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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!)

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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.

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...

One ....

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.

Seems like the older guys sort of like going thru the motions of being tricked. I don't know if they are acting-out or just give into the idea when they get hot. But always surprised at how easy it is to do a younger dude. Here's one for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer....18/19 or some such. I looked forward to it for several years and sort of strange how I always knew I'd get him some day but never felt in any hurry - he's sort of young for his age. But he was out of town this summer and planning on college in the fall so it was time. Think he had just a little experience - wasn't as nervous about it as if it was his first ever time, but definitely needed some lessons. Anyway, lots of sessions starting in June and it was fun plus nice having some nearby. We "forgot" ourselves a few times and barebacked, and pulled the old trick many more. So he leaves for school in late August but keeps in touch by email and I get to hear a little about his love life....not slutting around a lot but getting some at Ohio State....he talked about most as regular school buds but there was one guy I didn't get details on and sort of think that was "love" and was an older guy. The tone of his e-mails sort of changed in late November, he had something to tell me when he was home for Christmas, etc. Had me guessing that he had his test results and was wondering if he figured-out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school. That was it - and you wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was to listen to him pouring out his story - feeling all pumped inside but having to act serious and sorry. I gave him all kinds of good advice, etc. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after knowing that he's poz!!!!!! BUT THE GREATEST THING: To keep my cover, course we'd be safe. He'd never topped me during the summer but got into it a little at school so he did me a couple times. Then the day after Christmas we had a nice long session. I did him first, then he was doing me. If course I made a big production of slipping the rubber off him...telling him how much I like him, that I wanted his sperm in me - poz or not whatever would be would be. At first it sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, but he got into it fast. I was looking forward to the thought of taking back my bugs that I had seeded over the summer - thought that was going to be a real turn-on.....but what was so over-the-top. As he was working me, I could see this transformation in him: like he had never considered breeding a guy on purpose – that he was totally into being safe with his newly toxic loads. But while it's going down I could just see the ideas forming in his head - how he was getting into the idea of pozzing me - and liking it! By the time he got to the squirt strokes, I knew he had moved onto a new stage. When he shot he was past making love to his old bud - he was definitely into gifting. No words to express the pride I felt! Anyway....he'll be driving back to college this week but we're spending tonight playing together. When he left for school the first time, it was sort of hard to say goodbye. This time will be a lot more gratifying for me knowing that he's going back looking to share my gift with his buds - what a feeling!

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

Oh my God, lil bro. Nothing better than eating out your boyhole. Tastes so fucking good. You got a load in there, don't you? And I think I even know whose cum that is. Your pussy tastes like mom had one of her fake migraine attacks again...

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!

Yep, if I'm fucking a hot ass and I take a deep hit of good poppers, it makes me go crazy on his hole... I also love taking a hit before I rim a hole...makes me so hungry to lick/eat it! In fact, I probably use poppers more for this than when I'm actually inside a guy. Usually use Amsterdam, English Royale, or JJ Platinum here....the JJ Black Label gave me bad headaches when I tried them once.

This. I have no problem with having sex with poz people. (Most of my sex these days is with them.) I do have huge problems with people who lie to me and do things to me I did not consent to.

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

I was horny as fuck all day yesterday. A4A guy came on hot and heavy then flaked. Previous hook-up offered his ass but got delayed helping his sister move or something. Then, my reliable passionate fuckbud from eight blocks away came through and I happily double-loaded him.

fucking hot.. I would have stayed and taken another ride....

There are a lot of ABS in Vegas. But some don't have much action at all. Like anyplace, the action can be hit or miss depending on the day and time. My fave is Peepland. Has about 12 extra large booths with fully locking doors. There's one glory hole. The owner can be kind of gruff if you're just standing around. But if you're feeding money into the booths, he could care less what you're doing. I normally have great action there. A-Action near downtown between Main St. & 1st Street is dirty and sleazy, but usually great action. Most of the booths have g/h's. The new theater is small, but there can be some really great action in there. Lot's of black and latino dick. Raw fucking happens all the time there. I've sucked off one of the Vegas Strip Headliners through the glory holes there on a couple of occasions. He's a frequent visitor there to the g/h's. Main Street Adult Superstore has a sleazy theater, but not much action in the booths. Again, lots of black and latino raw dick. But, can attract some druggies and homeless guys that hang out. Adult World on Meade Ave has a very active arcade and theater. Again, lots of bbc and latino dick. Got a nice load in my ass from an older str8 latino dude there last week in a booth. Fantasy World on Boulder Hwy in Henderson also has an active arcade and twin theater. I've sucked a lot of dick there. And taken a lot of raw loads in both the theater and arcade. Lots of married guys tend to go there in the daytime to get off. Don't waste your time or money on Lion's Den. A nice set up, but no one seems to go there for some reason. Both Deja Vu locations can be very hit and miss. The one closest the strip can sometimes have some nice action. But the employees at the location near The Orleans can be pests. Have fun~

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.

Hi .. thanks for the rep! Like your range of hobbies ... ws, breath control, pnp, leather ... all horny things for me!

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?

If we were to collate all the responses to this topic and group them together dependant on how much they agree with the OP or not then this must be one of the most critical and untypical I've read. The thing is although my experience isn't quite as deflating as above but my discovery was black men are men that are, well......black. That's pretty much the height of any difference. Of the 5 or 6 black men I've had the pleasure to 'get to know' not one of them was bigger than my thick, hard 8 inches though a couple came quite close. Of course,we all know size is just one particular dimension but I haven't found that whole cliché about black males being more masculine or superior to be based in much fact as of yet. Maybe, it's my background for me growing up was often a shitty and violent experience where I had to learn fast to protect myself or go under for good. I'd happily walk into a dark alley with 6 men knowing fine I at least will exit on my feet, bashed n bloody maybe but physically intact and sound. So for me, the whole hyper masculine, physical uberman line doesn't ring true.I suspect when there's a multitude of white men chomping at the bit to be slaves for any black males out there,actively offering themselves as kind of shemale fucktoys then the whole black dom/sub white meme becomes fact. Hey, with the social history and racial tensions between blacks and whites is it any wonder black men would nail any white arse that comes their way. My experience is on an genuinely equal footing though one or two of the guys initially acted all kind of me big black man you little white boy who will do as I say ok. Aye m8, that will be shiny and bright !!! Once the message was conveyed and understood, when it was established we were just two horny blokes and put aside all that black/white bollocks then the fun really could begin. I rode each glorious black butt and had 4 out of 6 of their gorgeous black cocks sunk deep inside mine. Oh, bareback of course. Thoroughly enjoyed slowly stroking those black members and the taste was great but again any difference between white n black meat is totally superficial. Skin colour is the only real difference but in saying that I have to admit that there is something wonderfully delicious and erotic about a man with a lusturous dark coloured scrotum, a dusky dark puckered rim or a vibrant dark pinkish/purple cock head. The exact same magnificent truth applies to black women just as much. That there is such an incredible sheen from a pair of black arse cheeks or across a belly with trembling stomach muscles. Pounding a hot black arse that's bent over in front of you is one of the hottest sights going.Having him straddling your lap and getting the best possible view of his beautiful dark ring being stretched wide open by your own throbbing hard on. Drinking in visually the whole process of working your wildly spasming penis fully inside his rear until his rim is pressed hard against your pubic bone. All the while his legs spread either side of you, his balls bounce n jiggle inside the sack drawn taut over his rocks as you work yourself deeper and deeper. His cock as rigid, pulsing every bit as hard as mine. There to be taken in hand, foreskin peeled back and gobs of thick seed shot all over my naked skin as he very quickly shoots his bolt. He comes again many times before I blow mine. Equally as enraptured I remember the first time I lay half back against the pillows with my legs open to breaking, straining to watch as his hard rippling black, velvety erection disappeared inside my now very seemingly pink arsehole, seeing his wet cock pull out and slide around the pale trench of my arse crack. With another sitting facing each other my right leg over his, left under as we got as close together as possible. Till are balls were almost pressing hard together, our two engorged organs able to be held together....... almost. The contrast of pale,white skin against his satin-like velvety tones took my breath away. So, in conclusion I love black cock, black man cunt, black skin against white but this whole black master white slave shit really annoys me these days..... At first it was just border line amusing especially when you consider the 'men' that perpetuate that whiteboys are born to be pussy for black dudes myth would actually get down on their knees and bottom for my pet cat(don't have a pet cat but a German Shepard but you get the point lol) if you told them to but know it really pisses me off..... speak for yourself sissy. Besides,you miss out on the real pleasures of hot sex with black men if you buy into that false racial superiority dynamic. When it's simple man on man and the fields wide open for all kinds of fun, when your seed is dripping down his thigh or your mouth is full of the taste of his fresh semen then you can truly appreciate the totally negligible differences between 'races' and quite possibly it's the best way to end racism once and for all ??

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.

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

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.

I feel every spasm, every throb, and every warm spurt of cum from all of my Tops. I'm addicted to this feeling just as much as I am addicted to the jizz joy I experience from the cum itself.

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.

Tailgate Gangbang and K9 Money Pit (The Pimp Gets Twisted): The crack pipe burned my fingers a bit as in my completely-high-fucked-up state I had shifted them a little too close to the flames. Griz, Lex, and Jay – the Holy Trinity of bad-ass, nasty, BBC whore Masters – all laughed at what a mess I was. I had homeless cum running out of every hole, chem piss falling off my body in crusty flakes, and multiple strains of viral attackers coursing through my veins from the constant raw breeding they had forced upon me. OK, well ‘forced’ may be too strong of a word. OK, not all. Maybe at first, but I was a willing participant now and as I sat on Griz’s lap, his long, thick black dick buried up my ass, and his scarred, bearded face nestled at the back of my neck as he bit me, marking me like a stallion marks his mare, I had to focus on what I was being asked. Lex held the camera close to my face, my bloodshot eyes taking up the frame, “Go on whore, tell the folks at home what the rules are. What was the first thing you learned when you entered whore boot camp?” “Rule #1.” I said, then paused, looked into Jay’s expectant gaze as he stood to the left and back of Lex, and then felt Griz bite hard enough to break the skin on my upper back making me flinch, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” My Masters smiled. “Rule #2. I ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, I do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation.” Jay chimed in from the peanut gallery “THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT SLUT! YOU TELL ‘EM.” “Rule #3. It’s all about the Benjamins. I need to make my hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce - pay out.” (I added that last bit, which pleased all my BBC Whore Boot Camp councilors.) “And Rule #4. I belong to…umm – him,” I said as I pointed and Lex panned the camera to Jay who smiled and said, “This white whore so good, he got three Mandingo Masters – count them you jealous bitches – three! One…two…three! And you know fucking what? That white pussy pleases each and every fucking one of us. I am Master Jay – the Jay Man and the man behind the camera is Master L….What? Oh fuck no really? Ha – aiight – the man behind the camera is just Master and that horse hung nicca taking the whore’s temp with his schlong dong is the biggest, blackest bear around, our nation’s capitol own Weapon of Mass Destruction – THE GRIZ! Whoop whoop!” Lex lowered the camera, turned it off and said to me, “That’s good. Real good. Now wipe some of that nutt out of your eyes. Not too much now, just enough to see those pretty blues. Damn you’re fine, come here baby.” With Griz still holding me on his dick Lex stepped over, grabbed my face and started to tongue fuck my mouth. Jay piped up, “Come on now. Back to business yo!” Lex laughed as he pulled away from my face, turned the camera back on and Jay got up beside me and pointed, “You see that? That long run of spit running down the whore’s face? That be Master spit. That mouth is ours. That ass is ours. That body is ours. Those nipples be mine now listen to the whore cry as I chew those little bitches out.” I started to whimper and whine as Jay leaned down and clamped his teeth onto each of my nipple’s in turn while Griz continued to churn his bear dick in my ass, spinning his cub sperm and putting them into hibernation deep in my man cave. When Jay bit so hard he drew blood I yelped, he pulled off, they all laughed, and with the camera in one hand, Lex handed me a crack pipe and continued to narrate. “OK. For you folks who need to catch up. Dum white boy puts his nose where it don’t belong. Gets knocked up in an alley – double raped and stuffed. Gets passed along to my man here. Get’s dawg fucked in a garage. Gets gang banged by some dumb-ass youngins, then nutted and pissed in and on by the biggest and filthiest homeless dicks in the city. You with me?” Griz then stopped chewing on me long enough to pipe in, “And don’t forget about us. I’ve been banging this slut off and on for over half a day now and that pussy ain’t stopping. Hungry hungry whore pussy that’s what we got. So if you all need a taste of white cherry pie, hit us up. If you working with some monster meet we can set you up!” The camera turned off, Lex took the pipe, and as Griz growled in my ear I fought to reach Jay’s 12-inch dick that was now oh so fucking close. Far too late did I realize fucking my throat was not what he had in mind when he held up a black collar with a small box on the front. “What does this say?” Jay asked. I squinted and read the letters aloud, “D – O – G – T – R – A,” paused and sounded it out, “DogTra?” Jay nodded, fitted the leather collar around my neck and Griz slid the bulky box to the side as he wrapped both of his hands under my chin, pressing the collar tight. Jay then held up what looked like a little walkie-talkie, hit a button, and both Griz and I jumped, spasmed, and twisted. Jay and Lex were busting out laughing, Griz was swearing, and I was scrabbling at my neck trying to get it off. “That is a shock collar. You a bitch now. So while you done well so far, let’s just say all bitches need to learn their place and yours is the kennel. You obey or…..” Jay said just before hitting the shock button again. Once the spasm subsided Jay continued, “That was for your sassy mouth with Pastor Mike.” Griz then yelled, “Fuck that made me shit the chair a little I think but hot damn! That pussy clenched my dick so hard and made my balls cry out like they were kicked – do it again!” Collared and filled with a fresh load from Griz, I stumbled into the bathroom to piss. I strained and nothing. So I sat down, Lex opened the door filming me, “See. A true whore pussy sits when he pisses. Good slut!” Then he left me in peace to finish my business. When I came out I asked Jay again about getting something to eat. He shook his head, pushed me back a step, then grabbed a plate off the table and said, “Here, snort this. The only thing going into those guts for the next few days is nutt, piss, spit, nutt, piss, and more spit. You feel me?” Jay then stomped up the stairs; Griz and Lex huddled and chatted, so I entertained myself with cleaning the plate and sticking two coated fingers up my bruised hole for good measure. I was enjoying the high when Jay came back carrying a 5-pound bag of sugar. He made me bend over the chair, Lex grabbed the camera and Jay started to speak for the next installment on our Xtube channel – WHORE BOOT CAMP. “WHORE BOOT CAMP. The few – the slutty – the submissive white ass that be deep enough, wide enough, hungry enough to take our BBC,” Jay said proudly as he slapped my ass, bruising it for sure. “Like we showed you in previous vids, you got to keep the whore drugged up, dicked up, and used and abused. This white rabbit is now our total prisoner for dick – no running, no escape, no way out. Sleep when I say. Eat when I say. Do what the fuck I say – call me the Warden. Well all that shit takes a toll you know. I grew up on a farm and when a cow…..what the fuck Griz, yes farm...you know I was a country nicca…OK folks anyways, as I was sayin, sometimes when a cow give birth those big headed babies just flop their cunt right outside her hole and drag it with her. That’s where this comes in…” Jay paused, held up the 5-pound bag of sugar and patted it before continuing on, “Bend over whore. See how those pussy lips look all swollen, bruised, puffy, and that cunt is gaping a bit? Well just pour some sugar in your hand, scoop it up, and rub it on and in and around that tender hole like this.” I squirmed a little as it felt like sandpaper until Griz snarled in my ear. Jay went on, “The sugar makes the swelling go down, those pussy lips tighten up, and in no time flat it’s ready to gape and bang again. Best of all, tastes sweeter than ever.” That was Griz’s queue and I started moaning as he turned me back around and buried his face in my ass and started lapping up my honey pot. The guys all laughed, Lex turned the camera off, and my Mandingo Masters got down to business discussing how best to whore me out next. I was smoking a freshly filled pipe, all thoughts of eating or anything else except the smoke in my lungs and getting more dick and cum in my ass had vanished when the Holy Trinity of Mandingo Masters circled me. Jay had an evil smile on his face, Griz had a hungry look and was stroking his mad thick dick, and Lex was all about business as he showed me his phone and a text message he had just sent out: CUM ONE – CUM ALL (then there was a picture of me on my back on Jay’s chest with his T-Rex gonno dick stretching my hole and cum frothing out around it as he pumped) TAILGATE PARTY BY IBIZA STOP BY, GET A PIECE OF WHITE TAIL, GET PARTIED UP For all the freak brothas looking to unload and get down - dig some ass out and load it up with man juice. - double digit fellas only (for you dumb fucks that means no little dicked fuckers) - you must pass the ruler test – so no fakers, only playas - Molly gift bag for those who agree to be videoed (no face shots – hood masks available) - show up, fuck, and get fucked up and then be about your business THIS THE ONE TIME YOU CAN KNOCK UP A PUSSY AND NOT WORRY ABOUT A CALL FROM MAURY ASKING, “WHO’S THE DADDY?” RSVP for final locale and your personal invite. I looked up, they guys were all smiling now and in explanation Jay laughed and said, “Dudes be coming out of the clubs and be jonesing for some pussy and most of them leave frustrated and broke and we all usually with them – HA - but not tonight, tonight we offering a taste of something special you rabbit – you and that white tail of yours.” My ass quivered at the though of more horny straight dudes busting my ass open and I asked, “So when do we start?” Griz handed his phone to Lex and said, “WE can use this,” he turned to me and said, “Right now whore, let me back up inside you, my dick is getting chilly.” I grunted as his bear dick skidded back in while Lex and Jay looked at the picks on Griz’s phone. “What is this,” Lex asked, “Why are you showing us pictures of a Wonder Bread delivery truck?” Griz kept pumping my ass he replied, “Keep scrolling. Little side project I’ve been working on. Check it out. Just inside the front door there’s two set of curtains on poles that slide back and forth making a little entry hall - same at the back - so you can walk to the middle and out the back without anyone outside seeing anything. Got a couple chairs, TV with built in DVD to run porn, mini-cooler for drinks, restaurants mats – you know those kinds with the holes – all over the floor so you can piss or whatever and let it flow down drain drilled in the middle. I also installed a water tank with a hose, sound proofing, and the best bit – keep scrolling – keep scrolling – stop there – my adjustable fuck bench. See it can rise up or down and has got chains on both ends that keep a whore tied in place. Can’t have the bitches running now can we. Got a couple new girls lined up for some rolling hooking, but hell – why not use it for this whore right here?” Jay laughed, “You’re one sick twisted son of a bitch you know that man?” he said to Griz. Lex just nodded, deep in thought as Griz said, “Got a similar set up in back at the shop too now, back by the dog pit. Hmm….that gives me a… OH FUCK YEAH MILK MY FUCKING DICK YOU SLUTTY PUSSY – FEEL THAT? FEEL THOSE NUTTS FLOODING YOU OUT? HELL YEAH!!” A few hours later, after invites had been posted on Craigslist, Xtube, AdultSpace, and a few other sites, as well as email blasted to all their horse-hung buddies, I found myself sitting naked on the floor of a Wonder Bread truck as it rattled through the city. Griz was standing up by the front door, hanging on as his tow truck driver drove. The guy driving was the one who took my keys to go check on my apartment and made secret plans with me to hook one-on-one and I was anxious to get more of his dick. Jay was with me in the back, stuffing a new pipe, checking his locked boxes of supplies, humming to himself and having a grand old time as he prepared to pimp me out. The truck was parked down Patterson Street NE close to North Capitol. Griz wanted easy access in and out for folks. I didn’t know what time it was, just that it must be late as it was dark out when Jay walked me wrapped up in a blanket out to the truck. The driver pulled the curtain back and was rubbing his dick and I anxiously stood up so I could bend over as I wanted his nutt so bad. I dropped to the floor and grabbed the collar as Jay laughed, “Fuck no bitch. Sit back down. And you – walk your sorry nicca ass right out the back and man the back door. This is business tonight, no freebies.” I rubbed my neck as I asked, “Yeah but the email I saw didn’t say anything about paying? What about Rule #3?” Jay smiled, nodded, “Good bitch, you was listening. Look. Not every hustle is about the RTM cash flow – you know, Right-This-Minute. Sometimes you got to give a taste, make the hook, promise something bigger and better later.” I lit the pipe, put my head back against the side of the truck and shrugged, whatever, I didn’t care – they were the brains, I was just the talent, and my ass was hungry. I had not been empty of dick this long since Jay had raped me in the alley and I needed more cum. The thought of all the raw, dirty, infected dick I had taken made my dick get hard and I rubbed at it before taking another hit. Griz came in back, “OK. Lex will be here in a minute, just texted me. Here find some place to set this, Lex said you’d need it.” Jay took the small white board and the set of markers, smiled, turned the board to me so I could read: _ _ Loads in Whore’s Pussy I inhaled a cloud, smiled back, blew the cloud Jay’s way and said, “Well let’s get this show started. I want so much cum shot up my ass I can taste it.” Lex had stepped through the curtains, the camera pointed my way and said, “For you folks at home you heard him ask for it, so when later he’s begging for us to stop saying he can’t take it anymore, you know what? We won’t, because that’s not what he wants – or needs.” Bent over the fuck bench, chained down, and flying high, I grunted as the first horny BBC of the night mounted me and set the van rocking. He had one of the masks on so all his derogatory comments and verbal abuse were muffled, but between them and his slaps, Lex was loving it and filming it all. “BREED THE BITCH…DUMP THOSE BABIES…CUM IN THERE…DIG THAT SHIT OUT. YOU WANT YOUR MOLLY, SHRED THAT ASS UP…TURN IT OUT BROTHA, MAKE THAT SHIT SQUIRT…HOT PUSSY POCKET JUST WAITING FOR YOU, DON’T BE SHY, SLAM THE FUCK IN THERE…BET YOUR GIRL CAN’T TAKE YOUR HORSE COCK LIKE THAT CAN SHE…” According to the sign I had taken 27 loads from the random, anonymous BBC rapists when I started to complain. That’s right – 27 horned up dudes from the club or street who climbed up into that delivery truck and bred me raw before getting their Molly grab bag and an invite for later. Nasty fuckers! These were not long fucks. Hell, to me most of them barely seemed to pop in my ass before they blew their cum in my sloppy, wet, gushy hole filling me up like a box of Twinkies. I’m sure I could have got more, but things seemed to slow a bit after some crazy woman started banging on the side of the Wonder Bread truck and yelling, “There’s some crazy gay sex shit going on in there! Where’s my man? Where’s he at? I got your phone asshole! DL motha-fucka, get your bait loving ass out here.” Well, at the moment, he was 11 inches deep in my ass and telling Jay, “She wonders why I fuck other pussy? Hear that mouth?” as he continued to take his time and dick me down before loading me up. When he was through Lex distracted the woman at the front while Jay hustled her man out the back. HA! Now, back to the complaining. I was not trying to be difficult and complain on purpose mind you, but the drugs made me sassy as Jay would say and a few shocks from the collar did not placate me so Jay said, “I got something that’ll chill you out,” and held a new pipe up to my mouth and had me inhale long and hard. Whatever that shit was sent my flying like Tinker Bell in Never Land and when Lex said how tweaked out I was he told Griz to, “Go get my man.” Jay sounded concerned, “Look, I know that will be some freak shit and that ass is gaping, but I don’t think he’s ready yet.” Lex laughed, “That’s the whole point. You can’t rape the willing and folks have been paying the biggest money for the vids that show it hurting and rough and its now or never and he is bringing the biggest Pit Bulls he’s got on his fighting team, so we need to be gracious hosts. How about this, you then get to pack it all back in? We good?” The Wonder Bread truck rocked as my next fuck daddy ambled through the curtains and into the back. Greetings were made, Jay had me hit the pipe some more, and I yelped as large nails scarped a series of tracks down the full length of my back, my ass cheeks and then rammed into my hole. Lex narrated, “Folks, you know we have been working this whore hard, but that’s nothing. Right now, right here, you see the KING – the KING DICK – The KING HAMMER – and he’s going to rape fuck that white pussy until it drips red with his 14 inches – yes you heard me, 14 inches that makes even God jealous. You ready?” Jay kneeled by my head, held my face and said, “Here, open your mouth, this is going to get rocky.” The wad of paper towels had barely got shoved in my mouth when the KING lined himself up and using the 27 loads already in me, rammed his HAMMER into my hole. The chains snapped, my body arched, my world spun and it felt like instead of a hammer he was skewering me with a blade. Tops will scoff and say, “You took 11, 12, well 14 is only a couple inches bigger. I have to tell you, that couple of inches can make a world of difference and create a world of hurt, and most dicks that size don’t get brick hard so there’s some give to them. Not KING – he turned my intestines into a nothing but a pig casing for his giant sausage roll. “Damn look at his face? His eyes are rolled back and he’s drooling like he’s having a fit!” Griz said as he kneeled on the floor by my head. Being the pervert that he was he had locked the front door and him, his tow truck driver, and Jay were all watching KING rape my ass while Lex continued to video tape it. KING kept scratching my back and sides with his long nails as he mounted me and while it took him a few minutes to straighten my insides out so he could long dick it, my wet ass made it worth the wait for him. Once he was balls deep he started praising me like I was the fucking second coming of Christ and right then, I was. I was the one sending him to heaven, and sacrificing myself on his wood. “RAPE THAT ASS KING. YOU SAID WE COULDN’T FIND YOU A PUSSY TO TAKE ALL THAT DARK DICK…WHAT DO YOU SAY NOW NICCA? YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO BALLS DEEP FUCK LIKE THAT? IT’S GRIPPING YOU AIN’T IT…SHIVERING ON THAT DICK…CAUSE IT’S A HUNGRY WHORE PUSSY – SUPER WHORE PUSSY – WHITE QUEEN PUSSY FOR YOU KING…USE THAT NICCA CUM THAT’S UP THERE, FUCK IT DEEPER, THAT’S IT, MAKE THAT WHORE CRY YOUR NAME…MAKE THAT WHORE CRY FOR YOU AND BEG – HEAR THAT KING – BEGGING FOR IT. WHAT YOU GOT KING, TELL THE CAMERA WHAT PACKAGE YOU DELIVERING ON THAT JUMBO 747 WIDE BODIED DICK – FUCKING AIDS NUTT? BLOODY THAT SHIT UP AND CHARGE IT GOOD – FUCKING ANIMAL MAN – FUCKING ANIMAL.” KING was getting close when he screamed at Jay, “HIT ME MAN, FULL CHARGE,” when he asked again Jay shrugged and zapped me, my shock collar pulsing my whole body and sending shocks up into KING’s dick. The freak loved it and went buck wild, and demanded it again. By the time KING started blasting his jet fuel cum into my gut lining I was straining the chains so bad – not to get away – but because I wanted him deeper and to fuck me harder. The rougher he got, the more I needed it. Thankfully he was kind enough to wait until his dick had softened down to a small 9 inches or so before he eased out. KING sighed, scratched me up some more, and let Lex get some close up shots of his covered, slimed dick. While Lex held the camera at the sign Griz laughed, whistled, and said, “Fuck yeah! Dick of death right there. I think that counts for oh, what a good 8 on the chart, but wait. Night’s not over. Stay tuned. – WOOF!” Jay unchained me, handed me a new pipe, and gently wiped the sweat off my face and ran his calloused hands over my body. I expected he would want to get in my ass, but he seemed content just holding me as Lex, Griz and KING talked up front. “Are we going home now?” I asked Jay feeling tired, wired, horned, scorned, used, abused, wanted, and discarded all at the same time. A shake of his head and the packed pipe let me know more was to come so knowing my evil, twisted, Mandingo Masters I hit the clouds hard and by the time we pulled into the lot of Griz’s garage, I was ready to go. More than ready. What ever was in that pipe had me flying high and I was seeing unicorns and Skittles and feeling no pain. There were cars pulling in and guys milling about down to the side and Jay led me in a side door and to a small room. He closed the door, hustled his pants down and slammed inside me. Jay sighed, I moaned, and loved the feel of his hard dick pressing against my guts and pushing all that cum in and out. Griz soon appeared, Jay pulled out with a PLOP and Griz said, “Lift up your arms, you need to put this on.” I looked at what he held and cocked my head – a vest? Griz nodded, “It’s Kevlar. Trust me, you need it.” Once he and Jay had strapped me in he then held up a thick pair of work overalls that had a hole cut in the ass and wiggled his fingers through them. He then had me step into those and zipped it up. Finally he told Jay, “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hit the pipe, time for the show.” When Griz returned, he put a pair of thick gloves on my hands and boots on my feet and then a welders hood over my head, which protected my face, neck, and head. While I could see, it was through layers of grime and dirt. He then jammed three fingers in my ass and rubbed something hot and wet around, and in, my hole. Griz and Jay each took an arm and led me out to an area of the garage. 50-gallon oil drums had been set up in a large circle with metal fencing connecting them. There were men all around the circle – the dog pit - hooting, hollering, flashing cash, smoking, drinking. Griz pushed me into the circle and stood at the gate as I slowly turned. I still didn’t quite know what was happening. I turned back to Griz who had stood aside as the tow truck driver and another guy walked into the circle carrying the fuckbench – or one like it. This was set real low and Griz pointed, so I kneeled on the floor and laid my chest on it. While all the sound was sort of muffled through the welder’s hood, it got suddenly quiet and I turned and had to adjust the hood window with one of my hands so I could see. I started to get up, by the collar shocked me, I dropped back down, my heart racing and my stomach clenched. I needed to run. KING walked into the circle with three GINMORMOUS Pit Bulls on wrist thick chains. He and his pets walked a circle around me and they pulled at the chains as they came near me. I stayed kneeling. The muzzles on their heads did nothing to ease my fear because I could see in their eyes their anger – their hatred – their desire to tear me up. Wait – this was wrong. Why were these dogs walking on two legs sometimes. I shook my head, the pipe high clearly making me see shit. No I was sure, I guess, kind sort of. The ‘dogs’ on his chains were big men, big naked men – not much smaller than KING - with unnaturally long monster dicks swinging back and forth and ball sacks that jutted out farther than normal. They had on Pit Bull rubber masks that covered their heads and neck, large rubber ‘paws’ with long metal claws, on their hands and feet and long rubber tails coming out their asses. Jesus fuck what was this shit? The cheers and yells got louder, KING made another circle and this time with only one dog-man. He stopped in front of me, I looked up, pushed the welder hood back a little, and saw KING smile looking like the devil himself. He casually reached down, unsnapped the chain, and the Pit sprang away from him like he had seen a rabbit. Right – rabbit – fuck that’s me! I tried to spin around, but realized too late what was happening as the first Pit body slammed me against the fuck bench and with practiced ease, knocking the wind out of me. He pinned me under his muscular body, his powerful paws holding me down as his nails tore into the coveralls and found small purchase against the Kevlar vest. I don’t know what Griz had wiped on my hole but the Pit was determined to fuck me. KING walked to my side, I felt his hands shift my legs a little and then HOLY HELL MY ASS WAS ON FIRE! The Pit’s dick jammed into my ass and he started to thrust fuck me like no tomorrow. The crowd roared as the Pit rape fucked me and I could hear howls of laughter and comments like, “FUCK MAN THAT’S GROSS! FUCKED UP – YEAH! KNOT THE BITCH,” and when it felt like he had a knot that really did grow inside me, the Pit ejaculated, and the crowd roared even louder. I was scared, it hurt, but it seemed this Pit was well trained and did his business, slid out, trotted to the side, sat down, lifted his leg and his semi-hard dick and started to lick himself clean. Jay came in the ring, took the hood off, handed me a pipe and as I hit it and breathed the welcomed smoke I could hear Griz pimping me out to the highest freak bidder. Jay grabbed me up, dragged me out of the ring, quickly took me back to the room and said, “Intermission. That was fucking wild and amazing. Jesus. You got me so dam horny, but we just made buck offering your cunt up for a puppy double drop.” With that he stepped out and a guy stepped in with a four legged Pit on a leather leash. The guy unbuttoned his shirt, dropped his pants, and showed me a thick 13 incher. Jesus – where have these guys been hiding? I bent over and said, “No spit, just slam it like the Pit, I need some more Pit juice, you got some for me.” This dude did not have to be asked twice, but surprised me by putting the welder’s hood back on me and barking a few commands as he held me so his little buddy could get a load in first. The guy then used the Pits’ knotty loads as lube so he could add his own to the mix. Several minutes later I was on my back, legs splayed wide, as this big dawg raped me like the bitch I was. Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left me there, shredded, drippy ass that was desperately hungry now. Jay came back in, I quickly smoked some more, he and Griz walked me back to ring as Griz announced, “YA’LL WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SHOT? KEEP THE BETS COMING. CAN THE WHORE TAKE IT ALL AGAIN OR TAP OUT? THAT CUNT WILL BE PREGGO WITH A LITTER OF PUPPIES FOR SURE – THE ONLY QUESTION IS WILL THEY HAVE FOUR LEGS……OR TWO?” The crowd roared, lots of cheers for FOUR FOUR FOUR echoed through the garage. I didn’t need to be told this time as I kneeled, watched KING stroll around the ring with the second masked Pit and before he bent down to unhook the chain I lifted the welder’s hood up a bit and said, “Come on boy, pphht ppphht – who’s a good boy? Want some white pussy?” The dudes loved that I was talking smack to the Pit, yet the dog-man did not share the humor and as soon as he was unleashed ran, lunged, and this time with no help from KING thrust right in and knotted me up. This time as the Pit pulled out after completing his mission, there was no bidding as before Griz could offer me up KING yelled, “MINE!” and I was dragged to the back where the third and largest of his dog/men was waiting. I happily got on my knees and almost buckled from the weight, and probably would have too if KING had not kneeled in front of me, peeled off the hood, and jammed his rebar dick into my mouth. To prevent his pup from scratching my head up, he held the dog’s paws on my shoulder as they both pumped me from each end. Master and man’s best friend, sharing a whore. Bunch of sick, twisted, mother fuckers for sure. The Pit filled my tank, pulled out, and for this fuck, KING flipped me over, and while holding my legs back slobbered at my hole, lapping up the puppy milk that flowed out. He then angled his dick in and pushed hard, spearing my back and making me cry out in pain before my guts straightened out and he went to town. Mid-rape Lex came in and got some close up shots on the camera. As Lex’s video fades to black, the viewers at home they see a shot of me on the garage floor, my legs held up like a freshly skinned rabbit, with KING and his pups surveying their new bitch that they all had just marked. I had been passed along again and what KING wanted, KING got. Now that he had found and broken in a whore who could satisfy him and his puppy pack, he was not letting me go.

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

It depends. It want the loads but I love to get fucked. If the top is not that attractive, I am more focused on his load than the fuck but if there is a stallion in my hole I don't want to let go

I do it mostly for the fuck, to be filled and used. The load follows anyways so..