopping until he was balls-deep. Once he had achieved maximum depth, I felt the sensation of his cock throbbing which I interpreted as the telltale sign he had left his deposit up me. Load five. The last two loads were in quick succession. One of the guys who'd been watching the large black cock pumping up me, immediately took over and thrust his somewhat smaller cock inside. He carried on thrusting away until his progress stopped and a large groan from him indicated he's just shot inside me. Load six. My final breeding was immediately after the sixth donor. I sucked the man to full erection and then turned round to receive his impressive manhood. He easily pushed it up me with a great squish with all the spunk now filling my well-bred ass. With great thrusts he hammered away for some time sliding in and out of me bare. I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt him tense up and his cock started twitching inside me. Load seven. Over a couple of hours I received seven loads, in all probability at least one of them was poz. As the cum from seven different men gushed out of my arse, I wondered which load was poz.

Near Wichita, Kansas, 1990 I grew up knowing very little about the world. I lived in a tiny little town just outside of Wichita, Kansas, but never went there unless it was to go school shopping with Mom. It seemed like a big, scary city and I was happy in my little burg with the parks and tree-lined streets and my pals. No danger. No trouble. As I grew into my teens and got my driver's license, for some reason I felt a specific draw to the city. If nothing else, the city had a couple of malls where I wanted to spend some allowance money on cool shoes and maybe some CDs. Looking back, I can't believe how innocent my needs and desires were, but that would change soon enough. I was having feelings that were really awakened when I saw my first porn magazine. My buddy Kevin had found a stash of them in his older brother's room. The one we looked at first was called 'Club'. It contained photographs of both women and men. Kevin was fixated on the vaginas and boobs, but I only focused on those dudes and their dicks. These were old magazines and most of the men were unshaven and had those great porn mustaches. After I turned 18 and had no curfew anymore, I ventured into Wichita more often. Right after the exit from the highway there was an small building called "Joe's Pleasure." It had no windows and somehow I just knew it was one of those 'nasty' places which exist only in cities. I passed Joe's Pleasure several times before I got up the nerve to cross the threshold. I found myself holding my breath, my heart was pounding, and felt unsteady on my feet, but I managed to walk through the door, even if I had no exact idea what I would find. However, once I could focus my eyes, I discovered Joe's Pleasure was essentially big convenience store, selling mostly magazines and video cassettes. Selling porn. There was other stuff too, but I went straight to the long magazine rack. I wanted my very own copy of a 'Club'. As soon as I began my search, the old guy at the counter came over to me and asked for I.D. "No kids allowed in here," he grumbled with a lip full of chew. I showed him my I.D. and he went away. I couldn't find any copies of 'Club', but I noticed others that were way more interesting mags. My God! They made magazines with just photos of men! I wanted to buy them all, but wondered where I could hide them that Mom wouldn't find. I figured just one could be tucked somewhere she wouldn't run across it, so I had to narrow my search a little. All the models were gym fanatics with no body hair which disappointed me. And no facial hair at all. As I continued searching, I was aware of someone standing near me. I figured it was the counter guy again to tell me something like "This ain't no library," but it wasn't. It was a man about my size who was smiling and gave off very good vibes. I knew he was friendly. "Finding what you need? The selection isn't great here." "My first time. I'm - I'm just looking around." "There's an arcade in the back, but there's nothing going on there." Arcade? I imagined pinball machines and video games. "Want to go get a beer with me?" "I'm only 18. I doubt they'll serve me." (Stupid Kansas law.) "It's okay. We'll go to 'Lou's'. I know the owner. He and I are best friends and he'll give us anything. It's not far. I'll drive." So I guess I was going. I followed his compact body out to a nice pickup and off we drove. I wondered what time it was, but whatever the case, when he said it wasn't far, he clearly wasn't kidding as we arrived at the bar within minutes. Leaning back in the seat to steady my nerves, my new friend reached for my hand and introduce himself saying "I'm Dan, by the way. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." "I'm Wally. Nice to meet you." Leading me into the bar, we took a table, and Dan ordered for both of us. I restricted myself to one beer as, as a freshman, I had gotten super drunk - having consumed only three quickly-chugged beers. So I knew I needed to pace myself carefully. Yeah. I was older, bigger than I had been back then, and I weighed more, but I was in a new place with a stranger. Caution seemed a prudent idea. While we were seated there, I had the chance to give Dan a close look. He had short brown hair, a white polo shirt and shorts, and he was definitely good looking, but what caught my eye was that he was exceptionally furry. Fur peeked over the top of his shirt collar and it covered his arms like an extra sleeve. I had also caught a glimpse of his legs too, and they were likewise hairy as hell. We had a normal conversation. He asked where I was from and told me about his life. Dan had moved here from Boston to be near his mom who'd just had back and hip surgery. He'd found a job quickly because he was a hairdresser. He told me about a nearby 'cruising' park, and suggested I check out some time. "I'm just a kid with a crappy car. I don't think I could race anybody." "Uh, no, sorry, that's not what cruising means. You're a bit green, aren't you?" Just then Dan excused himself, saying he needed to use the men's room. En route, I saw him approach the bar where he briefly chatted with a guy I assumed was the owner, Lou. No sooner had Dan disappeared into the men's room when a skinny little guy approached me. He seemed harmless so I invited him to sit down. "You're under aged, right?" "Yeah, but not by much." "Well, you landed a good guy. He's absolutely the hairiest male I've ever seen. Wait until to you see him naked! Are you going with him?" "No. No. We just met!" "That's probably best. He's got the recipe." "Recipe?" "He touched my arm and said, "Sorry, that's what my word is for HIV." Just then Dan came back to our table. The expression on his face had changed. "Hi, Grimley. What's up with you?" "Same old thing. I'm going to 'Fantasy' later. Will I see you two there?" "No," Dan answered with in a stern tone booked no argument. Grimley took the hint and fled back to his own table. "He's a useless little barfly. What did he say to you, Wally?" "Not much." "He's a pest and spreads a lot of rumors. I'm not leaving you here alone for the rest of the night." Dan had brought two more beers and some tiny glasses with red liquid in them. "It's called 'Hot Damn'. It's cinnamon schnapps. I drink it to celebrate. Drink it fast." I did and it burned like hell, but I quickly gabbed the mug of beer and gulped it down. "Grimley did say one thing, Dan. He said you had HIV." "Does that bother you?" I thought for a quick second. "No. You're my friend." "That's good," he replied as he took my hand into his hairy grasp. "I think I'm drunk, Dan." "OK. Let's go someplace where you can sober up a bit". He downed his beer and led me out into the night. I felt a bit unsteady, but really good. We got in his pickup and drove a few streets away before we arrived at his simple little house. It smelled like lavender air freshener inside. Nice. He led me to the couch where we started kissing. I had never kissed a man before and it felt so natural. We were fully-clothed except for our shoes. Our embrace got seriously passionate. True passion, such as I had never before felt in my life. He took off his shirt, revealing all of his hairy torso in its full glory. My God. He was perfect. He (correctly) interpreted my admiration as permission to completely strip off his clothing. His toes had large tufts of hair and his legs were insanely hairy. His crotch was a giant bush and I could only see his little cock head poking out out of the mass of hair. I took his whole body in and was awed. He understood and let me look as long as I wanted before telling me to strip. I did without thinking. "God, you're so young, Wally. I hate to do this, but I need to. I can't wear condoms because they tear my dick hairs out. Just lay back. And then he put his full hairy weight down on top of me. We kissed so long and I was lost in it before I even noticed that he had parted my legs and planted his hips right on mine. He was insistent on getting me spread wider. And then I felt the invasion of that dick that grown bigger. I yelped. "Shhh. It gets easier from here on out." I reached around and felt his very hairy back as he pumped in and out of my asshole. It didn't feel so bad now. He climaxed really fast. He stayed still on top of me for a minute or so. I found myself wishing he would resume pumping my hole, as it was much more pleasurable than I would have anticipated, so when he did resume, I was ready for the gift of his cock and the pleasure it afforded me. Dan I stayed in touch over the next few weeks until I left to go back to college. I left the area with memories and a little guest inside my blood.

This evening I got a KIK message from the black trucker. "Hey Fag. Your holes need some black dick in them again? I just pulled in for the night. I could use your mouth and pussy to service me." I had previously douched for a guy that flaked out on me. So, I was ready to go. I told him I could be there in 20 minutes. I gave myself another quick douche to make sure I was clear to take his huge black cock. Then jumped in the car and drove to the truck stop. As I was driving I got a kik message from him telling me where he was parked. And that the passenger door was unlocked. Just climb up. I found his rig and parked. His cab lights were dark, with the exception of a very dim light coming from the slit in the curtains that were pulled between the cab and the sleeper. I climbed up into his cab and pulled the door closed behind me and locked it. "Unlock the door, Bitch! I got a bud comin over to use your holes. You're a whore. So, I'm whoring your pussy out to a buddy. But get on this dick first, faggot." I climbed back through the curtains and found him completely naked, laying on the sleeper bed. I quickly undressed and tossed my clothes into the corner. Once naked, I climbed up on the sleeper and crawled between his legs. I took his soft black dick in my mouth and began to suck on his foreskin. I sucked and gently chewed on his forskin. Flicking my tongue across it as it began to swell in my mouth. As his cock hardened, I slid my tongue up into his puckered foreskin and twirled my tongue around his swelling cockhead. Once his cock was fully hard, my lips pushed his foreskin over his cockhead and I began to suck further down his shaft. I sucked, licked and worshiped his cock as it was reaching it's full 9" inches. I licked down his cockshaft, then began to suck and lick his massive balls. He lifted his legs to his chest. "Eat my ass, fag!" I licked down under his balls and finally down to his asshole. My tongue explored his hole as he spread his asscheeks to give me more access to his hole. I'm licking and eating his hole as I hear the door to his cab opening. Someone's climbing in and I hear the door slam shut. The curtain's part and in the dim light I can see the figure of a guy coming back into the sleeper cab. I'm trying to see who it is that's come in. But my face is deeply buried between this black truckers ass and I can only make out that someone is removing his clothes as I continue to eat and lick the hot, black hole. Finally, I come up for air and take a look at the new arrival. He's a white guy. About 6' feet tall. Thin build. Long, straggly, grey hair to his shoulders. A short grey beard. And it looks like his smooth chest and arms are covered in tattoos. As I reach down to my pants that are laying on the floor to pull my poppers and lube from my pants pockets, the newcomer steps up to me and puts his semi hard cock up to my face. "Suck his dick, fag", my trucker buddy commands. The white guy puts his cock to my lips and I begin to suck it. I hadn't really seen his cock until it was in my face, since the light was so dim. Holy Shit! Even soft, his cock was quite a monster. Even bigger than the black trucker. The white guys cock doesn't seem to grow as I suck it. I suck and suck, but even after a couple of minutes of sucking, there's no growth. "Not sure this is gonna work, Damon? I told ya' that few guys have got me hard", the white guy said. So, the black trucker's name was Damon. We'd not gotten to the name stage with each other. I scoot over to Damon and take his still hard cock back into my mouth and suck him. I suck for just a few moments, then Damon say's "Eat my buddies ass, fag. That will get him hard". His white buddy turns and bends forward. I crawl over to his ass and spread his asscheeks. It smells a bit funky, but I'm turned on and want to get this new guy hard. I begin to lick and lap my tongue on his asshole. I hear a soft moan as I lick his hole. It's an awkward angle, but I'm able to get my tongue up into his hole a bit. As I'm licking his ass, I reach between his legs and take hold of his cock. It has swelled a bit. That encourages me to get my tongue deeper up into his str8 asshole. Finally, I climb down onto the floor and ask the white guy to bend over onto the bed. I again begin to eat this str8 trucker's ass. Then he turns around and, sure enough, his cock has hardened. He's easily at least 9" or 9 1/2" inches and much thicker than Damon. He's got a very impressive piece of meat. I wrap my lips around it and take as much as I can down my throat. "How is it, Bill", Damon asks? "You're right. He's got a nice mouth on him", Bill replies. "Kneel on the bed, fag", Damon barks. "He's ready for my dick in his pussy". I climb up on the bed. I've still got my poppers and lube in my fist. I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and lube up my asshole. Then I lift the bottle of lube. Damon takes the lube from my hand and begins to lube up his bbc. I'm sniffing poppers as I position myself on the edge of the cabs bed. Damon lubes up his cock and then hands the lube to Bill. "Lube up, buddy. It's time to show this faggot how real men fuck". The black trucker steps up to my ass and pours a bit more lube onto my hole and pushes it in. He slaps his cock against my hole a few times. Then he lines up his dick and slides up into me. He has no concern as to whether it's hurting me or not. He just keeps pushing as it slides up into me. I'm sniffing poppers like crazy. Because it is hurting. But, I know it will do no good to ask him to slow down. So, I just grit my teeth, groan a bit and sniff poppers. Thankfully, it only takes a few minutes before the pain goes away. And it begins to feel good. He's really slamming into me. His body is slamming against me, making a slapping sound as he pounds my hole. Then all of a sudden, he pulls his bbc from my ass with a "plop". "Try this ass, buddy. Tell me what you think?" Damon says. Bill steps up behind me. Thankfully, he's lubed his cock, because he also begins to quickly slide into me. Showing no mercy as his large, thick, white monster cock slides up into me. I'm again sniffing deeply on the poppers as he fills my hole with his huge cock. "FUCK! This feels nice", Bill says. "Fuck Yeah! I can fuck this ass". BIll's now slowly pulling from me, then slamming back up into me. Then he'd pull out and slam back in. He's going all the way out of me, then all the way back into me, balls deep with each thrust. It's driving me wild. He' fucking me slow, but steady and it feels awesome. "Fuck me, Bill. Fuck my hole, buddy. My pussy is yours. Pound me" Bill seems to like the encouragement. He's grabbed me around the waist and begins to ram it into me. He's fucks me hard and deep for about 5 minutes. Then lets out a load groan and begins to shake as his cock empties into my ass. I'm squeezing and milking his cock as he trembles. Finally he pulls from me and stumbles back against the side wall. Damon climbs off the bed and positions himself behind me. He puts his cock to my hole and rams up in me in one quick thrust. "Augh".........I moan as he slams in me. He immediately grabs my waist and begins to pump. He must have really been ready to fuck, because he only takes a few minutes of deep and intense fucking before he's growling and filling my ass with his load. The fucking is all over too soon. But, I dress and climb down from the cab knowing that I have two full loads of str8 cum inside me. I leave the truck stop and stop at one of the xxx bookstores on the way home. Took another load in my ass and one in my mouth in a video booth before finally heading home to wake up to wet, cummy sheets.

Wondering how many people who bareback or bug chase suffer from depression? I do, and my psychiatrist thinks this may be related. As in risk taking behavior/self destructive. Unrelated but interesting/hot, his husband barebacks behind his back....so there's that too. Ran into him in a bathhouse and had some fun.

Guys continually ask why married [straight] guys hook up with fags. After all, if they get it on with another guy are they really "straight"? I can give you five reasons: [1] their wives/girlfriends won't suck their cocks, [2] their wives/Girlfriends won't swallow their loads, [3] their wives/girlfriends won't suck their balls, [4] their wives/ girlfriends won't suck their tits, [5] their wives/girlfriends won't eat their asses. There you go: five things men love and the bitches won't give it to them.

It wasn't a test for him, it was a certification. He knew the results. He sat there reminiscing about that night four months ago. The initial pain, and then intense pleasure had by all three of them would live in his mind forever. God damn they were hot! Daniel had connected over the internet with two rough biker guys, and had finally talked them into participating in his plan. He had invited them to the city, paid for their gas as well as a cheap hotel room. The visions of that night flashed in his mind, the night he gave into his dark side. "I wanna know the men who infect me, I wanna know my breeders" he told them. They agreed to perform the job and met him at the hotel. The encounter wasn't tender or romantic - it was rough and primal, filled with lots of grunting and moaning and completely filthy talk. Even Daniel found himself surprised by his own words, particularly when he begged the bikers to "Yes, yes give me your AIDs load, Daddy," adding "Knock me up good papa!" The bikers had introduced themselves as Jeff and Jim, but Daniel doubted the names they supplied were accurate, and the anonymity of the experience heightened the excitement. The bikers also got into the occasion, striving to satisfy Daniel's cravings by exclaiming "Sick lil' fucker! Lay there and get AIDs! Yeah you like these poz dicks up your lil fag twat!" One of the men went to far as to break into laughter as he shot his load into Daniel, labeling him "...another diseased cunt." The other guy was equally creative, exclaiming "Bang, you're dead now, motherfucker," as he blew his toxic cum into Daniel's ass. Daniel also remembered when the bikers spat on him and slapped him around. Laying on the bed on his stomach with his leg out to the side, he was bred hard as if his comfort didn't matter. Because it didn't. Sitting there remembering the night of his pozzing he was getting hard. Then two staff members walked into the waiting room, neither of whom Daniel knew, but he followed them into a private conference room where one of the two, a woman, as Daniel recalled, closed the door and explained "Your test is complete but I'm afraid we have some unfortunate results. You're HIV positive, Daniel, but not to worry," she added, "the diagnosis isn't bad as it was years ago, and we're here to help you." Daniel covered his mouth to mask his smirk. The woman mistook his gesture as indicating he was breaking down. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I really need to use the men's room," Daniel politely explained as he stepped through the door. As he left, Daniel thought "This is similar to my experience with Jeff and Jim. It's just like when, just before they left, they slipped me a heavy duty sleeping pill, leaving me to sleep through the entire night, naked, with a a plug up my cunt so their tainted seed would have time to incubate inside my ass." His wallet was empty, but that meant nothing to him. Stepping into the men's room, he could barely walk. Once there he removed the plug he had kept in his hole almost continuously for several weeks. He had been determined to make the most of his time with Jeff and Jim, and the presence of the plug kept his hole permanently dilated. Once he was behind the door of the restroom, he removed the plug, as he wanted to appreciate the work Jim and Jeff's cocks did on his rectum. The plug hit the floor with a thud. A large glob of cum oozed out of him. It must have been the load he took from a man he chanced to meet on the street, a load Daniel took while standing in a small, dirty alley, scarcely a block from the medical office where he had received the good news. Not wanting to waste the precious sperm, Daniel dropped to his knees and licked up the load, and then reinserting the plug, Daniel fixed his clothing, and slipped out the emergency exit. He had no interest in hearing a lecture on being positive or on safe sex. He had more important things to do than waste his newly certified freedom on a lecture. As he walked around the corner he loaded the Uber app on his phone and got a lift. Then he sent a text to a friend saying "Hey, wanna fuck and take my load?" His friend responded quickly "Fuck yeah, I want your load. I haven't had it in months!" Daniel smiled thinking "Oh, the freedom!"

Had a great time at CumUnion last night. Played around with a bunch of guys, fucked and got fucked, loaded a muscle daddy's hole. Took a nap in my room then went out to wander. I ran into a friend/acquaintance that I've know for many years. We made out, stroked and sucked a little. He's always been a condom advocate. After a while I moved on. A half hour or so later I went into the video room and saw my friend fucking a bear on the platform in the middle of the room. I watched for a few minutes before realizing that my friend was fucking him raw! A little while later he pulled his bare cock out of the bear and left the room. I left and wandered as well. I ended up in the video room again wanking with a few other guys. My friend came into the room and sat next to me. I reached over and grabbed his cock as he grabbed mine, slicking each other with our lubed hands. I turned my head toward him and started making out. After a few minutes his cock had hardened and become so thick I could barely reach my fingers around it. I thought, "What the hell", stood up moved over and started to squat over his fat cock. He grabbed my hips and guided me down. Damn was that a fat cock. My insides screamed as I forced my hole down to the base. He groaned out, "Fuck yeah!" As I bottomed out. He started thrusting up as I rode his cock. After a while he asked if I wanted to move to the platform. We moved and he flipped me on my back, rendered my battered hole and started kissing me again. He picked up the pace and started slamming me hard as we both moaned. Eventually he said "I'm going to shoot!" I said "Breed me!" He said "Fuck yeah!" As he started shooting a huge load deep inside me. We continued making out as we came down from our lust high. Just before he pulled out he said, "I've wanted that for a long time". I said "Me too!" As he got up to leave I realized the room had filled up with guys wanking their cocks. One of them moved between my legs and squatted down while pushing my knees toward my chest again. It was the daddy bear I'd bred earlier. He let out a low groan as he descended toward my hole. He thrust his tongue into my cum filled hole and commenced licking and sucking until he had a mouthful of my friend's cum. He then moved up and started kissing me and pushing the load in my mouth. He pulled back and said, "Tasty", I said, "Fuck yeah". As we continued making out and swapping my friends load I felt his cock nudging my hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me. He hadn't been very hard when I fucked him earlier s I didn't realize how huge his cock was. He was a little longer and even thicker than my friend. He eventually bottomed out and started gently thrusting into my used cumhole. He said, "I'm not going to last long". I said, "Do it!" He picked up the pace and pounded me for a few minutes then tensed up and bellowed as he unloaded. I screamed, "Fuck yeah!" Soon his dick softened and dropped out of my wrecked hole. I felt cum oozing out. I reached down and gathered up some of the ooze, brought it to my mouth Ate and sucked it from my fingers. I gathered up some more and fed it to Daddy. I said, "Tasty!", he said, "Fuck yeah!" Best CumUnion in a long time!

...sorry about that; Mr. Cold hands came by with a few buddies (don't fret, here in a bit is when I first meet him). Now where was I? oh yeah... * continued And while this new Big Cock Fucked my hole his two remaining friends got on either side of me , bent over the back of the couch in a similar fashion. The one on my left handed me a bowl and said, " lets get spun" Then the fella on my right repeated what his friend had said; as I added; "and fill me with lots of Cum!" "Here it is little Slut, have my 3 months of Spunk !!!" That got me going again; as I literally tried to fuck his legs off, he screamed like an Indian on the war path, and he pumped so much cum in my hole I felt, and sure I looked like a Cum Foutain! Blowing out huge clouds, being pumped over full with Cum; I did feel delicious. 'Lil Spun Cock Whore Exhibitionist Cum Slut Delicious When #2 pulled out, I could barley keep it in me as it ran down the insides of my thighs... I Love being a Wanton Cum Slut, just being used for my holes. Feels so right!!! Now this 3rd fella was just starring at my Cock Hole with Cum running out of me, his hand strangling a Giant Porn Quality Cock.... I said, "mount up hand, I don't want to be here sucking wind to long; Fuck me please...! He looked from my Twat and back up into my eyes several times; and finally muttered, "I don't know? I might cum too quick!" I had to giggle; "Babe I Love quickies, if you shoot to quick hell I'll let you Fuck me again; and again... You get the picture? I'm not sure what he said; he just mumbled something and got in behind me and went to work for a good four minutes! And then he started sounding like the Big Bad huff'n and puff''n like he was about get after those pigs in the story. ...when he started holler'n, "I'm shoot'n a buch more cum up in ya; do you want it all?" Well sir; that's when I put it down into low gear and worked back on his Cock like my life depended on it! * to be contiued

Thanks for the great review. A sexual athlete like me could ask for nothing better. I have to say my first CumUnion was utter bliss from start to finish. I drove down to Atlanta the afternoon of the event and checked into the Cheshire Inn, a nearby hotel with a rep for being gay cruising friendly. I got settled in, left the blinds open and stripped down to begin my preparations for the evening, must of which involved hosing out my horsehole so it was squeaky clean and ready for the kind of heavy use I enjoy. I also brought a couple of my oversize toys from bad-dragon along with me and enjoyed taking those for a little while. After that I dressed in short body hugging gym shorts and a t-back tank top and headed over to Manifest. I was among the first guys to check in and eagerly stripped down. I carried a bottle of lube with me for part of the night even though by an hour in a was cum filled enough to not need it. Within 10 minutes of entering the front door of Manifest I was already taking my first cock in the form a nicely hung black guy. His load started off my evening and from there I went out to explore the rest of the club and its corridors, slings and open mating areas. My first stop was up a set of stairs towards the back where a group of guys were already going at it. A thick cocked young latin guy who would later fuck me started out by letting me suck on his sizable manhood. Then as I stood up his fingers groped my fucked hole and he slid a finger in. Realizing the kind of hungry hole I had he quickly retracted the finer and then reinserted four. While that was stimulating my ecstasy overdrive a guy on the landing below (this area has three tiers above ground level) was sucking my fat meat and stroking it while my ass was being semifisted and then fucked. From there I wandered down and into the dark area, which, once you became accustomed to the semi darkness it was easy to make out bodies and such. A guy felt my body, then my cock and my hole. As soon as his hands felt the moisture of lube and cum around my open hole he immediately slid his own cock in and began to fuck me. This was followed by another and another and another. This kind of scenario repeated itself for a good while and I gained some more cum in my jock hole. There was a lull in the action so I decided to explore some more. It was here that I found the fuck bench. I love fuck benches even more than slings. Not only are they very comfortable for the bottom by it puts you in the kind of position an animal would be in on a breeding far when it got mated. I was on the fuck bench all of a minute before the first guys was inside me. The guys took turns and I sucked a couple of guys while others were plowing me. It was great to look up and see guys getting off watching the amount of use I was getting, though I was amazed at how my guys stayed mostly clothed throughout the night. I love a good audience like that. One couple tag teamed me for a bit and I enjoyed the long cock of one and the fat cock of another. During this run of guys that lasted a god long while I got bred by justsexnowatl and it was great taking his load in with the others that were filling my well used fuck guts. Even with the heavy use my hole had received, which included a good deep fucking by another black horsehung guy, I still wanted more, so after a short break to get some water I returned for additional use on the fuck bench like the Breed Steed I am. After a while I took a break, which allowed another guy enjoy the bench, while I returned to the dark area. One thing I loved about it was that it was dim so you could barely see all the guys in there and it was great as they felt my body and slid their hands along my beefy ass crack to feel my gaping hole and cum drenched hind quarters. That seemed to inspire each one to have to slide into me and fuck me some more. I then followed that up with getting fucked by several different guys while bent over a sling in one of the short hallsways. From there I returned to the dark are for the third and final time. This was the best as it was late by then and guys who had been resisting the urge to nut were now all about it and I gained a number of loads in quick succession. It was hot feeling my ass so trashed that the moment a guy pulled out I could feel a noticeable increase in the amount cum that flowed from my well fucked jock cunt. I ende the night with over 40 partners, (although admittedly some of the guys with whom I played in the darker areas of the club could have been repeats), and got a solid 21 loads in my ass. I returned to my room, my ass sloppy with cum, deliberately leaving the blinds open, I slept naked in the beds (which were quite comfortable), awakening at 6:30 AM, well rested after five hours of sound. Having left the blinds open (as well as Grinder) paid off as, between 6:30 and 8:30 when I check out I was bred three more times. On the drive home nut juice leaked from my hole, and when I stopped the car at a rest area my crack of my bubble ass was slick with cum that I could feel as I walked. I returned home satisfied but hungry for more--and just a little sad I couldn't have sex like that everyday.

Sydney, Australia. This is a true story. A few days ago Australia celebrated Anzac Day, in which we remember the Australian armed servicemen and women who died during wars and other conflicts. Anyway, the day ended with a few beers and a game called ‘Two up’, which according to Wikipedia is "...a traditional Australian gambling game, involving a designated 'spinner' throwing two coins or pennies into the air. Players bet on whether the coins will fall with both heads (obverse) up, both tails (reverse) up, or with one coin a head, and one a tail (known as 'odds')." I decided to play at a local pub (bar) which ended up with about 3,000 patrons, mostly straight guys accompanied by their girlfriends. I should mention 'Two Up' is illegal to play, but the police usually turn a blind eye and allow the game to be played for a few hours. Before the night was out I took three loads, but first a bit about myself. I'm in my mid-50s, I have a #1 buzz cut, 175 cms, 76 kgs, and my cock is 6.5 inches, cut and shaved. Oh, and I have a Prince Albert piercing. I was in the toilets at the urinal, surrounded by a group of straight boys, ages between 18 and 25 years. Most were checking each other's cock, with one guy in particular paying attention to my P.A. This guy was aged 22 years, 175 cms, 70 kgs, 7 inches, uncut. He sucked me for a minute after which I blew him for about 25 minutes, eventually swallowing his load. That night I also took a load of a supposed straight guy I met online. He was 35 years or so old, 175 cms, 78 kgs and had facial hair. Now, I hate facial hair, but he had a nice body with prefect pecs and clipped chest hair. (Did I say he was straight? LOL.) Anyhow, he drop his pants presenting a three or four inch sock cock. "You're not going to fuck me with that,” I commented, but as I lubed his cock it grew to a six or seven inch length. He was clearly a grower, not a shower. He fucked me, dumping a good load. I could feel his cock pulsating as he shot his load up my arse. Afterwards I licked him clean and he left, but wait, there’s more. I found another guy online, a Christian from Iran. He was about 39 years old, 180 cms, 80 kgs, balding, hairy chest and about 7-8” uncut. He fucked me hard and rough, dumping his load. As with the straight guy with facial hair, I licked the Iranian's cock clean. And then he left. When I was alone I jumped down onto my bed in front of the mirror and pushed the cum out of my arse, spraying the mirror with two loads. Then I licked the mirror clean. OINK……….cum, piss, cock and fist pig. ffozstyle@gmail.com

I need to personally thank Read1 for recommending the Club 120 party. Holy wow, that event is what I thought CumUnions would be like. It was a little weird to be going (and leaving) an orgy party during daylight hours (party ran from 4pm-8pm), but it was so well worth it. I was there from 5 till 7:30. Based on Read1's other reviews I think they were expecting a big turnout this time, not only were there 4 slings setup, but they also had a "fantasy fuck wall" (think/Google "Czech Gay Fantasy" -- that's almost exactly the setup they had for this wall). The turn out was great - at least 60 guys probably more (>200 signed up). Sadly the fuck wall wasn't in use hardly at all since it was on the main floor and most of the action was happening on the floor above it where all the slings where. I spent a little time in one and didn't have a single taker. Upstairs however, I got plenty. It was pretty crowded and all I really had to do was lean over the railing with my ass pointed out and grin at anyone who gave me a pat -- this lead to me getting fucked by 6 or 7 different guys over the course of the evening with a couple returning to my hole to take another turn several times. One of the guys who fucked me invited me into a sling where I stayed for a while and had lots of spectators and a couple guys taking turns on my smooth hole -- it was my first time in an actual sling and for sure won't be my last. Finally near the end of the evening (who wants to cum early?!) I got 3 loads of cum shot nice and deep into me. One by an older beefy muscle guy, one by a thicker asian dude, and one by a tall bro-y looking white dude. As if all this wasn't enough a super cute tiny asian twink rimmed and blew me until I was ready to cum. We were standing beside a very hairy guy wearing a wrestling singlet taking loads in the sling -- his hole opened for use just as I was ready to blow (perfect!) -- it was very wet and clearly well-fucked, AND he cleaned me off too. I'm still pretty new to bath-houses and big sex parties, I was pretty shy and nervous up until about Jan of this year when I started PReP. I always kind of thought bathhouses would be a non-stop gay orgy and events like CumUnion would just add to that, and while I always get some action, it's never been quite the experience I envisioned (honestly, why are guys so shy at the bathhouse?! We all know why we're there!). This party at Club 120 was wholly different and exactly the kind of uninhibited piggy sex I've always been fantasizing about. Can't wait for the next one (May 14th! Come to Toronto!). Let me know if you saw me there, I was wearing the same turquoise jock as in my profile pic.

Daddy leaned forward and slipped his thick tongue (so may things of Daddy's are soooooo thick!!) into the pig's open panting mouth! The tweaked up cumslut sucked Daddy's tongue in with a loud groan of lust. I watched them making out for a few moments while I watched Daddy's hips swiveling slightly, pressing his leaking bare POZ cock more firmly against the hungry bottom's wet ass lips. Daddy pulled back just far enough to give me room to place the pipe between his lips and light it for him. Trevor watched with hungry numb eyes as Daddy inhaled deeply, looking directly into the pig's eyes as he filled his lungs full. When he had all he could hold, he looked at me and nodded letting me know that it was time, then he leaned down and placing his lips on Trevors, proceeded to give him a huge shotgun. As this started, I leaned down to Trevor's ear and whispered loud enough for him and Daddy to hear, "It's time pig. Take Daddy's BIG "toy"! Enjoy it!" At that exact moment, I grabbed onto the boi's shoulders to hold him down as I watched Daddy's hips pull back a fraction, then move forward forcefully, pushing his raw, thick POZ cock into Trevor's virgin neg chemmed-up hole. The boy's eyes flew open wide even as he was taking the shotgun as he felt the hard fat Daddy dick penetrate his ass lips and begin entering where no dick had ever been. He tried to thrash but between my hands on his shoulders and Daddy laying on top of him, his efforts were useless. "That's what you wanted, isn't it boi?", I asked him. "Something BIG to fill you up completely? That's what our leather Daddy is giving you. Just what you begged for. Feel it open you up. Feel it fill your hole. Enjoy it, pig. Daddy is giving you pleasure...and so much more!" As I finished, Daddy pulled his lips from Trevor's and smiled darkly at the boi beneath him, being impaled on Daddy's lethal cock. Before Daddy ccould say anything, Trevor, blew out a huge cloud from the shotgun and yelled out, "Oh, fuck, Daddy! It's too big! Take it out! Please!! I don't think I can take it! Oh gawd, it's so big!!" Daddy stopped the movement of his hips and looked into the pig's black eyes. "You said you wanted something big, boi. Daddy wants to please you just like you want to please him. I'm giving you my big hard toy to fill up your hole, to stretch you wide and deep. Take it boi. Make your Daddy happy..and I promise you I'll give you things you never even imagined. Breathe deep and look into my eyes. Let your need take over. Me and my pig boy are here to please you as you please us." I slid the pipe back between his lips and lit it, delighting in the way he automatically began inhaling. "That's it, pig", Daddy said softly and seductively. "Suck that smoke in. Let it help you enjoy the first of many of Daddy's gifts. Give in to your needs." I pulled the pipe from Trevor's lips and watched him slowly blow out a thick white cloud. "Oh fuck, Daddy, it's so huge...and hard. I didn't think it would hurt so much...but...but....fuck it feels good too! I can feel my hole opening and wanting it. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck that hard big toy into my ass! Fill me up!! Oh fuck yessssssssssssss!!" "You got it, pig!", Daddy croaked and slammed the remaining inches into the cumwhore's awakening hole!

Pass the Bottom My boy and I are both pretty versatile, but lately, he's been getting more into topping. Now, I like to get fucked every now and then, but not as often as he's been interested in topping, so we decided to open our relationship up a bit and find other guys for him to fuck. We've always played bare with each other and only felt it natural to let him fuck other guys raw too. We've placed a few ads online and hooked up with some hot guys for some pretty steamy times. Sometimes I'd fuck the guy after he pulled out, sloshing around in the bottom's hole, already well-lubed and well-fucked. Maybe we hooked up with six or seven different guys, but one, Tom, was really special. In fact Tom was absolutely adorable. He was no taller than 5' 6” and had a tight little swimmer's body. He kept his strawberry blond hair close cropped, which butched him up a bit. I loved watching my boy plow his raw hole. Tom would bounce up and down on my boy's pole with his head thrown back. He could ride for as long as we could give it to him. Hot. After a really hot three-way, we were piled on our bed with Tom's legs spread wide and his hole loose and cummy with both of our deposits. He asked if we'd be interested in joining him and some fuckbuds for a party. We said sure and he sent our email addresses to Dylan, the guy putting the fuck party together. We got an email from Dylan a few hours later. Here's what he wrote: Dudes, We're a group of guys who like to fuck bare and like to share. We lost two tops and Tom says you guys would fit right in. Condoms provided but not necessary. Frankly, few guys wear them. The bottoms prefer to take their tops' loads home in them. Cum play... We were boned just thinking about it and made sure to clear our schedules. The next Saturday night, we arrived at a fancy house in a really expensive neighborhood. Dylan answered. He was fucking hot. Must have been over six foot tall. Wide shoulders, trim waist, and washboard abs pressed against a tight black muscle-t. He had red hair and big green eyes. Without knowing if he was a top or a bottom, I knew my boy and I would have fun with him either way. Dylan escorted us down to the basement where there were a few guys waiting. He introduced us around and we chatted up the guys. Dylan told us that we could discuss our favorite positions, top or bottom, and fetishes, but no one was the mention status. “Status?” I asked. “POZ or NEG, man. It brings the mood down if we know who we're playing with. Besides, isn't it more exciting not knowing?” Fuck, I thought. This might be more intense than we had planned, but from the growing bone in my boy's shorts, I knew he wanted to stay. I figured since we were both invited there as tops, the risk was really low anyway. My boy and I shook a few hands and groped a few hardening cocks as we mingled. Tom was there with another top friend of his, Andy, who wore a leather cap, was really skinny, and was in his 40s. When the last two guys arrived, Dylan grouped us into a circle. There were eight of us altogether, but it would up being five tops and three bottoms, not including Dylan himself. Dylan asked for a volunteer to switch sides and bottom. My boy's hand shot up in the air immediately without even asking me what I thought. I was a bit taken aback, especially since he had been so into topping lately. Dylan had him and the other three bottoms stand in a circle as he had the tops gather four chairs, plus one for him into a circle around them. “We're gonna start tonight with a round of PASS THE BOTTOM.” “Fuck yeah!” one of the guys shouted. Dylan continued, “Here's how it works. While I play some music, you tops will have about twenty seconds with a bottom in your lap before you have to pass him to the next top. If you don't have a bottom in your lap when the music stops, you loose an article of clothing. If you wind up with your date on your lap when the music stops, you get to remove an article of your bottom's clothing. And remember, there are condoms in the bowl if any of you are chicken...” I did a head count and realized that the numbers were off because the rest of the couples had been invited top/bottom. The rules seemed pretty simple. Dylan sat down to my left and clicked his phone to start the music and the bottoms picked a top and started grinding in his lap. A hot skinny black guy started first with me. He sat down with his back to me and ground his tight ass against my crotch. I reached around and tweaked his nipples. He got up, and the next round, I was without a bottom. I looked two guys to my right to see my boy writhing on the lap of a really big beefy bald guy. The guy had his hand snaked into my boy's shorts and must have been working his nuts or his ass. The top next to me was a lean gym bunny. He had both hands down the back of the black boy's shorts. Then, came the switch. Tom wound up on my lap and straddled me, sticking his tongue into my mouth as he ground against my crotch. A middle-aged guy with a bit of a gut sat down on me next. He sat down so hard that he practically knocked the wind out of me. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my head then grabbed my hand and shoved it down the back of his shorts. He whispered into my ear, “I've had my eye on you, stud. Like what you feel down there?” My fingers found his loose ass all greased up and ready for fucking. I grunted, “YEAH!” and he hopped up. Just after he pulled off to sit on the next guy, Dylan stopped the music. My boy was in Dylan's lap and I was alone. I pulled my shirt over my head as the guys clapped and Dylan restarted the music. My boy plopped down on top of me, grinding away. I reached my hand into his crotch and could feel a puddle of precum there already, moistening the basket of his jockstrap. “Gotta make the next round faster! I want to end up in your lap so I can loose some clothes!” Instantly, the skinny black guy was back on my lap. He worked my nipples hard with his fingers and slipped his tongue in my mouth. He was a great kisser. I grabbed his bubble butt with both hands and helped him dry hump my crotch. Tom skipped over Dylan and was next in my lap. “Having fun, so far?,” he teased as he sat down on my lap. He reached behind himself and started unbuckling my jeans. “Is that against the rules?,” I asked. “The rules are gonna go to shit in a few minutes... Looks like your boy's having a nice time too.” I peeked over Tom's shoulder and saw my boy on his knees in front of Andy. My boy was working down his tight jeans and Andy was forcing my boy's face into his swollen crotch against his briefs. Another switch brought the guy with the guy into my lap again, and then my boy. I'd never seen him so wild. He was fingering his own hole with his hands in his shorts when the music stopped. I yanked his shorts to the floor and he stepped out of them, leaving his ass exposed and beautifully framed with his jockstrap. So far, he was the only bottom with his hole exposed. I knew things were about to get interesting. As we passed the bottoms around again, I saw that some pants had been unbuttoned and some shorts pushed down, but all of the tops seemed to still have their underwear on. As much fun as I was having with those bottoms dry humping my underwear clad dick, I was equally turned on stealing glimpses of my boy's bare hole rubbing against five big hard underwear-clad precummy dicks. The bottoms were passed around three times before the music stopped. While the skinny black guy was wriggling on my lap, Tom wound up on Andy's lap. With Andy's jeans at his ankles, his cock was straining to pop out of his briefs. Tom helped him poke his dick through the slit as he pulled off his own shorts revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear. Before the music started, Tom aimed Andy's dick at his hole and sat right down it with a loud gasp. Dylan restarted the music and pulled Tom down in his lap. I didn't have a bottom, so I looked to one side and saw my boy pulling the bald guys shorts up and freeing his drooling massive cock. He was slipping his asshole over the hard cock smearing the bald's guys precum all over his hole. I jerked my head to the left as I saw Dylan sink his cock into Tom's hole. I couldn't help but pull my underwear down and fist my cock. When they switched, Tom sank right down onto my dick as the guy with the gut shucked down his shorts and took Dylan's bare cock. My boy was bouncing up and down on Andy's tool with his head thrown back in ecstasy. By now the rules were out the window and all bottoms were getting barefucked. Dylan kept the music playing and the bottoms kept moving from guy to guy. I was amazed at how silky and tight Tom's hole was compared to the loose wet sloppy cunt on the guy with the gut. We kept passing each bottom after a few strokes in their hole. Dylan yelled, “Round and round and round they go. Who gets a TOX load, nobody knows!!!” I realized that at least one of the top must have been POZ. I wondered if my boy wanted to take my load or someone else's. When he came by I asked him as I grabbed his ass, raising it onto my dick. “You want my load, or you want one that might be charged?” “I can get your load whenever I want it. I wonder whose I'll get!” With that he winked at me and pulled off of my dick and mounted the gym bunny to my right. I knew I was getting close and thankfully I only had a few strokes in each bottom's ass before they were passed. I loved knowing that I was mixing my precum with each top in all of those asses. The gym bunny was the first to cum, with Tom on his lap. He held Tom's shoulders down and shot his load deep with strong thrusts, raising his muscled ass off of the chair. “I'm taking his load!!!!!!!!,” Tom shouted. That send Andy over the edge and he came hard in the black guy's ass. Those guys pulled their chairs out of the circle leaving me, the bald guy, and Dylan, passing around my boy and gut-heavy guy with the loose hole. We passed them around between us about three times before Dylan lost his load deep up my boy's raw, used ass. The bald guy was balls deep in the guy with the gut and exclaimed, “Help me out over here. He's so loose I can barely feel a thing!” I hopped out of my chair and slid into that sloppy stretched-out hole right alongside the bald guy's thick tool. Finally, I could feel some friction. The bald guy fired off first and I followed suit coating the sloppy cunt with my load. Dylan started applauding and the guys all joined in. My boy had his arms wrapped around Andy and Dylan. “So, can we talk status now?,” he asked. Dylan and Andy smiled at each other and they pulled their shirts over their heads. Andy had a red biohazard tattoo over his left pec and Dylan had a black one around his navel. The gym bunny and the bald guy took off their shirts too, but no tattoos. “Just 'cause we're not marked doesn't mean we're not carrying charged loads!,” grunted the bald guy. Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders saying, “I think me, you, and your boy might be the only guys here who are still NEG.” My boy was weak at the knees, and not from shock, but from elation. “I guess I'm going to get it sooner or later. Anyone want to go for round two and make it happen tonight?” The tops all shouted, “Hell yeah!”, “Fuck yes!” I knew he wanted to be the center of attention. As each guy who wanted to fucked him, I cradled his head and kissed him. Dylan pulled out just before he was ready to cum and slipped behind me. As the bald guy bred my boy, I took my first and only cock of the night. Dylan filled my hole with his toxic spunk before pulling out. All in all, I only took one POZ load compared to my boy's four!

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

Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete. Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him. We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday. Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on. Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off” He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete. He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?” I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works. “Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape. Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos. “So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear. The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.” That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this” I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said. He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.” Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me. What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs. Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.” After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt” Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me. Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon. With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was. “Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left. Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled. “Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?” “Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered. “Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer. “I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted. Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.” “and this is Mick...” Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes. “Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing. “What do you think Mick?” “Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.” With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side. “Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.” My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet. I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on. Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand. The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages. Kev injected me and released the tourniquet. I gasped and coughed. The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete. Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me. “Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said. Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off: “Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning” Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts. Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision. Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy” Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet. I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness.... I woke up with a start. I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss. “Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?” I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too. “Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete, I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg. “I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete. I became harder. Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock. I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror. Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum” With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled. I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away. Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice: “Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”

I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....

I can't remember a worse night than than the night when Hillary lost to that asshole who's in office now. I was already depressed about a number of things, and this just added to the deepness of it, Both of my parents were dead and in the ground. I was an only kid and had nobody in the world to love me. Yeah -- I had a few friends, but they had their own lives. They had kids even. I don't know why they bothered -- the world would be ending soon. Trump was bullying every country in the world. He wanted a big war. and even though, at 37, I was past drafting age I was afraid of the bombs that would be dropping on our country. I didn't want to die of radiation burns. I sunk deeper into a funk. Maybe radiation would not be so bad. You had to give it a chance.. I guess. I sat and waited. That's when the phone rang. Could it be work, asking where I was? No -- I'm pretty sure I was fired automatically for not showing up at my desk for the last week. The call was from a friend I'll call "Calvin". He hadn't seen me around or heard from me in so long. "I thought you'd moved or something". "No. But We're all about to move, ya know? Like off the planet? Do you know what it'll be like? To go outside one morning and have fire rain down on you from the sky??!" "Oh God. You're depressed again. What did I tell you? Get some meds. I'm on Lexepro and happy as a little clam. Do you still have the name of my doctor?" I liked Calvin. He was almost short enough to be called a 'little person' and gay as could be. We knew each other in college somehow. He was HIV+ and still took rigorous care of his health despite that particular obstacle. "Trump's going to get us in a war with Russia and North Korea and Iran and China...and we're going to be wiped out. I know it." "Oh shut the fuck up, Idiot. I just need to get you laid". "And maybe you need to get me poz." silence "That's your depression talking and I don't feel like hearing it right now", he then let out a heavy sigh. "I'd never do it to you anyway". "But you must know somebody who would". "Oh no. You're serious, aren't you?" "As a heart attack". "OK. I'll tell you a few names and then I'm washing my hands of it. Check your email in about an hour. Asshole." "OK. Bye." click. I clicked on CNN and checked out my window, searching the skies for missiles and explosions. I thought about my parents and how they had once lived peacefully on a little farm less that an hour from an air force base. I was almost glad they were dead because the incoming nukes would destroy the peaceful world they'd always known. There were two emails when I checked my laptop. The first was from Calvin: Hi Nut Case: I know two tops who are poz and willing to infect idiot neg guys like you. No matter what, call me afterward! 1. Edward G. lives North of the River and is very fond of young men, but he's almost 70 and not the least bit hot. Plus he's got a dungeon in his basement and likes to film everything. But his dick is GIGANTIC. 2. Terry R. is about our age and lives in your area. He fosters dogs that are up for adoption -- so I'm sure his place is a mess and smells. He isn't that cute, but I sent him your email and phone number already. He's poz, but thinking about going on meds soon. The second email was from # 2. Terry. Hello I'm Terry and ol' Calvin said you'd be interested in getting together. Want to meet at Silver's at around 7 pm for a drink? If that's too soon, I can make it later or on another day. Looking forward to talking to you soon. My phone number is ---------- Please call.' He sounded maybe a tad too upbeat, but you can't read tone in emails, I'd call him. In a minute or two. I waited all of twenty seconds before I dialed the number. He loved dogs after all. "Hello?" "Terry?" "Yes! Is this Tim? -- Calvin's friend? I'm so happy you called!" "And I'm so happy to talk to you. Do you still want to me a Silver's at 7? That's only a few blocks from me". "Yes. Absolutely. Don't dress up too much. I'm in my white overalls and grey t-shirt. I've been transporting some abandoned puppies to a shelter two counties away. They're adorable, but so scared of the world. Breaks my damn heart. I'll clean up as much as I can. But I'll be the white overalls guy. I have brown hair that's a little thin and a full beard and mustache. What do you like to drink? I'll have one ready." "Just beer...and maybe a shot of something. I'll be in jeans and a red t-shirt. I'm clean cut and have no facial hair". "Calvin already sent me a pic of you. You're cute as fuck! See you at 7!!" "OK." click It was almost 6 now. I showered and shaved and dressed in no time. I watched CNN for half an hour and convinced myself that I was doing the right thing. Death inside of me or death outside of me...what was the difference, really? I got to Silver's and found Terry right away. he was not bad looking at all...maybe a little chubby, but manly and he radiated friendliness. He had a mug of beer ready for me and a shot of something brown. I downed the shot immediately. Whiskey. And started in on the cold beer. "Next round's on me", I said. "No. No. I seldom drink. I'll have one tonight and then I have to get back to my foster dogs. They always need to walk or be cleaned up after. You can come help me if you want?" "Sure. Let's go." I drained my beer and stood up. Usually I jingled the keys in my pocket at this point, but I'd walked here and so I just fiddled with the coins, Tums and Chapstick tube I'd brought with me. Terry was parked right near the door. He had a big blue SUV with tons of cages in the back. "Let's go to your place...I'm currently overrun with dogs where I live. That okay?" "Sure. We're about fifteen seconds from my building." And then we were there. And inside my door. I wasted no time in unbuttoning the straps on his overalls and pulling them down to his feet. He kicked off his work boots, and just stood there in a t-shirt, boxers and white socks. I knew that under those boxers was a poz cock. I made a gesture with my head that he should strip all the way. I did. I was nude almost immediately. I wanted him so badly. Actually I wanted the death he could give me. But I had to be cool. We went to my bedroom where Terry finished stripping. He did smell a little like dog, but that's not the worst smell in the world. He lied spread-eagle on my bed and let out a relaxed groan. I knew he was tired. So I started massaging his feet, and then moved up to his legs. His unselfish personality took over and he pulled me up to him. We kissed a good long time. Let the bombs come. He broke away from my lips and got serious. "You really want to get fucked raw...by a poz guy?" "Yes. Now." He shifted himself on top of me. His dick was average size, but extremely hard. "I'll take care of you forever", he said in a lusty voice. My God - he was so gentle. He pushed the head of his dick into me slightly and let me get used to it by fractions of inches at a time. Once he was halfway inside, I reached around and grabbed his ample ass. He understood that meant he could go deeper - and he did. That poz dick was all the way inside of me and I briefly thought about a jet pilot flying over some country and dropping bombs without a thought in his head. He understood he was dropping death, but the target had it coming. Terry started furiously pumping and I felt it down to my tailbone somehow. And then he stopped suddenly and breathed in heavy gasps. The poz bomb had been dropped. World War 3 was now internal. There would be invasions and casualties and one side would eventually win. Terry and I live together now. He's on meds and so am I. I don't worry about the end of the world anymore because there about twenty dogs i have to worry about first. .

Nick is feeling much better and is fully recovered from the fuck Flu now. Jerry wants to put to work and will be pimping the both of us out to chasers who want a boy like Nick and me to Poz them. The deal works this , first you pay Jerry 50% of the money then the both of us will come over and give you our Poz cum and bring the party supplies to help you take what we are about to do to your hole, when you turn Poz you pay the rest and if you don’t become Poz in 2 months we will set up another appointment and do it again. As I have done this before 6 years ago when I first become Poz by Jerry I know what has to be done, with Nick having no idea whats expected of him I will help him on his first tour. We get to the house and this guy has some place and takes us to his play room, as this guy is into heavy BDSM and Nick has never seen a place like this. He ask how long I have been Poz and I say 6 years and off meds 6 months and how long has Nick been Poz just a few weeks as he rubs his hand over Nick face. We get down to business and once he see our naked bodies his eyes can look away as I take his arm and tie it off and see the flash of blood in the syringe and the look in his eyes and I push the plunger in. Nick eyes are looking at the table of syringe I laid out with his wet lips saying can I have one. I take a few shards of Tina and put them in his soon to be wreck hole, Nick takes out the family tooth brush that has wreck so many holes even my own. I tell him to put the tooth brush in his mouth and use it like he is brushing his teeth, when he is finish and his hole is no longer burning I take the brush had use it oh his hole till its nick and pink and Nick had a raging hard on. Nick does not have a Prince Albert yet to help cut the inside his hole up like I have.Nick spends no time getting his 8 inch dick in his hole as I get behind Nick and kiss his neck and work his soon to be pierced nipples. Nick can’t control him self by hold back and dumps his first load in real fast, as that is what happens with young boys.We have this guy so fuck up I take Nick over to the sling and spread his legs with and burry my face in his hole and work my tongue in deep and once he is ready I fuck him for a good hour before I explode in his hole. I know Jerry wont be happy as we are to give this guy all our loads, so we go back to work on him. I give him a few loads and some heavy slams and Nick last load in this guy I give Nick a slam just as he is shooting his load but only half and fill the rest of the syringe with Nick toxic blood then I give that syringe to the guy we are here to Poz. A few weeks later we hear he was very sick with the fuck flu and to celebrate Jerry takes to our friend to get his body piercings, Nick will get his nose , nipples, prince albert , tongue and guiche piercing just like me.

I think using an altered condom or removing one when decided to use can be morally wrong. As for lying about status that's more of a gray area since someone is only as negative as their last test results. Barebacking you know the risks and in doing so accept them no matter the best intentions.

[EricVideos] Dam Esco gets breeded by a thug. Young Mr. Esco is clearly flying high as a kite, gets chained to the bed and fucked without mercy.

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*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!)

New guy at work had a few of us over last night. There are 7 of us milling around on the deck. New guy was manning the grill and his boyfriend was in and out of the kitchen bringing drinks and keeping things lively. Everyone has had a few drinks and seems to be having a good time. New guy is funny and people are laughing at his stories. I head inside for a new drink and flirt with his boyfriend for a bit. He is flirting back just as much and asks if I want a tour of the house and I say sure. He shows me quickly through the first floor and then heads upstairs. I am enjoying watching his ass stretch the fabric of his shorts with each step. I take a chance and reach out to rub his ass and he stops and pushes back on my hand. He gropes my crotch and finds my cock well on its way to being hard. He grabs my hand and pulls me into their bedroom and says we don’t have much time. I undo my shorts and push them down as he falls to his knees and sucks me deep. He looks up at me as he takes my cock then says he needs me to fuck him. He stands up and pulls me over to the window and we can see the others outside on the deck as he pushes his pants down he bends over. He tells me he has new guys load in him already so I line up and he pushes back on my cock. We both know we don’t have much time so we get to fucking. I am pushing deep into him as we watch his boyfriend out on the deck. I know I am not going to last much longer and ask where he wants my load. He says breed my hole, give me your load, mix it with his and that sends me right over the edge. We get ourselves back together and then head back outside.

The first time I ever had sex was with my uncle and his boyfriend. They lived a few blocks away and I would mow their yard and then jump in their pool. I would occasionally “catch” them fooling around but looking back on it I am sure they knew I was watching. One hot day, a cold beer, and skinny dipping in the pool turned into so much more. I can still close my eyes and clearly see both those hard cocks just as I did that day. I remember them sitting on the side of the pool kissing and swimming over to them and watching as my uncle pushed his boyfriends’ mouth down on his cock. I had never had sex and seeing it live and so close was amazing. My uncles’ boyfriend slipped back in the water, got behind me and inched me closer to my uncles’ cock. He rubbed his cock over my lips and I reached out and wrapped my hands around that thick shaft with his boyfriend behind me encouraging me to suck it. I licked and sucked my uncles’ cock like it was going to be my last meal. He got back in the water and we all three kissed and groped each other. Eventually we climbed out and my uncle told me he wanted to watch me fuck his boyfriend. He showed me how to eat his ass and get his hole ready. He got my cock slicked up with spit and lined it up with his boyfriend hole and guided me in. I could not believe how hot it was. We took turns fucking his boyfriend and then my uncle said he wanted my ass. I was scared but more turned on. He ate my hole and his boyfriend sucked my cock and then I was on my back with my legs on my uncles’ shoulders. He pushed into me that first time and it brought tears to my eyes I didn’t think I could take it but he leaned down and kissed me and slowly he worked more of his cock into me. He eased in but then just rammed into me balls deep and would give my virgin hole a few hard, rough pumps then ease off. Soon the pain turned into something amazing and I was begging for him to fuck me harder. We sucked and fucked each other all afternoon long. That was the first of many times we fooled around. That day started my obsession with fucking and cocks and cum.

Gorgeous cute cub couple invites me over as they live 50 metres from work they suggested I come for a quick session before work. Ahhh why not i thought.I got ther 40 minutes before I started. After some plesantries we headed to the bedroom. Some passionate 3 way kissing and me on my knees taking their cocks in my mouth. Daniel bent over and I rimmed his arse. He then suggested he sit on my face while his boyfriend rode my cock. It was amazing. I had a beautiful arse on my face while I felt his boyfriend go ballistic and bounce wildly on my cock. I then got on all fours and Daniel pounded me hard until he shot his load deep in me. While we took a breather I sucked jons cock. I asked to sit on it so he could stir up his fellas jizz. As it slid in and out the wet sound got sloppier and Jon threw me on my back and pummelled my pig hole. It wasn't long before he dumped his seed in my hole too. Off to work I went, cum still leaking out for most of the day until I met fuck number 3. A gorgeous ginger guy who fucks like a machine. He was in awe of my arse telling me how beautiful it looked and that he could smell and see the cum from my fucks that morning. He spoke of pimping me out to his mates who he was sure most would have never had a hole as hot as mine. He seemed genuinely in awe of everything about it. The pinkness, the softness, how loose it was. How much of a pig hole it was. He fucked hard and his facial expressions confirmed that he really loved fucking my cunt. He smiled as he was ramming it hard and said those magic words. Here it comes and then he was burying it deep he unloaded deep in me. Later that night the last guy I had came over to my place and proceeded to fuck me for 12 hours. With a few breaks to hydrate and catch our breath. In that time he blew 5 times. Best cum sloppy 48 hours ever! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59032b4bcc239 A before and after vid

KB is the best porn out there and exactly how I like to get fucked.

I was in LA for work, so of course I went to Slammer on Sunday afternoon. It was a slow start, and some of the setup had changed since I was last there. But it's even better. The back room is usually like a TIM film shoot, and last Sunday was no exception. Love how there's just enough light to see who you're playing with, and then it gets all hot and sweaty as more bodies pile in. I hooked up with a kid who filled out his wifebeater really nicely. I think he was Asian, judging from the hard, smooth bod and the feel of his hair as we were making out. In short order he was pushing my head down, first to his nips and then to his cock. Bending down was not enough; he wanted me on my knees. So down I went, with pleasure. His beautiful undock cock was just the right size to slide down my throat. He was holding my head and rocking on me, and I knew he was gonna blow. He rammed deep and let fly with a nice hot load, several pumps, and I had a belly full of cum. As he was zipping up, hands from behind slid under my arms to help me up. Turned out the hands belonged to a giant of a man, blond, bearded, and huge. The thing was, he didn't let me turn around, nor did he remove his arms from around me. Instead, he spun me to the fuck bench and started to push me down. I resisted, but he was way stronger than me, and he basically let me know that I wasn't going anywhere. I freaked at first, but decided you can't cry rape in the back room of Slammer, so I just caved. He yanked down my jeans and briefs, and pushed my head down and put one arm across my neck. I was pinned. One dude beside me must have seen the moment of struggle and started saying stuff like, "yeah, fuck him." Well, that just drew attention to the skewering that was about to happen. The bearded giant didn't say anything, but he just lined up and started poking at my hole. It was way too tight, but then I felt the icy glob of lube, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was gonna be bred. I knew nothing about him or his status, and I was in no position to ask or resist. I could still taste the Asian dude's cum, and I was totally turned on. As soon as people heard the sound of a wet hole getting fucked, and skin banging on skin, there were hands all over me, legs, arms, shoulders. It was the hottest thing I've ever done getting fucked in public by a stranger. He didn't last long, and he patted my ass after filling me up.

I definitely get into that. I've found that Manhandler Saloon is a prettty easy place for me to bend over & get gang banged by some daddies.

Nick is half awake and they are all finish eating out his blood red hole. I take the plug Jerry gave me to put in Nick ass and install the belt that will keep the plug in his hole till his body has absorb the cum that is still in Nick hole.The tray below has a lot of cum that was in his hole but leaked out, so I take the tray and put it in a 2 big glasses and give it to Nick to drink, he is so fuck up I hold the glass wile he gulps it down wile Jerry removes the catheter from his dick and after he has finish both glasses of pink cum its time for the bag of chem piss to drink and keep Nick hydrated for the ride home. Nick is a mess so I take him to the shower and his legs are real wobbly so I help him walking. Once inside the shower area a big applause breaks out for Nick as he was a big hit, a few could not believe he drank the cum & piss and he smells like a urinal. Nick ask whats in his ass I tell him a 2inch butt plug as I shower him off and Nick turns to me and gives me a passionate kiss and I respond as the more time I spend with Nick the more I’m falling for him. Jerry tells me to give a shot to knock out Nick for the ride home so he will relax and be comfortable. My mouth is sore from giving the ones with Prince Alberts on their dicks a BJ before or after they fuck Nick.Having a P.A. my self and other piercing I know the good and bad of caring body piercings. When we get home we carry Nick into the house and put him to bed, Jerry wants me to sleep with him and that I like but with both os us in chastity we will not be able to do much but cuddle and kiss, but that is OK with me right now.I love the feeling of his naked warm body in bed and Nick Loved it also. We are home 10 days from the 100 and Nick is not feeling well and 4 days later his body is aching with a 102 fever, nausea and vomiting,severe headaches. After a week Jerry calls the Dr to come over and check Nick out ,well Nick is now a member of the brotherhood for life , the DR ask do you want to put him on meds? Jerry says HELL NO as he has lined up a bunch of thous who want POZ cum in their holes from a young boy like Nick. I pay the DR as he takes me to the play room puts me in the sling gives a heavy slam and for the next few hours has his dick and fist in my hole.

Day 5 update. Took 12 cocks on Monday. Grand total cums to 141 cocks and 13 fist. That is my personal best and greatest accomplishment ever. What does IML hold? We shall find out next month

So here's a weird truism: the more desperate you are to get fucked, the less likely you are to get fucked. When you're not really looking to get fucked, you can't keep dicks out of your ass. Two weeks ago I went out really looking to catch some loads. Went back and forth between two bars, both were crowded but for some reason I couldn't get any attention. Went home horny and frustrated. Went out last night. Was open to getting fucked, but really just spent a lot of time hanging out. Made out with a hot jock from out of town, and ended up getting fucked by another tourist later. (After we hooked up he said, "I really hope you're over 21!" Which was strange because A.) we were in a bar, B.) Age of consent is 17 or 18, and C.) I'm almost 42, and while I'm fortunate to have good genes that make me look younger (my father is the same way) and it was fairly dark in the bar, no one is mistaking me for 21. Anyway.) Toward the end of the night I was about ready to head home, was making one last circuit of the bar when I saw a really hot group going - a young, slim twink looking guy was the center, he had a cock in his ass, a cock in his mouth, and a mouth on his cock. I wasn't planning to top, but when I do top that guy's look is a solid 10 for me, a total ideal. I hung back and watched, when the guy fucking him unloaded in his ass and pulled out, I leaned in and started eating him out. He loved it and we made out a little, so he could taste the cum that was in his ass. I was satisfied and decided it might be time to leave. A group had gathered around, A bunch of guys with their dicks out. The twinky guy turned around and offered his ass to a hot black guy, who instead looked at me and said, "no, I wanna fuck you." I was surprised, but was like, what the hell, so I bent over and he went to town on my ass. This started this marathon of tops fucking me, the twink, and another bottom. Every time one finished and I stood up, another top took his place and bent me over again. I loved it, and throughout this the twink and I continued to make out while we were getting fucked. I lost count of the number of cocks and loads I had taken in a fairly short period of time, maybe about half an hour or so. It was at least 3 or 4 loads, maybe 6 or 7. And I wasn't the only one collecting. After a while there was a gap where I wasn't getting fucked, so I stood up... my hole used and dripping.., and pulled up my jeans. The twink had turned top and was fucking the other bottom, they were having a good time. This had already been way more than I expected, and I was quite satisfied. I turned around to go and there was another good looking black guy I had seen hanging around, he grabbed my arm and said something like "my turn to fuck you." I said I was done, but he turned me around roughly and started to pull down my jeans. I reached back and felt his hard, big, beautiful cock, and thought... one more won't hurt. It did hurt, he was rough, slamming his cock in my hole over and over, and slapping my ass. I held on, and soon he came noisily, flooding my already overloaded ass. When he pulled out I looked around and a couple more guys I hadn't seen yet were hovering, looking interested, but I was done, the last fuck had worn me out. I zipped up my jeans and left. (I know this is heresy to most cum dump bottoms, but my point is that I was not expecting any of this, in the moment I was kinda freaked out at having been fucked so much and so roughly. Later I thought I could have, and maybe should have, handled a few more.) So what gives!? I go out horny, can't get a cock to point in my direction. I go out and don't look for it, I become the center of a gangbang. I'm sure there's something to the psychology of it... guys who are desperate are a turn-off, while guys who are not are more of a challenge and therefore a turn-on. But I don't know how not to be desperate for cock when I'm worked up and horny.

"If my body is your amusement park, my ass is a dick rollercoaster: ride it till it pukes." "Lick it, stick it, suck it, fuck it, breed it, seed it." "I like my walls painted in a shade of cum" "I like dick like how I like sushi, raw and in my guts" "Ride my ass like a washing machine and dump your dirty loads in me." "I must be part Indian 'cuz I love riding on stallions bareback." "I like my men like my coffee: hot, dark, strong...and if I have too much, it makes my insides hurt." "My life is all about getting more things in my ass than coming out of it." "Eating dick is like eating cupcakes: you stuff your face and swallow the frosting, trying not to gag." "Sluts, Butts, busting Nuts." "Moisturizer in the morning, cum at night" -slut daily facial regimen "Breed my ass like a whorish lass" "On my back or on my knees, your cock is what I please." "I don't have a latex allergy, but I fuck like I do."

If I had to pick up just one, I'd say the first scene of T.I.M's London Uncos movie (Teenage Truvada Whore), where bottom slut Josh Taylor get fucked roughly by six or seven men, taking each of them with such ease for his young age. He truly is an experiences slut, never fails to get me hard.

easier to say where i have not had public sex: church, funeral home, subway cab/bus/public transport. Everything else i think i have covered at least once.

Thanks for all the advice guys. Definitely places I want to check out. Anybody got some info on Philadelphia? I was there 10 years back or so and visited a place that was not quite a bathhouse. It had a porn room and several public areas one of which was very dark and fun. I loaded a very fine piece of ass there and played with several men. Was wondering if that place still exists. Seems like it was in a regular neighborhood near a good coffee house.

Just love Sydney in Mardi Gras time. As a pig bottom I spend two weeks in pig heaven with visitors from all over the globe here. It is 6.35 am and I have just got home from a night of getting my mancunt hammered and bred senseless. I started with a hook up off bbrts with a german touro in his hotel. Great slab of uncut cock and he opened me up good with a 20 minute fuck in different positions before he drained his nuts into me. He had to go out to dinner and I was horny so I hit the streets and the hook up site again getting a pom who wanted to breed me but had nowhere to go. I suggested we got to headquarters and we met there - again nice thick uncut cock - and again he dumped a hufe load in me. I opened the cubicle door while he was fucking me and he got turned on by the audience and I hoped the show would provide me with more stiff cock and it did. No sooner did the Pom pull out a white guy with a nice cut cock I had been handling while I was getting fucked, took his place. he really pounded me for 10 minutes and I cheered him on every thrust was great and he too dropped his balls into me. I needed a 10 minute break so I left the cubicle and I could feel raw seed running down the inside of my legs and I knew there was no controlling the pig in me. My senses were on fire. I hit the dark roomn a short while later and got prodded four or five times by tops before they moved onto other bottoms. I don't mind tops having a taste of my cunt as I get a taste of their cock inside me so that is fine. One guy who had a beautiful thick cut cock I wanted so bad resisted all efforts from me to get him to fuck me - he just wanted head so I sucked him right off. He must have been edging for a while because he came a bucket load and I quickly had to swallow half so I did not waste any and I love the tatse of man seed in my mouth. I swirled the other half of his load around in my mouth for a good two minutes before swallowing it. I went to the glory hole section and just propped my cunt up against the wall I just needed cock and seed now and got three beautiful anon fucks and each of them cropped their load in me. I turned and cleaned all three of them up and taste of the cum cocktail in my cunt made me so satisfied. I felt so good in the train coming home. I had a wet spot in the back of my jeans but I had a great night taking beautiful cock and seed all night. I am out again tonight for sure.

Maybe a controversial choice but the group scene in Freaks 3 (Wurst Film/Dark Alley). Love guys with Mohawks and the bottom takes poz dick like a champ

Stereophonic (Midnight) Mr. X pulls out. He suggests I squeeze to hold in his piss. He steps over to the table to prepare my points and slaps Riggs' ass to get him to get it together so he can help him. Riggs needs time to get out of the sling. He slowly drops his feet and tries to use the momentum to leverage his body to a sitting position. I'm lying there feeling how content I am, but know I should be sitting up too. Mr. X tells Riggs he wants me to have a double slam as a capper for the night. I'm kinda sad at the news about the evening ending, but I'm getting real jittery and a little paranoid at the show of footsteps I see at the window. My hole feels empty but I also know that won't be for long. Everything feels twitchy, like my skin is being stung in a million places by jelly fish. My teeth grind. I feel annoyed, angry, anxious, without a reason. Get your ass on the table, says Mr. X. I don't get the sense he's much aware of me or how I'm feeling. He's on a mission, the first part of which is getting his points all set up. I pass Riggs who reaches out a hand and feels up my dick. I stop for a second and feel his other hand going up my crack. He fingers my hole and pulls back to give my butt a hard crack. Instinctively I now say Thank You, Sir. It's automatic, like I'm saying it in my sleep. I'm also beginning to see figures in the dark now. Faces like you see on an Etch A Sketch—wiry, jagged lines in the dark forming faces. I tell myself it's the drugs, but that doesn't stop them from forming. I use the sling's poles to help me get closer to the table. I put a hand on Mr. X's shoulder. His skin is on fire. I feel drawn to him because my skin feels like wet ice. I nuzzle in back of him and he nudges me away, a spoon in one hand, heating the contents with a lighter. How much? I venture to ask him. Point three and three. And with the chem piss, how much? You'll be fine, he answer distractedly. I make it to the table, which is up at a forty-five degree angle. I feel like everything needs to be in slow motion, that I can't skip a step in adjusting myself to climb on it or I'll fall to the ground. I get up but I'm stuck until someone can help me with my legs. Riggs is there, unlocking the back of the medical table, lying it almost flat, me traveling down with it, the room travel down, the ceiling moving down. I look up behind me, upside down, and it's dizzying. I watch shadows of upside-down feet walking by the window. I wonder who they are, if they're going to be joining us. I hope not. Irrationally I fear there will be more people coming. The last thing I want is to meet any more people tonight. As much as I don't want the evening to end, I fear it will never end. Riggs grabs a leg and drapes it over a stirrup, then drapes my other leg in the other one. He adjusts them apart so more of my hole lies open and exposed. A light is switched on and I feel his shadow fall over me. He stands between my legs letting his cock dangle over mine. He releases a lock by my arms and two arm supports spring apart from the table. He straps one small cuff over my right wrist, then the left. He pushes out the supports so my arms are now at right angles to the examining table. Riggs pushes them until they lock in place. Mr. X observes I'm ready and comes over giving Riggs one of his needles and a rubber hose. I'm excited and fearful at the same time. I'm not sure what they're doing but like the fact I'm literally in the dark as to what to expect. Riggs comes around to my left, Mr. X is on my right. Both men take the rubber hose to my biceps and tie them off. They swab my arms and located a vein. I'll go first, says Mr. X to Riggs, then you follow up once I'm in him. "David," says Mr. X. It takes a second for it to occur to me that he's talking directly to me, bending over in my face. "You are having a very good slam first. I want you to ride like before. I'm going to start opening you. You think you can't take it but how much you're ass has taken already, you are ready for your first fist. I want you to feel the rush of Riggs second slam when I go in, and you go over the edge with my fist going in you. You understand?" Okay, I say, looking up in the mirror at my spread out body. I hear his words but have no idea what he's getting at. Get ready, he tells Riggs, not me. I am barely here any more. I am a reflection to myself, looking down upon my body. Mr. X's needle is piercing my skin. It hurts and feels good that we're finally moving. Looking down I see the liquid turn crimson. I look up to Mr. X's face. I can't find his eyes. His head is only black sockets. His cheekbones collapse in his face in the harsh backlight. Shadowed grey strands stand out from his chin. His shoulders are impossibly broad and strong—I want him to crush me; his fat tits have piercings that play and dazzle in the light; his snake hand plunges the crimson liquid into me. I feel the rush travel up my arm and disperse through the corridors of my body. I close my eyes and feel it overtaking me. Separating one part of me from another. Mr. X's venom travels to my brain, some to my heart, some to my lung, some to my groin, which I feel Mr. X's hand is testing with several fingers. So much is happening at once I give up trying to understand, just look up in the mirror and see what my body looks like when it's rushing. I can tell you what I see. Who else would I tell? It flushes red, my chest heaves, my pelvis pushes down on the snake hand I see poised to strike. I can't focus on anything, but feel everything. Riggs' clear liquid turns red, and quickly disappears. I feel a second, larger wave usurps the first. I'm tumbling like before but this time no one catches me. I turn inside out as a hand pries me apart, a large palm of pain and succumbing. I want the snake head and am rejecting it at the same time. Mr. X is forcing me to accept him, and I want to but can't physically take him into my body. These are thoughts I don't own. He does. He is telling me things, what he wants, what I have to do. I respond by opening, by bearing down, guiding him into me. And then he is in. I throb on his hand. I picture the hand inside. I look up and see the wrist I'm swallowing. I thought the sensation would cease once I surrendered but he wants more, he is continuing to find a path through the deeper cave in me. It is easy. How can it be easy? It slides without effort, like a chute that had been laid and the hand is simply finding it's way in to rest, to settle. He then he is in a deeper crevice, and still his snake is traveling deeper. I cry out, I hear myself saying something, it's not coming from me but from the mirror above: Let me get use to it. He had the opposite idea. And tells me things he's doing, wants me to do. I feel his every inch, his twisting hand, the shrill tendrils of his fingers, touching barriers that fall to his nail-less finger, the tip of the snake, it's tongue that finds the smallest opening and bores and scratches to collapse another barrier, and finds he can grind the seal into submission, and I want him to, and what started as a hole only as wide as the tip of his finger, penetrates, now caves in for several fingers, like the tentacles of a squid follow the single finger, spreading apart and conquering another compartment. He spreads his fingers making way for his arm to start entering me. I see his rapid progress, but close my eyes and see it even more. "Open your fucking eyes and see what I'm doing," he says. Riggs is next to me, breaking a capsule under my nose. I am pushing my hole against a forearm. It is too big to open any farther and yet it does. Mr. X works me inside and out. Bees buzz in my head. I hear his words in a foreign tongue, not the meaning but the intention. I am opening to him. I am watching what he's doing. I feel his power. I'm empowering my own destruction. He slowly closes his hand into a fist. I detect his fingers curling, nails scraping my walls, pinch against contracting rectal undulations, thinking I'm shitting when it's the exact opposite. He first pushes in then pulls out a fraction of an inch which convulses my body in spasms of bliss, and his caresses pull him deeper. I see a shine in his black eyes toward the back of his cavernous skull. They shine like coal, like burning coal, glow red, like staring into a furnace, feeling the searing heat, the flickers of flames, and eyes staring back at me. He tells me with his eyes to push and push down on his arm. Riggs crack another capsule and I feel myself falling uncontrollably down on this demon's arm. He is expressionless, takes all the emotion out of the act and replaces it with my obedience. And no, I can't resist him. The sensation of pulling my body apart on his arm is impossible to resist. I feel myself start to quiver on his arm until it builds to heaving myself on him. He twists his body, his shoulder twists away from me and I see my hole moving up to his arm pit. He twists back in a crouch, his shoulder coming up from below, delivering itself a blow that pushes his arm pit, black hairs trailing into my cavern. His toothless maw opens into a fiendish smile as he sees me giving in to destroying myselft. I push and bounce no matter the torment his arm provides. It is the torment I want, and lick my lips in debauched desire. I show him what I want and he is more than delighted to provide me my own annihilation. It's Riggs who slows me down. He's trying to calm my writhing body. Mr. X roars, Let him be destroyed! Bass words, deep and dead, flow into me, but it is the actions of Riggs that slows my bodily offering of sacrifice. I don't want to cease this overpowering desire, but each time Riggs soothes my frenetic body from impaling onto this proffered arm, a little more of who I was returns to my brain and body. I see the storm of waves in the mirror, whitecaps, slapping on this foreign object slowing to ripples, then gentle, soothing swell of tide. It slows my mind, too, allowing me to accept what I've done, knowing how good it feels and still want to survive beyond this night. Mr. X continues to plow my hole, but without me to gut myself, the residual of me, of who I am, remains. I feel the draw he offers me. I accept his punishment, but not my death. Intermission Assemblyman Brenner has been dead for years now, so I can tell you it was his dog he'd kept at his farm in the Salinas Valley. He never gave the dog a name. I think that's just cruel. Who does that? His wife never visited the farm—all those migrant workers. She stayed in their Sacramento gated estate, which he would reside in only when the California state house was in session. For both their sake's—keeping up appearances for her daddy's inheritance money, and for his varied special interests—the house sessions were thankfully brief. Dana Shaftow arranged things. Transportation of the dog was one of the things he arranged. Vinnie was his San Francisco contact and the one who would provide the talent. Money would funnel through X Corp. and everyone would come away rewarded. Vinnie, the talent, Dana Shaftow, and Mr. X. The assemblyman would have a VCR copy for his own private use, and a clause in the contract (which officially didn't exist) stated Mr. X was permitted to make unlimited copies for wider distribution. Vinnie and the talent received a one-time fee; Dana Shaftow's boss, Judge Reinhardt of the D.C. circuit, and Dana Shaftow himself, and of course Mr. X, would receive on-going residuals. The initial overhead costs were born by Assemblyman Brenner. He already had three of these specialty videos on his shelf hidden away on his farm—two with girls, one with a boy. His part of the revenue stream from downloading and sales went first to an off-shore account and then back-channeled into his campaign funds. The three tapes he financed were like gum. After so much use they lost their flavor. That, and they were all on the young and scrawny side. Even though the fax was low quality that he received on his farm Sunday afternoon, he liked the look of this jungle boy—long hair, defiance in his eyes, young and certainly not scrawny. He put in a call to Dana Shaftow and one to Vinnie. On his end, Vinnie put the wheels in motion immediately. Dana caught the call on his cell, waiting in line in a Washington D.C. dry cleaner. Sure, he knew of a secluded house on the market, across the bay in Tiburon. Wealthy, quiet neighborhood. Plenty of privacy. No, no one would hear a thing. Yes, he could get if for one night. Friday or Saturday. He'd have to check with the real estate agent. He'd connect with Vinnie and confirmed everything. He snapped shut his cell phone, then, to the elderly Chinese woman behind the dry cleaning counter, he handed over a certain blue, cum-stained dress. He arranged to pick it up the following Sunday. I might also tell you that, lest you fret, K9 would not be the worst thing to happen to JT. The aftermath of the event, and the cascade of subsequent events produced from that weekend, well, that would be. Still, he'd be better off than Joey but that's not saying much. *** Okay, okay, Mr. X is saying. I'm not really following any of this shit anymore. I'm so fucked up I don't know my name. You did good, he keeps telling me like that's supposed to mean something. He points to his wrist, maybe a half an inch up. I guess he's talking about the fist that just got shit out of me and that's as far as I went, not like up to his armpit like it felt like. He's telling Riggs to strap me down and he's bringing the table up to a forty-five degree angle. Then he's saying I think we're about done tonight. One more thing. Fuck, whatever. He opens up a black doctor's bag. Was that always here I'm wondering? Riggs did an excellent job restraining me. I can't budge an inch. I'm pinned like a butterfly. I wish I cared. All I can think of is a slice of pizza, a coke and salad with little sliced olive with Italian dressing from this little pizza stand on my corner. Two-fifty special. It's about all I eat. I know I should eat. I should probably sleep too. I can't tell you really where I am, who I am, what time it is. I know I've been fuck, fisted, shaved, pissed in, pissed on, probably pozzed, but hell if I know if any of this really true. I think it happened, but I also thought a moment ago I was riding a man's arm who I first met tonight up to his arm pit. Swear to God I thought I felt his arm pit hairs tickling my asshole. He's putting on blue surgical gloves. He snaps them, I think for my benefit. Snap, snap! But I'm through trying to figure out what's going on. He's washing one of my tits that seem much bigger than usual. It's hard for me to even recognize them at the moment. I look at his tits and Riggs', and though they're hardly that size, they are pretty ginormous. Funny I can remember Mr. X and Riggs but have lost myself. He holds out forceps and pinches one of my bloated tits. I flinch but after tonight its gotta be something really big to grab my attention. Fuck! He's holding out a long needle that he's about to— They're both looking at me, talking. They seem pleased. My tits are throbbing. The only thing I catch is Mr. X telling Riggs to not let him pass out again. I guess that would be me passing out. He wants me to feel it, Mr. X is saying. 'It' has an ominous ring. I look down at my tits and see two small bars going through them. They smart like a bitch, so why do I like them. I want to touch them but I'm completely restrained. Mr. X is washing my dick. Now then, David. He's saying it straight into my face again. I guess I'm David. I go through a huge nerve cluster, one of biggest in the body, and I'm going in deep in you so you can eventually have 00 gauge like me. I guess this all makes sense in some universe, not the one I'm in currently; he might as well be speaking Russian. Maybe he is. He's pointing to my dick, turning it over, rubbing a spot maybe a quarter inch down from my piss slit. I wish I had some opinion about this. Some dread or excitement, but I feel completely drained, emptied. He takes a long steel instrument with a sharp point out of the medical bag. It has a small ring at the end of it, size of a quarter. Whatever. An 8 gauge he's explaining as he's inserting the instrument into my penis. He's feeling under my shaft. He looks in my eyes telling me, Take deep breath. I'm not drained any more—a shock jolts up my spine, rings an alarm in my lizard brain, and ricochets right back down to my cockhead! Riggs is holding me by my shoulders. I feel every shred of skin tearing apart making way for a sharp needle ripping through my spongy flesh. Blood spurts from under my dick and streams red piss over the table. Riggs is frantically putting down paper towels but can't keep up the with the flow. I'm sure I'm screaming but every conscious part of my brain is in the tip of my dick focused acutely on the most excruciating sensation of metal being dragged into and out of my shaft, tugging at it like a claw, encasing it, pliers pinching and locking the invader in place. Mr. X withdraws his pliers leaving behind a metal ring that enters my piss slit, comes out the shaft, and ends with a captured ball completing the circle. "Beau-ti-ful," slowly gushes Mr. X. He admires it. He shows it to Riggs. He can't help himself—I see he's possessed. He goes down on me, blood leaking and all, giving me the most punishing head of my life.

Major hot when a boy is very feminine acting girly and thinks of his hole as his boipussy and it was made for pleasuring dudes cocks , and milking them good ,, milking all the cum out that the man will give to him . when I was younger me and a good buddy of mine hung out all the time and he had a boy that lived next door that would spy on us through the fence while we laid out by the pool , so one weekend when his parents were out of town for few days , we were out hanging at the pool smoking some partYEE and GETTING HIGH and we could hear something by the fence and we knew it was the girly neighbor boy watching us . So my buddy called over to the fence and said I know your there , and don't be shy , come over and join us . So the boy was nervous but he came over , , a very cute young feminine high school boy . so we told him to come sit down between us and smoke some partyee with us , and could tell he hadn't done any before but he was excited and quickly agreed and smoked with us and when we could tell he was extremely high , we asked how he felt and he said very very high , and was embarresed to say but was feeling extremely horny , and we told him that it was the partyee it makes you really horny , and me and my buddy then took off our shorts and got naked and laid back and then said to the boy why don't he grab ahold of our cocks and show us how horny he is , The boy grabbed our cocks and started stroking and sucking us back and forth . He was so excited and horny he went crazy on our cocks working them good , and our balls building up huge amounts cum , we then got up and all went into the house and resumed our positions on the couch watching BB porn . and the boy saw a scene was playing of a bottom riding the other dudes cock and the boy said that's soo hot ! and we asked him if that's what he liked ? and he replied he loved it but had only done it to his dildo , would ride it while watching porn and fantasize it was a real cock , So my buddy told the boy to grab the bottle of lube off the coffee table and lube our cocks then told him to take turns sliding his sweet boipussy down our our cocks . And the boy didn't even stop to ask about a condom and slid his hole down on our raw cocks and began bouncing , Pumping his boipussy up and down and getting more and more horny. We told him he was being a good pussy boy and told him to milk us and make us cum deep up his hole , .. And the boy steady pumped his hole up and down milking my buddy till he was moaning loud and told the boy he was going to start cumming . and the boy kept pumping and milked every drop out , then slide his cum filled hole off and slid it down on mine using the cum for lube and began pumping my cock till I flooded his hole with my huge load . . then he slid off and went back down back and forth between our legs working our cocks , until our balls had our next load ready for his pussy to milk out . . He stayed all day and night with us , milking load after load . We couldn't wait till the parents of my buddy would leave town again , they were going to be out of state traveling few times during the summer and my buddy was going to be able to stay home . We were looking forward to having the place all to our selves again and having the boy next door come over and stay with us and parTyee and be our CUM MILKING PUSSYBOI

"Hang in there, baby" Jeffrey Lewinsky grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. A second cousin to Monica Lewinsky, a public figure that summer. He shared a paternal Lithuania Jew grandfather with her. His material grandfather was an atheist and a Scotsman who lived, after his wife died, with him, his brother and his parents. He loved his grandfather. The old man used to regale him with ribald stories of the old country, the lads and lasses, the haystacks and kilts flying in the wind. When his grandfather passed away Simon was eight, he was sadder than anyone in the family, and suddenly we wanted to entertain everyone with stories he made up. When people ignored his antics he became sad again. His parents were concerned and took him to a shrink, where he was diagnosed, after weeks of counselling, as a manic-depressive. Later in college reassigned to be bipolar. Meds helped. He studied drama at Carnegie-Melon and received his Bachelor of Arts there. Circus arts he excelled in. He was agile, worked out obsessively, was wicked with a whip. Advised by a New York agent that said he would take him on if only he would think about changing his name. Jeffrey Lewinsky would limit him to Jewish roles. He thought that was stupid, so sitting in a Duncan Doughnuts reading an article in the Times about John McCain, he decided to take on the new name. He adopted his grandfather's brogue, just a lilt of it, and practiced the new identity with ribald stories of the old county. Looking at Joey who was starting to come to, he realized this new name and identity was two years ago this month, the same time he'd been off his meds. Joey coughed, focused on him, blinked. He rubbed his neck with his free hand, rattled his other cuffed hand, rasped, "What the fuck?" Duncan shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I bet it was the best orgasm you ever had." "Uh-so what if it was? What the fuck, Duncan?" He rattle his handcuff again. "Key. Not funny. I'm getting dressed and out of here." Never one to apologize, Duncan insisted this is simply who he is. He was hard wired this way, and it's how he shows someone he liked them. "Hey! Jeffrey Dahmer, ever hear of flowers and a card? Jesus, asshole, you could have really killed me. And fucking unlock this. And what happened to your accent?" "That's for fun, just like breath play—pretty common really: erotic asphyxiation, asphyxiaphilia—just like a lot of other things I like. And I like you. A lot. And that could be a problem. Well, we could call all this off right now, no harm, only a little foul. Wave goodbye to a ton of money and a beautiful life together." "And you came in me. I remember. The rubber broke." Joey was beginning to get anxious. No, that was too simple. He didn't want to show it but aside from being nervous, cuffed to a metal headboard, he was crushed. Duncan had betrayed him. "Fuck, man, did you also put something in my drink?" "Well, technically, Mr. X put something in your drink, but yeah, I came in you. Twice. While you were out the second time. It's another one of my things. "You fucking fuck!" He put his hands to his head, trying to take this all in. He was naked in a ratty room with paint chips peeling off the ceiling, barebacked by a guy he really liked, choked to the point of passing out, and now the fuck was treating it like a joke? "I couldn't help myself—you were irresistibly fuckable, or fucking irresistible." Duncan laid his hand on his captive's belly. Joey slapped it away with a get-the-fuck-out look, but his body betrayed him. As they were talking Duncan saw before Joey did that Joey had an erection. Sitting on the bed, Duncan gave a small bowed. "And the court rests, Your Honor." "I'm done. This isn't a joke. My clothes. Key." Mr. X knocked, and barged through the door carrying a red leather case. "The anarchist is awake. Good. How is he?" "I'm afraid he's not too happy." "Maybe I have something to make him happy again." He unzipped the case displaying two capped riggs, ready and loaded. Joey sprung to his feet but found himself on a short leased. He yelled for help but was covered over by the deep bass beats and the noise from the Friday night crowd downstairs. Mr. X took the precaution of closing the window, while Duncan struggled with the teen to pin him down on the bed. Joey became a wild animal trapped by his arm. He swung and connected some blows to Duncan, but the man withstood them like he was taking the swats of a small, naughty kitten. With his body weight he felled the boy easily and held him to the bed. "Your going to lose this match, lad, and I don't want to hurt you—not until you want me to. And I do want to." He crushed the boy until all appendages, one by one, couldn't move. Mr. X was busy at the foot of the bed with rope securing first one leg, then the other. Joey's uncuffed arm was tightly secured to the bottom of the bed, crook of the arm up. Mr. X put a tourniquet around Joey's bicep, found a large protruding vein, wiped it with a swab, sat on his hand, and stuck him with the needle. It registered, and he plunged this liquid swiftly into the struggle boy. Duncan eased up on him but still knelt over his torso. Mr. X release the boy's bicep and arm, and Duncan raised the arm in the air. Joey coughed and then lobbed his head side to side. "Oh shit," was all he said. Duncan offered up his own arm to Mr. X. No trouble find a vein there. He picked a juicy one, registered and slammed Duncan. "Come down when your ready. Your things are in my room. Don't dress the boy," Mr. X said gathering his things. Duncan was finding it difficult to talk. He got out one question. "Cat?" "It's hanging on the door. Try not to be too long." As he exited, he said, "We've got good house." Duncan felt Joey's erection rubbing his hole. He slathered lube on the boy's pole and applied some lube on his hole. "Here's a first, boy-o," and punctured his hole with Joey's rod. Joey let out an enraptured sigh. Almost simultaneously, so did Duncan. He rode the boy for a good, long time, while he and Joey exchanged cries of contentment feeling the height of the rush going through them. It looked like this wasn't the kid's first time with meth. He rocked and slid the boy's long member in and out and side to side. Anything he did, both he and Joey extracted delight. He tweaked the boy's small tits, and with eyes closed Joey did the same to Duncan. The boy reached down and jerked Duncan's cock. Duncan poured lube on it and Joey took up a rhythm similar to him fucking Duncan. "I'm going to cum," Joey gasped. "Wait," said Duncan slowing down the motion. He didn't stop, it felt too good, but he wanted the boy heightened not spent. "I could love you," Duncan admitted, hypnotized by the boy's young spear deep inside him. "I want to love you and have you love me." He took Joey's cock to it's head and slowly descended down on it, making it last as long as he could. Joey groaned yes. "Then let me hurt you. I'll hurt you so good, that's all you'll ever want anymore." Joey groaned yes again. "Like this torture, we'll never be closer. You'll be loved and I'll be loved. We'll be loved. You'll see." He let Joey slip out of him. Joey sighed like he was about to cry. He bent over the lad and lay his body on top of his and kissed his face; kissed his eye; kissed a cheek; kissed an earlobe. He whispered he wanted him to understand the allure of pain like he did, the sweet surrender to it. He would be there and never let him go. Duncan uncuffed him, rolled Joey over face down on the bed, his head in the pillow. He took his member and pushed it into the boy's waiting butt. "Remember I love you. Say it to yourself like you would say it to me." Duncan saw Joey mouthing the words." He rolled off Josey, got up and took the cat off the doorknob. He brushed it gently over Joey's back. He pick up the instrument and let the ends fall over the young man's slender torso. He picked it up once more, and this time flung it with a small amount of force. Joey hissed and Duncan brought the cat back to run up and down his spine again. Duncan slowly got the boy used the sensation, sometimes roughly, other times gently. Joey's hisses and murmur became interchangeable. With the increasing harder lashes, Joey started thanking Duncan into his pillow. This Duncan permitted to lash him more often. A Thank You Sir also increased the number of harsher lashes with less and less gentler ones. Soon all Duncan gave Joey were severe, though not yet violent, strikes. The boy bravely faced Duncan whip until Duncan felt Joey was ready. He didn't want him rehearsed, merely slightly prepared. He praised Joey, kissed his face, told him how beautiful he was. Only he knew how rare and precious Joey was. Joey was his, if only he'd agree. Duncan rose him off the bed. He hugged Joey tenderly, stroking his hair, kissed him deeply, lightly stroking his back. The latter was painful for Joey but he endured, kissing Duncan at those times the most deeply. They staggered to Mr. X's room where Duncan found a pair of chaps and a studded codpiece. He found two executioner's masks and put one on. The other was for Joey once in the dungeon. They made their way down to the bar. Through the bar the naked boy elicited hoops and cheers. Not just a few hands ran over his naked figure. As in a dream Joey smiled all around at the adoring crowd groped and fondled him as Duncan led him through the mass of bodies. He warmed to the men's adulation, their clutching hands, their praise. Next to the bathroom was a guarded door. A man the size of Duncan let them through to the staircase that led below. Duncan guided Joey's shoulders down to the dungeon. The stairs had a landing that splintered off in several directions. By going straight and down a few more steps, they ended in a spacious room with a single spotlight in the middle and a hook. Off to the sides was a rack of buttplugs like a rack of weights increasing in size. Across the room was another similar rack of dildoes also of increasing size. A fuckbench and a sling were also waiting in the shadows. There were men in the dark corners that Joey was aware of but didn't pay heed. Duncan had him. It was all he cared about. He kissed Duncan's shoulder. Duncan stopped in the light and flexed his bicep, then lifted his pit for Joey. Joey worshiped it, taking his time exploring the curls and swirls of Duncan hair, his tendons and sucking on his sweat. Mr. X came out of the shadow, camera in hand. Again, Joey paid no attention, his entire focus was on Duncan. Duncan pushed the boy's head down. Joey mouthed over his bare chest, nursed his nipples, then was pushed lower to Duncan's studded crotch. Joey brushed his cheek against it and lowered himself to the floor. There, he licked his Master's foot. Holding the boy's head, the Master raised this foot. The boy held it and worshiped it as if it were a sacred object. He sucked the toes, licked the dirty bottoms of the heal and arch. Lowered one foot and repeated the worship of the other. Duncan unsnapped his codpiece and his soft meat flopped out. Joey inhaled it, swallowed it to the hilt and gradually grew it with the slime of his mouth until it was fully grown. He licked his Master's balls, cupping them and bathing them with his tongue. He lowered and tilted his head so he disappeared between his Master's legs to attend to his holy ass. Mr. X swung the camera behind and illuminated the puckered hole the boy was attending with his mouth, the entrance of the deity by his tongue. Finally his Master raised him up. It was time. Joey was covered with a mask. It covered his scalp, eyes and cheeks, leaving only the nose and mouth exposed. Mr. X held up a rubber bit to place in the boy's mouth. The Master put it in his mouth and latched the back. The Master took his time with elaborate knots, first binding the boy's arms in front of him, then looping additional ropes to hoist him to the ceiling. The boy's feel dangled several inches about the floor. Now the boy's height matched his Master's. He spoke directly, quietly in his boy's ear. He stroked his body until the boy had a firm erection. Like a magician's assistant, Mr. X brought instruments out of the shadows. First a riding crop and a cap of amyl. Duncan broke the cap under the boy's noise and then inhaled it himself. He took the crop and rapidly slapped the boy's buttocks and back. He spun him around and repeated the same intense slapping to his chest and groin. When he stopped the boy shouted, clearly, even through the bit, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan once again, harder this time, slapped Joey, intent on making him cringe from the crop. Joey didn't break, took every blow. When Duncan stopped, Joey once again shouted, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan raised Joey's hard member exposing his hanging balls. Duncan took the crop and whipped the balls with a hard slap. This made Joey buckle under. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" still came out of his mouth. Duncan then held a firm grip of Joey's slender dick, making the head hard, and started giving the head small repetitive slaps back and forth, increasing in intensity, until once again Joey broke in half to escape the pain. Yet again he shouted, once composed, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Mr. X brought out a large whip with multiple strands ending in small knots. Much larger than the cat upstairs, there was nothing gentle it could produce. Duncan brought it up to the boy's chest and let him feel it against his skin. Duncan brought his mouth to the boy and kissed him tenderly. Tilted back Joey's face, mouth agape, and spat in it. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" was Joey's reply. The boy had lost his hardon but a few flicks of the whip's tails brought it back alive. Mr. X bought over two caps of amyl. Duncan snapped one under Joey's nose letting him breath deep for a long time, then broke his and breathed in the chemical. He stepped back and brought the whip down hard against the ground. He then raised it and let one lashing after another lose on Joey. First from the right, then from the left, repeating back and forth without a break. Finally, Joey cried out in agony. Still Duncan didn't stop as the boy yelled but did not ask for mercy. He spun the boy again to expose his chest and genitals. He did not hit him with as great of an intensity but kept the lashings going far longer after the boy initially broke. The lad was in tears when Duncan stopped. "Sir," the boy cried, trying to catch his breath, "Thank you, Sir!" he spat out, a long trail of saliva running to the ground. Both he and Joey were glazed in sweat. The camera examined Duncan unblinking while the whipped meat spun in the background. Then the camera focused on the body. Red gashes, red welts, spun around in a dreadful carousel. Duncan stopped the spinning and held the boy who's head dropped onto Duncan's chest. He felt Joey's hushed sobs. He comforted him, giving him words of compassion, telling him it was almost over, they'd soon be done. That he loved him for this. That he proved he belonged to Duncan's. The crying stopped and Mr. X brought the Master a long Australian single tale whip, a gift from one of the richest men in the world, and three amyl caps. Duncan broke the first cap under Joey's nose letting him have as much time as he needed. He then broke the other one under his nose, absorbing it for a while then rejecting it to the floor. He broke the last cap under Joey's nose whispering in his ear. He again threw the cap on the floor and took steps far back from his object. He cracked the whip several times overhead. In the corners, the men murmured in dread and excitement. The Master saw the object tremble which aroused a full erection. A vein pulsed on Duncan's temple. He cracked the whip again and sliced it through the silent air striking his target. Joey let out a piercing howl of agony. His body swaying the from the impact from the lash. A thin stripe of blood flowed off his back. "No! Please, Sir, no!" he cried. Sweat ran into Duncan eyes. He wiped it out, cracked the whip twice more in the air and tore the whip back in the other direction, ripping another stripe of flesh off the boy. It left a bloody X on the boy's back. Joey screamed in anguish, beg him to stop. "More?" shouted Duncan to the dark figures in the corners. "More! More!" they shouted back. Duncan doled out one, two, three, four lashes in a row. Five, six, a seventh. Joey shrieked in torment. "More!" demanded the invisible wraiths. Duncan heaved his chest, threw his arms open, and flailed the whip twice more with a thunderous crack that silenced the house. The spinning object swung silent from side to side. Duncan walked up to it, saw the stripes of blood running down the back he destroyed, felt it trembling without a word. He untied the rope from the ceiling, lower its feet to the ground but did not release it. He kicked its legs apart and began fucking it as it trembled in his arm. Its weeping made him harder. He made obscene motions of domination, bent it over, smacked its ass several times with the grip of the whip, spanked it as if it was a horse he was riding. He called for the bench. He fucked dispassionately as he undid his final knots. The fuckbench was brought to him. He bent the boy, positioned his arm and legs in place, then locked him there. He reinserted himself, and madly pounded to fuckhole, tearing off Joey's mask and grabbing a fistful of hair to propel himself into the boy's exposed ass, grimacing with every thrust. The boy was silent, in shock, head bent when released, broken. Mr. X was examining the wreckage, Joey's bloody back, the bruises on his arms and legs, his face immobile, streaked with tears. His eyes vacant. Duncan possessed erupted in orgasm, letting some of his cum fly over Joey's back, the rest depositing inside. A final indignantly. He pissed over the boy, rounded over to his face, opened his slack mouth, let a stream fill up there, pissed in a nostril, causing an unconscious quivering and peeing on the floor. Duncan then went back to the broken boy's ass and filled him with his waste till he was done. Mr. .X offered him a large buttplug and Duncan sealed his boy. The men in the darkness applauded wildly. The darkened room rose dimly as the carnival barker, Mr. X shouted, "Step right up, pony rides, ten bucks apiece. Feel the most tenderized piece of prime New York beef this side of Coney Island." The men felt up the wreckage and then waited their turn. Mr. X brought in three hundred cash off Joey's spent carcass over the course of the night. He also had the raw footage for a decent video that he would put into circulation once the performers were paid off. Joey didn't remember anything past the fourth single-tail whip. The pain, however, never left him; it was there, in the darkness with him, sealed in his unconscious, each inflicted gash was relived repeatedly once he passed out, etched itself into him like a tattoo on his brain, permanently branding for what he now was. The scars of the anonymous men who fucked him, he would never recall them either, though one left their imprint on him, too. With the haunting memory of that darkness engulfing him, he awoke in Duncan's apartment. Bright, sunny, the fragrant wisp of the sea fluttered the bedroom curtains. An unseen bee buzzed around a vase of purple lilacs on the nightstand next to him; a card with a kitten hanging from the end of a rope, "Hang in there, baby" it read, propped open in front of him—his flowers and a card. Tears welled in his eyes. Weighed under the vase, a large stack of hundreds ruffled in the breeze. Duncan lay behind him gently rubbing salve into his wounds. His touch was torture and yet soothing. Duncan kissed his ear. ***

*** His lack of movement, him just staring at me, melted into an abstraction. I was enraptured by what he'd just done to me, like a deer bewitched by radiant lights on the horizon. It was impossible to process what had happened. All I knew was that my dick tingled; I wanted it again, or, if not that, something other that I knew only he was capable of. If I had just shot my wad with someone else, my mind would be searching for the nearest exit. With Mr. X. I felt the opposite. I wanted more of him, to know more, to discover more, to belong more to him. He was a flame for my thoughts. My mind imagined him practicing taboo and foreign arts. I pictured him overseas, entering exotic ports, each stop adding another souvenir to his body; sucking off a shipmate in some dark alley, both denying the next day anything had happened on shore; an unrepentant mercenary; a defrocked priest; he might have been a wrestler, holding high a championship belt, chest heaving, taunting Spanish at his beaten opponent, shaved, in tights, wearing a black mask. Spinning mind spun tale after tale drinking him in. Mind is a razor blade. He opened my legs, moved in to examine. In the calm of an afterglow, his snake hand ran between my thighs, pushed four fingers into my hole. “Tight,” he murmured in the direction of Riggs who’d long ago collapsed into his own reverie. I looked over at Riggs. I felt a bit of pity. He was shoving the balls that had fallen out of me, now burying the fourth ball into his ass. Mr. X pulled out his fingers and felt the welt Duncan had given me, which seemed like lifetimes ago. “He likes beating?” he asked Riggs in a detached voice. It took a while for Riggs to answer. “Ask him? I think he’s a horny little slut that would do anything for a big cock.” Standing between my legs Mr. X stared at me. “You like to be beat?” It was the first time I clearly saw how formidable he was. His cock had gone down to an impressive swaying eight inches, soft. A tremendous amount of foreskin now hung over his cockhead. There was nothing accidental in how he used his body. I know he had asked a question. I had no idea what it was. His tool's soft foreskin, rolled over my withered dick. “You like to take beatings? I don’t like to ask twice.” “Uh, I uh…” I trailed off unable to figure out how to answer his simple question. No, I did not; yes, if he wished it. “How much did you give him his first time?” Riggs, irritated to have to answer again, lolled his head on the bed, spouted, “Point three, maybe four. Can’t remember. Hard to find a vein. Boy squealed before I stuck him, but’s been loving it ever since, haven't you, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the sensation of Mr. X's foreskin rocking over my balls. There was a tattoo of a screaming mask right above his dick camouflaged in his thick bush. Where the mask’s tongue would be instead was his swaying dick. “Were you in the navy?” I asked Mr. X. “Was I what?” He stared, puzzled. He called to Riggs, “He’s asking me if I was in the navy.” I shook again in a cold fever, my teeth chatter. For a moment I mistook him for my father's older brother, Uncle Glenn. I shivered in a forgotten memory. I felt I was living through a dream with Mr. X, or a flashback with my uncle in his pool, alone, up close in a tub with me, tepid water washing over us, he brushing up against me obscenely. Me having inappropriate thoughts of my uncle. I was lost in the memory, whether it was even true, but I was also here, wanting more of this man's touch. I tipped my torso up to feel the heavy weight of his cock brush up against my shaved crotch. “You fucked up little fucker. You want to come work for me, feel like this all the time?” “Aw, fuck yeah. I want you to feel me all the time.” The words just floated out of me. No meaning, just sounds that I hoped he would like. “I think you’d make a lot more money than working for Rigg Pig, isn’t that right, Mr. Pig?” “Most likely. But I want a finder’s fee for that sweet cunt of his.” “I need a test drive. You okay if I give him another spin?” asked Mr. X. “And what this tat on his ass?” “What?” Riggs asked, now fully coming out of his reverie. He pulled the final ball out of his ass and got off the bed. He took up inspection next to Mr. X. I liked both men checking out my ass, pulling my leg to the side to get a better light. “Oh, that’s his dreamcatcher tattoo.” “I think we cover it up with a black boot. How ‘bout that, kid? Nice big Mr. X boot on your ass, size thirteen stomping you?” “Yeah, and piercing, like yours. And nipples. Big ones,” I blurted. “Maybe eventually. But yours are small yet." He reached up to pull off the tit tubes. "Let me see.” He popped one off. The tit was blue and blistered, but for me pretty massive. He pulled the second tit pump off. I was shocked how enlarged they'd gotten. Each of the men pulled at them. “Maybe small piercings. Maybe a P.A. What do think, Riggs? A little P.A. on this pretty prick?” Mr. X picked up my dick, pinched it to open the piss slit, rubbed a finger over the soft interior skin. He reached over to a leather case on the table, unzipped it and took out one of several steel rods. He licked the rod and spit on my soft dick, slid one of the rods in only slightly and let it fall into my slit on its own weight. The sensation felt close to what his tongue had done to me, and produced in me a low growl. I began to rock in Mr. X's hand. “Hang on. Let’s get you slutted up. Another slam and see what surprises we can get out of you." He pulled out the rod and released my cock. "Wait, what?" The last sentence tugged on an alarm. "Wait. No, no, no, no" I stammered realizing what he had in mind. "I'm so fucked up. I can't even." Riggs completely ignored me. "He's a fast learning, you'll see." To me, Riggs said, "You’re not ready for home yet, are you? Don't you want to stay and play with Rigg Pig and Mr. X?” “I do. Fucking A,” I said, “just...but I don't need to slam again.” He and Riggs went over to the table with hushed voices. “I want to bond with him. Now,” Mr. X whispered to Riggs. “I’m in a sharing mood.” He showed Riggs the needle in his pocket. "This is the Czech shit I brought back. There is nothing purer." "I hear you guys," I said, trying to imagine getting even higher than I was. "Please, I'm shitfaced." “If I can’t finish," Mr. X continued, "you’ll need to do him.” All I could see was Mr. X's ass. As distressed as I was, my attention span was that of a flea. Mr. X removed his vest now stood naked with his back to me. The tail that began at his hand I could now see the detail of how it slid over his shoulder, slithered down his back, undulated with his breath and ended between his cheeks. I admired Mr. X’s broad back, a giant V that ended in a surprising small waist. I loved the dimples on his butt. The tail of the striped snake disappearing. While they quietly bartered, I obsessed how far the snake tail went if I were to spread his cheeks apart. That's all I thought about, spreading his muscular butt apart. “That means we finalize the contract then," whispered Riggs. "You've had three weeks to read through his background.” Their words were distractions I wanted to bat away. I only wanted to dig in to Mr. X’s ass, find out how the snake tail ended. “Contract," however, echoed in the air, buzzing like a fly, raising a modicum of interest. A quiet siren launched, however far back it was in my lizard brain, buried beneath a heavy blanket of static. I remembered I was cuffed. I rattled my arms to see how secured I was. The answer was very secured. “Fine,” Mr. X said, coming toward me wiping his arm with a wet pad. “The paperwork later. I want him now, just in this state. Have him sign it at some point.” Seeing that I was now quietly watching him, he addressed me directly. “Okay, this is what happens. You might remember some of it, probably not all of it, doesn't matter. No, I was never in the navy but I was a medic a long time ago. So, you put yourself in my hands. Okay?” He said over his shoulder, “Secure his head.” I saw Riggs carrying over a belt, which he strapped over my forehead, turned my head, smashing my left ear down into the pillow before I had time to think. When I caught up with what was happening, Riggs secured the belt under the sling and trapped my head sideways looking at Mr. X’s torso. I struggled, but realized escape wasn’t an option. Mr. X bent down, talking into my face. “Like I said, I think you can make a lot of money. In my bar, I have video studio and dungeon in basement. Much more equipped than this," he said indicating Riggs' playroom. "Many friends, too, and financiers and customers. Some not so nice but I protect my property. I specialize in a very select product. My talent also entertains for me, some very powerful clients. Some in government, some in police, some we don't talk about. Riggs convinced me you are a good investment. We are above board, totally legal, legally binding once you sign. And yet to see if we work out together, we need to...bonding,” he said, holding out the needle. He used a wet pad to clean my neck. Then he lay he cheek next to my ear. “Just you and me, Boy Scout. What you say?” he asked. “Riggs can slam if he wants, watch us, film us, hell, join if he wants. But this is our party, and how we know if we have chemistry.” He rose and displayed the needle, gazed at it lovingly, brought it straight to my face. “Exactly one gram of finest crystal. Pure, like you. You won't believe it.” Riggs circled to the other side of the sling, a video camera in hand. He pushed my greasy hair out of my face to make sure none got on my neck or in the way of his shot. “A full gram,” Mr. X continued. “Half of this point is mine, the other half yours. I want us have the best slam of your life, bring you into my world on beautiful magic carpet.” He ran his snake hand over my neck. “Why the neck? Not the neck.” I was as coherent as was possible and trying to be lucid and calm. "Do the arm. Arm's good." “You’re starting to make me think Riggs had it wrong, Boy Scout. Shake no if this is not what you want. I will respect your decision.” I tried, but of course, he knew it was impossible. I snorted and heaved resigned. Snot ran down the pillow. Mr. X came in close, licked the snot. He flickered his forked tongue up my nostrils. His eyes lusted vulgarly. “Your body tastes good, damn good. Mine tastes good to you, too. I see this. We will have good chemistry. I'm sure. We’re going to have the most fun you’ve ever had this side of dead. I promise you.” Directly in my line of sight, all I saw was Mr. X testing his veins. He chose one that was the least bruised, held his needle against it at an angle, stuck it in, drew in some blood causing the clear liquid to turn red. He slowly pushed the plunger down to the .5 marking, then quickly withdrew it and raised his arm in the air. His large torso swayed for a second, then he grabbed the chain violently rattling the it. I thought for a second he was about to bring the whole apparatus down. He let out a roar. "FUCK!" He held tight to the bars, rocking me in the sling. His body quaked. Breathing rapidly, his head bent, he shook again. “Fuck yes!” he hollered. "Fuck boy, come here." My line of sight was now directly facing his rising cock as he bent over me. I steeled myself for what was about to happen. He held the needle, though his hand shook as he felt around on my neck. I tried impotently to plead again, but he bent down and looked into my eyes. He whispered, “You’re not going to fucking believe this sh....” He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes rolled up in this head and he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Fucking hell! Yes!" he yelled, almost a death rattle. He still held onto my neck. He focused intensely on me. “Not a muscle.” He found a pronounced vein, and emptied the remaining contents into my neck. "Now you with Mr. X." Though when he withdrew the point, I felt something cold press against my neck, my eyesight went blind. I heard severe pounding in my ears, but made out nothing in front of me. I heard myself in my mind repeatedly saying "Fuck" as before, but couldn't hear myself speaking. A tongue entered my mouth, his tongue. It was the last thing I could remember. His tongue. I don't know how long I remained suspended, but someone had release my hands. I reached up blindly and felt his nipples. I crushed them and as I did so I felt fiery hands do the same to mine. The sensations of flicking tongue and fleshy tits drew me out of absolute blindness. I coughed several times. At one point, between coughs, I wasn't able to gasp in air. I heard a voice like a dark demon taunting in my ear, “Ride the fucker!” Hearing voices in dark corners, hoots and hollers, cackles and cries, indistinct, unrecognizable words, crazed in lust and mad laughter. As much as I tried to adjust to an unnatural amount of electricity coursing through my body, all I could feel was the rush of pounding in my ears, now in my heart, now in my groin, now in my asshole. My head was released from the belt, someone lowered my legs one at a time. I was falling forward, trying to stand upright, but unable. A moment of weightlessness, then giant arms caught me. Hairy arms. I stroked the hair. Some sort of animal's arms, a beast, strong and powerful, lifted me up, cradled me. A warm chest with a heart beating wildly, my heart beating wildly. I stroked the chest. Warm breasts, strong shoulders. Movement, moving through whiteness, fluorescent lights blinding overhead. Then a switch and darkness fell. Darkness clung to everything. Then falling, descending, lowering much lower than the room I remembered. Now red, burning my skin, feeling electric. The room was black and red. Unable to focus on anything but feeling I was more powerful than I'd ever been in my past life. A back that held me. Running my hand down a back, my other hand running down an abdomen. A hand sliding between my legs. No images, but a sense that the descent had stopped, replaced with being laid out on something soft, fetid, crusted, smelling. Someone moving an arm out and a leg. Another hand coursing over my body, through my legs again, diving into my anus. The room was not coming into focus, though something familiar was. My body felt everything at once: it was a rag doll under someone’s control. Definitely not my control. Whatever took control I knew I wanted. My brain started to form around the words: fuck, fuck, fuck, until I found my voice mouthing it, then vocalizing it. Words in ecstasy. I felt someone lift up my prone torso. Coming into consciousness I saw in double vision Mr. X propping me up on the piss-stained bed. I threw my arms around his neck, frantically feeling up his body, pulling his tits, stroking his hardened cock, felt under his enormous balls, through his legs to his wet, creamy, moist hole. “Stay with me, boy,” he whispered. He slithered his tongue into my ear, then lay me down again and rolled onto me. His erection slid on my stomach as he maneuvered my legs apart. He spread and lifted them, and with one stab, popped the piece of metal on his cockhead into me. His length of shaft felt infinite. The pain I’d anticipated from the bars on his shaft instead created the fiercest pleasure I ever felt. I felt my anus rip apart in heat. Every metal bar rolled over my sphincter elicited another rush of pleasure. I was enjoying each notch as small destructions to my hole. There was no end to him driving ever deeper into me. His girth flayed me open farther than I thought possible, more than the balls that Riggs shoved in me. My hole only wanted to swallow him up. I repeated over and over in his ear to fuck me. My eyes were out of focus but there was a moving light above me. Riggs was up there, somewhere, moving with a camera. I forgot him in an instance. All that mattered was what Mr. X wanted and he wanted to descend into my hole. A voice behind the light prodded me to say what I was feeling. I found words to whimper, beg, demand Mr. X to rip me open, fist my hole, own me, take me, pull me into hell with him. Floodgates opened. A watershed of repression, tabooed yearnings, came flooding out. His massive size hit new depth inside my body. If not for the purple rush coursing through my veins it would not be possible to accept such a demon cock. Ring after ring he penetrated. At the point when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of Mr. X’s metal or flesh inside me, I started urinated uncontrollably. I heard Riggs call out, “Fuck, yes, boy. Look at him fuck the piss out of you! Be a pig I know you are.” I rubbed my hands over my belly, thinking I could feel Mr. X’s cock pound away like a creature ready to break out through my heart. I sucked my piss-covered hands, offered them to Mr. X, but got no response. He was in a delirium of his own, sightlessly fucking. I bucked up against him, pound for pound sharing his fevered pitch. The rhythm of his fuck intensified. He slammed my ass in every way possible. He twisted my body at an angle and fucked away. He growled in my ear frenzied foreign words of lust. I returned the intensity licking inside his ear, licking each nostril. I was facing him, legs in the air. He pounded even harder, slamming deeper, pulling fully out, cum shooting everywhere, plunging right back in, not ebbing a bit as he came. He quivered at his furthest point of penetration, but kept bucking, pulling out then stabbing forcefully back in. His frenzy caused me to gasp in tormented pleasure. He reacted by finally looking at me, ordering me to keep my hole open. I felt the heat of Riggs' camera between my legs. “Hold your ankles,” Riggs directed me. I complied. Repeatedly, Mr. X pushed up his torso, revealing his full eleven-inch torpedo, before driving it back down, balls deep into my gaping hole. Not only had he found a more than will receptacle for his massive tool, but Riggs filming the act inspired me to beg for him to destroy it, to breed me and make me one of his boys. “Convert me,” I pleaded. “I want your toxic cum. Take every swimmer you have. Knock me up, Master X.” “Yes, yes,” hissed Riggs. “That’s it, boy. Invite him to own you!” Mr. X, at his peak arousal, quickened his pace. No longer fully pulling out, but only fucking me with the top few inches of weapon, then without warning, drove the entire fuckshaft deep into me. He repeated this pattern, first a few inches until he felt my hole relax, then punishing me with everything he had. I hollered in pain, and then begged him to fuck me again. This went on until he fell back into a less spastic, more steady rhythm. The intensity was still there in our fucking, but the regularity of it, the hours it felt like we were driving away, lulled me into a fugue state where all I was aware of being was a fuck object. All I knew of the past and what I could see into the future was being fucked by him. I was delirious. More hours passed in this state. I was fucked and rocked until I was sitting up fucking myself on his huge shaft. He ordered me to count down from ten and thank him every time I impaled myself. I forgot the order of things. I tried to remember numbers, gave up and, crazed in desire, I jacked him off with my stretched out colon. Riggs told Mr. X to spread my legs and show him my cunt. I was on all four over Mr. X. Riggs gasped. Mr. X turned me on my side, resumed pounding me, holding one leg in the air. I started bucking against him. I said I wanted to milk his monster, for him to plant his seed in me. I was ripe for him, ready for him to sew in fertile ground. Where these words came from I didn’t know, possibly Riggs whispering in my ear, but they kept spewing from me. Became my words, my intentions. It remained a dark red room, a room of hellish pleasure. Hallucinations of being in a meet market, of being a puppet whose strings had broken, of men sitting in the dark watching me and Mr. X consummate our bonding, blended together. I came back to a semi-consciousness, not knowing how long it had been or what had transpired. I was flattened on my belly, unable to get out from under the enormous weight of someone relentless humping of my ass. I enjoyed the sense of futility and pleasure I was receiving by not being able to resist the cock forced in me. I found the pleasure of giving it up for my Top pushing up against Him, telling Him I was His. I forgot who was in the room. The fucker who was in me, flattening me out, a large figure who pulled out at once, bathed me in cum and returned inside me to pump out what remaining orgasm he had. He didn’t stop but continued to hump, first a dry hump between my butt cheeks, and then with my prodding and maneuvering him to reenter, and again I felt his tip spewing warm ejaculate at my entrance, warming my crack, and then stabbing me once again to make sure all his cum was received in my bowels. He paused, my guts warming up to a now familiar afterbirth of urine, feeling my entire tract fill with liquid waste, until finally I leaked and wet the bed beneath me, dripping with another man’s piss. This latest chem piss, I knew I was going to black me out, ramping up, in my unconsciousness, an even greater lust that nothing could slake. The figure rolled off. It was day, maybe afternoon I saw from the window. Time was only a vague changing of light. I saw a hazy figure of hanging nipples, piercings I tried to reach up and tug. Another cock was offered and I greedily sucked it. As I sucked, I said with my mouth full, it tasted of shit and cum. “It’s good,” I murmured. There was some deep laughter, and then I felt another stiff dick enter me. Arched to suck the one man in from of me, I felt the second man twist my pelvis so I was upright on all fours. My ass was slapped and fucked, and I moaned and thanked whoever was in me. I was told to turn around, and the man I sucked was now fucking me, someone larger and almost painful, but it provided me with such infinite bliss to have my hole used by this nameless satyr. I reached back and felt his fur-covered legs, reached under and felt his heavy, slapping balls. I pushed my genitals back in order to have my Satyr spew some of his leakage on me. I felt a bit of ass juice running down. I caught some and rubbed it over my puny nub. It felt incredible yet I knew I was infinitely years away from cumming. The Satyr pushed my face into the crotch of the other to suck his cock. The cock was large but only semi-erect. I did my best to provide him pleasure, but suddenly my mouth was flooded with piss. He instructed me to drink it, to suck it all down. I drank, but his piss was endless. My head down, he pissed his remains over my head, which ran down my back. A puddle formed on the bed with my face in the middle of it. My Satyr yanked my legs up so I fell into the puddle. The man in front rubbed his piss into my scalp. My Satyr lay on top of me, now humping slowly, his mouth next to my ear. “Suck the piss out of the mattress. This is where I'll keep you.” With slop in my mouth, he flipped me around so we could taste the mixture of piss, cum and ass slime together. I wrapped my legs around my Satyr, pulling him into me. Feeling my inner thigh slide along his hairy legs, my feet gliding down his legs to his feet. Only they weren’t feet, they were hooves, cloven hooves where his feet should have been. “Let me take you,” he growled. “Let me have your body. Surrender to me.” I wrapped my legs against him again, not letting my ass separate from him as I felt his cockhead bulge. He slowed only for a moment to pop one of his huge balls into my canal, then the other. “You take my knot. You need your reward!” A lava of cum scorched out of him. My matted hair, his sagging breasts, his gap tooth gums chewed on my tits. I reach down and felt his dried rutting mat of hair between my legs scrubbing against me like sandpaper over my useless nub. As he flooded me to the point I gushed out between and around his mountainous member, I came with him, limp dick but shaking in orgasmic delight. The scorch of his cum oozed out of my hole, burning its way down my legs. He lay inside me for minutes or maybe it was hours. I couldn’t say. I didn't want him to leave my ass. It was quiet. Everything was bathed in red light. Every so often he would spasm within me. Always hard, always leaking down my leg, I was so filled with him inside me. It would take a long while for us to unwind.

Part 2. Chris tried to open his mouth as wide as he could before he put his lips around the head of Jay's big black cock while he held the smoke in his lung . But Jays cock had a big mushroom head and Chris ran out of breath before he got the whole head in his mouth and blew out the white cloud smoke before he could get it all in his mouth. Jay told Chris to stretch his jaw few times before he gave him the second hit. It helped Chris to stretch his mouth wider and second time his lips were wrapped around the underside of the mushroom when he exhaled the cloud. As the white cloud started to fade away, Chris looked up at Jays face for further instructions. Jay told Chris to stick his tongue out and saliva started pour out of chris's mouth and ran down the shaft of Jays cock. Jay told Chris to keep looking up at him as he grabbed Chris head with one hand and started to push it down to make Chris take more of his cock. At first Jay pushed Chris head gently as he urged Chris to take more of his cock with each push. Around half way, Jay felt chris' throat tightening around his cock to signal gag reflex and Jay used both of his hands to roughly push chris' head down to his crotch. Surprisingly Chris kept his teeth out of the way even during this assault of his throat and Jay was pleased by that. When Chris nose hit the thick wiry public hair, Jay kept him down there while Chris struggled to push and gagged on his cock. Jay felt the wet tight throat muscle squeezing ar poo under his shaft uncontrollably for few minutes but it stooped as Chris conditioned his throat to relax. Jay held Chris down for almost a minute before he let him go and watched Chris face all wet with tear, sweat, saliva and mucus. After Chris started to breath more regularly Jay fed him the third hit of the bong and told him to go all the way down before exhaling. Chris did just as he was told and Jay was surprised how quickly the boy was learning to deep throat his big cock. "Dann, u r such a good cock sucker. Are you sure you've never done it before, slut?" Jay started to tease Chris while he held his head down on the base of his cock. Chris felt his face burning with embarrassment but at the same time he felt somewhat proud that he learned to sick his first cock so fast. Jay let go of Chris head and told him to stay down and choke on his cock til he tells him to stop. Chris pulled back after few seconds and Jay slapped him hard couple of times. "Bitch, I told u to stay down til I tell u to stop." Chris felt humiliated and his whOle body felt hot. At first Chris thought it was from blushing but he started to feel different kind of heat all over his body like he's never felt before. As he choked himself on jays cock and kept pushing his own face on jays public hair, he felt light headed from combination of the drugs and the lack of air. Jay started walk backwards slowly and told Chris to keep his cock in his mouth. He led the young boy to crawl after his cock on his knees to the bedroom.

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

puerto Rican every time i travel i always hook up and all times have been bareback, I did a backpack trip when i was younger and visited almost every european country and got plenty of load. I specially looked for saunas where i could stay all night to avoid paying for hotels or hostels. I also been to different cities and states in US there hook ups have been more in my hotel room specially in big cities like Vegas, NYC, DC and Miami. I have travel a few more countries, like morocco and turkey and have found muslim guys are really easy to hook up ( maybe I was biased that being a muslim country would be difficult to find gay life). south and central america is pretty easy to hook up for me cause i speak spanish. East asian are not really my type but i went also to Japan, Malaysia and Hong Kong and had a few hook ups too. my favourite countries for hook ups are Spain many saunas in barcelona and madrid, and eastern europe (czech, hungary slovenia) in slovenia in particular there where a couple of saunas that are mix gender ( heater / gay friendly) and you see many straight and gay couples having sex. I also remember there is a huge park in the middle of the city with a big gay cruising area and there i got fucked by so many guys i lost count. the thing was it was very secure because the police was there giving protection but not arresting anyone.

Part 4 Clay walked through the front door of the building. Pulse racing and his leg muscles were shaking. " what the hell am I doing here?" he asked himself. It had been a long time since he had felt nervous about a random hook up, and his usual confidence was clearly shaken. " what if I don't like it?" His mind was swimming with nervousness, " you can always leave if you're not into it, besides...what if you like it?" This thought seemed to bring Clay some reassurance, so he began his climb up the stairs. When he reached the top his eyes darted from door to door until he found the number he was looking for. He tried to swallow and knocked twice. Twenty seconds later Clay heard the shift of a deadbolt and the doorknob turned. The door opened partially and a shadowed face appeared, as a calm masculine voice said "come on in". Clay stepped into the hall of the apartment as he heard the door close and lock behind him. He turned to face the Man at his back and instantly felt at ease. The guy was definitely the same as his picture. Late 40s, shaved head, and a little bit of scruff on his face. He was good-looking, but in an average Joe kind of way. His bod was a fit dad build with trimmed chest hair visible under his black tank top. Strong legs dusted with hair met at his crotch where his black jock strap concealed a very meaty looking bulge. "Woof" thought Clay to himself as he noticed the scent of sweaty Man, and something acrid he didn't recognize in the air. "I've got some porn on in the living room, feel free to take some layers off and make yourself comfy on the couch. I'm going to get us some water, your going to want to stay hydrated." Clay was surprised by how calm the guy spoke and realized how much it seemed to calm his nerves. " yeah whenever I roll on E, my friends are always pushing bottles of water in my face" he said, trying to sound sound like a confident party boy. "Are you from New York?" the man asked paying no mind to Clay's comment as he poured cold water from the fridge. Clay began to remove his shoes and replied " well, I'm originally from the Midwest. But I moved to New York about 6 years ago so I'm almost official." and gave a slight laugh as he removed his socks and began unbuttoning his jeans. He was feeling more at ease. "I'm a transplant too" the Man said "but I've lived here for about 20 years. I'm Pete by the way." "Nice to meet you Pete, I'm Clay." Clay was surprised he revealed his real name to this guy. Normally there wasn't much conversation at all when he met up with a trick, but talking seemed to help him feel a little safer, almost trusting. He stepped out of his jeans and stood there in his black Calvin Klein briefs, black tee, and green ball cap. Pete walked over and eyed Clay up and down with devilish smirk and said "Well Clay, why don't we head over to the couch and get you fucked up...midwestern boy." With that he grinned, handed Clay a glass of water and gave his ass a firm squeeze and led the way to the couch. They sat down and Clay looked at the porn playing on the laptop. He instantly recognized the hungry bottom star from Treasure Island Media, as he had beat off to this video many times online. His eyes looked around the rest of the small one bedroom apartment but had trouble making anything out as it was dark. He then looked to his right at Pete who was staring back with that same devilish grin. "You are way fucking cuter than your pictures kid." Clay muttered a thank you and realized he was starting to get nervous again almost like nearing the top of a roller coaster. He caught another intoxicating whiff of Man sweat and felt his dick begin to fatten in his briefs. Pete then leaned down and pulled a plate out from under the coffee table and set it on top. On the plate Clay observed some kind of lighter, a small baggie with some big white shards, and a wet folded paper towel. Sitting on top of the towel was a thin glass pipe with a large bubble on one end. The pipe was clean and looked to Clay like a piece of a chemistry set. Pete grabbed the baggie and pipe, looked at Clay and asked "are you nervous?" Clay stammered and lied "no not really ". Pete smiled again and said "Good, Tina is a lot of fun, just don't let it run your life". Clay nodded as if this made perfect sense. "I want you to watch little boy as I take a few of these shards and put them through the opening of this bowl." They made a small satisfying clink as they landed inside the bubble. "Next I want you to hold the tip of this pipe in your mouth." Pete handed the pipe to Clay who was trying to keep his hand from noticeably trembling. A cautionary thought came to his mind "You're playing with fire here Clay..." But Clay looked into the smiling yet devious eyes of Man next to him, and felt his now hard dick ooze precum through his briefs. "Well then, let's play with a little fire." Grinning a fiendish grin in his mind he lifted the pipe to his lips awaiting further instructions. Pete said, "now I'm gonna light this torch under the bowl and the crystals are gonna start to melt. When that happens, gently roll the bowl between your thumb and fore finger from side to side." Clay was eager for every word, missing nothing. "Then, white smoke is gonna start to circle around inside, and when I tell you, slowly start to suck, inhaling steadily." Clay was breathing heavy now, focused and ready to party for the first time. Pete grinned "here we go kid, get ready to suck" and he gave Clay a wink. The torch ignited with a powerful hiss and began to heat up the bowl and its contents. Sure enough a small puddle began to form and Clay got the nod to begin rolling the pipe side to side. Then came wisps of smoke, circling inside and getting thick like a dense white cloud. When the smoke started to escape the top of the bubble Pete flashed a pleased smile and said "ok little boy, time for you to suck, slow and steady." And Clay took his first hit of T, drawing slowly and deeply and keeping eye contact with this sexy Man who wanted him to suck. "When you can't take any more in, I want you to hold your breath for a few seconds, and then blow it all out." Clay, having reached his lung capacity, took the pipe from his mouth, held his breath for a few seconds and then exhaled. Out came a weak streak of smoke. Pete laughed as Clay looked slightly confused and disappointed with his results. "It usually takes a few tries to get it right boy. Don't worry, we've got plenty of Tina and all night to practice." Clay's dick pulsed again at being called boy and realized that Pete was hungrily staring at the growing wet spot forming in his briefs. "Let's try again, and this time empty your lungs first so you can get a big hit from this pipe. And remember, I want you to suck on it slow and steady." Clay exhaled as much as he could and again put his lips around the glass pipe. The torch hissed powerfully under the bowl, and again a puddle began to form. When the smoke began to exit the top of the pipe, Pete nodded that he should begin sucking. Slowly Clay began to suck and it felt warmer this time. He was encouraged as Pete began rubbing his own dick through his jock and said "that's it suck it little boy, make me proud " he sounded like a pleased father. Clay took longer this time and when he reached lung capacity, held his breath for five seconds. When he exhaled, A beautiful white silky cloud escaped his pursed lips and filled the space between them. It was beautiful and Clay felt somehow proud of this accomplishment. "That was it kid, did you like that?" Clay nodded a big yes, but stated that he wasn't sure he felt anything yet. Pete smiled and said "well i definitely want to get you fucked up kid so let's get you three more big hits to start with and then we will see how you feel". Clay liked the thought that this Man wanted to get him high his first time, and couldn't wait to show his appreciation. The crack and hiss of the torch quickly became a conditioned sound for Clay as he took a second big hit, followed by a third. He loved how big his clouds were getting, and he was starting to feel a lift in his stomach. His body started to buzz and his muscles and skin felt awesome. Pete could see the change beginning to wash over Clay, and he laughed to himself and said "Fuck you're hot sucking on that pipe kid, how about this next hit you shotgun into my mouth and we can pass it back and forth". Clay couldn't have asked for anything better at that moment. He waited for the smoke to form, and began taking his longest hit yet. Pete locked eye contact the whole way and lifted his eyebrows when Clay stopped sucking and leaned forward for the shotgun. Feeling better than Clay had ever felt, he hungrily put his lips to Pete's, opened mouth and pushed in the chemical smoke. Small plumes of clouds snuck out between them. Pete groaned and pushed them back into Clay's lungs and penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Clay began to feel high as a motherfucker and sucked on Pete's tongue as they made out, smoke being pushed back and forth til it was gone. Fuck Clay felt good. Pete pulled away just a few inches but kept his eyes focused on Clay's now dialated pupils. He massaged Clay's head and ruffled his hair, which drove him wild. "God Damn you're such a good boy, how do you deal now?" Clay only grinned, his lips and face Excitedly buzzed from the T, reached out and for the first time since he arrived grabbed ahold of the package between Pete's hairy legs. It felt thick, and Pete had some big nuts. Clay had never been so hungry to suck a Man's dick in his life. Pete only smiled and said "It looks like you found Daddy's dick, why don't you lay down in my lap, and you can watch me take some big hits while you get Daddy hard." Clay couldn't have been happier to hear those words.

Both have a plus and minuses. Depends on what you prefer...CumUnion parties are held at Club Body, while Megaplex is pretty much open your door, put your ass up.....men will dump a few loads in.

My first time taking a dick was from my nephew, who, by an unusual quirk, he was about a year younger than my age. He was spending the night at my home and we were sleeping in my bed and we were talking about sex. He asked if I jacked off and of course I replied 'yes'. Then he asked if I wanted to jack with him so again I replied 'yes'. We pulled our shorts down and we began to play, each of us with himself. Then he asked "Do you want to to touch my dick?" Without a word, I reached over and when I grabbed it. I was shocked at how big it felt in my hand. Compared to mine he was about seven inches and thick, whereas my dick was about five and a half inches. I played with it for a while till he coaxed me to lick it, and under his spell, I ducked under the covers and initially licked his dick, eventually segueing to sucking him. So, there I was, sucking my nephew with my parents, his aunt and uncle, in the next bedroom. After a while he asked if he could rub it against my asshole, and so I positioned myself so my back was against his torso, and he began to slide his cock up and down my butt. I could feel the wetness on my hole I began to push back. He rubbed spit on his dick and began to push in. He worked it in a little at a time and in between I would suck it to get it wet. After he was in me all the way he held it there, it felt so big and hot. After a while he begins to slide in and out while we try to be careful not to wake my parents. Eventually he had me position myself on my back and then, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he slid his cock back into my ass, and resumed fucking me, but this time he also was able to kiss me. Another first. He quietly fucked me until he came. I remember feeling his dick throb as he blew his load. Sliding out, he pulled-up his shorts and headed off into the bathroom. I pull my shorts up and lay there until he returned to bed. We exchanged 'good nights', and fell asleep. I kept his load in me till the next morning. We had several sexual encounters after that. That was my first dick and breeding and loved it.

Part 2 I expected Derek to avoid me for awhile, maybe quit working in the office, perhaps even pack up and move out. After his disappearing act that night, nothing would have surprised me except for what happened. The next afternoon, only a few minutes after his usually scheduled shift was to begin, in walked Derek, apologizing for his tardiness, explaining that he got no sleep last night, barely made it to his classes and was so fucking horny after last night that he didn’t hear a single thing any of his professors had said. I laughed and explained that it was the tina that made him so wired and horny. “That shit is awesome!” He said as he stripped off his jacket and backpack. “Not to mention those fucking hot girls you had over. That was the most amazing night ever!” Not quite believing my ears, I asked him how he felt about everything that went down, and he surprised me again by repeating all of his favorite moments, conveniently leaving out anything involving me and him. So he’d decided to ignore that part eh? Well that was fine with me. Denial would keep him from admitting what I was doing to him until it was too late. By the next time I saw him, he’d had a couple days to cool off, and seemed more embarrassed by what had gone on. So much so that he almost begged out of using the office for his jerk session that weekend until I told him I’d sent the link to his paysite to Lana and Lois and they both wanted to watch. Reluctantly he agreed, but his performance that night was his hottest yet, possibly because of the videos I kept sending him of Lana’s face between Lois’ legs. He never knew I was behind the camera, assuming the girl were filming it all themselves. He kept trying to get them to agree to another bang session, but backed down when they insisted they’d only do it with more tina. While I could tell he was itching for more of the same fun, he resigned himself to jerking on his pay site a few more times that weekend and once during the week. My plan was too successful suddenly, as Derek made so much during his frustrated jerk sessions that he didn’t need to do any for almost a month, only popping back on after he got an email requesting a private show from Lana. When I (under Lana’s screenname) asked him when we could party again, he explained that he couldn’t risk his grades by getting high and missing any classes, especially with finals approaching. It was a conundrum for sure, until I realized that finals would be followed by summer break. The next day when Derek showed for work, I asked him what he had planned for the holidays, to which he shrugged and told me he usually spent most of the 10 weeks off as a counselor, helping high/middle schoolers improve their game. Telling him how much fun it sounded like, I asked him where he planned to live after he got back, and he laughed, and responed “well here, of course.” “Oh so you wanted to renew your lease?” I asked him, trying to sound unaware of his desire to stay in the apartment. He nodded yes, playing right into my hands. “Damn I wish you’d told me that a few months back. I wanted to do some refreshing of some of the apartments that will be unused for the summer, and I ordered the fixtures and carpet at stuff weeks ago and I got stuff for your apartment too. I should also mention that I was planning to raise the rent a few hundred a month, maybe even double it.” “Shit, pardon my french, but where will I find a place to stay this late in the game?” Derek’s voice got worried. “Everyone who is coming back for next year has already signed leases and tied down any place I could afford.” “I’m sorry Derek,” I lied. “Maybe if you get a good-enough paying summer job you can save up enough to live there again. How much does the camp pay?” “Almost nothing, just room, board and a little extra for our travel. Besides, I’d need a miracle to save up enough for tuition and double the rent.” Derek was frantic, almost in tears. “Please Mr. E, isn’t there some way I can stay in that apartment at the same rent? Or something I can do to work it down to where I can afford it.” “Well, I was going to hire a couple guys to help me with the cosmetic stuff,” I offered, hoping Derek couldn’t hear the smirk in my voice. “If you want, you could work for me this summer, painting the apartments, ripping old cabinets and carpeting, installing new lights in the hallways and bedrooms, etc. That way I only have to hire professionals for the plumbing, electrical stuff, but it’d mean missing out on your camp.” “Not a problem sir,” Derek jumped at the chance to save himself from returning to working 2 jobs on top of a full time class load. “But where will I stay while we rip up my place and they redo it?” “Well if it isn’t too odd for you, you are welcome to bunk in my second bedroom,” my voice almost gave me away as I explained my idea, but Derek didn’t catch on. “It wouldn’t be all summer, and once we were finished in your apartment, you’d be free to move back in there, with all new cabinets, bath fixtures and appliances. Between the discount I’d give you for helping out, the money you’ll make, and some extra cash from your online shows, you should have enough saved to stay there until you graduate and cover you tuition for at least a semester or two.” “Are you sure it isn’t too much of an imposition sir?” Derek asked, always so polite in spite of his obvious doubts about staying with me. “Not at all Derek,” I put my arm around him and led him down to my apartment to show him the room. “The other room is so far from mine that it’s practically a separate place. Besides I’d prefer giving you the money as opposed to some guy off the street.” After seeing how nice my second bedroom was, with its attached bath, walk-in closet and balcony over-looking the pool, Derek couldn’t help himself and agreed to move in the next Friday after his last final. The week flew by, with me busying myself with the instillation of cameras all over my apartment and “Lana” constantly emailing Derek to see if he’d be able to get together after finals before she went on vacation with her “parents.” In actuality Lana and Lois were booked by an older gentleman friend of mine to spend a few weeks on his yacht getting high and gang-banged the entire time. Still, I knew she’d be free for one last night of partying so I called her up as soon as Derek agreed to meet up with her that Friday after he finished moving in. From my laptop in my private office, I watched every hidden camera angle of Derek’s muscular body as he hauled his final loads into his temporary digs, before texting Lana to go ahead and give Derek some bad news. I watched the screen as he answered and got a disappointed look on his face at something she said. “Well isn’t there anywhere else we can do it?” He asked her, listening to her respond before talking again. “No we can’t do it here. I am staying with Mr. E while we remodel my place, and I’d feel bad asking him if I could have you over on my first night.” More listening. “No please don’t ask him, I—Lana I’m not sure he’d--- No, please, I- Hello? Lana?” My phone buzzed with a text from Lana, telling me he’d fallen for it and thought she was asking me if she could stop by and play at that very moment. I watched as he paced on camera and finally tossed himself on the bed. His phone buzzed a moment later and he seemed happy at the response. Jumping up, he unearthed a towel from his bags and stripped naked, making his way into the bathroom to shower. My cock stiffened knowing he had just seen a text from Lana explaining that I was cool with it, and Lois was actually planning to come by after her last final too, so they’d be welcome to join the two of us for some partying. Whether he was reluctant to party again or not, he certainly showed no sign of it while stroking his stiff, soapy meat in my shower, working his way to a nice big load. Derek walked out of the bathroom just as I knocked on his bedroom door and told him to come out and join me for a drink before the girls arrived. Moments later he appeared in my living room wearing a loose pair of board shorts and a tee shirt, and took a drink from my hand. He might have sipped on the strong drink if I hadn’t turned off the air, and shut the windows. Instead he gulped while pretending to ignore the porn I had playing on my huge flat screen. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch from me, I asked him if he’d gotten settled and we chatted for awhile before Derek’s phone buzzed, right on cue. “Lana says Lois’ car broke down on campus and she has to wait with her for the tow truck so their gonna be kinda late,” Derek read, swallowing the last of his drink. “guess it’s just us for awhile.” “No problem,” I said as I refilled Derek’s glass. “just means I don’t have to be so uncomfortable.” With that I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off, leaving me in only my own khaki shorts and sandals. Derek was sweating now and obviously considering joining me. I almost told him to join me, when he made up his mind, set down his glass and stood to remove his shirt. It was obvious all he was wearing now were the shorts, which rode low as he sat back down. “Fuck it is hot in here,” I said, trying to make him more comfortable about his choice. It worked, getting him to spread him legs and lean back a little. “Guess we should get this party started.” “Um, I’m good thanks.” Derek said as I pulled out my pipe and a baggie of tina. “You sure bro?” I continued loading the bowl, ignoring his protest. “You know Lana will want to smoke when she gets here and I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself like last time.” “What do you mean?” Derek said, taking another gulp from his glass. “Just thought you’d want to seem like you could handle yourself this time, and show Lana you weren’t a stick in the mud is all,” My round about way of saying he was boring her. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this but she told me after you left that she thought you were a virgin, or maybe even… never mind.” “What?” His eyes grew wide and he pulled at the cuff of his shorts. “Tell me what she said.” “She… she wondered if you were kinda…gay.” I spit it out like I was disgusted by the thought. “The way you freaked whenever we came in contact and wouldn’t smoke around me, she thought you might be insecure about your sexuality. It didn’t help that you couldn’t light the pipe without my help. Lois even mentioned something about it when they were leaving the next morning.” “I’m no virgin and I’m definitely not queer,” Derek almost shouted, finishing his second drink and refilling it himself. “I just never smoked before.” “Want me to show you how so you can hit it for real when they arrive?” Derek nodded the affirmative and I motioned for him to come back to the couch, patting the seat next to me. Only inches from his sweet-smelling sweaty torso, I got hard watching him light the torch, and slowly melt the crystals, while my eyes drifted down to the head of his cock peaking from his shorts, which had ridden up when he sat. Once the bowl clouded over, I told him to put the pipe to his lips and slowly inhale. He breathed in a medium size puff before coughing and almost dropping the bowl. I grabbed it from him and laughed, which only made him mad. “Just show me how you do it okay?” He barked, before catching himself. “I mean… please.” Lighting the torch I took a perfect giant hit and blew it towards the tv. Handing him the pipe I lit it for him this time and coached him on how hard to inhale and how long. That time the hit was bigger and he only coughed once. Taking the pipe again, I suggested he take a shotgun from me, and reminded him to act like it was nothing so the girls didn’t think he was freaked by another guy. The logic was backwards but he fell for it as I slowly pressed my lips to his and filled his lungs with crystal clouds. I encouraged him to do the same for me, and he thrilled me by pressing his lips harder to mine that time, not pulling away when it ended in a small kiss. Not wanting to press my luck, I said he was doing well and we smoked without shotgunning, so I could check how big his clouds were. We finished the first bowl quickly and I loaded another, bigger bowl immediately, subtly implying that he was lucky I felt generous that night. We were thoroughly tweaked when Lana and Lois arrived, and all our inhibitions were gone. We spent the next few hours taking turns smoking and tagging the girls, Derek purposefully making sure that each of them saw him hit the pipe and shot gun with me a few times. Before I knew it, both of us had cum in our respective ‘date’ and Derek was so hot he ran off to hop in the shower. While they were gone, I slipped Lois the bag I owed her for that night and the girls got dressed and left. “Where’d they go?” Derek lamented reappearing from his bathroom in nothing but a pair of briefs, his hard cock pushing out the waist band. “They needed to pack for their trips and told me to tell you they might stop back by in a couple hours on their way to the airport.” I handed him the pipe as he sat next to me and we smoked and watched porn. Pretty soon we were both jerking off, me in the open, him through the fly of his calvins. “What’s that around you dick?” Derek nodded to the cock ring and ball separator I had put on earlier. I showed him the apparatus and asked if he wanted to try one on. He smiled and said yes, but was stymied when I thrust my hard on towards him and told him to get it off me and put it on himself. He blushed and looked up at me like I was nuts until I got frustrated. “Jesus Derek it is a dick not a rocket launcher,” I said, grabbing his hand and placing it on the snaps at the base of the ring. “Fucking sack up and help me get it off already.” He jumped into action, pulling and twisting the device in attempt to release my meat from it, before finally taking my cock in one hand, and pulling it off with the other. Feeling his hand stroke my slick dick accidentally as he pulled it free, I almost covered him in a cum load right then, but I knew the liquor was all but gone from his system by then and he might tweak out if I didn’t plan this next part just right. Holding in my load, I sat back down and watched amused as he tried to figure out how to put the ring on his own manhood. “Damn you’re helpless,” I said as I reached out, pulled him to standing in front of me, and ripped down his undies. Taking the ring from his hand I manipulated his cock and balls into it with as many “inadvertent” strokes as I could get away with. His dick was leaking like mad and I was happy his eyes were glued shut so I could open my mouth and catch a big glob of his juice on my tongue right as it dripped off his head. Smacking his ass, I told him he was done and pushed him back into his seat. He sat stunned for a moment, while I complimented him on how good he looked in it. “Really?” He asked me, finally gaining enough control to take his cock again and play with it. “Doesn’t it look kinda…gay?” “No way bro, lots of guys wear them, just look at the tv,” I said, pointing out a few of the porn stars waiting to gang bang the girl on the screen. “Most straight porn stars wear rings and fancy undies and even use toys in their butts once in awhile. It’s only gay if you wish it was a dick up there.” We both laughed at that and returned to stroking. When I was sure Derek could see me doing it, I took some lube from the table, covered my middle finger in it and worked it up into my hole. A few minutes later I added another before saying ‘fuck it!’ and pulling out my bag from next to the couch and dumping out a couple small vibrating plugs on the table. Taking the smallest one, I lubed it up, turned it on and pushed it slowly into my hole, all while Derek sat staring at my performance. “Try one,” I encourage him while jerking my dick. “I saw when Lana stuck her finger in your ass before” as I had told her to “and I know that you came in her only a few minutes later, so I know you liked it. Just try one dude.” “No way man,” Derek demurred. “Most I have ever had up there is a finger, and even then only when some girl caught me off guard.” “well then try a finger when you’re prepared,” I said, handing him a bottle of lube laced with tina. “This stuff is warming lube to help relax you and I promise no one will ever know. Go ahead…unless you’re worried about liking it so much you turn into a fag.” We laughed and he snatched the lube, squeezing out twice what he needed onto his middle and pointer fingers. As if he was dared, he threw his legs back so I could see and pushed them into his hole until they were all the way in, smiling at me like nothing was wrong. Still I could tell the burning from the laced lube had him rethinking his decision, so I complimented him. “Damn man, you must have balls of steel to take two fingers your first time,” stroking his ego with my admiration stopped him from pulling them out. “I bet that burns like a bitch right now, but with your tolerance for pain you could probably take a third finger once the sting wears off in a minute.” Sure enough a few minutes later, once he’d readjusted so he was facing the tv again, I watched as he added a third finger to his whole. When that seemed alright, I saw him begin to thrust them in and out, and could tell that was counteracting the tina-dick he was fighting. When his eyes drifted to the plugs on the table, I excused myself to the bathroom for a piss and instead ran to the bedroom to watch on my laptop as he grabbed the smaller of the two plugs I’d left on the table and worked it into his hole. Pounding away at his ass and stroking his dick he was still too high to get off. I walked back in just as he removed the smaller plug and was sitting on the bigger one. This fat rubber dong was more penis shaped than the last two but still ambiguous enough to keep him from feeling gay. Right as he managed to sit all the way down, I announced my presence with an offer to load one last free bowl. “What do you mean ‘last free bowl?’” He inquired, pretending he was just sitting on the table, not giving away the fact that 6 inches of black rubber were now inside him, stretching out his sphincter. “This shit is expensive man,” I said before shot-gunning a hit into his mouth. “I can’t keep smoking you out without you paying for any of it now can I? I am happy to provide sometimes, but how will I make money at it if I give it all away.” “Make money…so you sell this stuff?” Derek’s eyes were focused on the pipe that I held just out of reach. “Is that a problem?” He shook his head no. “Good then you can buy some for the next bowl.” “How do I do that?” Derek said, his dick now totally soft. “Well do you have any cash right now?” I asked, pulling out my phone. “Cause I can call my supplier and get some but I’ll either need to get some cash from you or take it from my sales and deduct it from what I was gonna pay you this week.” “I have like 20 bucks, what will that get me?” Derek asked, his cock shriveled to almost nothing, but his ass still hungry for the plug. “Almost nothing,” I kept lying to get him where I needed him to be. “but I will pull some of what I was gonna pay you and we can figure that out later. In the mean time, have another drink and I’ll get my dude to stop over with some for you.” Within 30 mins, Derek was hard again and working the plug in his hole, unaware that I’d slipped from g and a crushed tab of Viagra into his glass. He was so into stroking his cock that he didn’t realize I had company until I walked in with Matt, one of the boys who sold for me. “This is Matt,” I introduced them while Derek tried futilely to cover his hard on. “He is my supplier. Here’s your money Matty.” I handed Matt a folded up stack of $100 bills that he’d handed to me only moments before when we met out in the hall. Matt knew I didn’t want Derek to know that I was the real head of the operation, so he agreed to pretend to be my supplier. He also didn’t mind checking out the straight boy on my couch. Matt may have looked straight at almost 6’5”, with ripped muscular arms and pecs, tanned skin and some gang tats on his body, but really he was a bottom through and through, who sold to half the thugs in the county and occasionally let them get some for free if they would breed him with their thick black dicks. “Thanks bro, here’s your goods.” He handed me a small bag. “You can have some more if you let me jack off your boy here.” “Sorry bro, he’s straight like me,” I said, motioning for Derek to sit down since he had almost bolted when Matt suggested taking him into hand. “But you can watch me jerk it for a little extra if you want.” “Sounds good man,” Matt said, following me down the hall to my room. Once we shut the door, I wasted no time spinning matt around, bending him over my dresser, whipping out my stiff cock and reaming his hole bare. I shot deep inside in a few minutes which made him shoot all over the wood. “So I thought you said you didn’t fuck the help?” Matt whispered while pulling his pants up. “This guy must have you going fucking nuts to make you go to all this trouble and break your own rule. I hope he plays hard to get cause I would love to have you fuck me like that all the time.” I laughed and we traded the money again and I handed him a much bigger bag of goods, actually worth the amount he was paying me. We walked back out past Derek, who tossed a throw pillow over his crotch as Matt left, and I thanked Matt at the door for the help. Returning to the room, Derek asked me if I really let Matt watch me jerk off for party goods and I told him yes, before tossing him the small bag of goodies I owed him. “If you want I can give him your number,” I said as Derek frantically tried to load a bowl. “He might give you some freebies if you let him watch you do a show online.” “Yeah right man, I make 300-400 a session doing one of those,” Derek said as he fumbled to hit the pipe. “That’s about what that baggy in your hands cost,” I said pointing to the $40 or 50 worth he held in his hands. “He’d probably front you a bag half that size for a simple jack off video.” Derek hit the pipe and we smoke in silence, with him stroking his meat and his mind pondering the idea of selling jerk off videos for drugs. Finally the combo of the plug, his strokes and the tina was getting to him and he shot all over his chest, up onto his neck and even hitting his cheek. As he collapsed back onto the couch and caught his breath, I asked again if I could give Matt his number, and he nodded yes. Part 3 Over the next few days Derek and I worked side by side ripping up carpet, tearing out cabinets and removing old hollow core doors from the apartments. At night, we declined from partying for a day or two after both of us “ran out” of favors. But by Wednesday, Lana was sending Derek shots of her masturbating and sexy emails (per my instruction) and asked him to send some back of him smoking and jerking off. Coincidentally only a few minutes after Derek told lana he didn’t have the cash to buy any more tina, “Matt” texted him and asked if he’d consider jerking off in exchange for more. Watching the video stream from his room, I stroked my cock as Derek gave in and agreed, sending Matt (aka me on a burner phone) the link to a live site. Sneaking upstairs into the office, Derek was almost silent, not realizing I was aware of his actions the whole time. That night I watched and instructed Derek in every move of his hand and thrust of his fingers into his tight hole until he splashed cum all over himself. By the time he’d cleaned up and got back to the apartment, I was sitting in the living room with a fresh baggie from “Matt” for him. We stayed up all night that night, smoking and jerking, Derek sending photos of himself puffing and pounding his pud to Lana, who sent them right back to me. By the next morning we’d smoked it all and Derek had ridden the 6 inch plug to orgasm twice. This time it only took two days before Derek texted “Matt” and wanted to trade again. “Matt” suggested this time that he deliver the sack first and Derek make a home movie jerking off and playing with his ass, so Matt could watch it later. Derek agreed and while he went out for a swim, Matt must have stopped by because I was waiting in the living room with another sack of favors. This time we matched bowls, and I showed Derek how to use the video camera feature on my phone to make a video. Derek excused himself to his room this time and made a nasty video, riding his fingers and the 6 inch plug while wearing the cock ring, before shooting all over his bedspread. The next day I gave Derek his first payment, minus the 300 I supposedly paid for his first sack. He handed it right back and asked me to get him more favors and went out and found a girl at a bar, brought her back and had me film him while he fucked her all over the apartment and even took her down to the pool for a midnight ass fuck. After his newest sack ran out, she pretended to get a call and high-tailed it out the door. Broke, higher than fuck and hard, he texted “Matt” who told him this time if he wanted to get more favors, he’d have to get Mr. E to jerk off with him, and they’d have to stroke each other. I returned to the living room just as Derek read the text and got very upset. I asked him what was the matter. “He wants us to spank it together,” Derek said, blushing hard. “Otherwise he won’t give me anymore favors.” “I dunno Derek,” I feigned discomfort. “I don’t think I am down to do that without a chick here. Seems kinda gay.” “Yeah Mr. E, you’re right,” Derek responded. “Guess we can’t win them all.” Derek went back to room and tried for the next two hours to jerk off while watching old porn on his shitty computer but finally passed out still hard, never getting to cum. A few days passed and Derek kept texting and asking for more favors, asking if there was anything else he could do to get more, but “Matt” held firm. Finally after an especially rough day ripping out the old vanity in one of the bigger apartments, Derek received a text from Lana telling him she’d be back that weekend and wanted to get high and let him fuck her all weekend long. It took less than a minute for him to approach me and ask if I had any favors to share. “Nah sorry Derek,” I said, lying through my teeth while feeling the large bag of favors in my pockets. “Then will you front me my paycheck?” Derek asked hopefully. “I know I am not supposed to get another one from you for a few weeks but I really need to get more favors before Lana gets back in town.” “I wish I could Derek,” Lying again. “But until the next rent due date I am running low on funds, what with paying the contractor, plumber and electrician this week.” “Then please Mr. E, Sir,” He swallowed, gathering up his courage. “Please make the jerk off video with me. I know it seems kinda screwed up, pardon the language, but if you want you can just lay back and I’ll jerk you off and we can negotiate with Matt and get some favors for this weekend.” “I don’t think I can Derek,” I was already hard at the prospect. ”It’s too gay.” “It’s only gay if we like it,” Derek said, smiling. “Please Mr. E. I really, really need to smoke. Please.” “Alright Derek, I will do it for you. But you’d better make sure we get the stuff first and make sure Matt doesn’t want anything extra.” “Will do sir!” Derek ran back to his room and texted my burner. The deal was done. “Matt” would drop off some goodies while Derek worked out, and then he and I would make a jerk off video. A few hours later Derek returned from the work out room, sweaty and shirtless, his shorts hanging so low I could see the base of his cock as he dashed into his room to shower up. When he returned wearing tighty-whiteys and socks, I handed him a drink laced with a serious dose of ghb and Viagra, before pulling out the large bag of goodies and telling him I set up the camera in my bedroom so we’d be more comfortable. He reluctantly hopped onto the bed and his hands shook when I handed him the pipe, so I offered to light it for him. The glow of the torch hit his face and I could tell the ghb was taking effect, but there was something else I hadn’t expected. His eyes seemed full of fear, like he might run off before he was fully drugged. He opened his mouth to say something and I told him to inhale, just like the first night we got high together. As his lungs filled with smoke, I leaned in closer, until he started to exhale, and for the first time in weeks, he shotgunned the smoke into my mouth. This time I kissed him softly as the smoke passed to me. With the infusion of Tina in his system, the fear started to leave his eyes, and I handed him his cup and told him to finish it. Doing as he was told, I stood up and stripped off my tee shirt and shorts, my hard, dripping 8 inch cock springing out and hitting my tight fuzzy belly. “Finished,” He said, setting the cup on the bedside table. As he turned back towards me, I took advantage of his distracted mind and moved in so my cock brushed across his chest as I moved in to sit down. He flinched and tried to move away before realizing he was between my body and the wall on the bed and there was nowhere to go. I grabbed the remote and started the porn on my bedroom tv, and we both watched, our bodies stretched out with our shoulders and heads propped up on the pillows, as a lithe teen blonde took four men into bed and began sucking their cocks and fingering her pussy. Derek tried not to be too obvious as he fished out his hardening dick and stroked it, before remembering he was supposed to be jerking mine. He looked over at me in the darkened room and gingerly placed his fingers over my pulsing shaft. Mimicking his actions, but with more confidence, I too fingered his dick, but took it firm in my hand and began to stroke. “UUUUHNNN, fuck yes Mr. E.” Derek moaned, before stopping himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” “It’s okay Derek,” I whispered in his ear, using my other hand to press take his fingers and close them around my cock. “Now we better get to business if we want more favors.” We stroked each other hard now, both of us working the other, while moaning and grunting. After a few minutes I told Derek that Matt offered us twice as much tina if one of us would suck the other one in the video. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” my lips almost pressed to his ear as I said it. He didn’t respond but closed his eyes, the ghb was now totally in control of him. I took my hand away from his cock and reached over and picked up the pipe, pressing it to his mouth. Lighting it, he inhaled as soon as I whispered “go.” Eyes still closed, I waited until he finished inhaling, then rolled over on top of him and French kissed him, sucking the clouds from his lungs and into mine. With his arms pinned under my knees on either side of him, I sat up a little and took another hit and blew it back into him. This time when I pulled away, he sat up a little, chasing my lips as if he wanted more. I smiled the smile of a victorious man and sank down to his crotch level, releasing him from my body weight and asked again. “Would you like me to suck you Derek?” Without waiting for his answered I swallowed his cock almost to the base, eliciting a moan and causing both of his hands to grab my hair and try to force me deeper. I deep throated him for a few minutes while my hands snuck under the blanket and brought out the laced lube. He gasped as my thick middle digit pierced his hole and burrowed deep into him. Something resembling the words “my butt’s burning” escaped his mouth but I only added more fingers until three were inside him. Thicker than his own fingers, three of mine were easily as thick as the plug he was now used to, but the plug didn’t spread and stretch the hole like my fingers were. A whimper and some leg action to push away from me told me Derek was trying to make an escape and I chortled at how pitiful his attempt was due to his drugged state of mind. Still I wasn’t a total ass, so I ripped my fingers from his hole, bringing him to a small scream, before, climbing back up his chest, re-pinning his arms beneath my thighs and slapping my cock against his mouth. His glassy eyes opened wide and he tried to turn his head, but I’d have none of that. “Your turn, Derek.” I said, sliding my cock head between his lips. “Come on now, I am doing this because you asked me to, so take my dick in your mouth, and no teeth.” “GmHpphrrmm” came out around my dick, and I freed it for a second to hear his final thoughts on the matter. “Getuff me, youkint dothiz. I dunt wantuh sukeur dick.” “Look at me Derek, Look at me!” I took my dick away, swung my hand down and smacked him just hard enough to bring him to full attention for a moment. His eyes met mine as I smiled and leaned closer. “You asked me to make this video with you, you practically begged. You even offered to do all the work just so you could get a fix. So now you’re going to do what you need to do to earn your baggy and you can relax and accept it and maybe have an okay time or you can fight me and try to get away and end up torn open and used like an old paper bag. It is up to you, but make no mistake. You will take my cock in your mouth and suck my dick and anything else I tell you to do or I will kick your ass to the curb, cut off your supply of goodies, and send the video of you smoking, stroking and stuffing your slutty ass to the dean, your parents and all of your old teammates. You’ll be kicked out of school, disowned, shunned, and you’re still going to end up sucking dick, mine or some other dealer’s. Now open wide if we understand one another.” “Fuck you faggot.” Derek said, on the verge of tears. Slamming the lids shut, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth. I straightened up again and moved my dick onto his virgin tongue, forcing it back into his throat. He gagged at first but I explained that he’d need to breathe through his nose when he could as I pushed it further and cut off his air supply. Thrashing and bucking his eyes popped open but he avoided using his teeth and did his best to take what I gave him. When he began to get the hang of it I reached back, took a large crystal from the bedside table and speared it up into Derek’s boyhole, eliciting a squeal from around my dick. I plugged it up with the same plug he’d been so fond of only days before, and gave his shriveled tina dick and jiggle as I returned my attention to throat fucking the fight out of him for another 5 minutes or so. Sufficiently satisfied that he’d gotten me to full mast and provided enough snot and slobber, I withdrew all the way and climbed off of him. Curling up, he coughed and whimpered, scooting himself towards the head of the bed and mumbling something like wudyaduduma as he went. “What did I do to you?” He nodded and reached to remove the plug, but my hand was faster and I pinned his wrist and shook my head in disapproval. “You’ll want that where it is for now, trust me. As for what I did, I gave you exactly what you wanted, the high of your life. Your drink was spiked with ghb, aka the date rape drug, and you downed it so fast I am amazed you didn’t pass out. What you should be asking is what do I have planned for you. That one is much more interesting, but I think I should show you instead of telling you.” I grabbed Derek’s toned legs and twisted until he had no choice but to flip onto his stomach. Pulling him by the ankles, I worked him toward me until his knees were off the mattress, before separating them with my own legs and climbing up between his toned smooth thighs. Reaching out I plucked the butt plug from its home in one foul swoop. Bucking in protest, I caught sight of Derek’s face in the mirror in my headboard and knew that he’d finally figured out what was coming. His hands shot out in front of him, wildly grasping the bedspread in hopes of pulling himself to safety, but without any traction from his legs, he was out of luck. Inching closer, my hands reached out to where the lube had been concealed and retrieved a steady cam remote. With the press of a button the TV screen switched over to a live feed from all the many cameras hidden around the bedroom and I scrolled through them until I found the one I wanted: a hidden camera in the alarm clock, angled just right to see Derek’s face. Animal instinct and primal fear were evident in his face, suggesting he’d given up the urge to fight and was now relying on flight to save him. Setting down the remote and spreading his ass cheeks with one hand, I clasped the other to his neck, immobilizing his movement just slightly, and turning the look on his face into a look of defeat. “No.” was the last coherent word I made out from him that night, when my massive cock head slid up against his sphincter and pressed in. Derek lost his ability to process language when the pressure got higher and my butt cheeks clenched, drawing my dick forward until it burst into Derek’s virgin hole. Adrenaline and pain combined to make his body seize forward, but only until it bounced against the mattress and sprung back, causing my cock to go further. Taking his ensuing screech as an invitation, I sunk my staff all the way in until my body was pressed tight to his own. Sobs rocked his chest when I felt my cock pierce a third pulsing ring, so the boy who’d done nothing but respect and obey me from day one was in pain and I was causing it. It was clear to me that I had to pull myself off, beg his forgiveness and fix what I’d done, but all of that was forgotten when I started to pull out and his asshole grasped my helmet and squeezed enticingly. I sunk back deeper still into his hole, and he gasped, then sobbed again. With all my will power I managed to pull out almost half way before a different muscle gripped and wouldn’t let me out. Accordingly I slammed back in again, followed by a bigger gasp and quieter sobs. Finally I speedily reared back until I was almost free, this time his outer hole closing tight, locking my bulbous cockhead inside. Not one to argue with physiology I figured that whatever his mind had to tell itself about hating what was happening, his butt was not about to let it stop. Pumping slowly at first then faster, I worked myself up until I was truly fucking the former virgin beneath my roaring form. Glancing up I saw that Derek’s face was no longer contorted in pain as it had been upon my initial entry, but the tv now showed it to be conflicted, upset but intrigued. Scooting back until my feet touched the ground, while pulling his semi-conscious form along, I repositioned myself and spun him around until he was on his back, my cock never leaving his bowels. Sure enough, he was as hard as I was, maybe harder and pulsing along with no help from his or my hand. Arms limp above him and tear streaked head rolling from side to side I resumed my pounding, now faster and deeper with his legs over my forearms. He suddenly came to life and moved his arms to my chest to push me away. Beating against my hairy pecs with all the strength his drugged body could muster, he moaned and sucked in breath, until his eyes popped open, his abs tightened and his ass milked me like nothing I’d ever felt. Unable to speak, I shot my gaze deep into his and grunted to warn that he was about to receive my sperm. Almost as if he understood me, he nodded once, then his hands, which had been fighting me off, reached out and grabbed my hips and my neck, pulling me in deeper on each thrust. Before I could impregnate my straight victim, his neck arched, his chest puffed up and his untouched cock began to shoot all over both of us, soaking my furry chin, chest and abs, as well as his smooth lips, nose, adam’s apple, and down to his belly button. This was exactly what I had hoped for the first day we met, except for one final thing. Then suddenly it was complete. My uretha swelled and opened as I shot stream after stream of hot meth-laced semen so deep in his ass that it might still be there. Counting when I watched the video later, it looks from the outside like I shot at least 12 hard shots and another 15 or so medium sized spurts before my balls gave out and I collapsed onto Derek’s delirious body. When I came to a few minutes later, Derek was also just regaining consciousness and mumbling. When both of our eyes focused and he realized it was really happening, he shook his head for a second, then closed his eyes, turned his head away from me, and squeezed my cock with his hole. “More huh?” I asked, my hoarse voice full of lust. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass cheeks then fell to his sides. His will was broken and his ass was mine. I shot another load in him before I ever pulled out, and managed another two loads, one in his throat and one both on his asshole and inside it, before the drugs completely wore off. He came once more, in the shower, while crying, after I dumped him there once I was done. When he was sober enough to get out, he locked himself in his room with his party favors, the plug I left inside him to keep my loads in, and a copy of the video we’d just made. Over the next few hours he smoked the last of the tina and tried not to freak out. Watching via the hidden cams, I saw as he texted Lana, receiving no response, before struggling and finally taking his phone and texting someone else. Hearing a buzz I looked over and saw “Matt’s” phone had a new message. It said: ‘have vid u requested. should b worth 2x what u gave me or more. If u like it enuf I can make sequel.’ Attached was a clip from the video of me sucking Derek’s dick and another clip of me pounding his hole Typing furiously I responded: ‘If ur willing 2 do that, maybe we can work it out so u never have 2 pay. I have friends 4 u 2 meet and service.’ Watching the camera, I saw him start to work the plug in his ass. Reading the response, he took a deep breath and typed back: ‘Whatever u want but I need more stuf asap. I want 2 be so hi I dont remember what I did 2day.’ My smile widened and I picked up the pipe and a bottle of g off the table before responding: ’ever been 2 rest stop on hwy 85? Its worth 3x as much if I can c u with other guys there.’ ‘just tell me when n where 2 go. I need 2 get hi now.’ The end of part 3

I was fucked by a homeless guy at Sand Key beach in clearwater, florida one day. I was out tanning in my gstring and then went to their showers on the sidewalk in my gstring and a homeless guy was watching me from the bushes and i noticed he was j/o, so i went into the changing rooms and he followed. He was a pretty nasty troll, pretty dirty and smelly. But that was way more of a turn on. Never said a word to each other, he just flowed me in, i knelt dow.And atarted blowing him then just turned around and he fucked me... told him i wanted him to cum in my mouth, he started to cum in my hole and i pulled away and grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth and took the rest of the load down my throat. Was a hot degrading experience.

As Alex ate my cunt, Dad watched and carefully gauged my reactions. Then, without warning, he looked at Alex, " Go take care of your brother over there, he looks like he needs it." I looked over and Rocky was mesmerized by the porn with a huge fucking dildo that he was working in and out of his cunt. His jock was soaked through with pre cum as his caged cock leaked like a sieve, just as my uncaged, but shriveled cock was doing. Dad lined up in front of me, looked me in the eyes, and said, " Ready for me to mark my territory, boy?" "Yessir" I enthusiastically replied. Rubbing his cockhead against my hole, our eyes locked, Dad slowly slipped in about half way. Then he took two fingers, wiped some of my pre cum from my cock, wiped it onto his spit covered cock and slammed his daddy meat balls deep. I was in heaven. Glancing over, I saw Alex brutally grab the dildo from Rocky's hand, pulled it out with one fell swoop, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go. Rocky just moaned as his eyes trolled back. "You like that, don't ya bro?" Rocky just whimpered a feeble "Oh yeh" in response. The fucking went on for both of us for a good hour or more, then Dad went rigid, "You want my seed, son?" I looked him dead in the eyes and nodded. Dad began to thrust harder, had this possessed look about him, but never broke eye contact. Suddenly he began to shout "Fuck boy, you're taking my seed" over and over. After a minute he just stopped and pulled out. Grabbing the plug that he had taken out of me earlier, he reached for the now familiar bag and added some more shards. "No Sir, I think I am high enough" I told him. "Not nearly high enough for what I have planned for ya, son" and with that he slammed the plug straight in and walked off to join Rocky and Alex. I could feel the now familiar burn and started to sweat profusely again. I was watching Alex fucking Rocky. Dad was over there tweaking Alex's nips. "Cum for me boy" Dad ordered Alex. Immediately Alex went rigid and it was clear he was blasting jets into Rocky just as Dad had ordered. Even in my drug induced haze I thought that was amazing that Alex could cum on command. "Pull out boy, and lap that seed up." Dad ordered Alex. Alex knelt down and began to lap at Rocky's cunt like a dog at a food dish. Rocky obliged him by pushing as much out as he could. Then Alex came up and gave Dad a big cummy kiss. " I love the taste of my boys" Dad said as he shot a glance over at me. Then, out of nowhere, the odd looking guy reappeared. He had a bowl of ice water. Dad looked at Alex, "You know what to do..." Alex didn't have to be to twice. He took his magnificent dick and put it in the ice water to shrivel it down, which was almost instantly. Then the cage was replaced on his now soft cock. The odd looking guy came over to me after Dad had whispered something into his ear. I was unruffled and helped out of the sling, but the plug was left in place. I was brought over to join Rocky, Alex, and Dad. The funny looking guy had brought down water for us and I drank rather greedily, not realizing how thirsty I had become. Rocky suddenly announced to the group that he had to piss. Dad looked at Alex, "Grab me a catheter and one of those special plugs." Alex wondered off to grab something from the other side of the room. "No Dad, please not that," implored Rocky. Dad looked at him, " Around here we don't waste, now get back in that sling for a second." Alex reappeared with a catheter and a very large plug that had a hole on the end that you insert with a tube running from it. Dad took the plug from Alex and handed Alex the key to Rocky's cage. Alex removed the cage, lubed the catheter and slowly began to insert it up Rocky's cock through the split in the front of his now removed cage. Suddenly, a little spurt of piss flew out. Alex clamped off the catheter and reattached the cage over Rocky's cock. Meanwhile, Dad had lubed up the funny looking plug and had added a few shards for good measure. It was much larger than the one that was in me. Dad inserted the plug slowly into Rocky who was moaning like a bitch in heat. Looking at me, Dad said, "Recycling is good for ya. His piss is loaded with chess, and no matter how much he might fight it, Rocky knows he is gonna be a lot higher in less than five minutes. Probably so high that he won't be able to stand for a while." Just then, Rocky's cunt gave way and the plug slipped right in. Alex had already grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed Rocky's hands so that he couldn't remove the plug. Dad connected the catheter to the tube coming from the plug and then opened the clamp. As Alex and Dad were talking about some bench that Dad wanted, I watched as Rocky began to sweat and then his eyes just glazed over as he breathed really hard and stared almost hypnotically at the porn that was playing. Alex wondered off to get the bench that him and Dad had been talking about. I looked at Dad, "Is Rocky gonna be okay and what's going on with him?" Dad replied, " Rocky has a beautiful cock, but I need more of my boys to be good cunt boys. His piss is running right into his cunt right now as fast as he is making it. That piss has a shit ton of the medicine that I gave all of ya'll in the syringes, so he is getting higher and higher as it absorbs into his gut." "Well, I really need to piss too, but it don't want to be plugged like that" I replied. "Don't worry son, that's more advanced training for him to learn pleasure from his cunt. Maybe you'll get there one day. But in the meantime, piss into this bag." Handing me a plastic bag with a tube attached, I took the bag and moved my jock over and started to piss. Holy shit! I must have pissed a half gallon of brownish-yellow foul smelling chem piss. "Smell it" Dad ordered. I did... It reeked. Taking the bag from me, Dad closed off the catheter snaking from Rocky's cock cage. He disconnected the hose from the catheter to the plug and attached the hose to the one coming from the bag I had just filled. Rocky was so out of it all he could do was shake his head and mouth the word "no" but it was to no avail. Dad even sprinkled a few crystals into the bag and then open the clamp. My piss was no flooding Rocky's gut. Dad handed the bag to me and told me to hold it high while it emptied into Rocky as he went over by Alex and the strange looking bench he had brought over and set between the slings. After talking to Alex for a minute, Dad came back over to me and took the now empty piss bag out of my hand. He removed the tube from the bag and reattached the catheter from Rocky's cock, then reopened the clamp. Rocky was so spun he was damn near paralyzed. Dad ordered me to go over by Alex at the bench. This bench was weird looking. It looked like a weight bench in that it was inclined at a 45 degree angle for the back, but the base that you would sit on was more like a toilet seat. The bench also had a cross beam about 2/3 of the way up. The whole thing was attached to cables that allowed it to be raised or lowered. "Climb aboard" Alex instructed. Having no clue what this was for I agreed. Dad walked up and mumbled something to Alex who then walked off. Dad strapped my arms to the cross beams, my legs to the sides, and shoved a small leather covered pillow under my head. "Now we are going to see just how suitable you are to becoming one of my boys. My problem is that you boys are trained to fuck with your cock, when in reality, I need you to be able to use your cunt. That's the mistake I made with Rocky. I let him to continue to use his cock way too much and now he needs remedial lessons, as you can see he is getting now." I was terrified and had no clue what was gonna happen. Dad got up and walked over to a switch on the wall. Activating it, I was raised a good three feet off the floor. "I'm gonna give you the best time of your life if you'll let me tonight and I will be able to see if you're going to be a suitable match. You're gonna take my fist, boy." "Did you get what I needed?" Dad asked Alex. With a grin, Alex showed Dad a full syringe and a small brown bottle whith a devilish grin. "Good, now grab me the lube and a chair." Alex set the syringe and the bottle on a small table next to me and quickly grabbed a can of vegetable shortening and a chair. Dad sat down in the chair and removed my plug, which was much smaller than his hands. Alex grabbed the small brown bottle and moved around behind me. Dad put some lube on his hands and started to work his fingers into my cunt. One by one they slowly slipped in. "Damn, you're tight boy" was all that he kept saying. Sometimes Dad would look at Alex and nod. When he did the small brown bottle was brought down in front of my nose and I was told to inhale deeply. This only made my cunt relax more which Dad took full advantage of. Then we hit an impasse; my hole just wasn't willing to open up enough to accommodate his hand. "Grab me the bag" he ordered Alex. Alex grabbed the bag and dad dipped his lube covered fingers in. Then he put those fingers back in my hole. The burn was intense, but I opened up a bit more. Still not enough. "Guess that we're gonna have to go with the nuclear option" Dad said to Alex. "Boy, this is gonna be intense, but you gotta stay with me. You are about to be slammed with half a gram. You're going to be as spun as Rocky over there, but just ride with it. After you cough I am going to put my hand all the way into ya. You might cum, you might piss, but just go with it." Alex already had the tourniquet around my right bicep. He slipped the vein with alcohol. "Look at me" Dad ordered. I looked away from the needle. My arm had already been freed from the cuffs. Raise your arm Dad ordered! I did, and my chest heaved, I coughed so hard I thought my lungs were going to come out of my chest. All of a sudden my tiny t dick started blasting piss all over Dad. All I could do was mutter gibberish. Then I felt it. Like I was taking a huge shit, but backwards. It only took about a minute, but my hungry cunt had swallowed Dad's hand completely. Alex held the small brown bottle under my nose again as Dad worked my cunt. All of a sudden, I felt uncontrollable spasms in my cunt. Fuck! I was cumming... And hard too! I couldn't believe my soft cock was blowing cum like a geyser. "Looks like ya'll found the perfect bro" Dad said to Alex. "The boy won't need much training, that's for sure." Alex responded. Dad continued to fist fuck me for quite some time. Toward the end, his hands got tired and Alex took his place wrecking my cunt. Dad returned a few minuted later with a catheter and a large plug like Rocky had. "Wasn't planning on using this tonight, but I think he is ready" Dad said. Alex concurred and took his hand out. The bench was lowered, I was taken off and strapped back into the sling next to the spun out Rocky. The catheter and plug were inserted into me, just as into Rocky, only that my plug had a three way attachment. One was connected to my catheter, the other two to the two bags Dad and Alex had been filling over night. All three were attached and the valves opened. The intense burning started again, but this time it was followed by being full as hell. Now I knew why Rocky didn't like this, but like him, I was too spun to object. Alex and Dad left us and went upstairs.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…