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I've been trying to "seduce" my roommate into breeding me for the past several weeks but to no luck. Hell, I've even left my door open while other guys have fucked me and he's just stood there and watched. Finally this weekend all my work paid off! He had a friend in town and they went out during the day on Saturday. They got home and wanted to smoke a little 420 which I gladly did with them. After getting good and high his friend finally tells me "why don't you go into your bedroom and put on a jock" so of course I jumped at that invitation! I do so and shortly after his friend comes in and starts eating my ass and deep dicking me nice and slow for about 15 to 20 minutes. My roommate then comes in and starts to j/o and smack his cock on my face until I start sucking it. His friend unleashes a massive load in my hole and pulls out to shove his cock down my throat and clean him off. With that the roommate finally shoves his dick in and within a minute or so shoots his load up my ass. Of course I now have the taste of his cum and simply want more! Guess I should wear jockstraps more often :-)

Pumping yet another craigs lister balls deep with my hot toxic load. My boy took the photo after he pumped his load down his throat. As I said good boy take that Toxic load he sort of shuddered at the thought and after asked are you rely HIV+? I said yes all he said is holy fuck I never thought to ask. and left in a hurry.

Part 3: Want Some MORE chocolate sprinkles? – Pay-to-Play for 25 inches of Pain: “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” Hot BBC nutt continued to run down my leg - the special family mix from both the ice cream man and his nephew. I groaned as the ice cream man jammed his fingers in my ass, used his nails to scratch at my hole, and then withdrew them before stuffing shards of Tina inside me. I was spinning pretty good when the back door opened up and the nephew stepped in followed by two huge guys who seemed like they could barely fit in the truck. The ice cream man stood up, licked the slime and crystal crust off his fingers, puffed on his cigar, then grabbed my chin with his right hand and said, “Tonight’s dinner special is Kobe Beef Steak - extra rare - the ‘all you can eat’ buffet version.” He then held up my black credit card and turned it side to side, “This is a special, off-menu delivery so will cost extra. These two bust heads for me for a living, and a few arms, legs, and skulls as needed. Tonight you get the privilege of funding some pay-to-play for my guys here who will be bringing 25 inches of pain. That’s right. 13 and long and 12 and wide - so which steak you trying to choke down first? Hell don’t really matter. Not your choice.” I shivered as a Tina rush coursed through me and my hormones blazed like a solar flare anticipating what was to come. The ice cream man set some baggies of Tina on the counter, grabbed his box of stash, looked at the two guys and gave his final instructions, “You got an hour to rape that ass, make that pussy gape and flap and swell. He’s a dick hungry fag slut, so no limits, and that hole is already primed - both with some nicca nutt and some of my good stash. You two think you can handle that? Aiight. We’ll be back in 60 and who knows - maybe he’ll add a tip!” It took a little swearing, adjusting, and ultimately they had to step out the back before the ice cream man and his nephew could leave. When the two drug enforcers stepped back in, the ice cream truck seemed to tilt, and the shadows darkened as they stood between me and the small light bulb on the ceiling that cast a pale glow. The rag in my mouth prevented me from talking, but I did my best mumble and rattled the chains on my arms to get their attention. They booth looked at me like I was an annoying pest. One of them sat down on the ice cream man’s milk crate and started to take off his boots. “What the fuck you doing?” the other one asked as he reached into the cooler, pulled out a popsicle and peeled the sticky paper back to expose a bright, orange frozen treat. “Getting comfortable - fuck - what you think? And what the fuck you doing?” The other guy just shrugged as he bit off a chunk of the Popsicle and chewed it, which sent a shiver up my spine. How can folks bite into something cold like that? They continued chatting back and forth and I was getting hornier and hornier so I rattled the chains again and spun back and forth a little. My ass needed some attention and now! The guy who sat down was now naked except for his boots that he had put back on. He grunted then growled as he stood back up and came over to me and slapped my face, “What the fuck? Sluts should be seen and not heard, now let me see that ass.” He stepped around and behind me then WHACK! Gave my ass a good smack. My body tensed, the chains shook, I mumbled into the mouth rag. WHACK! “HA - damn! Those white cheeks turn bright red just like that,” He said. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The other came over, “I say we bruise the fag up a bit first. Boss said no limits, but I gotta nutt soon as my balls are bursting and should be good for a couple. What do you think? In answer his friend continued to spank my cheeks - WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The guy in front just laughed, set the now remnants of the Popsicle and stick between his teeth and nursed it like a pacifier as he reached down, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. The angle prevented me from seeing his dick, but I could smell it and that man funk would have made my dick spring right up if it had not been for all the Tina now coursing through me. He stepped closer, smiled, pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth and with the last bits of orange treat left started to melt it across my nipples in little swirls. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The ass beating continued as my nipples started to get chewed and worked. I could feel his dick now. The head was tapping at my belly button as he jacked his shaft while he hummed and chewed first one nipple then the other. He paused and bit hard and I yelped and cried out into the rag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He bit down again and started to grind my nipple like a rock of Tina caught between a spoon and the counter. I was whimpering as he opened his mouth wider, taking in more of my flesh, yet always finding his way back to my nipple core. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “There we go - fuck yeah!” the guy behind me said. “Got some nice shades of deep red showing and my rings are leaving hot little purple gouges. Time to bruise that pussy up.” The massive chocolate stick punctured my ass ring and my body went rigid, the chains clanged and banged, my eyes watered up and the bile caught in my throat as the dewy rag would not let me force it out. The guy who had now chewed my nipples raw looked up, paused, laughed, “Yeah, shit stings don’t it? Most pussy tries to tap out as soon as he starts pushing it in, but that’s not an option for you. Here, let me coat them nostrils for you. Make you relax them ass lips so my man can get his thrust on.” The BBC behind me gripped my hips hard, dug his nails into my skin, and pushed his dick deeper into my slop filled hole, “FEEL THAT CUNT GET RIPPED AND SPLIT! WRECKIN IT OPEN ‘N DIGGIN THAT TUNNEL OUT!” The chains were rattling hard now as he started to slam fuck me, “THAT PUSSY HAVING A FIT! CONVULSING ON MY DICK - GO ON - TRY TO CLAMP THAT HOLE SHUT, LET ME BREAK IT OPEN. FUCK THAT’S NASTY - RIGHT LIKE THAT - SEE YOU TRYING TO ARCH THAT BACK, LET ME DIG THEM WALLS - OH YEAH!” My nipples were given a short reprieve as the man in front paused his chewing and said, “Yo, let’s put some more gas in that tank.” The BBC in my ass slid out, I gasped into the rag in my mouth and fidgeted wanting him to put it back in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I whimpered, my spanker laughed, I then watched his buddy coat up the Popsicle stick with a load of white powder before walking behind me. “OK,” he said, “Pull his cheeks apart a bit bro, let me eye that hole. JESUS NICCA! You shredding it! Let’s see if this sets that fag’s ass on fire.” I cried out more - the noise lost in the rag as he shaved the Popsicle stick into my ass and started digging around with it, coating my hole with Tina while at the same time trying to damage my gut lining. When he was done, and his buddy slammed back in and started fucking fast and furious, the pain was sharp, pointed, intense, and burning. Back in the front, the BBC who had tortured my nipples stood back and stroked his dick. My eyes grew wide at how long and thick it was. “Time for a little DP action bro,” he said as he put his body right in front of mine, wiggled his right hand between my thighs, then placed his dick head just under my balls and when his buddy slammed into me, he shoved his dick forward. I now had a monster BBC fucking my ass and another sliding back and forth right under my balls/between my upper thighs pushing the opposite way. He laughed, “BRO, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS FACE. DON’T THINK THIS BITCH HAS EVER HAD HIS GOUCH FUCKED BEFORE. DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD TWO PUSSIES DID YOU? YOUR GOUCH IS ALL WARM AND SLICK FROM THAT NUTT JUICE DRIPPING OUT YOUR ASS - SLICKING MY DICK UP JUST RIGHT - GETTING ME ALL READY TO BUST A LOAD INSIDE.” My balls were being crushed now by his black wood as he banged me from the front while his buddy continued to stretch my ass. “I’M GONNA FLOOD THIS HOLE, BANGIN THIS BACK, MURDERING THIS PUSSY GOOD,” the BBC fucking me announced, “HELP ME HOLD THE BITCH STILL MAN - LET ME PISTOL WHIP THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BAZOOKA DICK - TAKE THIS A.K.-FUCKIN-47. YOU READY FOR SOME BULLETS? READY TO GET SHOT UP? DRIVE BY SNIPER DICK COMING - GOING TO BLOW YOU THE FUCK UP! BLOW YOU THE FUCK ----AHHH YEAH - BLOWING YOU UP…..” Both dicks picked up the pace as my ass was filled with more chocolate syrup. Hersheys had nothing on me! No sooner had he removed his demon dick from my ass, than his buddy pulled his now wet and slippery dick out from under my balls, reached up, and unhooked the chains. Our three bodies all became somewhat entangled, “Yo man, bend the bitch over first so he can lick my dick clean and taste that strawberry filling I made in that pussy.” He proudly pointed at his dick, “Look at them chunks man! That was some good thick nutt and damn - look there - BIG RED IN THE HOUSE MADE THAT PUSSY SHRED!” The rag was pulled from my mouth and before I could say a word he pushed my head down, “OPEN THAT SLUT MOUTH AND TASTE YOUR PERIOD, SLURP THAT GOOD NICCA NUTT UP WHILE MY BRO STUFFS YOU WITH HIS OWN PERSONAL TAMPON STICK!” I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft in as I could, but his head was big and dick was thick and before I had time to really loosen my jaws and give his dick its due I tried to rear back. “TIME TO TURN YOU OUT YOU DICK HUNGRY PERV SLUT! FUCKING TEASING ME WITH THAT GOUCH, NOW IT’S MY TURN TO IMPALE YOU WITH SOME - WHAT’D THE BOSS CALL IT? OH YEAH - KOBE BEEF. YOU LIKE THIS BEEF? BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS IS HOW COWS GET THEIR MILK - NICCA BULL DICK MILK. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON HIS SHIT AND WORK THAT HOLE IF YOU WANT THIS MILK - WORK IT - AW FUCK. TIME TO RAPE THAT PUSSY DEEP. HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BEEF STICK! TAKE THIS BLACK BEEF! YOU JUST A COW FOR THIS BULL DICK - PINK COW PUSSY FOR THIS BLACK BULL - GOOD COW READY. BREED AND SEED INSEMINATION COMING! BULL SPERM COMING SLUT - BULL NUTT DRIPPING - YOU READY TO GET IT? FUCK YEAH FAG BITCH TAKE MY NUTT! MILK THIS DICK! EAT IT UP! SWALLOW THESE BULL BABIES UP THAT PUSSY HOLE! HELL YEAH BLOWING MY LOAD BALLS DEEP - OPENED YOU RIGHT UP - FUCKING NASTY CUM WHORE!” My body was shaking uncontrollably. I started to wonder, was I overdosing on Tina or something? I was standing in the middle of the ice cream truck, legs apart, my hole dripping PING PING PING nutt onto the metal floor. The ice cream man’s two BBC drug enforcers were both lined up at the counter, snorting Tina, and when the chains on my collar and between my wrists started rattling louder they looked at me and laughed. The guy who had fucked me first – the one with the thick 12-incher, said, “Fuck, pussy’s in shock, I got just the fix for that.” He roughly pushed me down on the cardboard covered section of the floor, pushed my cuffed and chained hands forward and grunted as he rammed back in me, “Let’s pack this fudge stick up in that ass. MAKE YOU FEEL THIS ALMOND JOY.” His co-conspirator kicked the milk crate over, sat down, lit a cigarette, adjusted his pants that were still down around his ankles, then held his hand down in front of my face, “Spit on my hand.” I tried and half the spit just ran down my chin as I was body pressed to the floor being rape fucked and with my cuffed arms forced forward could not really make the shot. He just laughed, used his fingers to wipe my chin, then took his slick hand and started stroking his 13-inch dick back to life. “Yo - you about done man?” Mr. 13-inch asked, “I’m ready to tear it up again. Go on my man, let me see you stretch that pussy out. Bang it harder! NAIL THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR! HAMMER IT HOME - HAMMER IT - THERE YOU GO NICCA - THERE YOU GO! FUCKIN-A BRO - FUCKIN-A. LEAN INTO THAT SHIT, LEAN INTO IT. STRETCH IT OUT FOR ME, YEAH THAT PUSSY AIN’T SNAPPING BACK ANYTIME SOON. COME ON BRO, NUTT IT UP. NUTT IT UP. HE LIKES THAT ALMOND JOY WITH NUTTS - YEAH HE DOES - BITCH PUSSY FOR NUTT - DIG UP IN THERE! DIG IT OUT! DIG IT! FUCK YEAH BRO!” It was like being at a one-on-one pick up game where I was totally outmatched, the other guy never let control of the ball go, and he had his own cheerleading team to encourage the slaughter. With a final thrust the 12-incher swelled and heaved and poured his load deep. When he withdrew hardly anything ran out as my guts went back into their normal twist and turn shape and held his sticky jizz in. No sooner had he stood up off me and stepped back towards the front of the ice cream truck, then Mr. 13-inch was up off the milk crate, between my legs, and dropping his full weight down onto me. I cried out as his dick felt like it was deep enough to puncture a lung. He adjusted himself, grabbed the back of the leather collar with his left hand, clamped his right hand over my mouth/face, and proceeded to pound the hell out of me. “THIS IS HOW WE DO THOSE HOME INVASIONS,” he explained, letting me in on some of their criminal secrets, or maybe just his twisted fantasy, “WE ROUGH UP THE BITCH BOY PUSSY WHEN WE FOLLOW ONE OF THEM HOME - FIRST SO THEY LEARN ENOUGH TO OBEY. THEN WHEN I’M SURE THE FIGHT’S GONE OUT OF THEM, I SET MY PIECE ON THE NIGHTSTAND SO THEY CAN SEE HOW THINGS COULD GO WHILE MY BRO HERE CHOKES THEM OUT.” He yanks the collar, squeezes his hands tighter, “THOSE PUSSIES TOTALLY RELAX LIKE THAT - ASSES TOO - I CAN EVEN DRY FUCK’EM THAT WAY. COURSE THE HOLE’S NEVER THE SAME AFTER THAT, BUT LIKE I GIVE A SHIT. I GOT WHAT I NEEDED. IF THEY HAPPEN TO START COMING TO BEFORE I FINISH - WELL A QUICK SQUEEZE AND LIGHTS OUT AGAIN BABY OR IF WE KNOW WE GOT TIME WE ALWAYS HAVE A NEEDLE ON HAND WITH A SPECIAL COCKTAIL. WE TURN THE SLUTS OUT - FIND NEW HOLES TO BREAK OPEN - GO DEEPER THAN ANYONE HAS GONE BEFORE - BREED THEM WITH SO MUCH NICCA NUTT I BE THE DADDY AND GRANDADDY.” This was some fucked up shit, but the 12-inch guy was loving it as he now sat on the milk crate, jacking his dick and moaning and groaning and saying, “YES!” like a hiss over and over listening to his buddy twist my tail while he spun a tale. “ONCE IN A BLUE MOON - AND FUCK WE AIN’T FOUND THIS IN FUCKING EVER - WE COME ACROSS A BITCH HOLE THAT PUTS UP A GOOD FIGHT, WANTS IT HARDER, DEEPER, ROUGHER, AND IS WILLING TO LET US TAKE WHAT WE NEED. WHEN WE NEED IT. HOW WE WANT IT. I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE; YES I DO YOU FUCKING FAG PUSSY. YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW? THE HARDER I SQUEEZE YOU MOAN. YOU LIKE THAT SHIT. THE DEEPER MY DICK GOES YOU BUCK YOUR HIPS UP AND BACK. YOU LIKE IT. I CAN TELL YOU NEED THIS. YOU WANT US TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE? BRING A CREW OF HOMIES TO ROUGH YOU UP - FUCK YOU DOWN - SLUT YOU OUT? YEAH YOU DO. COME ON, I NEED TO SHOOT BUT NOT LIKE THIS. NO - I GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED BITCH.” Mr. 13-inch climbed off me, stood up, and his buddy reached down and helped me get first onto my knees then to stand up as well. Silent instructions passed between them and while Mr. 13-inch fought with the napkin dispenser and finally pulled the top off and grabbed a handful before he started wiping and dabbing at my puffy hole, the 12-inch dick pointed the way to nirvana - more lines of Tina ready for me to snort. I did a couple, and then did a couple more per their orders. Next I was placed between the two of them facing the 12-inch dicked top as he leaned against one of the coolers. His buddy got behind me, mumbled, stepped to the side, grabbed the milk crate and took some of the cardboard off the floor and flopped it across the top of the crates going lengthwise in the ice cream truck. “Get on your hands and knees on there,” one of them said. I was flying pretty well and between needing more dick and Tina, was surprised I was able to obey. Well I tried. I had to hunch up on the milk crate like some show dog and would have lost my balance completely when Mr. 13-inch got behind me and started spanking my ass if his buddy had not found a way to hold me steady. With my neck firmly set between his legs, the 12-inch dude straddled me and held me in place with some porno wrestling headlock move. I could smell his balls, ass, and had a great view of the tops of the back of his boots. My shoulders were pressed against the front of his thighs and with my hands gripping the outer edge of the crate I actually felt pretty stable. His buddy now slapped my lower back with his hard, 13-inch dick and said, “TIME TO SEE HOW FAR THAT PUSSY ASS WILL STRETCH.” “GOOD KITTY - ARCH THAT BACK - THAT’S RIGHT PUSSY - YOU FEELING THAT SHIT NOW AIN’T YOU?” he said as he squirreled his 13-inches back into my guts asking a question that he clearly knew the answer to. The BBC holding me in the headlock now started slapping his semi-hard dick against the bottom of my neck while his buddy tried to find new angles and depths with which to gut me open. I tried to say something once and got my neck squeezed, so I focused then on just trying to relax and enjoy the ride. Easier said than done. There was a loud banging at the door and a muffled voice - the ice cream man’s nephew - saying, “5 minutes then you’re needed back inside.” The hound was off to the hunt now. “FUCK YEAH MAKING THAT BITCH PUSSY HURT. FUCKING YOU OUT - STRETCHING THAT FAG HOLE WIDE OPEN SO YOU CAN TAKE ALL MY BABIES. YOU TRYING TO BE THAT ON CALL DICK SLUT? THAT WHITE WHORE WE CAN USE, BRUISE, ABUSE, AND NUTT ALL IN ANYTIME WE WANT? LET US FIND NEW WAYS TO FILL YOU WITH DADDY CREAM? TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK! ARCH THAT BACK, ARCH IT IF YOU WANT THIS LOAD - ARCH IT SO I CAN BREAK THEM GUTS OPEN AND MARK YOU AS TRUE BBC BITCH SLUT - TRUE BBC HUNGRY WHORE - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD!” 30-seconds later I was standing up, bent over, licking the man drippings off his brutal, black, beast. His 12-inch buddy had slammed right back inside me and was fucking like a jack rabbit to bust another nutt before our time was up. With his dick clean, Mr. 13-inch slid a napkin across the cooler, grabbed a Sharpie marker off the shelf by the whiteboard, tapped me on the head and said, “Write down your number and address and not a fucking word to the boss - you understand? My man and I ain’t done with you yet so you can expect maybe a little breaking and entering, home invasion, beat down and rape down, homie gang bang like you was Grand Central Station letting all them big black trains run through your house. You understand?” The latch on the ice cream truck door turned, the napkin was quickly stuffed in a pocket, the ice cream man stepped up as his nephew stayed on the street and held the door open just a crack. “Time’s up boys. Get back inside. There’s shit to slang and work to be done.” Soon I was alone with him and the ice cream man’s hard dick was back inside my wrecked hole. “How was tonight’s dinner service so far? Did you enjoy the first course?” he asked. What the fuck was he talking about? Before I could ask he said, “Why let good, knocked up pussy go to waste?” (*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!)

...next please...

Cum is so addictive. I don't want in my mouth anymore, it means nothing unless its in my ass.

Part 2 Master is fingering my hole with his thick finger as he drives. It's been an hour and finally he reveals our destination. "You got lucky, boy. I know a rest stop where you can suck and get fucked for hours." I moan at the thought. "Ya I'm gonna get you really piggy. See this rest stop is known as a fuck stop. Everyone knows it's only for sleazy cock sluts and the men they serve. You ready for that faggot?" I nod and moan. "No you ain't boy not yet. He pulls out a rig. "You need this in you first, I think your first is wearing out" he said with a grin. I didn't think he knew, then again I didn't even care to think about anything other than being a fuck hole for this alpha man. We arrive. The outside is completely normal, but that changes as we enter the restrooms. A symphony of male lust surrounds us as we walk past piss pigs kneeling under a golden stream, cocksuckers getting throat fucked and bottom sluts getting stretched out by big white dick. Master leads me to a stall and administers my slam. I cough heavy and lose my breath. "Oh fuck hail meth! Hail Sarah Palin! Fuck ya im a slut for Sarah Palin" the words fly out of my mouth. They caught the attention of some studs. "That's a good boy! Take that slam. Get over here and suck this big cock, slut" master nods and I hungrily swallow the fat uncut cock. I feel a hand on my hole then a blunt pain shooting through my body quickly turned into a powerful pleasure. I scream around the cock in my mouth but it only makes the stud shove his cock deeper down my throat causing my throat to bulge. Master unleashes a torrent of yellow piss on me as I hump back on the cock splitting my hole open. All I can think about is how I wish I had another hole to take more cock into. I'm moaning like a whore around my studs cock. I hear grunting behind me and I clench my hole to milk the load out of the big cock in my ass.. "take. This. Fucking . Load. FAGGOT! He releases big globs of hot cum so deep in my hole I can almost feel it in my stomach. He slaps my ass and walks away. I'm still gagging and choking on the big cock in my mouth when I feel a hand on my ass forcing two fingers in my hole then quickly out. My hole gapes open letting out almost all the cum just deposited in me with a splat on the ground. Seeing how much cum I was holding in my hole pushed the stud at my mouth over the edge and he started filling my mouth with cum. It was so bitter but I loved it. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he was overflowing my mouth.. I caught what I could in my hands and licked it up. He chuckles and spits on my face. I push it to my mouth and savor the taste of his spit. I feel the fingers on my hole again and realize I don't know who they belonged to. I turn around to see a sexy, muscular biker wearing all leather. His hard muscle glistens with sweat. He has nothing on under his leather jacket leaving his hairy torso exposed. I immediately turn around a start to nuzzle his cod piece. "Damn boy, I need a fuck hole that loves cock as much as you do." Master looked up "he's yours if you want him. I wanted to see if he deserved to be here and he definitely does. He can come here again if he wants my cock but I won't stop another alpha man from taking possession of a cock sucker". The biker grabbed my chin and roughly thrusted it up, "hear that boy? You're mine now" he spit into my face and rubbed it in. We get outside and he leads me to his bike. I get on behind him and wrap my arms around his hard body.. I wonder where he's taking me. I hope there's plenty of hard cock..

I've been slamming Tina for about a year now and ive never felt like such a cockslut. I love it; there's only one issue- I've never been fucked after I slam. I spend 12-14 hours watching porn with big white alpha cock, in awe of an endless supply of images but I can never seem to find a guy willing to follow through and fuck me. I ache for my hole to be filled, but in the moment, I'm pretty satisfied staring at giant cocks on tumblr. I need more. I can't keep wasting this cockwhore state I get into when I have Tina coursing thru my veins. I worship cock as a god, now I must kneel at the alter. I need to feel the hot flesh of a hard cock; smell the musky testosterone of an alphas bull balls; offer my hole up to my god and take its seed. I clear a week, mix up 3 rigs (.4 and 2 .3's) and head towards the rest area where I plan to make myself available to any and all cocks on the grimy piss soaked floor of the bathroom. In the past I've been afraid of being reported, embarrassed or beat up for being such a faggot but I didn't care anymore. My arm is itching for a slam, my cock is hardening under my jock and loose sweatpants. I have a black tank top tightly fitted to my toned hairy torso. I debated shaving all my body hair off to attract more straight men but I want an alpha who looks past masculine and feminine and just sees a cocksucker that needs to be used. I keep my pubes from getting too unruly but my ass and thighs have a nice layer of fuzz. I park outside of the restrooms and hurry inside. Empty. I get in a stall and pull out the .4 from my knee high black socks and an alcohol wipe from my sweats. No tie off needed as I wipe my arm, take a few deep breaths and line my needle up and slowly slide into the vein on the inside of my elbow. I pull the plunger back and immediately see a red cloud in the chamber. Slowly I push the plunger back down, as I watch the chems enter my body I think about how uninhibited I will become. The plunger hits the bottom "here comes the fun" I whisper as I withdraw the needle and raise my arm up above my head. I cough three times and feel the warmth spread thru my body. "Oh fuck.. oh fuck!" I keep moaning as the wave of euphoria crashes into me. I rip my clothes off. I'm sitting on a dirty truck stop toilet in a jock strap and knee high socks tweaking my nipples and moaning. "Hail Sarah Palin, hail meth, hail COCK!" I chant over and over. My prayers are answered when I hear footsteps. I make sure my stall is unlocked and get on my knees in the corner behind the toilet.. my chest is heaving as he walks in. He's tall (alphas usually are) maybe 6'3. He wears loose fitting Levi's but it's clear they house thick tree trunks. His forearms are beefy and thick, covered in black hair that goes up to his exposed biceps. He's got a belly but it's firm like maybe he was a wrestler back in the day. His shaved head glisten in the light and his blue eyes barely acknowledged my presence. He pulls his pants down as he sits on the toilet giving me the perfect view and whiff off his beefy hairy ass. His tight pucker buried in fur. "You gonna just sit there and watch me shit or you gonna come suck my fat cock?" He said a little impatiently. I scrambled to get between his knees and immediately take his soft but fat dick into my mouth. "Fuck ya take care of a real mans cock. Get it hard". I begin to lovingly suck this studs cock while he relieves himself on the toilet. It's not long before he's flushing and his cock is hard as diamond and standing straight up at what has to be at least 8 inches with a 6 inch girth. I start sucking his sweaty hairy nutsack. His manly scent is making my delirious. I rub my face in his crotch trying to cover myself in his man musk. "Good faggot.. get masters scent". He's fucking my face when two sets of footsteps approach. I realize the stall is still unlocked but I can't tear myself away from this god cock. "Dad?" I hear. "Go back out with your mom, daddy needs to use the bathroom alone". The door opens to our hot scene while "daddy" is already stroking his fat cock. Master pulls me off and spins me around so I can service this daddy's cock. Not particularly attractive but he did have a nice fat beer can cock and some hairy low hangers. Before I knew it he was pressing my head down and shooting ropes of cum down my throat before pulling out to get a few shots across my face. He spits on me and leaves. I'm in heaven. "Get up boy, I'm taking you for a while." He grabs my clothes but pushes me out without letting me dress. I walk to his truck in my jock and socks knowing that anyone looking in my direction knows I'm about to get used by this big hairy alpha. He's putting the truck into gear when he tells me to start sucking his cock while he drives.. I don't where we're going but I don't care as I go back to work on masters hard cock.

I've sucked off several paraplegic guys in wheelchairs before the following incident, but this was the first time a paraplegic guy has fucked me. I answered a Craigslist ad this afternoon. The poster described himself as straight, independent paraplegic guy, living at a timeshare condo on the south Las Vegas Strip. We shared a few back and forth messages and as well as some pics which showed a very nice looking guy in his mid 30's with a strong, muscular upper body. He had, however, no use of his legs. He also stated that while he was straight, he often let guys blow him as he had found more guys than women who wanted to suck him off. So, he was open to having me come to service him. I met him at his condo door. He let me in and locked the door behind me. He had a very nice, large suite with a beautiful view up towards the Las Vegas Strip hotels in the distance. He wheeled to the opposite side of the main room and parked his low chair with big wheels. He was wearing a white bathrobe. He untied the waist belt and opened his robe, showing off not merely his muscular, hairy chest, and his strong, muscled arms, but also his semi-hard cock, which was about seven inches, cut. I quickly walked over, dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked him, his cock quickly hardened in my mouth. He had large, egg shaped balls hanging below his cock, but his chair kept his legs rather close together, making it difficult to get down to work on them, but, I was really enjoying working on his cock as it had swollen to full hardness in no time. "Hold it on a second," he remarked as he extracted himself from my mouth, and wheeled himself into the adjoining bedroom, through the french doors connecting the two rooms. Once there, he maneuvered his chair alongside the large, king-sized bed. Then, with some amazing feat of dexterity, he got himself out of the chair and onto the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the bed as he sat on the side. Again I dropped to my knees, my mouth, tongue and lips nursing his hard cock. His position on the edge of his bed meant I could more easily work his cock, sucking it, then licking it up and down, paying particular attention to the underside. In addition I was able to separate his legs and suck and lick his balls. Moaning in pleasure, he lay back on the bed, so I lifted his twig-like legs and licked under his large balls. He emitted another moan, so I lifted his legs higher and licked his asshole. Now, he really started to moan. "Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned as I licked his hole. I slid my tongue up into his hole and spread his hole with my fingers, getting my tongue up as deep into him as I could. "Fuck, Man..........Eat my shit hole," he gasped. I was eating, licking and lapping at his hole like a mad man. As I came up for air, he began to push himself farther up onto the bed, towards the middle of the mattress, so I climbed up on the bed and moved between his legs, renewing my attentions to his balls and asshole. As I did so I thought 'He's really an attractive man and has a really nice seven inch cock. I want him to fuck me, but not sure if he can or would'. I maneuver myself into a 69 position with him. He wouldn't suck my cock, he was, after all straight, but he did begin to play with my asshole, going so far as to slip one of his fingers into my asshole a bit. He also slapped my ass a few times. At that time I decided to make my move. I released his cock, stood, turned and straddled him, rubbing my ass against his throbbing cock. His contented smile told me he was game. I spat on my fingers and lubed up his cock, and then spat a few more times, lubing my ass, which I positioned over his cock, his head directly against my hole as, looking him in the eyes, I lowered my ass onto his cock. "OH, FUCK!!!" he groaned as my ass slid down his shaft. Riding his cock, I rose and lowered my ass so on the withdraw his cock head would almost clear my ass, only for me to descend, sliding down so he was balls-deep inside my hole. I also leaned forward so I could pinch his nipples in unison with the rise and fall of my ass. In a very few minutes his breathing got heavy, then ragged, and finally gasping, as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. I could tell his cock had shot a few volleys into my hole, so I pulled off his cock a bit, feeling his warm cum drip from my hole and down my thigh, then I completely slid off his cock, spun around, taking his still-throbbing cock into my mouth so I could enjoy the last few bursts of cum that oozed into my mouth. When he was done I licked his cock clean as he caught his breath. "Oh, FUCK!", he says again. "I didn't want to cum so quickly. But I couldn't help it, dude. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. Shit, that felt great!" he exclaimed. Smiling with satisfaction, I climbed off the bed and began to dress, answering "Glad you liked it. I did as well. How long are you in Vegas?" "'Till Monday, this time. But I come here three or four times a year, usually," he replied. Noticing a pad of paper and a pen on the bedside table, I wrote my email address and phone number on the paper, handing them to him as I suggested "Let me know if I can take care of you again." "Gladly," he answered as I finished dressing moved to exit his suite. His cum has been slowly dripping from my ass for the last three hours. I'm doing my best to keep it in me, but I suspect it's a loosing battle as he seems to have planted quite a large load in me. At this point I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it in my ass.

I posted on Craigslist today that I wanted to suck off a str8 guy or a group of str8 guys. I got 4 or 5 replies. Mostly from out of town guys staying at some of the big hotels on the Las Vegas Strip. One guy in particular was very appealing. He sent a pic of himself. He was mid 30's, tall, muscular with a full black beard. He said he was str8, had never had a guy suck him, but was horny and wanted to experience it. He was staying at the MGM Grand Hotel. I told him I could be there in an hour. He sent me his room number and told me that his door would be unlocked and the lights out. Just come in and suck him. Just as I was ready to leave I got a message from a different guy that was staying at Harrah's. Just a few blocks from MGM. He said he also was str8 and would like to see me sucking some other guys. He also said he'd never had a guy suck him. But he might join in if he got horny enough. That's one of the real perks of living in Las Vegas. I find a lot of guys that would normally never try something like this in their hometown, but being alone in Las Vegas, without the wife, they feel it's their chance to try something they've always wondered about. I texted the MGM guy and asked if he would be up for having the other guy join us? I could suck them both off. He replied back to me that he would be ok with that. So, I sent Harrah's guy the room number at the MGM and told him the door would be unlocked. Just come in. He'd find me sucking the other guy. Sure enough, I arrived at the guys room at the MGM Grand and found his door cracked open. His room was at the far end of the hall. When I entered the room, I could see that he had a huge suite. It was dim and I could see a faint light coming from a television in the adjoining bedroom. "Come on in", I heard a low voice call out from the bedroom. I walked to the bedroom and found him laying back on the bed. He was wearing a tee-shirt, but was naked from the waist down. He had a hard cock sticking straight up. I quickly removed my clothes and knelt beside him on his bed. I leaned over and took his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked up and down on his shaft as his cock hardened even more. I licked the underside of his cock and licked his large nut sac. He moaned as I licked his balls. Then I crawled between his legs and went back to work on his cock. His cock was long and thick. But was just the right dimensions that I could fully deep-throat it. He was really getting off as I would deep throat his cock and take it to the back of my throat and hold it there. Milking his cock with the back of my throat. Then I licked down his cock, licking his balls, then licking underneath his balls. He moaned loudly again. I then lifted his legs and flicked my tongue on his asshole. A loud groan came from him. I lifted up his legs further and went to town on his asshole. Getting my tongue deep up into his str8 ass. Then I climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor on the side of the bed. I asked him to scoot over so that his ass was on the edge of the bed. He climbed off the bed. Walked to where I was, layed back on the bed and raised his knees to his chest. His ass was now at my face level. I went back to work on his ass with my mouth. I could really get my tongue deep up inside his hole, now. I was licking the soft, pink inside of his hole. Sucking on his hole. Kissing it. Blowing on it. He was going wild. "Holy Fuck!", he exclaimed. "I've never had my ass eaten before. This is fuckin amazing!", he moaned. I made love to his str8 asshole for 5 or 6 minutes. Then I went back to sucking his cock. Then he turned and knelt on his hands and knees. He wanted me to go back to eating his hole. I ate his hole, licked his balls and then pulled his cock back between his legs and licked and sucked on his rock hard cockhead. He was moaning, groaning and going wild. "Oh, fuck! I'm close to cumming! Don't make me cum, yet!", he groaned. "We should wait for the other guy, right?" he said. "Let me check on him". I climbed off the bed and checked my phone. There was a text that he had arrived at the hotel and was walking to the elevators. Just then, I heard the door open and close to the suite. I climbed back on the bed, between the guys legs and went back to sucking his cock as I heard the other guy enter the bedroom and begin to remove his clothes. Soon, from the corner of my eye I could see the Harrah's guy climb naked onto the bed and lay beside the MGM guy. The new guy was older and heavy set. But nice looking with ginger hair and pubes. I came up off of MGM guys cock and moved to take Harrah's guy's cock into my mouth, but he stopped me. "No. Let me just watch", Harrah's guy said. I went back to sucking MGM guy's big cock. I alternated sucking and rimming him for another 5 minutes before he couldn't take it anymore. "Dammit! I'm cumming!!!", he groaned as he filled my mouth with his sweet, hot load of cum. I took his cock to the back of my throat and let my throat milk every drop of his cum that I could get. When I came up off his cock, I could see Harrah's guy stroking his cock. I leaned over and took Harrah's guy's cock into my mouth. He let me suck him this time. He was only about 4"s long. But kind of thick. The ginger pubic hair was a real turnon for me. I climbed between his legs and really went to work on his ginger cock. He was pretty turned on and it only took a couple of minutes before he groaned "I'm cumming", and filled my mouth with his load. We both climbed off the bed. I dressed quickly and said my "Goodbyes" and headed out of the suite and down the hall to the elevators. I have a busy sex week planned and I was out of poppers. So, since I was in the part of town where all the ABS's are, I thought I'd better hit one of the stores and buy some poppers. Now, Sunday's can often be kind of a dead day at the Vegas ABS's. But when I pulled up at Peepland there were 6 cars in the lot. So, I bought my bottle of poppers and headed back to the arcade. Sure enough, there were several red lights over some of the booth doors. I tried the occupied doors and found one unlocked. I went into the booth to find a very tall, nice looking guy, late 50's with a long, thick, semi hard cock in his hands. He was stroking as he watched a str8 porn movie. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. I sucked for a second on his cock. Then he began to undo his belt and open up his zipper to give me better access to his cock and balls. While he was doing this, I was taking some deep sniffs of poppers. I got a nice poppers buzz and went back to sucking his cock as it swelled in my mouth. He was looking down on me as I looked up at him while I was worshiping and servicing his str8 cock. He had such a nice, long and thick cock, I was really enjoying it. About 4 or 5 minutes was all it took for him to shoot his load into my cockhungry mouth. Once I had his load, I got up, thanked him for his load, being the gentleman that I am. lol And left his booth. I tried the door knobs of the occupied booths again. Damn! They were all locked. Just then a heavy set young man in his 20's came into the arcade. He was looking at the movie titles in the display case. He was looking in the str8 movie section. Then he turned and found an empty booth. He went in and closed the door. But, I didn't hear him turn the lock. I waited outside his door until I could hear him put his dollar into the machine and the movie began. Then I gave him a few more moments to get his dick out. Then I opened the door and went inside. He didn't even look over to me. He just kept watching the movie as he stroked his still soft cock. I knelt down in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. He quickly hardened as I sucked him. His cock was not very long, but tick. His large belly made it so that I had to turn my head sideways to suck him. But he was a grower, not a shower. His cock seemed to just keep growing as I sucked. Then I felt his cock swell and throb. He didn't make any moans or groans or announce his orgasm, but he was soon filling my mouth with his youthful, str8 load of cum. I swallowed every drop, then got up and left his booth. I tried the doors again, but all were still locked. I decided it was time to head home and get Sunday dinner on the table. But, an unexpected and pleasurable Sunday afternoon for me.

One ....

Can't get any hotter than that... *hole twitching like crazy*

Beautifully wasted. I want his swimmers deep inside my boyhole...

I was recently working abroad and had assumed the prospects of hooking up with someone were virtually impossible when a miracle occurred: a top said he would come to my hotel room and fuck me. He arrived at 7:00 PM, we loaded ourselves with parTy favours and I started sucking on his cock only to find it was quite large. 'Lucky me', I thought. Then he re-positioned me so I was on my back, and he rimmed my shaved hole before gently easing his cock into my cunt and gently going in all the way until he was pushing on the back of my tonsils. This continued for eight hours, during which he fucked me, rimmed me, worked my tits, and as I sucked his wet, juicy cock. The top continuously huffed on his poppers, until, after he finally left, I found myself a shattered wreck who had only three hours to get back to work. Fuck what a great session! I'm further happy to say he returned about a week later and we had another HnH session which also lasted eight hours, during which breeding, pissing, tit torture, and rimming were on the menu.

Never had a Black stud let me play with his beautiful daddydick. Would love to know what it tastes like, smells like, feels like... If there's a Black Daddy out there who'd like to make love to my ass, sliding his black cock deep into my pink, hairless boypussy, please let me know...

In case you never felt like worshiping a POZ Daddy... ...this particularly strapping specimen might change your mind...

I'm an incomplete paraplegic, no use of left leg, cock doesn't get hard and bladder shot but have retained normal touch sensation. Because of that and my age it's hard getting guys interested but I've never had any complaints when I do find guys willing to fuck me and some come back for more. I like to remove my catheter for fucking whenever possible so it helps if a guy is into watersports as I leak piss with every thrust. The main disadvantage for me is that I don't cum but not reaching a climax means I can go on forever. It's surprising the number of guys that are into amputees and wheelchair users and I've hooked up with a few and had some great sleazy sex. Some like to fuck me in my chair and others in bed. One young devotee. In his twenties liked to lift me up with his arms under my legs, place my back against a wall and fuck me standing or lift me up and down on his cock - great fun. I've got one married guy in his forties that calls once every week for an anon scene. I lay in bed blindfolded, he climbs in, fucks me, unloads and leaves. Never seen his face and never spoken, it's a huge turn on for both of us. If anyone in the UK fancies doing their bit to assist the disabled send me a message. I'm based in South Wales but can travel if you can accom. Pics on nkp, profile name PrEPhole

I feel the need - the need to breed!

Depends on what the event is. If you have contacted the top already, you can always ask if they prefer prelubed or not. Some want to eat ass but not always. Some want a quick fuck so I put a good dollop of chilled petroleum jelly in my hole before driving out. I have also used a mineral oil enema as a finishing touch when I have deep cleaned. It's flavorless in case there's any rimming to be done. Makes for smooth sliding inside the rectum. I didn't have the best reaction with coconut oil, yes, organic. Just make sure you have a good absorbent towel underneath you if you take the prelubed route, just in case. Another alternative is frozen cum. Jack into a mini resealable container each time you jack till it's near filled. That it a bit in the fridge and pour the cum into appropriate shaped ice tray. Your top will only taste natural flavors when eating your hole. And then add his load to yours.

Wow, what an incredibly hot read. It must be really difficult for a guy in his condition to get real good sex short of paying a hooker for it, which to be fair is an option for anyone of us if we're prepared to go down that road but I could see how he finds it hard to find a sexy woman who'd be prepared to fuck him for the pleasure and not out of pity. That as a straight guy he's had to resort to hooking up with men to get a decent blow job shows how difficult it is for him but the truth of it is by taking that road he's gonna end up getting some of the best sex of his life I love how you've focused on how good looking,muscular and sexy he is, it's clear you enjoyed it as much as he did. When I saw the title it piqued my interest in the same macabre way a car crash or photos of an assassination victim would but I was delighted reading your post in how positive,honest and downright dirty n hot it was ?

feeling especially horny today....really wanna bury my raw, hard up dick in some good, tight hole

New Year’s Eve, and I knew that the bars and the sex clubs would be doing a good business, crowded with men, all looking for the same thing: sex ! It was still early, so I made a plan to check out an Adult Book Store, then hit the sex clubs, later on. But, first, I needed to do a little partying, to really put me in the mood. I was glad that I had thought ahead and texted my dealer, the day before, to replenish my supply. Before I go out trawling for sex, I like to get chemmed up. It gives me a lot of confidence, and makes all of my inhibitions disappear. My favorite way to get pretty well spun in a short amount of time is to blow clouds in and out of a condom. So, I reloaded my bubbler pipe, lit my torch, and carefully applied the small blue flame to the bowl. As soon as I saw a decent size puddle forming, I moved the torch away, and started rolling the bowl back and forth, watching closely as more and more clouds started swirling. Then, I started slowly sucking on the stem of the pipe, and I reapplied the torch, to keep the clouds swirling, continuously. As soon as I had sucked my lungs full, I pressed an unrolled condom tightly against my lips, and blew a huge cloud into it. Pinching off the end of the condom, I took a couple of breaths, then I sucked the clouds out of the condom and back into my lungs, repeating, for a total of about 20 hits, all from just one hit off the pipe. Next, I got cleaned up, then put on a steel cock ring and a black jockstrap, followed by my favorite leather chaps and my boots. But, before I was ready to leave, I wanted to hit the pipe again, so I fired it up, and, using the same method as before, took about 20 more hits, giving me a good dopamine high. I knew that the Adult Book Store closed early, so I got there around 9:00 PM. I was lucky to get a good parking place, so I decided to leave my car there when I left the Adult Book Store and headed over to the sex clubs, which were only a couple blocks away. I walked in, paid the admission, then I went straight through to the back of the store, and through the leather curtains, and into the video arcade. Just as I had expected, there were a lot of men there. I knew that would make it easier for me to hook up with guys who were looking to fuck. There was a steady parade of men walking through the arcade, sometimes opening doors and going in, and sometimes just looking inside, then continuing on. I stepped into a vacant booth, and closed and latched the door. There were glory holes on three sides of the booth, and I could tell from the garish white glow of the video screen that there were men stationed at two of the holes, waiting to suck cocks. I remembered to bring a lube applicator with me, and I used it to shoot a fair amount of lube up my hole. Then, I placed my hands on my knees and backed my ass up to the vacant glory hole, and waited, poppers in hand. In just a few minutes, I could feel a cock head rubbing up and down on my hole, so I quickly uncapped the poppers and took a couple of good hits. It was good timing because just as I started to feel my heart slamming, I could also feel the man’s cock head pushing into me. Damn, it felt good, and I started moaning each time he drove his hard cock into me. It felt like his cock was not too much thicker and longer than average, so it was a good size for my first fucking of the evening. From time to time, I took a hit of poppers while he kept up a steady pace. Before long, with his cock all the way inside of me, he stopped thrusting. I felt his cock head pulsating, deep inside of me, and I heard him groaning loudly as he began fucking me really hard, pumping his load into me, his belt buckle knocking against the wall between us with every thrust, until his balls were completely drained. He slowly pulled his cock out of my hole, and I heard him unlatch the door and leave, letting the door slam behind him. Quite a few men opened the door of the next booth, then left, letting the door slam each time. Apparently, they were looking for cocks, the same as I was. So, I just hung out, waiting, and letting the glare of the video screen illuminate my bare ass, so that it would be pretty obvious to anybody looking through the glory holes that I wanted to get fucked. Next to me, I heard a booth door close and latch, and I waited a few seconds to let him see my bare ass through the glory hole. He didn’t leave, so I knew that he must have been interested. I took a couple more hits of poppers at the same time that I pressed my ass up against the glory hole. With no warning, he rammed his cock into me and fucked me furiously. Luckily, he wasn’t very big, so I took it pretty easily. After he blew his load into me and left, there seemed to be a long stretch of time, with nothing happening, other than all the noises from around the arcade. I was thinking that it must be getting near closing time, soon. Then, I heard the familiar sound of the booth door next to me opening, closing, then being latched. I let the man see my bare ass. Then, I don’t know why, but I bent down a little and glanced through the glory hole just as the man was popping open the buttons on his jeans. As many cocks as I’ve seen, and as many cocks as I’ve had fuck me, I’m still amazed when I see a really big one. And, the donkey dick that flopped out of his jeans was definitely a big one. Very big. Backing my ass up against the glory hole, I was glad that I was feeling spun, and I was glad that I brought my poppers. I was also glad that I had just gotten fucked by two other men who had blasted some extra lube into my hole. Most extra well hung men are considerate because they’ve learned that not every guy is able to handle something that size, and this man was no exception. I took some quick hits of poppers, then felt his slippery, lubed cock head locating my hole. From previous experience taking big cocks, I’ve learned to push my hole out at the same time that he’s pushing in, until his cock head is past my opening. Then, he stopped there to let me get used to it before he slowly pushed farther in. You can bet that I was hitting the poppers, often. He stopped for a few seconds, then pushed farther in, then stopped, and pulled back a little, then stopped before pushing even farther inside. DAMN, it felt good ! Now, his big donkey dick was all the way inside my hole, and he started slowly pulling it almost all the way back, then slowly shoving it all the way back in. My heart was slamming from the poppers, I was breathing really hard because I was spun, and my butt hole was in heaven. Then, I heard someone yell that it was ten minutes until closing time. Damn ! I wanted to feel this donkey dick fucking me all night. I was glad that he didn’t stop. He obviously wanted to dump his load in me because he kept his cock most of the way inside of me, and took short fast strokes. It felt like his cock was getting even bigger. When he started cumming, he took longer strokes. He quickly shoved his big donkey dick all the way inside me, and held it there. I could feel jets of cum splattering inside me before he pulled back then drove all the way into me again, dumping more and more of his load. As soon as he pulled his big donkey dick all the way out of me, I quickly inserted my butt plug to keep all that cum from gushing out of me. I sat in my car for maybe 15 minutes, hitting my glass pipe and replaying what had just happened. FUCK, I wanted more cock ! I got out of my car and headed over to the sex club. I had my hand inside my jockstrap, stroking my meth-shrivled cock, and with every step I took, I could feel the butt plug massaging my butt hole, and making me hornier than ever. Arriving at the sex club, I checked in, paid the admission, and got two bottles of water, one of which I chugged right down. There were definitely a lot of men here, so I knew it would be easy to get fucked. Before taking a quick tour of the club, I went directly to the slings, on the off chance that one of them was available. No such luck. All of them were in use, and a large group of men was crowding in as close as possible, to watch the action. I’d come back later. I didn’t find much else of interest, so I entered the always dependable Dark Room. Even though it’s mostly dark, they give you a glow in the dark wrist band to wear, so the longer you’re in the Dark Room, the easier it is to see and feel your way around. Having left my butt plug in my locker, I was more than ready to get fucked some more. A lot more. There was a narrow bench along one wall, so I bent over and placed my hands on the bench, with my legs spread a little, and my ass sticking out. Almost immediately, I felt a slippery cock head rubbing up and down my crack until it found my hole and shoved inside. Good size cock. He fucked me sometimes slowly, sometimes pounding his cock into me. After maybe five minutes, he pulled out without shooting his load, and he disappeared. No problem. I knew that, it was still fairly early, and that most guys liked to do a lot of fucking, but they held off on cumming until later on. Right away, a second guy’s hands were on my ass, and I felt 2 fingers, then 3 fingers working my hole, hard and fast. I stood up just long enough to take a couple hits of poppers, and, as soon as I bent over again, his thick cock was at my hole, pushing hard. With the 3 loads of cum that I took at the adult book store, my hole was well lubed, and with a little persistence, he managed to force his cock into me. Fuck, he was really stretching my hole ! But, I wasn’t complaining. The bigger the better, and he was really giving me a good fucking ! But, before he could shoot his load, he pulled his big dong out of my ass and walked away. One good thing about the Dark Room is that almost all of the men are all business. They’re in there to fuck and get fucked. Although they usually want to hold off on shooting their loads until they’re ready to leave, while they’re in the Dark Room, they don’t waste any time, moving from one guy to the next. Fine with me. I’m there to get fucked by as many cocks as possible. As I bent forward again, my heart still slamming from the hits of poppers, another cock was ready and waiting, pushing hard against my hole, intent on fucking me. Without any hesitation, he rammed his cock all the way in me and started pounding my ass really hard. I was glad that I had gotten pretty well spun before I left my house because, although my ass was really hungry for cock, this guy was giving me a really intense fucking. He stopped only long enough for me to take a few hits of poppers. Then, he bent me over again, and rammed his cock into me, taking up right where he had left off. Then, I guess he needed to take a break, because he suddenly pulled his cock out of my hole, patted his hand on my hip a couple of times, and walked away. Even though I was high and couldn’t keep track of time, I’d guess that I was in the Dark Room for about an hour and a half, getting fucked almost continuously by one cock after another. Every once in a while, I would wander out to where the slings were located, but each time all of them were occupied. I stood there watching the men in the slings, getting their asses fucked by one cock after another. As I listened to them grunting and moaning, I could feel my hole twitching, wishing that one of the slings would become vacant. It was fucking hot to watch, but that was where my ass wanted to be, so I stood there, watching for no more than a few minutes. I kept returning to the Dark Room where there was no lack of men of all ages, shapes, and cock sizes, looking for any willing hole to fuck, and my hungry hole was more than happy to accommodate them. Eventually, some of the men must have been ready to leave because more and more of them didn’t pull out. Each man who was fucking me suddenly started breathing rapidly, then he shoved his cock all the way in me, his body shuddering all over as he pumped his load deep inside my hole. I counted 8 loads. I could feel the cum starting to leak out of my ass, so I quickly returned to my locker, retrieved my butt plug, and shoved it into place. This time, when I made my way back to where the slings were, there was finally one available, so I hopped into it. A line of men kept walking by, checking out me as well as the guys who were occupying the other slings. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for a guy to step up, open his pants, and stroke his cock a few times before he shoved it into my cum lubed ass, and fucked me with a purpose, while a group of maybe 20 or 25 men stood close to the action and slowly stroked their cocks as they watched me getting fucked. Most of them had been edging for hours, and now they were ready to explode. Very soon, the guy who was fucking me, held onto the waist band of my chaps and let out a loud groan, as he bucked his hips and blasted a big load of cum into me. As soon as each man shot his load in my ass and pulled out, another guy, his cock already hard and ready to go, took his place and started fucking me. That went on without a break until I had taken 9 more loads of cum. By then, most of the men were clearing out, and I decided to do the same. After climbing out of the sling, I hurried to my locker, got my butt plug, and pushed it back in, trapping all those loads of cum inside of my hole. Then, I stood up and buckled my butt plug harness around my waist and tightened the strap in back so that the firm leather plate was pressing hard against the base of the butt plug, keeping it firmly in place. I picked up my leather motorcycle jacket from the clothes check, left a tip, then walked outside. Walking back to my car, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go home or check out another sex club that was nearby. I knew that club stayed open very late and attracted a good crowd long after the bars closed. One thing I was sure of was that I wanted to party, so I sat in my car and fired up my glass pipe and blew a huge cloud into a condom, just like I had done at home. Back and forth I shot-gunned the cloud into the condom, then sucked it all back into my lungs, again taking about 20 hits, altogether. DAMN, that felt good ! When I realized that I had been unconsciously flexing my hole around my butt plug, I knew that I wasn’t going home, yet. I paid the admission and got checked in at the second sex club. While I was at the clothes check counter, I saw a hot man heading my way, leading a boy by a leash. I glanced at the boy who was wearing nothing but boots and a collar, then back at the man holding the leash. He was probably in his late 40’s, about 6-2, and he was wearing a muir cap, boots, chaps, and a harness that really showed off his broad, muscular chest. But, what really got my attention was his codpiece pouch that was so big he had to walk a little bow-legged.

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!"

The 90's I grew up in a very religious part of the U.S., in a very religious town. I swear there was at least one church on every block. Of course my parents raised me Christian, but it never took. I just never believed any of it. But like a lot of people, I learned how to keep my doubts private and play along for the sake of peace. I had gotten really good at hiding my true self...sort of. I was gay at birth,but never mentioned it. I tried to at like everyone else, however, my voice and mannerisms would sometimes give me away and the whispering really began in high school. I dealt with it as best as I could. I learned to control my body, walk and gestures better, and my voice deepened eventually. And then I graduated and went to college in a very liberal town. Even though I had more freedom there, I continued to 'play it straight'. There was a gay disease going around and I thought I could disguise myself and hide from it. Even though they were deep into Jesus, I still missed my parents and would come home to visit at least once a month. And as oppressive as this town could be, it was still very beautiful in the nicer seasons. There were huge, beautiful trees lining every street. There was also a great park built around a wide creek that ran all the way through the community. On Spring Break I came home and mostly hung out with my friend from high school, Annie. We would walk along the creek and talk about everything. She'd decided to wait a year before going to college to save up more money. So we went there most every day. One time I had to excuse myself and go to little brick building where the restrooms were. After I finished peeing, I checked out the stalls for interesting graffiti. I'd long been fascinated with graffiti even though it usually just consisted of crude drawings of big dicks and the occasional 'suck me'. In the very last toilet stall I found something more interesting: I come here every day at noon to jack off. Would like a blow job My mind raced. What time was it? Oh, it was already 4 in the afternoon. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Annie and I continued walking, but I didn't talk much. "Why are you so quiet?" "I'm just thinking. What are you doing tomorrow?" "Ugh. I have to work from open to close on Thursdays. But maybe we can go to the drive-in on Friday?" "What's playing?" "Something crappy. It'll be fun. I need to get home pretty soon, Aaron". "OK. I'll walk you to 12th street". The day ended. I ate dinner with my folks and we watched some sitcoms for awhile. I usually stayed up for Letterman, but that night I just showered and went to bed. I lied in the dark and tried to imagine the guy who'd left that writing on the stall wall. I didn't picture a hunk. I pictured a fat, ugly park worker in coveralls with a small dick. I didn't imagine it being like a sexy porn scene, but that didn't keep me from tossing and turning all night. I didn't get up until 10 the next morning. I had to go there. I had to see. An hour later I walked to the park and sat myself at a picnic table almost 20 yards away from the restrooms. I brought a soda and a book with me because I could always just say I came to the park to read. I had a clear view of whoever went inside around noon. 11:40 am I felt some fatigue from not sleeping very well, but tried to read my book. It was hard to make sense of any of the story because I kept checking my watch. It was a stupid novel I'd found at home and I was getting more tired just reading it. 12:01 pm And then a beat-up pickup drove up and parked illegally right there next to the curb. If this wasn't him, it had to be a bizarre coincidence. A super-tall, skinny guy hauled himself out. He was mostly bald, but he looked familiar for some reason. He walked up to the bathrooms, but paused before entering. He looked right at me. I knew him! Todd Robbins. He was in my graduating class. He was a total jock who was among the most popular guys in school. He was a star basketball player, and I'd heard he'd gotten a scholarship to UCLA. Back then, he had a head full of perfect blond curls and the most athletic frame I'd ever seen. All of the girls (and probably a few boys -- including me) were hopelessly in love with him. What had happened? He was still standing there, waiting for me to make eye contact again. As soon as I did, he smirked and made a gesture with his head toward the door to the men's room. Then he went in. Oh God. That walk from the table to the restrooms was so difficult. My hips and legs were barely cooperating. I went in and didn't see him. I knew he was in that last stall. What was the protocol? What were the rules? I remembered that smirk and walked right to the toilet where I knew I'd find him. He was all sprawled out with his pants around his ankles. "Hi, Aaron". I couldn't believe he knew my name. "H-Hi." He was tugging on his fat limp dick. "I'm not getting hard right now, but I will. Let's take a drive". So of course I followed him out to his truck and we left. He held an empty beer can between his legs that he spat his chew in. There was no radio, so the silence was unbearable. "How was UCLA?" "Sucked. The whole state of California SUCKS BALLS! I tell ya'. My luck turned bad the minute I got there". "Like how?" "Like, that school was tough. Classes were way harder than anything we ever had in high school. Also I was only like the sixth or seventh tallest guy on the squad. And way down the list as far as skills go. I was so used to being the best that I got really depressed". "I'm sorry". I really was. "You ain't even heard the worst. I got hurt during practice -- hurt real bad. And so my back was all fucked up and they told me I needed surgery. I had it, but was told a few months later I'd never play again. Didn't matter much since I'd failed all my classes already. But they gave me some excellent pain pills. I mean, they were fuckin' magical. I was in no pain and always in a great mood". "Well, that's good". "Not really. They started to slowly cut me off of them. So I had to go around to different doctors to get more. After that stopped working, I had to start buying them off the street. You can get pain pills just as easily as you can get weed. Only problem is that they cost a lot". "How'd you pay for them?" I almost didn't want to know. "My parents sent me money every month, but then just stopped and told me to move home. So I got more from my grandma, but she's all old and shit and I couldn't drain her bank account. So I started working". "Oh yeah? Doing what?" "It was L.A., right? I was tall and good looking and hung. I made money being a goddamn prostitute. Decent money. I did some stuff I would never repeat to another soul". "Wow". "Yeah, it was nice, but Then I started losing my hair and lost weight and I wasn't so much a high-dollar guy no more. Plus I had so many diseases from sex, that I was spending as much on treating them as I was on painkillers. I figured it was time for a change". We were in the North part of town -- the part everybody called 'The Weeds' because nobody that was unlucky enough to live there seemed to care if their tiny little houses were surrounded by tall noxious weeds. The city didn't even mow the ditches or around the crumbling sidewalks. It was the sad place for sad people. We pulled into a gravel highway in front of an old mobile home. "We're here!" The Weeds. I followed inside and the whole place smelled like Skoal. It was also littered with dirty clothes, giant shoes and pill bottles. Todd walked over to the TV and found a bottle on top that he was looking for. He popped a pill and told me to come relax on the couch for a bit. "We'll talk for a while and then I'll be ready to rock". He rubbed the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans as if I didn't get what he meant. "When did you move back?" "Around Thanksgiving. I lived with my parents for a few months, but they got pissed about all the missing money they kept discovering. Right before they kicked me out, a buddy and I cleared the house of anything valuable, pawned it and split the money. I was gone right after Christmas". "How did you end up in this trailer?" "Another buddy of mine owns it and lets me stay here. You'd be surprised how big the druggie community is around here". "Why did you write that in the park bathroom?" "Oh, I don't know. I bought some pills from a guy there and just wrote it. I knew somebody would go for it...just never imagined it'd be you". The lump in his jeans was growing ever so slightly. "You gotta realize the types of guys I'm used to dealing with. Fat, older dudes with wedding rings. Not young gay boys like you". "I was so in love with you in high school". "I knew that because you'd never make eye contact with me. Girls who loved me did the same thing". He kicked off his size 16 shoes. I stopped to realize that I was in The Weeds with my idol and was just waiting for his dick to get hard. No day turns out like you think it will. "You need a drink, but I'm out of booze. Wait. Hold on for a minute". He left and went into his bathroom. I heard a rattle of pills before he came back. "Kiss me, little man". He bent down and placed a big, open mouthed smooch on my lips. I felt a tiny tablet slide into my mouth. He wouldn't remove his mouth from mine so I just swallowed it. It was small and couldn't be that bad. Plus -- I'd been kissed by The Todd Robbins. "Sit down. I'm ready". I sat and watched him peel off his socks and jeans. He pulled his underwear down a bit and the most beautiful cock in the world popped up. It was amazing to just look at at. "I'm ready for my blow job now, Aaron". I bent over and took the fat head in my mouth. I really had no idea what I was doing, but knew I wanted to take the whole thing if I could. I couldn't. I tried and tried, but couldn't go more than about two inches down. "That felt nice, but let's go get more comfortable in the bed". His "bed" was just a bare mattress on the floor. "Take some clothes off, Baby. You'll feel better". I took off everything and then sat down on the mattress. "Lie back. We're going to 69 for a little while". His cock found my mouth from above and this position made it easier or me to take more of his fat cock. It even hit my throat a few times as he continued stabbing away. It wasn't truly 69'ing because he was so tall that his face was above my shins. He lifted away from me and complimented my natural skills. "You were great, but I need to cum and I can't cum that way". I lied there and noticed I was happy and a little numb. And sleepy. All those pollinating weeds outside were making me feel like a million bucks. "I need to fuck you. How are you feeling?" "The weeds are wonderful. They're not poisonous at all." "OK. You're gone. Just get ready". My legs were way up in the air and I laughed at my toes. Todd had positioned his hips with my mine and that insistent dick of his wanted to enter me through the butt hole. MY butt hole. Fine fine. Whatever. He pushed that monster in and in, and I only briefly felt pain. It was an intense pain -- like a tearing, but it went away -- thanks to the weed pollen. I wanted to live in a field of giant weeds. He was sweating profusely and pumping away, trying to get his cum to get out. I wanted to help him. I grabbed him around his narrow waist and pulled him down into me. He was breathing extra hard now and then suddenly he was completely still. I felt warm pulses of him going through me. He looked at me from above and smiled. "That was the best fuck I've ever had, Aaron". I grinned back and wanted him to kiss me, but he was already up and cleaning himself at his bathroom sink. "Let's go watch some TV until you come down a little and I can take you home'. As I tried to get up and dress myself, I noticed I had blood all over my butt and thighs, Well, the weeds demanded some sacrifice I guess. I didn't begrudge them some blood. Todd brought me some wet washcloths and I wiped up as best I could. After I got completely dressed I joined him out on the couch. He wasn't dressed at all and lying out he full length of it. I sat at the end and put his big bare feet on my lap. There was some dumb show on...one of those stupid prank shows where dumbass guys put firecrackers in their nostrils or whatever. I massaged his toes and soles which caused him to moan with pleasure. 'How are you feeling, Aaron?" "I'm doing great. Perfect". "Still feeling those weeds in you?" "Not as much now. I think the wind shifted or something". "OK. I'll give you another minute or two. Now might be the time to tell you something. I probably gave you HIV just now. It's won't be AIDS for a long time. And also herpes which is no big deal". I felt the last of the weed pollen leave my brain. Suddenly I was coldly aware of what I'd just done. Holy shit! I sat mutely as he went and got dressed. He drove me to my house and left me there. It was early evening and Dad was in the front yard spraying for dandelions. I went up to my room, lied in bed and cried a little. i also wandered if I'd go back to the park tomorrow.

I thought I'd share a true experience from my past. Tried to post this as a blog first but somehow that failed. Recently I reminisced about the two year period between 1998 and 2000 when I worked in US. My employer sent me to the Boston area to work on a project. I would spend six to seven weeks in the States, and then fly home for two weeks, and then return to the States for another six or seven weeks, and so on. Such was that two year period. Initially while in the States I would stay at the Embassy Suites in Marlborough, Mass., but at some point I switched to a suite hotel in Chelmsford. (I can't remember the name but by the photos looks like what is now County Chelmsford, although I think it had a different name when I stayed there.) So there I was: in my 30s, single, and horny as fuck all the time. Apart from work there was not much to do. Sometimes I visited the mall a bit further up the highway (I-95, exit 37?) ogling the hot guys in their "American look" of cargo shorts, t-shirts or polo and baseball caps, a style which I found really hot (and which, I might add, a style which is now common in NL, but not so much back then). Soon I adopted the same look, at least while in Massachusetts, and while not at work. If I may say so, I definitely looked hot. This was in the early days of internet and I only knew gay.com and cruisingforsex.com as possibilities in the US to hook up. I had to be careful because I didn't know what the IT guys could see what I was doing on my company laptop but I took the risk sometimes. I couldn't really host at the Embassy. Even though it was a reasonably big hotel the staff knew me by my first name from all the time I was spending there. And colleagues would stay there too. I could not run the risk of word getting back to the company that I was exhibiting 'indecent behavior'. Anyhow, I think I was on cruisingforsex.com when I received a message from Robert. My profile contained some pics of my smooth bubble butt, and stated I was looking for tops in the area. Robert responded saying he was a Daddy, hosting for sex at his place on Friday nights, and that he liked to watch guys fuck. Did I want to get laid and was I interested? I can't remember exactly but I think he was located in Hudson (Newton first came to mind but I now think that is too far away). At first I hesitated, but took him up on his offer, not knowing what to expect. He gave me the address and told me to be there around 8:00 PM on Friday. Not really knowing the area I had some difficulties finding the place so I was late and showed up at this bungalow around 8.30. He was a Daddy alright. In his 60s, white bearded cigar smoking Daddy. I was nervous as hell. So we made small talk at first and he kept pouring whiskeys to make me more comfortable, commenting I was a hottie, and that he would find some guys to come over to fuck. The next hour he spend on the phone on a gay sex chat line. He always started with "This is Robert. I am a Daddy. There is this hot Dutch bottom looking for loads. Are you interested?" Within an hour he had three guys, gave them his address and told me they were on their way. All the time he was on the phone I was on the couch watching a porn video, downing whiskeys to get rid of my nerves and getting hornier with each glass. Add poppers to that and I went into slut mode. First guy showed up 30 minutes later. Average Joe but nice cock. Sucked him a bit first then he lubed me up and fucked me on the couch. Robert was watching us fuck all the while on the phone trying to find other guys. Guy shot his load within minutes, dressed and left. Didn't even know his name. From then on until 2:00 AM guys came and went. In total I took care of eight to ten guys. Naturally there were a number of flakes. I was pretty drunk by that time even if it didn't show, felt like a total slut and loved it. Some were a bit put off by the "old guy" watching but none walked away (it was more or less anon for them anyway) and all dumped their load in my ass. No talk of condoms. A few were in and out the door quickly, most took much longer. Sometimes the next guy arrived when I still had a dick up my ass. All the while Robert was on the phone and in between chats encouraging the guys, urging "Fuck his ass!", and "Load him up!" At 2:00 AM Robert's much younger boyfriend (who was around my age) came home. He looked at me but didn't say anything and they retired to their bedroom. He had probably seen this before. Robert had told me I could sleep on the couch being too intoxicated to drive. Also told me Steve, the guy who rented the room upstairs, would be coming home from his work shift around 4:00 AM, but recommended I stay away from "that nasty piece of work." I woke up when I felt someone trying to stuff his dick in my mouth. BIG dick! It wasn't the BF. Still boozed up and still horny I just opened my mouth and sucked. Then I heard him whisper "come upstairs." Notwithstanding Robert's warning, I followed him up the staircase to his room. And I can honestly say I absolutely loved this "nasty piece of work." He was a rough, hard fucker, who planted two consecutive loads in my cummy hole. Afterwards I discretely went back downstairs. In the morning, Robert's BF still asleep, Robert and I had a coffee. Steve came up in the conversation, and I denied having played with him. Later I drove back to my hotel, all the while feeling increasingly horny as I replayed the evening's activities. This was a first of many Friday evenings/nights spent at Robert's place over those two years. I couldn't go if colleagues were staying at the hotel (as we were expected to socialize) but when I had the weekend for myself I would drive over to his place. He always managed to get guys to come over and fuck me, one time more than the other. While Robert watched each fuck session, he never participated. Some guys showing up I thought to be quite hot, and I received phone numbers from a few of the guys. I once even spent a weekend with a hot top I met at Robert's Boston apartment. The hot and his friend spent all Saturday evening and night taking turns on my ass. Several came back to fuck "the Dutch guy." Even the BF fucked me a few times when he came home at 2:00 AM, particularly after it was clear I had become a regular visitor. He never said terribly much, he just fucked and afterwards retired to the bedroom he shared with Robert. And, of course, Steve was always there for a "nightcap fuck" when Robert and BF were already sleeping. I don't think Robert ever found out about Steve fucking my cum filled sloppy hole when he was asleep. I don't recall how many cocks and loads I took on those Friday nights for two years but certainly the tally was several dozen. Not until years later, when the internet became more developed, did I learn about guys who like to whore-out other guys. Only then I realised there was a name for it and I had been whored out by Robert in Massachusetts in those two years..... And had loved it! Later I thought that maybe there had been a hidden camera recording those fuck sessions but I never saw anything on internet and he never mentioned it. After the project was completed I did not get to return to Boston until two years later. I tried to get in touch with Robert again but his phone was disconnected and email didn't seem to work. That time I stayed at a hotel in Chelmsford. It was easier to hook up then at the hotel as I was alone and my room was located on the ground floor next to the back entrance so guys could come in unnoticed by staff, but there I never reached the level of sluttiness as I had at Robert's place.

Damn,you've made me so hard reading about your exploits.I'd love to 'host' you in my hotel room for a much longer visit. I have a suspicion you would be wonderfully creative

That's the way you do it: fucking him hard and deep, making that cockhungry little boyslut scream with pleasure... And look how hard his teendick stays - the kid really seems to like getting deepdicked...

Don't need to be embarrassed in the slightest!

Perfect fit. Kneeling on the ground in front of my Daddy, admiring his big, beautiful dick, I wondered where else it would fit that nicely...

He told me upfront he was POZ and not on meds. Unfortunately he told me so after pulling his magnificent dick out of his pants... Now I don't know what to do. I probably should have left the second he filled me in on his status... ...but his cock looks so fucking tasty...

Great idea!! starting my cum cycles.

Ive only really tried anal once before (it barely went into me) so i was really curious to try again. Last week i met a guy online who said he would love to help me "experiment" he brought me to his room at his appartment and stripped me down to my underwear. He then put me on his bed face up and crawled ontop of me. After a few minutes he pulled my tight boxers off and started to play with my dick. A few while later he got me to lie face down and relax. I felt a cold sachet of lube pour onto my tight virgin (ish) hole. He then mounted me and went deep in his first thrust, i wasnt expecting it to hurt anywhere near as much as it did and asked how deep he is, he pushed slightly more then replied balls deep... so much for taking it gentle :/ next thing i know he takes some black tape and ties my wrists tight behind my back and starts fucking me HARD and FAST, this was the moment when i realised that i should have stayed at home but it was too late so i just put my face in the pillow and took it. I then asked if we could try missionary to see if its less sore.. hurt just as much. After a few more minutes he saw i was shaking so untied my wrists and let me ride him at my pace. I rode his slowly and gently not going very deep into my ruined hole. I told him that i diddnt really want to coninue as it hurts too much, at this point he just told me im doing great and just go on a little while longer, i felt him start to thrust into me lightly until he started moaning. At this point i was kinda relieved its almost over so quickend my pace to hurry him up. I felt his hands on my shoulders bouncing me deeper and faster before he pulled me down right to his balls without warning and held me there while he climaxed. I felt his thick 7" dick throbbing inside me and the hot semen flooding my insides. He let me go and i pulled off his dick and lay back on his bed. I asked him why he was so rough but he just said that its because im not used to being fucked and went out of the room. With mixed emotions i started wanking getting myself off knowing that i just got bred by a guy i dont know but also in pain from the fucking. He came back in and kneeled between my legs, put our dicks together and started wanking us both. He told me he has another load and i said i want him to cum first. Seconds later i looked down at his dick as he started to shoot his cum over my body, i felt was suprised when i felt some hit my face. I took some sperm off my chest and licked my fingers before he started on my dick. I hadn't came for a few days so it seemed to be a lot more than i can usually manage as it mixed with his all over my body. At THAT moment i felt some serious wankers regret, i thought to myself "what the fuck did i just do?!?" as i lay naked on a strangers bed covered in cum. He handed me a pack of wet wiped and quickly hot dressed while i spent about 15 mins trying to get all the spermies off me so i can go home through town. He told me were gonna have to leave soon before his dad comes home, so he gathered my clothes and walked me back into town. Later that evening i spent hours trying to get his cum out but eventually accepted its staying. Not sure what to think now, i havent felt the same since he fucked me so hard so kinda regret trying it but also know that im most likely gonna do it again pretty soon.

Thanks for the follow!

After 6 week in chastity because of Nicks new piercings and looking HOT as ever , its time for Nick to start to earning his keep. Jerry has set up a lot of chasers for Nick and I to Knock up with our toxic loads. If they don’t get a Poz test after 2 months we go back and fuck them again till they test Poz. We start the road show and it seams the more Nick fucks negative holes the more he like being a Top and now that his and my VL are over 900,000 we can’t get enough and we hit the bathhouses in the Cities we visit. At one bathhouse we meet a friend of Jerry and offer us a LOT of money to take care of his boy at his home. I call Jerry and he say go for it, so we go to Sam house and has this boy and I do mean boy in the basement who is chained to the wall. Sam has had him all drug up for a week and wants us to Poz him. Sam puts his boy in a sling then takes out the syringes and ask us if we parTy , are you kidding. Nick and I take one and slam our selves. We wink at each other and as we see the blood in the syringe we only take half as we don’t want to be to fuck up so we give the rest to Sam boy. This boy is out of him mind now as Sam gives us a bad of fresh ground up Tina and shards for his boy hole. Nick and I are both in heaven as this boy hole is tight as we put the shards in his hole before we fuck him. Sam says you better use some lube and we laugh , we want his hole dry as we both have a little pre-cum and that should be enough. I go first and this hole needs to be open up so I grab a dildo off the wall and stick it in after put some Tina powder on it and with the shards melting in his hole this should scrape the insides real well. Now it easy for me to stick my dick with the PA on and just go balls deep.This boy is begging for me to cum and as I do I can see his hole is real red and so is my dick. Once I pull out Nick pushes me away and just does a power fuck as fast as he can , I can see some blood now in Nick cum when he pulls out, we are for 8 hours rapping this boy hole. When we get home Jerry give a job for Nick to be gang bang alone at a party a few hours from home. I hate when Nick is not around as I like his warm young body against me when we sleep. Before Nick leave I tell him to be careful as this is his first working alone. As Jerry sleep up stairs and I sleep in the basement its real quite so you hear everything. It’s 3am and I hear the front door being broken in and I hear screaming up stairs, I stay quite then I see flash light on me and they are saying it’s the FBI and for me to put my hands up. I’m naked as they put the hand cuffs on me and give me my rights and what I’m being charged with and it’s a long list. More to cum

the wristcuff wallet is a gosend for those of us who somehow end up getting naked in strange places. I prefer to prowl in combat boots, tanktop, baggy low-slung cargo shorts (for easy access), maybe a jockstrap but usually commando. the tank can go in a pocket, but I like to just pull it back behind my neck. discovered how sleazy and hot that made me feel in high school after seeing it in a porn movie. wallet can also go in a snapped pocket, thus preventing loss and foiling potential pickpockets. also means storage is available for lube (tube of Vaseline), cockring, small toys, bandannas, etc. poppers go in a vial that hangs around my neck. everything's self-contained and I'm in control of it. if I have to take the shorts off, they're an instant pillow. i'll use the clothes check if I think it's secure. I tuck the lube tube into my boot and I'm ready to play.

I've got to get sound trained so I can stretch my piss tube like I have my fuck tunnel. Aside from the pleasure stim, it's got to be really hot when a guy with a fatter piss tube does piss...so much more liquid coming out at once.

Here is the definition from the Department of Justice: Sexual assault is any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. I think it is clear that stealthing meets that definition.

I love the feel of getting fucked. I love the feeling of a load being blasted into my hole. I love the feeling of it leaking out and sticking my fingers in my hole and licking the mix of cum.

What a very naughty man that was. I'm sure you didn't enjoy that one little bit ... or maybe ... you did?

Part 2: Want Some Chocolate Sprinkles? “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” Those were the last words the ice cream truck driver had said to me last summer; right after he had collared and chained me inside his truck, drugged me up on Tina, fucked me raw and rough, and bred me deep with his long, thick, black dick. The past several months I have planned work so I could take some leave and have one, long weekend a month where I would dial that number and place my order. The ice cream man’s voice was enough to make my ass cream, buried within the few words he would speak to me each time were the memories: the pair of size 13 boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy the whiff of his cigar how his hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard with skin that was a rich, dark ebony how his gold wedding band flashed brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano on his mandingo instrument how he asked, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick?” then as he placed the leather collar and chain around my neck said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” all that before he stuffed my hole with an ice-pop of his nutt, made me snort Tina before forcing me to lick crystals off his dick and burying some big shards up my ass and finally making my hole open, wet, and sloppy just how he liked it!!! The first time I pulled out his card and debated what to do I thought he was pretty fucking brilliant. The card said, 3-SQUARES CATERING - WE DELIVER ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY, FRESHEST MEALS, FOR EVERY OCCASION. Then when I called I asked about seeing him again and he ignored my question and said gruffly, “What the fuck’s your order? When do you want it?” He then blew his stack when I said, “Uh, maybe a baggy of crystal and…” and literally screamed in the phone, “WE DON’T CATER FANCY DINNERS - SO IT’S ALL PAPER PLATES AND PLASTIC!” before dishing out a series of “dumb asses.” I didn’t understand what he meant at all and was pissed that he was pissed like how the fuck would I know what to say or do? Not like he explained before kicking me to the curb with an ass full of nutt. He huffed, then said more calmly, “That’ll be an order of Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert. Your delivery will be there in 30 to 60 minutes, cash only.” So, from that first order I learned Surf-N-Turf was a small baggy of Tina/crystal (the Surf was - according to my server/delivery man/gigolo - code for Tina on Gilligan’s Island - seemed like a stretch to me but hey); the Turf was one of his boys who would have at least 10 inches (real inches not that fake shit dudes trying to pass off on the internet); that extra rare meant bareback and raw fucking; double sauce on the side meant I would get at least two loads in my ass as the boys were young, hood thugs who could double tap with barely breaking a sweat; and finally the chocolate roll for dessert meant it would be BBC. Maybe he had other races in the mix, but that’s what he offered and what I took and was fucking happy! The second time I called I placed my order without incident and when he asked if my last order had been delivered on time and the meal cooked to my satisfaction my only complaint had been his boy had snorted ⅔ of my baggy of Tina in the hour he was with me fucking. But, my hole ached for days after so if they had been on Yelp it would have been five stars all the way. I had enjoyed the deliveries and never once was disappointed. When I called the second time I was offered the chance to have the same driver deliver as, “he is already in the area,” but I passed and said, “That’s OK, I’ll wait for the next one as I am in no rush.” Every guy the ice cream man sent was rough, thuggish, with a huge dick, tons of sperm, and willing to throw a no-holds-barred fuck. Well worth the time and money. Since they were keeping my hole used and abused, I didn’t focus on the ice cream man anymore, although I still jerked off thinking about that day. Fast forward to spring, April in DC, and it is Cherry Blossom Festival time. While the city is beautiful this time of year all of the fucking tourists drive me crazy. With that said, I still decided to go the final event of the Festival, which was to see the fireworks down on the river right near my condo. The fireworks were scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m., and I got down there about 8:30 to walk around a bit, listen to the live band, see the booths they had set up, and just chill and mingle. I was lost in thought looking at some paintings a local artist was selling under a small tent when a strong hand clamped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and a faintly familiar, yet clearly drunk/high voice said, “I think it’s about time you start upping on your orders. My pocket’s feeling light.” I turned, my mouth gaped, the hand squeezed harder as the ice cream man’s cigar smoke breath washed over me when he said - loud enough to make people turn and stare - “So bitch, you trying to get that pussy sloppy and filled with black syrup?” In response I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cash and from between the folds of the $20 bills extracted my black credit card and held it up, “Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight!” The ice cream man choked, coughed, sputtered and laughed and in the midst of trying to hold himself together dropped his cigar, which sent him into a fit of swearing, followed by disdained ‘hushes’ from people nearby reminding him there were children about. Once he pulled himself together, the ice cream man looked around and said, “Fuck I hate kids,” gripped my neck and started guiding me through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as we made our way up to Waterfront Street, then he stopped, relit his cigar, took a big puff, and smiled as he waved the lit stogie towards the right. “Boy’s doing alright it seems.” I looked where he pointed and there was his beat up ice cream truck with a younger guy working the window, hustling cones and frozen delights like an expert juggler. “My nephew just got out from doing a dime,” the ice cream man said as he looked at his vending truck. “Bout time he fucking grows up and learns a trade, so now he’s with me. Shit - this life is for the young folks you know what I mean? Time for me to ease out of the game, shift my focus and hustle, spend more time fuckin-loving-and-leaving-pussy-wet then slinging shit. You know what I mean?” I glanced at his nephew, who looked too young to have done 10 years in prison so he must have gone in as a juvenile. He was not handsome in the classic sense by any stretch, but he was masculine as hell and I could see tatts on his face, back of his hands, his arms were covered, and more peeked up through the scoop in his white tank top. He had semi-long dreads and my asshole quivered. I jumped as an insistent finger poked at my hole and the ice cream man laughed, “Fuck, you a dick hungry bitch! I can hear that ass clapping for it already and I ain’t even busted you back open yet. Come on. You tonight’s menu and bout time my nephew learns a new hustle.” I followed the ice cream man to the back of the truck. He threw open the door, climbed in, I went up the two-steps behind him, and paused as he said slammed his hand down on the cooler, “Time to go. Shut the shit down.” His nephew looked to him, to me, then started to object, but the ice cream man was having none of it, “ I SAID SHUT THE SHIT DOWN. YOU - THERE - GET THE FUCK BACK FROM MY TRUCK UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET RUN OVER. GET NOW. GET!!” The nephew gave me a dirty look as he hustled out the back and amidst the cries from kids saying, “Daddy I want an ice cream!” picked up their display boards, tethered the window shut, made the final adjustments, and hopped back in as his Uncle revved the engine and turned on the soundtrack. The musical chimes still sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. “Let me drive. You go deal with - with whatever the fuck that is,” the nephew said as he fought his Uncle for the seat and steering wheel while glaring at me. The ice cream man laughed, dropped his cigar stub on the metal floor and stomped it out, then said, “Fucking fine. Just get us out of here. Go - hell I don’t give a shit where. Go to the reup drop. That’ll work.” The ice cream truck belched, revved, and swayed back and forth as it slowly wound its way out of the crowds and towards M Street SW. By the time we hit M Street, I was naked, with a collar around my neck, and a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists that were connected with chains like I was in a prison transport. The ice cream man took the chain hanging down my back from the collar and looped it through the chain connecting my wrists before reaching up and snapping the end into a metal eye hook suspended in the ceiling. I was facing forward - my arms suspended now - and kept meeting the nephew’s gaze as he looked in the rearview mirror trying to figure out what the fuck his Uncle was doing. Each gasp from my throat when his Uncle would roughly jam a shard of Tina up my ass would make his eyes flit my way, then quickly back to the road as we made our way into Northeast DC. By the time the ice cream truck halted, and the nephew set it in park, turned the engine off, then stood up to join us, my ass was stuffed with Tina and frozen nutt like I was a damn Piñata. Except the candy would take an awful long, big bat to find and I couldn’t wait to get busted open. “That pussy still good?” the ice cream man asked me. I almost purred as the Tina sloughed away inside my burning rectum. “Slide your dick up in there boy,” the ice cream man said to his nephew as he pointed at my stuffed ass. The nephew shook his head in objection, “Naw man Unc, I ain’t no fag and shit.” His Uncle laughed, “Boy I know you had them faggies on their knees swallowing that joint when you were inside and bred them every chance you got. So don’t be fronting with me now.” The nephew paused to think and consider, “Well yeah, but it wasn’t like that. On the inside that’s just how shit goes. Don’t mean nothing.” The ice cream man gave my white ass a big smack, spun me back around as I stood on the balls of my feet trying not to swing too far, “Right, and don’t mean nothing out here neither. I love your auntie. You know I been to hell and back with that woman, but fuck, I can’t even get her to touch my dick any more let alone give it up. These white asses like this - they serve the purpose just fine. Lesson #1, don’t get wrapped up in no drama with some side chick because they will fuck your business up. Trust me. That’s nothing you ever want to bring home and your girl/wife will always find out - always. Lesson #2, his ass is pussy. Pink pussy eager for BBC ain’t that right? When I say get lost you gone. Ain’t that right? When I say lick my fucking ass your tongue be flapping. Ain’t that right? When I say show me them stackz and buy my product, you be asking how thick do I want them and give me the entire fucking menu. Ain’t that right?” I eagerly said, “YES SIR!” to it all. The schooling continued, “Lesson #3, target them DILFs, especially them white professional guys who all clean cut during the workday but on the weekends and when the lights down, they the freakiest of the bunch. Ain’t that right?” the ice cream mean asked. Like I really needed to responded hanging naked from a chain as I was. He went on, “They got the cash to spend. This truck? It’s a hustle. That dope we sling? It’s a hustle. Snag and grab them wallets that willing to take some dick on the side too, now that’s a double hustle.” The ice cream man smacked my ass hard then said, “Tell my nephew here what your favorite take out order is?” I easily recited it, “Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert.” The ice cream man laughed, smacked me again, and then asked, “And what you trying to order today?” as he waved by credit card around. “Double of everything?” I asked. He laughed again and replied, “Well, let’s start with that and see where things go.” Shit. I was always up for a little fun, but maybe this was more than I was ready for. My thoughts about trying to back out were interrupted as the ice cream man tossed a couple of baggies of Tina towards his nephew before inspecting his box, then turned and said, “Now you two go on ahead and get on it while I go inside to the reup and hook up with the boys. Lesson #4, the key to this double hustle is you got to get your shit hard and ready in 30 seconds flat with no sucking or help from them cause sometimes you only got a minute to get in there and dump that load. That’s what they all want - feeling that mandingo monster burning their hole and wetting it up with baby batter. You can try to fake that shit, but trust, to get the repeat ass you gotta drop some chunks. That’s just good customer service.” The nephew shook his head trying to take it all in as he leaned back against one of the coolers, lit a cigarette, then started to rearrange the baggies like little plastic soldiers being lined up for a battle. His Uncle lit a fresh cigar and just as he got to the back door he turned and said, “And boy, lesson #5 - you ain’t never the bitch and no money in the world is worth flipping. Remember you the top dawg - always! They’re the bitches and can always tell when a top be faking and ain’t nothing more than a bitch with a strap on. You remember them Pit Bulls your granddaddy used to breed and train up? You remember how he always strapped the bitch down so the best fighters could mount her and knock her up with puppies? Just like that. This hustle ain’t about being sweet and precious and all that shit. It’s about raw, rough fucking and you getting your nutt and them filling your wallet.” His lessons done, the ice cream man stepped down out of the truck, closed the door, and left me alone with his nephew. The nephew exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, casually tapped his ash onto the floor of the ice cream truck, then set the still it cigarette on the edge of the ice cream cooler. I couldn’t help but think there must laws against that kind of shit right? Food service rules and all? Yet this was a drug dealer’s truck so I guess the bigger risk was mixing up powdered sugar for the waffle cones with a bag of cocaine or some shit. He pulled open one of the baggies, dumped some rock on the stainless cooler top, grabbed a spoon from one of those plastic silverware caddies with holes in it, and started to crush the rock up. He reached in his pocket; pulled out a motley mix of bills and cards, found a card he liked, and started to use that to scoop the crushed crystal into lines. He then reached up on a shelf, grabbed a box, pulled out a razor blade, and continued to cut the rock down into snortable bits. Satisfied, he grabbed a straw from a box on the corner, tore the paper cover off and tossed the remnants to the side, laid the straw on the counter and cut it with the razor, then bent over and snorted a couple big lines. “You sure you should be snorting that?” I asked, “Won’t you get Tina dick?” The nephew wiped his nose, squinted, set the straw down, unbuckled his pants and let his monster out. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could smell his ripe, rank, musty balls and unwashed dick head from where I was. I inhaled the man musk as he stroked it once - twice - then BINGO! His long dick stiffened right up to a hefty 10+inches. He grinned at me with a ‘fuck you’ smirk, then snorted some more. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get some too?” I asked. The nephew took a couple shuffled steps towards me, his pants still down around his ankles, his hard dick making me spin on the chain as he steered past me. He reached up, unlatched the chain from the eyehook. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing in my arms and walked over to the counter, grabbed the straw with my cuffed/chained hands, and bent over and snorted the fresh crush. I stood up, started to wipe my nose, then got startled as the nephew was now right behind me, both hands holding my neck, his fingers squeezing between my flesh and the leather collar, “So is my Uncle right? You just want to get it raw, rough, and deep? Want some jail dick? Want to be fucked like a prison bitch? Make you take this dick!” I grunted as he pushed his dick head into my puckered hole, which was clenched tight from the crystal shards his Uncle had put in there. The nephew swore, pulled back, spit on his hand but I stopped him, “No - fuck it dry. I want to feel it push through then once you in, it’ll be wet - I promise.” The black dick was back at my hole, more forcefully, and the nephew asked, “Why will it be wet? You already been fucked?” I laughed, “No, your Uncle shoved one of his nutt-pops in there. Said he likes sloppy pussy.” I yelped a little as his dry dick split my hole, pushed in, then went rigid as he tore through and spread my guts open in one, deep stroke. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Wet, sloppy pussy. Juicy. Bend the fuck over, let me long dick that hole,” my new deliveryman said. I was happy to oblige and closed my eyes and relished the feel of his pounding as my hole got worked. Far too soon he pulled up, yanked his dick out, grabbed the collar and stood me up and handed me a plastic tub and said, “Squat and let that shit out. I want that pussy dry now so all you feel is my nutt.” I did as I was told and watched as he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and torso were covered in tatts but they were fucked up looking and all scarred, ridged, like the skin/ink was half missing in places. The nephew rubbed his hands over his body, “Jailhouse shit. Dirty needle I guess, they got infected.” Christ. While it was a little hard moving around inside the ice cream truck, in nothing flat the nephew had put a couple of cardboard boxes down on the floor, and stomped on them flat - his big dawg feet nails clicking on the metal floor as he pushed me down onto my stomach. “Arch that back bitch,” he said as his young dick split my hole dry, raw, and rough. I tried grabbing at the leather collar with one hand to try to ease his pull when he slapped my head, yanked back on the collar harder, and angled his dick to the right - left - then straight in deep. “YEAH MY UNCLE WAS RIGHT. JUST LIKE JAIL. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK. YOU DON’T WANT TO WAKE YOUR CELLIE OR LET THE GUARDS HEAR. YOU WANT SOME BABIES? SOME PRISON DICK BABIES? YEAH YOU A GOOD FUCKED UP BITCH - FAGGOT FOR MY BLACK DICK - HUNGRY PUSSY THAT I’M MAKING WET. CATCH THIS NUTT - PUSH THAT ASS BACK - CATCH THIS NUTT - 30 SECOND NUTT COMING THROUGH, READY TO FLOOD THEM GUTS, FILL YOU UP - LEAVE YOU DRIPPING. FUCK YEAH, SHOOTING IN YOU RAW YOU NASTY SLUT - PRISON SLUT - TAKE IT - TAKE IT - GRRRRR….” BBC cum was dripping out of my hole and puddling on the cardboard beneath me. The ice cream man’s nephew had just bred me raw, yet he was not done. Having snorted the remainder of the crushed up Tina, he yanked me up by the collar, had me sit u on the ice cream cooler and lean back so he could lift my legs up on his arms, then he slammed back in. When his Uncle opened the door and stepped in a minute later, his nephew didn’t pause a stroke, and beat it harder and faster and let his Uncle watch as he dumped another load. “TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD - GOOD PRISON TRADE PUSSY RIGHT HERE - HUSTLE THAT SHIT - TRADE THAT PUSSY FOR CIGARETTES. YOU TRYING TO GET PIMPED? YEAH YOU ARE. I’M YOUR BOSS AND YOU WILL DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY - OPEN THAT PINK PUSSY UP - OPEN THAT UP - LET ME NUTT IT UP AGAIN. HERE YOU GO - HERE YOU GO - PRISON DICK IN THAT DILF ASS - FUCKING PUSSY ASS - FUCKING….AAAAAAHHHH - YYYEEESSS!” Having satisfied his need, the nephew promptly yanked his dick out, dropped my legs, and laughed as I scrambled not to fall off the cooler. My hands being chained was making it touch as I twisted, turned, and tried to find a dignified way to dismount. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOING?” the ice cream man bellowed as he set his cigar firmly between his teeth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whopper. “YOU KNOW I LIKE SLOPPY PUSSY AND I GOT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU. COME ON BOY; HOLD HIS LEGS BACK UP SO I CAN STUFF IT FULL OF SPRINKLES AGAIN. FREE LESSON FOR YOU - JAM THOSE BIG SHARDS DEEP AND SCRATCH IT UP - MAKES THAT PUSSY TWITCH AND CONVULSE AND FUCKS THEM RIGHT UP AND THEIR TRAPS GET SO HUNGRY THEY LET YOU RAPE FUCK IT HOW YOU WANT. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only moan as I leaned back against the ice cream truck wall, lost in the sensations of the cold cooler under my body while thick fingers stuffed me with Tina and set my ass on fire. “HHHMMMM - YES - TWO SCOOPS HOLE FULL OF FUDGE NUTT,” the ice cream man said as he parted my ass lips and eased in, “HERE BOY, KEEP THIS SMOKE GOING FOR ME WHILE GIVE HIM ANOTHER FLAVOR.” His nephew took his cigar and set it between his teeth and huffed and puffed on it while he stroked his dick back to readiness as he watched his Uncle bang me. “GET THE FUCK OFF THERE. I WANT YOU TO BEND OVER AND SHOW ME THAT HOLE SO I CAN FIND THAT THIRD HOLE,” the ice cream man growled. I was roughly dragged off the cooler, turned around, slammed face down and bent over and howled in pain as he started to brutal fuck me. OK, well in honesty not ‘pain’ really - discomfort, sure - but I knew he liked it when he thought it was hurting. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. NO MERCY AT ALL. JUST SLAM THE FUCK IN - GO DEEP - AND PULL OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. GOTTA KEEP SHIT MOVING AND DON’T HAVE TIME TO FUCKING WALK IN THE PARK. LEAVE THEM SORE, HURT, AND FILLED WITH NUTT AND THEY BE CALLING FOR DELIVERIES MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. WHY? CAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKS THEM LIKE THIS. THEY MIGHT GET OTHER DICK - BUT NOT HOOD DICK - NOT ROUGH DICK - NOT DICK THAT WILL TAKE IT WITH FORCE AND USE THEIR ASS WITHOUT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only mumble a week, “Yes Sir,” as he blended those Tina rocks into my guts and prepped my hole for another breeding. “PUSH BACK NOW, TRY TO FIGHT IT, THAT’S IT FUCKING SLOPPY BITCH ASS - THAT’S IT - FEEL THAT GOOD GOOD SLAMMING YOU - FEEL THAT BBC SWELLING - FEEL ME POLLINATING THAT ASS WITH MY SEED - FEEL ME ADDING A PINT OF HOT SYRUP - OH YEAH - HERE IT GOES - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - CHOCO VANILLA SWIRL, MY FUCKING FAVORITE!” Having shown his nephew how to drop that nutt on the hustle, the ice cream man pulled out his milk crate, sat down, leaned back, and puffed on his cigar. When his nephew frantically grabbed my hips, dug his nails in and slammed back into me with all his might, in a frantic, desperate need to cum once more the iced cream man just laughed and said, “There you go my man. The torch has been passed to a new generation.” About 60-seconds later more BBC-family nutt was running down my leg as the ice cream man stuck the end of his cigar into my cummy/Tina filled hole, scooped it out, then smacked his lips as he huffed again. He looked at me and said, “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” (*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!)

Totally love getting fucked in dark rooms! My favorite gay bar has a dark room and I've been fucked and filled by many guys. I just bend over and let any guys fuck and fill my poz cunt.

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

4. JP "Get up on the counter," Jon said. I knew what was coming next, and my hole twitched. Jon was a good solid fuck. People would come back for more. But his rimming, well, that was toe-curling, dick-hardening, balls-dripping perfection. Men had travelled over oceans to experience it again. The first time he flipped me on my back and spread my legs, I thought I had died. I barely touched myself before I shot a massive load. Since then, the years of practice on my hole, of all the boys we had seduced back to our bed, of all the random hook-ups on the road, and of all the anonymous men at bath houses around the had matured him in to the world's best rimmer. "On the counter," Seth asked. "Yeah," I said. "Here." I grabbed his hand. He used my grip as a lever to push himself up on the counter. He started to turn around, so he was facing Jon. "Stop," I said. "If I know my husband, he wants your hole, not your dick." "Really?" Seth answered. "Really," Jon said. Seth turned around. "On all fours for me." Seth turned around, his face away from both of us. He bent over, resting his weight on his hands and forcing his ass slightly upwards. Seth was blessed with tight, muscular ass. Jon leaned in slightly, grabbed one cheek in each hand, and spread them apart. "Ooooh," Jon moaned. The thin spray of hair around his hole did nothing to protect him from the cool air of the room. "That's beautiful," I said. It would look even more beautiful in the morning, when Seth had accumulated several loads of cum and the thick white fluid was starting to drip out. "Isn't it?" Jon said. "Like a statue." "Or an idol," I said. "Demanding your attention." "Yeah," Jon answered. Jon bent his head and went in for the kill. He began by gently running his tongue around the edges of Seth's hole. "Oh fuck," Seth moaned. He arched his back and pressed his ass against Jon's tongue. The muscles in Jon's arm tensed; Jon was going to rim Seth on his own terms, not by what the horny college boy wanted. "Oh please," he begged, as Jon continued to just tease Seth's hole with his tongue. "I think he likes it," I said. Jon just nodded and continued to lick the young man's ass. I stepped around the counter so I could see Seth's face. His eyes were closed, and his expression was one of pure pleasure. He had never had the pleasure of being rimmed before. Suddenly, his eyes popped open, his mouth opened, and a low, animal moan escaped. Jon must have stuck his tongue into Seth's hole and the boy had discovered an entirely new world of pleasure. "Feel good?" I whispered into his ear. "Oh hell..." He trailed off, as Jon continued to lick at his tight hole. "Oh, fuck..." he started again, but once more, could barely finish the thought. I rested my arm against his torso and felt his heart pounding. "OHHHH," he yelped. I looked up long enough to see Jon rubbing his beard against Seth's hole. Whenever Jon needed to convince me of something, that was the move he used. It was hard to refuse him anything; from a quick pre-work blow job to a long, agonizing post-party fuck, Jon knew my weaknesses. It clearly worked on Seth as well. Jon met my gaze; his green eyes had a sparkle in them. The rim job was just a prelude to the main event, but an important one. We were lowering the last defenses Seth had to being penetrated and bred. Jon released his grip on one of the boy's cheeks, and reached out for my hand. I wrapped my hand around his and pulled him against Seth's hole. "You want to feel him up there?" I asked Seth. "Feel his thick shaft inside of you?" "Please," Seth said. Jon was teasing his hole, keeping him from thinking clearly. "Please, fuck me." "You heard the boy," I said. "He wants to be fucked." "Just another minute," Jon said, before returning to Seth's hole. "I think my husband wants to rim you a while longer," I said. "But, don't worry. You'll get fucked soon enough." I knelt down, just enough so that my face was level with Seth's. His eyes were closed again, and his expression was one of pure fuck-lust. There was nothing he would deny us right now, especially when he thought he was protected by the pills he was taking from the most dangerous gift that Jon and I could give him. I started to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but then opened up for my tongue. "Mmmmm," he moaned, and his entire body shivered for a moment from the pleasure of being stimulated at both ends. "Just relax and let him open you up," I said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. "I'm trying," he said. "I want it. I want it all." He started to kiss me again. The feeling of Jon's wet tongue probing and stimulating him was clearly overwhelming him, and kissing me didn't involve any higher-level thinking. It was just about the pleasure of feeling another man. "Damn, that's a nice hole," Jon said. I was still kissing Seth, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see him stand up. "I gotta get inside him." "You ready for it?" I asked the young man. He nodded vigorously, his mind still lost in the last vestiges of Jon's attention. "Of course he is," Jon said. He wrapped an arm around Seth's waist, and helped him off the counter. "Let's go to the bedroom?" he asked. "Oh yeah," Seth answered. His entire body radiated pleasure, from his broad, innocent smile, to the thick boner sticking out in front of him. It was exactly the mood I wanted him in. He wouldn't think twice about taking our poz cocks, or our virus-laden cum. "Another toke, men?" Jon asked, offering up the pipe. "Why not?" I said. He handed me the pipe, and I took a long draw. The smoke burnt a bit. I struggled not to cough, but finally I couldn't resist any longer. "You know that's a good sign," Seth said. "Let me have it." I handed it to him. Unlike me, he was able to handle the acrid drag, and held it far longer than I did. "This way," Jon said, doing a hit as he led the two of us to the bedroom. We passed the pipe around once more before we all fell onto the bed, our limbs forming an interlocking knot of men. Jon started to kiss Seth, as I wrapped my arms around the two of them and let one hand drift down to Seth's ass. "I want this," Seth said. "I want this so badly." "I know," I whispered in his ear, still loud enough for Jon to hear. "I want this for you as well. To finally feel another man cum inside you. To know what it is like to be fluid bonded with another man." My hand had found his ass and was pushing apart his cheeks, seeking out his hole. It was still wet with Jon's spit; I wondered if we would even need lube to fuck him. "Please." Seth's voice was barely a whisper, but in the silence of the bedroom, it was as good as a shout. Jon had told me all about Seth. The boy had fantasized about bareback sex for years, but until now had been too afraid of getting infected by HIV to do anything. The little blue pills gave him a license to pursue his fantasies. The only problem was that his fantasy, to be able to fuck without fear, collided with the fantasy that Jon and I shared, to infect an innocent young man with our beautiful virus. Seth had the optimism of youth, that every thing would work for the better; we had the knowledge of age, of how dreams got subverted and used for dark and depraved ends. In this struggle, there would be only one winner, and that victor would be death. "I want to put my cock inside you," Jon said. "I want to feel you. Skin to skin. Nothing between us." My finger slipped inside of Seth. His hole was hot, and his hunger was clearly evident. "I want to breed you. Make you my boy." "Please man, fuck me. Bareback me. Cum in me." Seth sounded like he was on the verge of tears; he was so eager to finally lose his bareback virginity. Jon kissed Seth again, and Seth's ass tightened around my finger, practically pulling it deeper into the boy's body. It was charming, how confident Seth was, that technology and modernity would protect him. But it was a post-modern age, where even old certainties like science and medicine were up for debate. "Let's do this," I said, pulling my finger out of Seth's hole, and gently pushing the two men deeper into the large king bed. "You," I continued, pointing at Seth. "On your back. And you, between his legs." I arranged myself at the head of the bed, leaning up against the headboard, with Seth's head resting on thigh. Jon reached into the night stand, and pulled out some lube and a bottle of poppers. "Here," he said, handing me the poppers. "He may need some help." Jon spread Seth's legs open, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. As my husband greased up his cock and began to play with Seth's hole, I stroked Seth's brown hair. "I wan to see my husband fuck you," I said. "Fuck you with his fat, raw daddy cock." Seth turned his head slightly, towards my groin. My own cock was erect, a stiff shaft erupting from my pubic hair. Years ago, it had been a dark brown, nearly black, but time had taken its toll, and it was flecked with grey, no different than the rest of my hair. "I can tell," he said, grinning. "You know he's poz, right?" "Yeah, I do." "Do you know how he got infected?" "He told me you gave it to him." "Yeah. We made love. And I infected him." "But we don't have to worry about that any more," Jon said. "You're on PrEP, right?" "I am," Seth said. "We don't have to worry." "Fucking hot," I said. "Fuck without fear, huh?" "Exactly," Seth said. "And for my first time, I'm glad it's you guys I'm doing it with." He reached up and ran his hand over my chest, through the salt and pepper hair. "Fucking hot men. Hot, healthy men," he said, emphasizing the "healthy." He was blissfully unaware of our machinations and schemes to seduce and destroy him. It only made my cock harder. "Men," Jon said. "Maybe less talk and more fucking?" He had two, maybe three fingers inside of Seth. From my position, it was hard to tell. Either way, our boy was now open and relaxed. "You ready?" "For you raw cock?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Jon relied. "Bareback style." "I am." "Once I enter you, I'm not going to pull out," Jon said. Before Seth said anything, he grabbed one of the man's legs, and rested it in his shoulder. "I know," Seth said. "And I want it." Jon lined up his cock. Although Seth's perfect teenage body blocked my view, I could still imagine clearly Jon's dickhead nestled right against Seth's hole. All of our constant verification with Seth had given the young man the illusion of control, but it was the two of us that had all of the power. A slight push from Jon, and he would penetrate the boy. Or, I could gently move my leg, and Seth would be forced onto Jon's cock. "Please?" he asked. "You want to?" Jon asked me. I opened the small brown bottle and held it under Seth's nose. "Breathe it in deeply," I said. He was young enough he may have never done poppers before. He must have played around with them before, because after taking a long drag from the bottle, he nodded slightly to let me know he was satiated. I smiled. I held the bottle under his nose a few seconds longer, forcing him higher than he wanted. Seth was, fundamentally, our plaything for the weekend and pot and poppers were the softest of drugs he was going to deal with. "All yours," I said. "I love you," Jon said to me. Seth's leg was still resting on his shoulder and as he leaned in to kiss me, Jon forced Seth into an even more compromising position. "I love you too," I said. Jon's beard brushed against my face, still wet with spit. I got the slightest whiff of Seth's ass. "Make him yours." Jon arched his back, and pushed his hips forward. "Ohhhhh," Seth moaned. "Oh fuck," he continued. "You're...." he tried to say, but couldn't complete the sentence. "Inside you?" Jon asked. "I am." "How is it?" I asked. "So fucking hot. So open. So close." "I want this. Always," Seth said. I glanced down at the boy. His eyes were closed, and his face was flushed red from the poppers. "I want you. Everything," he murmured. "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want it all?" "Hell yeah," Jon said. I was resting a hand on his smooth torso, and I could feel his heart pounding from the poppers. "Fuck him properly," I told Jon. "Make his first bareback fuck the best fuck in his life." "Of course," Jon said. He pushed his cock all the way into Seth. Seth's eyes opened wide. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." "Good?" Jon asked. "Oh yeah. Don't stop," Seth replied. "I'm not going to. Not until I breed your hot hole." "Don't stop. Fuck me. Pound me. Cum in me." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want my raw cock deep in you? You want my poz load up that prepped-up hole?" "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Fucking fat daddy cock inside me. Fucking me bareback. Dripping pre-cum into me." He reached down and grabbed his own hard cock. He started to stroke it. Jon caught my eye, and shook his head back and forth. I knew exactly what he meant; his deviancy worked on so many levels. I reached down and grabbed Seth's wrist, pulling him away from his dick. "Focus on Jon," I said. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to get off later." I wasn't lying; there was no way Jon and I wouldn't let that beautiful cock go to waste. But tonight and tomorrow, we wanted Seth to know the only way he could get pleasure was by getting fucked. "You leaking pre-cum yet?" I asked Jon. Of course, I knew the answer to that, but the question was for Seth's benefit. "Like a hose," Jon said. "Can you feel it?" "So fucking good," Seth replied. He was lost in his own world. He was getting fucked raw for the first time. "So intense." Jon's cock was sliding in and out of his hole, stretching it open, and letting him find out just how good sex between two men could feel. "Don't stop." "Wasn't planning on it," Jon said. "Don't want to cum too soon." He leaned over the boy and kissed me again. "You're going to love his hole. So fresh." "I'm going to love it even more with your load in it," I said. My cock was hard, watching my husband fuck the young man. I had years of experience being in Seth's position, feeling Jon push and thrust, trying to find the unexplored parts of my gut and smear his pre-cum as much as possible. This evening, he was marking his territory. I wondered if Seth realized he was little more than a pawn in Jon's need for dominance. "Make him yours. Mark him with your load." "That's the plan," Jon said. "That's what I want." He pulled out, nearly all the way, then slammed all the way into Seth. The boy gasped, but didn't resist. "Suck his cock," Jon said. "Lick my husband's cock clean." Seth turned his head towards my dick; I pushed it towards his mouth. He licked off the bead of pre-cum and savored it. I put my hand on the back of his head, and gently pressed him to take at least the head. I needed to feel him accept my dick and to allow me to dominate him. It was not a hard thing; he eagerly opened his mouth and swallowed my cock head. He ran his tongue over and around the head, but struggled to get any more than just the head into his mouth. I couldn't tell if his difficulty was from experience or from his position; Jon noticed it as well. "Let's try a better position," he said. He pushed his dick all the way into Seth. "Flip you over," he said. I pulled my leg out from under Seth as Jon man-handled the boy into the new position, on all fours on the bed. I took my position in front of Seth. My dick was now right in front of his face and at almost the perfect height to slide right into his throat. "Spit roast him?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," I said. Jon had already slid his cock into Jon's ass. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and he inhaled deeply from it. He passed it back to me, and I held it under Seth's nose once again. Seth took several big snorts before I took it away and did a hit as well. As I was taking a second hit, Seth grabbed my cock, and guided it to his mouth. He quickly swallowed the head and started to work his way down the shaft. It was a welcome sensation as the familiar warm rush of the poppers hit me. I quickly put the cap back on, and leaned into Seth, forcing my cock further into his mouth and against the back of his throat. "You going to fuck his throat?" Jon asked me. His face was flushed red from the poppers. "Oh yeah," I said. "You going to pound his hole?" "Fuck. You know I am." As the poppers took over Jon's body, he started to pound Seth relentlessly. Each thrust of Jon's hips pushed Jon's dick deeper into Seth. The thrusts also forced Jon further onto my cock. The poppers removed the last bit of resistance from his throat, and another inch of my dick disappeared into his mouth. "Fucking breed this hole." "You want that, Seth?" I asked. "You want Jon to shoot his load up there? Make you his boy?" Seth was struggling to keep up with everything that was happening. The poppers were flooding his mind and body, Jon's cock was relentless in its pounding, and my dick was cutting off his ability to breathe. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of everything, Seth nodded his head vigorously. Jon reached down, around Seth's torso, and grabbed his dick. "Boy's fucking rock hard. I think he's enjoying this." I grabbed the back of Seth's head and forced him all the way down on my dick. "You like getting spit roasted?" I asked. "Dick in each hole?" Seth started to nod, but I held him in place. "Don't nod. Just swallow if you like it." "Or squeeze your ass," Jon added. We didn't need Seth to speak. Fueled by the mad fuck-lust and the poppers, he was no longer a human, but just a sex toy for us to enjoy. That perspective made the weekend's plans easier. We were going to bareback him all weekend, inject him full of our toxic spooge, and try to infect him with our disease. More than that, Jon had everything in place to take away Seth's last line of defense. We were going to make sure that Seth wouldn't have a chance to take his protective drugs while he was with us, and when he went home, half of the pills would have been replaced by a useless placebo. These dark, evil thoughts propelled me forward and deeper into Seth's body, even as the poppers started to wear off. My dick was dripping pre-cum, and I realized I needed to slow down if I was going to avoid shooting. His mouth and throat were amazing, but my virus-laden semen would do far more good if it were deposited in his ass. Jon saw how I was on the edge, and brought me back to reality. "Don't cum yet, love," he said. "There's a better hole for you to shoot in." "Once you've gotten it good and sloppy," I said. "That shouldn't be too hard. He's working my cock good. Getting damn close." Jon grabbed Seth's waist, and slammed his dick deep into the boy. I felt Seth gasp, although by this point, he should have been used to Jon's pounding. "Careful there," I said, stroking the side of Seth's face. "Watch the teeth." "He's not yet as good as you," Jon said. "He's still young." "Just needs practice," I said. Seth was going to get a lot of practice this weekend, both in getting fucked and sucking cock. I pulled my cock out. My thick shaft glistened from Seth's saliva. I stopped when just my dick head was in his mouth. "Just work on the head," I said to him. "Taste my pre-cum." He gasped for air, but did as he was told. Seth's tongue ran over my cock head, focusing on my piss slit. By now, there was a steady stream of pre-cum leaking out, and the young man lapped it up eagerly. "Like that pre-cum?" Jon asked him. "Yeah," he said, now able to speak more or less normally. "And Jon is dripping just as badly into that hole of yours," I said. "How does it feel?" "Amazing," Seth said. "Fucking amazing. I'm never going back." "That's what I want to hear," Jon said. "You'll be a faithful barebacker in no time." "Part of the elite brotherhood," I said. Jon smiled. He knew exactly what I meant. There were two clubs Seth would join this weekend. He had started the initiation into the bareback brotherhood this morning; it would be finished when Jon shot his load into Seth. The other club, the one we occasionally called the High-Five club, would take longer. But Jon and Cal, the men we had invited and myself, we would all make sure that he would be a full member soon enough. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Never going back." "I don't think you can ever go back," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "So fucking close," he said. "You think the boy deserves it?" "A stud like Seth? Of course he deserves it. Give it to him." "Hello?" A deep male voice rang out from beyond the bedroom. "Where are you?" I froze for a second, as did Seth. There was an invader in our sex lair. "In the bedroom," Jon said. He was inviting the invader into our private space. Seth tried to pull off of me, but a well-placed hand ensured that my dick stayed deep in his mouth. The new man would see the three of us in all of our sexual glory; hard cocks buried in wet orifices and not a single condom being used.

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

New Years Eve (Part 2) I was glad to see that he was checking me out, too. He asked me about the butt plug harness, and I told him that I had just come from another sex club, and that I had at least 9 loads of cum in my hole. He said that he could take care of that, and told me to follow him to one of the club’s play spaces where there were wide, padded benches lining the walls. He ordered the boy to get down on his knees, behind me, while I unbuckled my butt plug harness and eased the butt plug out of my hole. Right away, I could feel cum starting to leak out. That’s when he pushed the boys face up against my ass, and ordered him to shove his tongue in and out of my hole and to start sucking. I could hear the boy gulping down mouthfuls of cum, and I moaned loudly each time he fucked his tongue in and out of my hole. He asked me if I was ready to get fucked, and I told him that, first, I had a big load of chem piss that I needed to get rid of. He saw a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, so he told the boy to pick them up and hand one of them to me. I quickly filled one bottle and about half of the second bottle with my potent chem piss. He handed the half filled bottle to the boy and told him to drink it. Having learned to follow orders, the boy guzzled it right down. Then, he handed the full bottle to me. No problem. I had drunk plenty of chem piss before, and I wanted to show him that I was good at being submissive, so down it went. I knew it would be about a half hour before it kicked in, and I was sure that he knew it too. He took a small metal box out of his pocket, and showed me the large vitamin capsules inside. I was sure that they didn’t contain vitamins. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted one or two for a booty bump. Before I could answer, he held three of the large capsules in his hand. He ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on my opening, then push the large capsules inside. He told me to put my butt plug back in, which shoved the capsules farther inside of me. Next, he told me to get on my knees, in front of him, while he unsnapped his huge codpiece pouch, and handed it to the boy. I’ve seen some big cocks before, but this guy was incredible. I went right to work sucking his circumcised cock. A few times, he grabbed my head in both of his hands and skull fucked me, until his cock was too big for me to get it into my mouth. He said that we’d see if my ass could do a better job than my mouth. He told me to stand up and plant one foot up on the bench. Then, he ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on his huge cock, and he told me to remove the butt plug. As he pushed into me, he said that he was going to fuck those meth-caps deep into my guts where they would dissolve faster. I was glad he fucked me slowly at first, letting me try to get used to the length as well as the immense girth of his cock, stretching my hole. He said that he could feel his cock head hitting the three meth-caps, and he grinned as he pushed them farther and farther inside with each stroke, until I could feel a mild burning sensation all the way inside my inner ring. To make them dissolve even faster, he shot a short stream of piss into me while his cock head was jammed up against my inner ring. I was already feeling high from the 20 hits I had taken when I was in my car, and the water bottle full of my own chem piss that he had told me to drink, had kicked in. I knew that the meth-caps had dissolved because I could feel my heart pounding really hard, and I felt a rush traveling from my ass, up through my chest, and into my head. He said that maybe I needed to lie down. He led me through the club and got me into the only available sling so that my ass was a few inches beyond the end of the sling. He ordered the boy to get me a bottle of water. It was plain water, this time, and he told me to drink it. Almost instantly, I felt a lot better, and my tweaking butt hole was begging for cock. I instinctively raised my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups, which spread my legs, and exposed my hole. I really get off on having a group of guys watch me get fucked, and quite a few had gathered around. To my surprise, I looked over to one side, and I saw him with his boy leaning against the wall. As he gave me a nod to let me know that he had everything under control, I felt a good sized cock in my hole, fucking me hard, his thighs slapping my ass with every stroke, until he blew his load. As soon as he pulled out his cock, I got fucked by another and another, not even thinking to keep count of how many there were. When it looked like every cock that wanted to fuck me was drained, he ordered the boy to bury his face in my ass, and suck all the loads of cum out of me, just as he had done earlier, tonguing my hole, and sucking and swallowing all of it. When he was finished, the boy looked over to the side for further instructions. He used the leash to pull the boy over to him, where he ordered the boy to lube his cock with more of the gun-oil. My hole kept twitching as I stared at his cock. I needed that horse cock fucking me. He stood at the end of the sling and teased my hole with the head of his cock, driving me wild, as I saw his cock growing thicker and longer. While he repeatedly pushed his cock head against my hole, he asked me if I was a cock-whore. He asked me if I was a meth-whore. He already knew the answers. He just wanted to make me say it. Then, he shoved into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, until his cock head was hitting my inner ring almost every time, making me stiffen and clamp my hole even tighter around his cock. I was surprised at his stamina, being able to fuck me continuously, for a long time without cumming. When he was ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock out of me and told me to turn my head to one side, where he mashed his huge cock head against my lips. He told me to suck on his cock and to rub my tongue hard along the underside of his cock head, which made him groan loudly and breathe faster. The first jet of cum blasted into the back of my throat, and, before I could swallow all of it, five more jets, just as big, followed, so that all I could concentrate on was swallowing as fast as I could. I thought he was finished, but he kept alternating between grinning and jerking, each time his balls pumped still more and more cum across my tongue and down my throat. Up at the clothes check counter, he picked up a card and told me to write my phone number and my email address on it, so he could contact me whenever he felt like it. Usually, I’m very reluctant to give out my personal information, but, with him, I just handed it over without even thinking about it.

I don't feel it when someone's cum inside me. I notice the difference if someone else then fucks me. I only definitely know it when it oozes out of me!

As a bottom when going out for a night of fun at the baths I dress not only to satisfy my personal fetishes but also to attract guys with similar interests. Dress in whatever gear turns you on and see how what happens. If it doesn't work out you can always observe what the guys getting the most attention are wearing and make adjustments. Personally, my major fetishes are jockstraps, jeans, and feet. I usually wear a jockstrap, jeans with the ass cut out, a t-shirt, and go barefoot or wear flip flops and have never had a problem getting some attention. Because I'm also into watersports I usually end up pissing my jeans at least once while I'm there (love to let loose while I'm getting fucked raw and loaded). Once my jeans are piss soaked I always end up attracting other guys into piss play and have a great time getting fucked, pissing myself, and getting pissed on.

Very hot! I've had the pleasure of taking the first poz loads from several guys, the first of whom was a high school buddy. We were seniors in high school. I was very "out," and when he told me he was poz, I told him I was also, and anytime he needed a hole to shoot in, I was ready. It took him a couple of weeks, but he finally told me he wanted to fuck me, so that weekend we got together. The first time he was worried about cumming in me, even though I was already poz, but once he did, He gave me five loads between that night and the following morning. I also had the pleasure of giving him a couple of loads. We hooked up many more times, and I know he pozzed a couple other high school guys, and a few in college. I always tell my bottoms I'm poz, and it is amazing how many neg guys beg for my load, so naturally I always give it to them.

probably the night I went to a bath house here in town and got dosed with some g. I was smart enough once I started feeling it to go back to my room and pass out for awhile, but when I woke up I was horny as fuck and still wasted. i wondered out into the hall to get some water but a guy I knew invited me into his room to hang out on my way back. Before I knew what was happening, I was strapped in his sling getting bred by him and two buddies of his, who also took advantage of my fucked up state to piss on and inside me, making me hornier with their tina piss. All of this was only mildly degrading until they opened the door and let passers by see what was happening, including a guy I went to school with who knew the GIRL I was dating at the time. He paid my "friend" 20 bucks to let him breed my ass and while the others all pissed on me. Somehow I missed that he was recording it all on my phone until he emailed me a week later with a link to the video, which he used to blackmail me into breaking up with my girlfriend and letting him bb fuck me anytime he wanted. Eventually I got a hold of the video, deleted it from his computer and reported the link so it got taken down. When he found out, he became furious and tried convincing me he had other copies. I told him to fuck off and showed him some pictures I secretly took of him using hard drugs and he backed off. I still occasionally see him online or out at clubs or the bath house and I still get embarrassed every time.

Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…

Any kind for me especially if it is goin up me ass (_0_)