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Hi Gents, I've just returned from Berlin and I thought I'd share some of my impressions with you. On my first day I've decided to attend the naked party in Lab.Oratory. Having read so much about this place and how wild it can get, I hyped for a wild time, and based on what I've read on this blog, I'd say my experiences were consistent with what other guys have reported. It was quite easy to find the place and when I arrived there was a line queuing up for the entrance, even though there was no visible sign or signage identifying the club. In any event, once inside I was given a bag into which I was expected to store my clothing, and once stripped down, I moved into the bar and play area. I had arrived fairly early so I was the eighth man present, but within half an hour the place was already full. The action started almost immediately on the benches spread around the place where bottoms place themselves ass-up, face-down, waiting to get fucked. The place also offered a glory hole wall, slings and all sort of dark crevices and cubbyholes where those who were somewhat shy could slip for sex - or, for that matter, anyone could use if he didn't favor having sex in front of a standing crowd. The club is great and I would definitely go back next time maybe on a different day of the week. I have to say though I didn't get any bareback sex while there; I got fucked several times by different guys but they've all insisted on safer sex, which was a bit disappointing for me. A lot of sex but not a single load taken. On the second day I decided to take a walk from Schoeneberg to the Boiler, probably the best known gay sauna in Berlin. I was totally impressed with the place the biggest and best kept sauna I've seen travelling around Europe so far. It's on three floors, very clean and well maintained so definitely worthy the 21 Euro entrance fee. Just a word of advice, bring your own thong shoes and, if possible, a spare towel. I didn't have any shoes and I wasn't really comfortable with that. The sauna and cruising area are on the lower floor and most of the action was taking place in the steam bath. The cruising area offers a maze with cabins and glory holes. Again, maybe it wasn't my lucky day but not really a lot of bareback sex. A few times I've started sucking one or another cock through a glory hole, but each time the guy retreated when I pushed my ass onto his cock. In fact I honestly can't say I saw anybody having bare sex there, but anyways it a good place to have some fun aside from the relaxing atmosphere. Third day, a bit discouraged by the previous experiences, I decided to take my chances to the Fickstutenmark in KitKat club. May the 6th was the 100th event in Berlin but there was no special celebration planned. Again I've arrived early, lined up, got in, got my red hood then undressed and waited for the party to begin. I know FSM is primarily a safer sex event, and in fact I've counted 9 or 10 red hoods out of a 95 or 98 mares, so I had quite low and realistic expectations about this evening, I knew most of the actions was going to happen with the white hoods and that was fine for me. Well, I was wrong. I got fucked so much and most of it bare that I cant' wait to go back. I was first approached by a couple of guys who put me down on my knees and started taking turns fucking my mouth till one of them lifted my ass and started pushing inside his bare cock; thanks God he was gentle in the beginning so he took some time to open me up good then passed me around to to the other who kept on fucking, back to the first one and so on so forth till they decided they've had enough and moved to the next mare. I had a few minutes on my own which I spent listening to the moans and grunts of the men around me. Then the next cock was in front of my face, demanding attention. The top put me back on my place on all four and started fucking my bare ass; it felt like heaven. Finishing inside my ass, he withdrew, but I had the presence of mind to turn around quickly so I could swallow his cock, and savor the taste of his cum, which was, at that exact moment, also leaking from my hole. Next came a Spanish, bear type guy who dragged me in a separate area so that he could seat on a chair, legs open while I sucked his cock; strange enough he was not very much interested in fucking my ass but he came in my mouth three times that night so I take it like an appreciation of my sucking skills. Now and then, when I was bent over and exposed sucking his cock, some random guy started fucking me from behind, I guess a couple of them also bred my ass and I kept on fingering my hole to slurp a few drops of freshly deposited cum leaking from my rear hole. I was brought back in the central stage by one of the helpers and waited just a few seconds until another guy pulled me a part, flipped me on my back and dug his cock inside of me. He was wearing a condom this time but it felt so fucking good anyway thanks to all the natural lube I had inside; while was I was on my back another guy started making out with me grabbing my face by the chin and sticking his tongue deep in my mouth, I totally surrendered. I can't tel tell for sue how many loads I had taken by the end of the night, but the feeling of being fucked and seeded by total strangers while blindfolded is something so fulfilling for a cum dump like me that I can't wait to have it again. I understand why this event is so popular in Berlin. Next time I'll try to attend one the events in a different location, Mannheim, perhaps. Till then, WB

irthday Gifts Cast of Characters Paul: 18 (birthday Boy) b. 1999 Sean: 21 (middle brother) b. 1996 Kyle: 24 (oldest Brother) b. 1993 William: 26 (uncle) b. 1991 Charles: 41 (Dad) b.1976 Josie: 41 (Mom, Lesbian), b. 1976 Sally: 43 (mom’s live in girlfriend) b. 1974 Cody: 18 (Diver, BFF, cuddle buddy) b. 1999 Jose: 18 (Soccer player, Boyfriend) b. 1999 Frank: 59 (Grandfather) b. 1957 Assorted other twinks, daddies, persons 18-71 I can’t say I have a really normal family, as many of my friends can confirm we are unique. Let me introduce myself and my family so you can see just how not normal we are. I’m Paul, born when everyone was parting like it’s 1999, throwing caution to the wind in preparation for the millennium. I’m 6’1” and weigh in somewhere around 145, I have deep blue eyes sandy blond hair and a athletic build. I swim and dive competitively and play soccer in the fall. I have two brothers, Sean who just turned 21, a junior in college studying medicine. He is 6’ and carries a 160 pound frame. He also is athletic and played football in high school. Then there's Kyle. He is 24, 6’2 and 160 pounds, has a hot athletic body. In high school he both played basketball and wrestled. Kyle is a grad student at the local university which both he and Sean attend. Then there is William, my uncle, who is more like a big brother than an uncle. My Dad Charles has always encouraged me to bond with his little bro as our ages were so much closer, so Uncle Will, my brothers and I are a close knit family. Even my Grandpa Frank would come around and wrestle with us boys. Now one thing I haven’t mentioned is the Gay Gene - it runs rampant in my family. Grandpa Frank has had a string of lovers, spare “uncles” for us through the years. William was a late baby that he had conceived with Grandma during a night of rambunctious partying in the 90’s. Dad and mom dated in high school to silence the rumors and both really wanted kids, so during their senior year Dad jerked into a cup and Mom inseminated herself with a kitchen implement. I don’t think they ever actually had sex in all the years they had been married. Each went through life with with one or another partner, weaving themselves into the fabric of our lives. Well today is my birthday. I'm sure what my family has planned - if anything at all, but you only turn 18 once, so I think they have something up their sleeves. Today started out as any other Friday: my middle brother awoke me when his alarm went off at 6:00 AM. I was met in the kitchen by my mom and older brother who happened to be home for a change. I think he was dropping off his laundry for mom to handle. I ate a quick protein rich breakfast then headed out to school to see if I could catch Cody at the pool and swim some laps with him before school officially started. Cody was already in the pool when I arrived and smiling his usual big shit eating grin when he generally saw me. We each did 12 laps then rinsed off and dressed for class. Classes seemed boring, and dragged on, it seemed like the clock was going two clicks forward and three back. School only had a month to go till graduation and I was beginning to look forward to being valedictorian this year. My grades were off the charts, even in my AP classes. Sixth period finally arrived and I headed back to the gym and aquatic complex to do my training in the pool. After an hour or so I noticed my middle brother standing on the side of the pool. He told me he had stopped by to pick me up. Now I knew something was in the works. As I finished my last laps my hunky brother came down to the pool and offered me my towel as I exited the pool. He went so far as to actually wrap it around my shoulders and patting my back dry. I began to harden up in my Speedo trunks, as he walked me back to the locker room. As we opened the locker room door and I walked towards my locker he directed my away from my locker and into the team room. Now, the team room was were the various sports teams would come together before a meet or event and get a pep talk from one or all the coaches. As we entered the room, I was greeted by a lot of my jock friends, a couple of the coaching assistants. All were weating athletic gear denoting their sport. I am a huge sports gear nut, so seeing them all wearing the gear and only a jock straps boned me up. Soon I was tenting my swim trunks as the Lycra was not able to confine my monster snake. They all sang happy birthday to me and then Cody and Jose began rubbing on me, paying close attention to my raging cock. My towel soon disappeared, soon followed by Cody slipping my trunks off my legs, having me lay down on the bench. Jose and I had been going out together for a year but we only kissed and cuddled. We never did anything particularly sexual, beyond groping each other, but today, on my 18th birthday, Jose slipped his cock to my lips, moistening them with his precum. Opening my mouth in invitation, Jose slipped the knob into my moist throat, his eight inches sliding down effortlessly. Some would label me a natural cock sucker. As I deep throated Jose, I felt a warm mouth envelope my rock hard cock, which made it even harder - if that was possible. I guessed Cody was sucking my dick, but as I was busy being skull fucked by Jose, I couldn't take the time to confirm as much. In any event, Jose and (I assume) Cody both worked me over for a while. I sensed the other dozen guys had closed ranks. Several of the guys were stroking themselves, a few were massaging a buddy's cock, and still a couple had progressed to rendering head to a teammate. We were having an orgy in the team room. This was wild. Sean had moved up in the crowd and was standing beside Cody who had stopped sucking my raging boner. I lay there, my cock dripping with precum. Without saying a word, Cody lowered himself on my shaft, impaling himself on my nine and a half inch tool. Holy shit. I was fucking my BFF, as, at the same time, I deep throated my boyfriend. Sean dropped down and was working the area between where my cock was penetrating Cody and my virgin hole. The sensation was incredible. As his saliva dripped onto my ass pucker he began fingering it into my hole, sliding his finger in and out, touching a spot that drove me into orbit. Then he withdrew his fingers from my ass, and slid two fingers into Cody's ass, alongside my cock. Naturally Cody groaned in pleasure. Jose pulled his cock from my throat and made me worship the head and top of the shaft while Sean pushed Cody into position so he was laying on my torso. Cody and I began to make out and as we aso tried to service Jose’s rigid shaft. Sean, however, decided then to align his cock with mine, pushing against Cody's puckered rosebud, sliding back and forth until the head stretched out Cody’s hole and popped in. Suddenly Cody was tight again: not only was I was sloshing around in Cody's boy cunt, my brother’s cock was riding next to mine as both of us pumped his tool in and out of the Cody's ass, pistoning in sync and alternate strokes. At that moment Sean leaned down and whispered in Cody’s ear just loud enough for me to hear “Ready for a second dose of my toxic seed boy? It felt great lubing you up earlier with my poisoned cum so you could ride my little brother's hard cock. Now, take my poz cum, you little diver whore.” Sean began pumping seed into Cody’s stretched and sloppy ass. I could feel his cock pulse against mine with each spurt. This pushed me over the edge and I also blew my load into Cody, so he took both of our loads, which filled his ass, each of us blowing until neither could spurt any more cum. Jose, sensing our climax, began shoot his load between our mouths, covering our faces with his spunk. Several other guys also stepped forward, each spraying his load across our bodies. Sean leaned down and licked the cum from Cody’s back and ass. As we pulled out a couple of the guys leaned in and licked the cum from Cody’s gaping hole. One or two even mounted him as he lay against my chest, each pumping his seed into Cody's hot cummy orifice.

For the next 15 or 20 minutes the room was filled with the sounds of leather Daddy's chaps-covered thighs and heavy balls smacking again and again against the sub pig's hairy sweaty ass cheeks as Daddy pounded away at the increasingly accepting formerly virgin hole, along with the deep moans and groans of pleasure/pain and lust and the dirty chem-fueled outbursts alternately begging Daddy to fuck him and thanking Daddy for using his hole, and the incessant "click" of the lighter as even during this initial hard fucking I continued feeding all 3 of us huge hits from the pipe. I had just given Trevor a gigantic shotgun which we traded back and forth a few times then we began noisily making out. My tongue thrusting deep inside Trevor's mouth I could feel the vibrations running throughout his entire body as Daddy banged that hot horny hungry pig hole. When Daddy was as horned up as he was tonight, with the thought of beginning this boi's conversion, transformation and acceptance, I knew he would spew a fucking HUGE load of unmedicated poisoned jizz into the depths of the hole surrounding his dick. And my own thick leaking POZ cock throbbed thinking that THAT huge toxic load of Daddy's would be the very first load ever dumped in this pig's hole - initiating him into the sensual dark pleasures of taking cum, wanting it, needing it, not caring about his fucker's status. I couldn't wait to slide my own unmedicated cock into his willing hole, feeling Daddy's thick load coating the way. I pulled my lips back from the pig's lips and looked into his dark-as-hell eyes. He smiled lustfully at me then suddenly arched his back and moaned loudly as Daddy plunged hard and deep at a new angle hitting more uncharted territory in the neg cherry hole. "OH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Oh gawd, Daddy! I love it! I love it!! Fuck you feel so good Sir! I'm your sub pig boi Daddy! I'm yours to use for your pleasure! Just keep fucking me! Fuck! I can't believe how good it feels!"" "I knew you'd like it boi", Daddy growled deep in his throat as his breath became more ragged. "Your hot hole needed to be fucked to make you a true sub pig. You like Daddy's dick in your ass pig? You like feeling Daddy's cock plow deep into your guts?!" "Yes, fuck YESSSS Daddy! Make me your pig! Plow me! Fuck me!" I blew out a cloud of smoke into Trevor's face and asked lustfully, "Do you want Daddy to breed you, pig? Do you want our hot leather Daddy to cum in you? He's cum in me so many times and the feeling is fucking unbelievable! And with his cum being charged up - with Tina", (smiling at Daddy as I said this), "you'll be higher than fuck! Do you want it?" "HELL YESS!!" the boi screamed out. "Then tell HIM", I said. "Beg him for his cum. Tell him how much you want him to breed you. Begging him for it will make him cum even harder inside you." Trevor locked eyes with Daddy. "PLEASE Daddy! Please cum in me! Breed me and shoot your fucking seed into my guts! Let me feel what my pig brother has felt! Please Daddy, I need you to breed me!" Daddy pushed the sub boi's legs back further as he thrust forward harder and said, "That's all I needed to hear pig. Get ready bitch! Here comes your first ever cumload and it's like nothing you ever hoped for!" And with that Daddy bellowed and slammed one last time into Trevor's bug-bound manhole!

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 :-)

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

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.

1999 I'm a raging liberal and have voted for Democrats in every election I've ever participated in. Maybe it's because I grew up poor or gay... or both. I'm an activist because I hate injustice. I want more equality and fairness in the world. Before you label me some kind of good person (I'm flawed), I have always had a dark side that I usually ignore or deny. After spending a weekend in jail for something stupid I'd done (that's another story for another time), I was suddenly way more interested in reforming the judicial system. It was a harsh process and human beings were treated like shit. I also noticed that there were way more blacks than whites locked up. I wondered how many of the black guys would even be here if they were a different race. It was an awakening. I wanted to be an advocate for prisoner's rights. Or maybe I developed too many crushes on guys while I was there. I didn't want to lose them to the black hole known as the Department of Justice. It seems so naive and overly-idealistic now, but I was determined. I never really found an opportunity to be an advocate, but I did find a website where you could become pen pals with incarcerated men. Well, good. At least I could provide friendship and emotional support to some of these men. Just use Google and you'll find several sites that let you mail letters to prisoners --- not just dumb dudes like me who spent 48 hours behind bars, but men who were serving sentences of 2,3,5,10 years. Even guys on death row. Well, I ended up making connections with a dozen prisoners from all over the country. I was writing pen pal letters every night for weeks. Most of them asked for money orders or gifts and were pretty transparent about it. I weeded those guys out pretty quick because I was not a rich man. But Aaron seemed genuine. He and I wrote about our lives and our dreams and everyday stuff for months. He was a white kid who was in prison about a thousand miles away, He was convicted of armed robbery and assault. He'd burglarized his uncle's house and then beat him up pretty severely. He seemed to really feel bad about it. Maybe I showed my gay cards first or maybe he did, but our letters soon became more "romantic". And then they just got X-rated. He sent me a trace of his hard cock and talked about all the things he wanted to do to me. At the time, I had no sexual experience but had read enough porn that I could come up some sexy things to write. I sent him a card or a letter everyday for months. I even sent money and gifts. He only had a year left on his sentence, and we talked about living together. We fantasized about our first night. It got really erotic. But then he started asking for more and more money and Amazon stuff. I decided I was being scammed. Liberals can be way too trusting st times. I stopped writing him altogether. A few more letters came, but I didn't open any and just put them on my bookshelf behind a clock. I was done fighting for these guys. After a crummy Christmas season, I felt kind of lonely and decided to open the last few letters Aaron had written. He expressed regret for being so needy. "It's not fair to you...especially since you've been so kind. I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. If you stop writing me, I'll lose any trace of hope I have. I get out of here in a few months and I want to be with you. Please write back," The next one: "I have nothing now. You were my one bright spot. I look at your photo every day and night. Write me back in the next week or I'll just move on with my terrible life options." The last one: "You are a motherfucking asshole. How much more honest can I be? You should thank your lucky stars I never got a chance to fuck your sorry ass...because I've got HIV. It would be great if I could ruin your life by just cumming inside of you. I got it from my roommate who was the boss of our block. I wish he could infect you too. We could double up on your butt and make sure you never break another heart. Asshole. I hope you die." Well that was sad, but then why did my cock get hard? I told you I have a dark side. I wasn't supposed to be back at work for three more days....that meant more TV and sitting alone with my dark thoughts. Nothing new except now I was thinking of Aaron again, especially at night. I needed to let it go because he hated me now. I was getting late and I'd had enough of CNN for one night so I turned out the lights and got ready for bed. And then there was a knock at the door. I thought about ignoring it. but it didn't stop. Suddenly I knew it was HIM. He obviously had my address. Aaron! I opened the door and standing there was a pale white guy who was nearly a foot taller than me and close to my age. He was not "cute", but he was hot in a way I couldn't find the words for. He had a giant suitcase with him. "Aaron?" "Hi Kevin. I took a bus here because I had no other options. I'm sorry. I really need a place to stay". "Come in". "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. It's cold out there". "I'm sorry. I don't even know if you read my last letter, but I regret writing it". He drug his suitcase in and I quickly put it in my bedroom. "Get comfortable and warm yourself up a little". "Maybe later. I've grown fond of being outdoors in the free and open. Want to take a little walk with me?" His coat was too thin for this weather, but I agreed -- my heart leaping. I put on my shoes and a coat and off we went for a walk around the block. It was below freezing out here, but he seemed to be in bliss. "So you read my letters? All of them?" "Yeah. I thought you hated me. Was it true about you being HIV positive?" "Yes. But don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. I just had you on my mind". "OK. Are you sick?" "Not yet. This happened to me just two years ago. I guess it's still brewing inside. I'd still like to make love to you, but with a condom". "Let's head back". We got inside and he immediately grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply. Without thinking too hard about it, I opened the fly of his jeans and release his giant boner. It was still cold from the outdoors, but fully hard. "Can we go to your bed?" I didn't even bother to answer -- I just motioned for him to follow me. We got inside and I stripped in record time...mainly because I wanted to watch him undress with no distractions. He unlaced his long tennis shoes (which had seen better days) and slipped his socks off. Once he was naked, my only instinct was to pull him under the covers with me. His cold skin warmed up and we kissed for a long time. Things heated up nicely and I was in heaven. He was on top of me thrusting his long, skinny cock between my thighs. "Shit. I'm about to cum. Let me go get a condom out of my pants". "I tell you what -- you forget about the condom and I'll make you a big breakfast tomorrow morning". "Are you nuts? I'm infected". "Maybe I'm nuts. But that last letter of yours gave me the biggest hard on of my life. You were so mad. Think back to that and take your revenge now". "Give me a second. Oh yeah. You pissed me off so bad". And then he lifted my legs in the air and plunged that spear into me. Damn! Pain! "Now you pay for ignoring me, Bastard!" "Don't stop talking, Aaron". "I'm going to give you all the poison built up in my balls...and you'll have it until you die. You'll waste away, and I'll always know I caused it". I reached around and grabbed his ass. I thought if I touched him there he'd ejaculate quicker, but he was already jerking rapidly...and cumming. I wish I could say I felt him filling my ass, but all I felt was his weight on me and his organ still inside of my ass. He and I were both asleep within minutes. In the morning, I made about twenty pancakes. A deal's a deal. We still live together. He got a job at a convenience store and neither of us have gotten sick so far. So far.

Chatted with a guy from Craigslist last night and agreed to meet him in his hotel room after I got off work. He was just in town overnight and was looking for some head and maybe fuck. I arrived at hotel and emailed him I was there. He gave room number and told me room would be in bed, room would be dark and I was to come in, strip and start sucking his dick. Room was dark, no tv on, just the radio. Could not see anything of him or what he looked like. His uncut dick fit good in my mouth. Sucked him till he was close and I could really taste his precum. He told me to stop and turn around on the bed and face the wall on all 4s. He fingered my hole with spit, shove his dick in and proceeded to pound me deep. He didn't last long, he grunted and went balls deep and pumped a load in my ass. He pulled out and went to bathroom, I dressed as my hole was dripping cum and left. Totally anonymous plus strangers cum in me equals one hot fuck.

My apologies for the first version of this story. If the moderators will kindly indulge me, I'd like to rewrite parts of this and make it better. Thank you. 1997 I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine. My greatest love at that time was routine: I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way. I'll share some wisdom with you now: your rut is a gift. Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life. Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine. The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by. It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous. It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make. On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise. Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud. At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit! I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home. As I parked the car I glanced around the garage. Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy. Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood. A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?" He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. "I think so. The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood." "I see." I tried to read the inflection of his voice. Was this super bad? I couldn't exactly afford a new car now. "Can you take a look at it?" "Let me get my brother," he replied. I hated this. I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows. And then I saw the brother. He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3". He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height. "Hi, I'm Kevin. Can you take a look at my car?" "El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me. That takes time to repair and we close in an hour." "Oh." I could barely believe how much this sucked. I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late. He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what. Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now." I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'. They wore matching blue coveralls. The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag. "I'm Mike. I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers." "Who's the dad?" "Oh, the 'Mendez' in the name of this place is my mom. She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married. She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it's pretty much MY place." That explained a lot. As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home. I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. "We got a waiting room to your right. There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine." I went there. The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand. I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake. I forgot where I was for a second. "The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced. Won't cost you too much. Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it. It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day." "Oh. Well I guess I need the number of a cab then." "Here's an idea. Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food. There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything." No. I wanted to go home. But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. "Okay, great. Thanks. Let's go." "It'll be fine. You'll see. Come on. Do you work tomorrow? I can drop you off." "Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays. I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday." "Then that's that. Let me lock up. Go wait outside with the guys." So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves: Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something. Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times. Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge. Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us. This was their routine, and I respected that. We all turned a corner and headed up a hill. Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight. He wanted to talk privately. "I have another brother. He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games. He resents me because I wouldn't hire him. He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit. All my brothers have records. Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting. They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past. I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time. Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure. Sucks." "God, I'm so boring compared to your family. I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life." "Did you ever model? You're not built, but you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men." El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead. He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us. "You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?" "His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant. I remember the man my mom brought home to make him. Ugliest motherfucker ever. He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all. But I'l probably have to let him go soon. He's sick and has no plans to get himself better. Poor bastard." We were approaching the house. This was my last chance to say something. "I'm gay, Mike." "Like I already didn't know that. We're a very sexual people in this area and can pick up on lots of clues." Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door. The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved. She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels. Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table. She blurted out a few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers. El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her. He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night. He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV. In front of the TV was the guy who I guessed was the unemployable brother. He barely glanced up and looked annoyed at my presence. "Goddamn, guys. You couldn't find a decent woman to bring?" "This is going to be a 'guys only' night, Peter. So shut the fuck up," El said sharply. Mike spread out the pizza boxes and told us all to dig in. I ate a piece in the time it took the others to wolf down as many as three. Well, they worked hard and probably didn't get much time to have lunch. "Movie!" somebody called out. El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn. It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight. Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties. Although it wouldn't have been my choice for a shared movie experience, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive. It was set in a locker room. El fished a huge bottle of tequila out of a cabinet and we passed it around. I could barely get the first swallow down, but the second went down better. the third was great. Except for the stupid video, this was all in all, a very pleasant experience. I took a minute to excuse myself and use the basement bathroom. When I got back, I noticed they had all taken their shoes off and three of them were rubbing their crotches. I played it cool and didn't stare. I was getting a bit of a boner myself, but not because I was in the presence of so many hard dicks belonging to hot men. We had almost polished off the whole bottle of booze when the loser brother piped up and said "So, are we going to fuck him soon? I got plans later." Mike leaned close and whispered "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you're scared, go up to the first bedroom on the left and lock the door. They're all drunk and kind of crazy." And then Mike stood up and spoke to the group. "Ask Kevin if wants to do it with us first". Mike looked right at Peter and added "Ask nicely." "Dude, can I fuck you now. Please?" He stood up and started getting undressed. I had no idea what to think -- so I let my instincts do the thinking for me. I was incredibly aroused. "OK. But I've never been fucked before." That caused some general rumbling and whispers among the brothers. "Get on the floor and on your knees," Peter instructed. I was still fully-clothed, but did as I was told. Peter was completely naked when he walked over to me with his big boner bouncing with every step. "Here we go," I thought to myself. He turned around and said "Eat my ass." What? I'd never ever thought of doing that. Not ever. He was mostly hairless back there. I put my face between his butt cheeks and started putting my tongue on his hole. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would. It was a little sweaty though. He groaned a little and that gave me confidence to really go for it. I kissed his little pucker and then put my tongue as far into the hole as far as I could. "Oh God, yes! The good thing about Mike bringing gay dudes here is that they will always eat ass. Girls never will. Feels so good. Stop now or I'll cum." I pulled away and remained on my knees. He turned back around and put that giant hard dick against my lips with the order "Suck that, fucker." This was harder than just using my lips and tongue. I had to open wide and get as much of his organ into my mouth as I could. He put his hands on my head and urged me on further. I was afraid that he was going to insist that I take it all, but he seemed happy with how far I got. He started thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster. "Oh SHIT! I'm gonna CUM!" He gripped my head even tighter and made one final jab before I felt the warm, thick fluid in my mouth. My first taste of semen. He stayed still and it just kept filling my mouth. I swallowed. "Damn! That was nice. Sorry I didn't get a chance to fuck your virgin ass, but I couldn't hold it in anymore." He got dressed and I wiped my mouth on my shirt. When I looked around, I saw that were all standing around naked, hard and stroking. I thought it was weird that they were enjoying the sight of their brother have sex. I guess this had happened before. Regularly. Mike announced he was next. "Take off your clothes and get back on the floor. Matt, go get one of the pool towels from the closet upstairs." He sat down on the couch and I was just there kneeling before him. Naked. He stretched one leg out and said, "Rub my feet. They ache." I guess this is what we were doing until the towel arrived. I massaged his giant bare foot and he made sounds of pure pleasure, "Suck my toes." That was my first taste of toe. I did it. It wasn't nasty at all....a mixture of soap and maybe some sweaty funk. I did both feet, and about the time I was finishing-up Matt appeared with the towel. What now? "That felt awesome. Women don't do that shit either. Now eat my ass for a little bit." He remained seated on the couch and spread his legs. I was so hard, I was afraid I'd cum right then and there. Moving forward a bit, I approached eating his ass in the same manner I had undertaken when I serviced Peter. However, as I liked Mike more than Peter, I probably put more passion into the service. I should mention Mike's ass crack was abundantly hairier than his brother's. After just a minute or so of being serviced Mike surprised me when he called out "Stop. Stop." I backed away as he stood. For the first time I received a close view of his penis. It was bigger than any of the others'. "Just suck it for a few seconds. I want to save my cum for your insides." I swallowed the head and maybe two inches of the shaft when he stood, spread the towel on the floor and told me to lay on my back. Producing a tube of lotion from somewhere, he smeared a bit on his fat dick head, as well as squirting a big glob on my ass. "Work that in a little. We'll try to make this as easy on you as possible." And then his huge body hovered over mine, blocking out the overhead light. I felt that dick prod my hole. 'Here we go', I thought as he shoved it in. The pain almost killed me. I tried to scream, but only a gasp of air came out of my mouth. Mike was not insensate - his cock lodged in my ass, he remained perfectly still, stroking my legs and lower torso as he cooed "The worst is over. Relax, relax." As much as I tried, I couldn't get used to it, but even as I thought I had reached the end of my endorance, the 'adjustment' was happening, so when Mike's cock resumed fucking my hole, I only whimpered a few times, and my protests were far less intense. An expert in calming bottoms, Mike gently urged "SShh. Sshhh. It'll feel better soon. I promise." And he was right. It started to not be awful and then it started to feel good. I knew I would cum soon and hoped Mike would also. Within minutes he had gone from a gentle fucking motion to a very vigorous assault on my ass. I shot my load right before he did. Inside. He let himself collapse fully on top of my body. He was heavy, but I felt pure bliss. Maybe soreness as well, but mostly happiness. At last it had happened to me. When Mike and I disengaged and got to our feet, I noticed two points, first, there was a big circle of blood in the middle of the towel, and second, of the spectator brothers, only El was still present. Addressing the two of us, Mike said to me "Go to the bathroom and clean up a little, Kevin," as he then turned to El and asked "Where did everybody go?" "They shot their loads while you were fucking him," El replied. Mike announced he was going to shower and go to bed, but before he left he said "You are El's now. Good night and have fun." He picked up the bloody towel and left. I went to the bathroom and used wet toilet paper to wipe up my ass and legs. When I got back, El was standing there with my clothes bunched in his arms. "Let's go up to my room." I followed him up a few floors and couldn't help but notice how bony his body was. His butt was perfect though. I hoped he wanted it eaten too. Once we were under the covers, he started smothering me with kisses. I worried that my mouth had had asses and dicks and cum in it. But he knew that and had seen everything. I kissed him with what I was feeling like was passion. He was really turning me on. "You know why they always make me go last? It's because I have AIDS." I guess I probably already knew that. "We've shared so many people, that I'm pretty sure all of us have the virus -- even the Great Mike. I'm the only one with symptoms so they make me the final guy to fuck. We don't have to, but I sure would like to have sex with you, Kevin." "Yes. I want you to fuck me." I've never been so certain of something. I kissed his entire body, head to toe, giving El the highest level of service I could, after which, as I lay on my back, El crouched between my legs, lifted them up, leaned forward, and entered my hole. It didn't hurt nearly as bad this time around. I really got a chance to enjoy being fucked, and we grunted, groaned and moaned in delight. Then my cock blew its load - for a second time that night, which apparently triggered El's explosion as he muttered "Oh yeah, baby. I'm giving you my seed...right....NOW!" It was the most intense moment of my life. I now understood why it's not a terrible idea to break routine once and a while. We just stayed in that position and kissed for a long time. "Just so you know...your car's already fixed. Mike tricked you, but I'm so glad he did. You're part of the Mendez family. It's in your DNA now." We were falling asleep, but my final thought was that I sure hoped my car would break down again soon.

1997 I was 23 when I graduated college and landed a great job in a Midwestern city. I was young, not bad-looking and optimistic about life in general. I was (and still am) gay, but had no gay friends or any gay experience - which was fine. My greatest love at that time was routine: I loved doing the same thing every day in the same way. I'll share some wisdom with you now: your rut is a gift. Be happy if you're in a rut because that means nothing is disrupting your life. Visits to the dentist, colds, funerals, accidents, and so on take you out of your routine. The downside to this way of life is that you also have to let happy diversions go by. It can be a lonely philosophy because it means politely declining invitations to parties, happy hour gatherings or anything spontaneous. It's a sacrifice I was always willing to make. On this particular day I got out of work at 5:15 PM, as always, and drove home the same route I regularly took, when suddenly my car started to make a weird noise. Panic rose in my chest as the noise got increasingly loud. At that moment I was driving through a heavily-Mexican neighborhood and was near an auto mechanic shop called 'Mendez and Sons', so I pulled in thinking to myself 'Shit! I'll miss the TV reruns I had intended to watch that evening', but first I had to be able to get home. As I parked the car I glanced around the garage. Clearly it had been in business for a few years and it wasn't all that busy. Turning off the engine and noticed a little puff of smoke escaping from under the hood. A guy about my age came out from inside the garage and greeted me asking "You got a problem?" He was Latin, tall, skinny and had ears that were so large, they seemed to protrude comically. "I think so. The engine just started making a banging noise and I just saw some smoke from under the hood." "I see." I tried to read the inflection of his voice. Was this super bad? I couldn't exactly afford a new car now. "Can you take a look at it?" "Let me get my brother," he replied. I hated this. I wanted to be home, ordering Chinese food and watching my shows. And then I saw the brother. He was probably 30 and gorgeous, had a trace of a goatee, light brown skin and was at least 6'3". He did not resemble his younger brother except that the two of them were a similar height. "Hi, I'm Kevin. Can you take a look at my car?" "El told me about your problem and it sounds like an issue with your rings or your carburetor to me. That takes time to repair and we close in an hour." "Oh." I could barely believe how much this sucked. I guess I could call a cab or try to get the car to another garage which was open late. He saw the defeat in my face and suggested "Tell you what. Pull into that first bay and I'll do what I can now." I did and looked around. All the workers were tall, Latin and about the same shade of brown, and they were all young and handsome -- except for big-eared 'El'. They wore matching blue coveralls. The helpful guy with whom I had just spoken approached me, wiping his hands with a rag, and introducing himself and his crew. "I'm Mike. I guess I run the place and all these guys are my little brothers." "Who's the dad?" "Oh, the 'Mendez' n the name is my mom. She owns the shop -- got it from one of the guys she married. She's Mexican and loved marrying and making babies with white guys. I'm the oldest and so it pretty much MY place." That explained a lot. As curious as I was to hear more, I wanted to get out of here and be home. I popped the hood and let Mike get to work. "We got a waiting room to your right. There's a TV, magazines and a pop machine." I went there. The TV was on a Spanish-speaking channel and I didn't bother changing it. I just watched and fell into kind of a trance from the monotony of all the quick talking that I couldn't understand. I must have nodded off because eventually big Mike had to shake me awake. I forgot where I was for a second. "The good news is that it's just a few bad hoses that need replaced. Won't cost you too much. Bad news is that we don't have one of them and had to order it. It might be tomorrow when we get it or the next day." "Oh. Well I guess I need the number of a cab then." "Here's an idea. Come home with us. It's a big house right up the street and Mama always cooks lots of food. There'll be a bed for you to sleep in and everything." No. I wanted to go home. But this was such a nice gesture that I pretty much had to accept the invitation. "Okay, great. Thanks. Let's go." "It'll be fine. You'll see. Come on. Do you work tomorrow? I can drop you off." "Yeah, but nobody is ever there on Fridays. I can take a vacation day and just report it Monday." "Then that's that. Let me lock up. Go wait outside with the guys." So I stood on the sidewalk with the foursome who all introduced themselves: Mark, Matt, Luke and, of course, El, who stood right next to me like we were old buddies or something. Close up, I could see that he'd pierced his giant ear several times. Why he wanted to draw attention to those things was beyond me, but I was a guest and had no right to judge. Mike finished up with his nightly duties and joined us. This was their routine, and I respected that. We all turned a corner and headed up a hill. Mike took me back and told me to retie my shoe or something so the others could move a little ahead in the dying daylight. He wanted to talk privately. "I have another brother. He is a useless human being who spends all his time in the basement playing video games. He resents me because I wouldn't hire him. He has so many felonies for drugs and shit that I can't trust him around tools and shit. All my brothers have records. Assault, DUIs, domestic violence, and shoplifting. They're all good men with bad mistakes in their past. I've been charged with rape twice, but they were just bitches who were mad that I wouldn't fuck them a second time. Charges were dropped, but my name must be on some registry somewhere I'm sure. Sucks." "God, I'm so boring compared to your family. I do nothing and aspire to nothing except to live a normal life." "Did you ever model? You are cute and you've got the kind of hair that could sell shampoo to bald men." El kept turning around and looking at me from a few feet ahead. He seemed to want to hang but with us, but Mike gave him a look to stay ahead of us. "You all have biblical names except for El, What's that about?" "His real name is "Luke", but we call him 'El' because he's got big ears like an elephant. I remember the man my mom brought home to make him. Ugliest motherfucker ever. He didn't last long, but then baby El showed up and he's family after all. But I'l probably have to let him go soon. He's sick and has no plans to get himself better. Poor bastard." We were approaching the house. This was my last chance to say something. "I'm gay, Mike." "Like I already didn't know that. We're very sexual people and can pick up on lots of clues." Then we got up the steps to steps of a pretty impressive house, Mike moved to the front and opened the giant door. The Mom greeted us looking slightly peeved. She was an older Mexican lady with a bright red wig and high heels. Big Mike stopped to talk to her in heated Spanish, but she was pissed and made a motion to a stack of Pizza Hut boxes on the kitchen table. She blurted out few abuses, but they didn't seem to bother any of the brothers. El come up to my side and told me that her date for the night had canceled on her. He put his hand on my back and told me that we were all banished to the basement for the night. He and Mike led me down into the basement, which had been nicely finished with plush carpeting, four big sofas and a huge TV. A bottle of tequila was passed around. And then another one. I skipped my second turn. I wasn't fond of being drunk. I just had no talent for it, but everybody else was getting good and sloshed. Even the stable Mike was drunk. I noticed most of them had stripped down to nothing but underwear. I looked around the room and saw lots of giant bare feet resting on the floor. "Movie!" somebody called out. El took it upon himself to hit the remote and suddenly we were watching a hetero porn. It was kind of old and there were no condoms in sight. Big, beefy dudes fucked little petite beauties. Although it wouldn't have been my choice, it wasn't anything that I would call repulsive. Blow jobs seemed to be the main theme in this flick. All the brothers were naked now and stroking their hard dicks in unison. "Hey, Mike. Get you little friend to blow us." "Let's ask him if he wants to play," Mike replied. Turning to me he quietly suggested if I didn't want to play I should go upstairs and lock myself in his bedroom. "No," I replied, "I'll suck you if you can remember I've never done this before. You might not like it." I started in the corner with who I think was Matt. His dick was big but not giant. I took his head in my mouth and worked up and down on it. He bucked his hips a little and put two big hands on my head and tried to force me to deep-throat him. I did my best, but this was all too new. I had to leave him with a fat, slobbery hard-on. I moved on to what was probably Mark. His dick was bigger and I repeated my performance. My goal was to work them all into a frenzy so they could just jack off to the porn movie. El was next. His dick was so huge. I didn't get so far down his shaft. He gently tried to help me get further, but there was no way I could take it. "Let him eat our asses for a while," somebody suggested. "Eat your own ass, moron," Mike said. He had a huge hard-on and got up to hold me. We were standing there embracing when the other brothers gathered around. It was a group hug with rape overtones. They were all squeezing me and forcing me to the floor again. I had to think. "You don't want this, guys. I have AIDS." "Bullshit", said Mike, adding "I know you're scared, but is that really the story you want to stick with?" "It...It's true." "it's not. But that leaves you with El. He's been poz for over a year." "El, take this little liar up to your room and get to know each other." I followed him up to a nice bedroom and made myself comfortable under the covers. El was already nude and climbed in next to me. I asked him to turn on a lamp so I could look at him as we played. I had decided I loved his big ears, and perversely, that he was hotter than his patriarchal older brother. We made love. LOVE. It hurt and made me bleed, but after we did it again it was so perfect. El laid back on his pillow, exhausted, I took my opportunity to kiss left ear. My car was fixed the next day. Mike was casual as he gave me the bill, which I casually paid, leaving 'Mendez and Sons' forever.

I came to the conclusion that I was addicted while on my knees in the changing room of a shopping centre in north London. Quite innocently I had gone into the menswear section of a well known department store looking for underwear. I preferred briefs to boxers - everything got kind of tangled up unless it was held in tight! Trying not to get too distracted by the photos on the front of the packets of pants I snatched up a trio of white tangas and made to leave quickly before I started to think about sex. It was a failing of mine that once I started it was very difficult to stop until the whole thing had come to its natural conclusion. I didn’t have that much time to waste so I had designs on reaching the cash register as quickly as possible. In my haste I trod on someone’s toes after two steps. I stopped myself from moving and in the process lost balance, reaching out for support. A strong hand grasped my shoulder and steadied my, and I looked up into a dark skinned smiling face. “Sorry!” I said. “That’s OK. Are you alright?” He had an accent, middle-eastern of some kind as were his square features. “I’m fine,” I replied, staring into his deep brown eyes. His white teeth flashed between his cheerful lips and a blushed slightly when I realised I was staring. “Perhaps you can help me. I don’t know what kind of underwear to buy.” His gaze shifted to the packet I was holding. His gaze linger the picture of the smooth young man on the front, all pecs and sun-tan. “Are these comfortable?” “It depends on what you like. What do you normally wear?” He grinned, the whiteness of his teeth showing against the darkness of his skin. He leaned close to me so I could feel his hot breath on my cheek and whispered, “Normally I don’t wear any.” I felt one of his hands brush the front of my crotch and then he was gone, walking towards the changing rooms at the back of the store. My heart was pounding and my hard cock was telling me what I needed to do. I followed him at a discrete distance, watching the dark blue pinstripe suit flit quickly through the rack of clothes. I reached the door of the changing rooms and entered. There were no attendants and I found him at the end of the row of cubicles holding the door open for me. So there I was on my knees in this cramped little place, and I realised I was probably addicted to sex. Love it. Couldn’t get enough. He stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, and I gently kissed the fabric of his trousers, trying to work out the shape of the beast beneath. It felt thick and hot, and I wasted no time in unzipping his fly and groping inside for his dick. He was true to his word, wearing no underwear, and I grasped the shaft bringing it out into the open. For a moment I just looked at it, then up at him, until he said, “Go on boy!” and pushed at the back of my head with one of his hands. It was a mouthful alright, but I knew how to handle it. Working the head at first, I soon had it slippery with my spit, and was slowly building up a rhythm, inching my way down the long shaft. I had to adjust my position twice in order to fit the length of it down my throat, but it was soon there, and I went at it hard, my hands feeling there way up underneath his shirt. His chest was very hairy, and I could feel large hard pecs with huge nipples which I gently pinched. “Ahh…” he said at last, “I am going to cum.” He pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me. “You are a good boy, yes? You like my big dick down your throat?” “Yes,” I answered obediently. “What about here?” His hand was stretching around my back, and down inside the back of my trousers. One of his fingers tapped at the opening of my asshole and I panted with the feel of it. “You like it up the ass don’t you boy.” “Yes. Yes I do.” All the time our eyes were locked on each other, and he started to beat off with his other hand. In seconds he was throwing back his head as jets of cum were hitting me in the forehead and cheeks. After half a minute he was spent, and sat down on the small chair that was provided in the cubicle. “I liked that a lot.” He held my chin in one of his large hands as he cleaned off my face with his handkerchief. I was still kneeling on the floor and looked up at his face as he made me presentable. He must have been about forty, fifteen years older than me, but he was handsome. Dark bushy eyebrows set over piercing eyes, an angled nose and large glistening lips. His square chin was stubbled and I knew he was the kind of guy that really needed to shave twice a day. “I want to meet you again.” It was a statement rather than a question. “My name is Akim.” He thrust a card into my hand as he stood up. “Meet me here tonight. 8pm.” With that he walked out of the cubicle and I got myself together. I didn’t know what to think about the invitation, but there was no way I was going to pass up a chance to have him all over me again. When I got back to my flat my flatmate was out. He had left a message saying he wouldn’t be back until 5pm, and if his boyfriend arrived, please let him in. His boyfriend arrived as I was coming out of the shower, and I reluctantly followed my roommate’s instructions. I didn’t like him, was the long and short of it. He was called Jez and was a skinhead type. I opened the door only wearing a bath-robe and he grinned as he looked me up and down. “Paul’s not in,” I said. “He won’t be back until 5.” “Shit!” he said, but strode on in anyway. He was wearing a white t-shirt and tight blue jeans. I stared at the back of his shaved head as he passed, then down at his arse. The jeans left little to the imagination. Sitting down on the sofa he turned to me. His legs were far apart and he rested his hands near his crotch. “Five o’clock is too long to wait, mate. I am busting to let a load go here.” “Yeah, that’s gonna happen!” I snapped the retort then turned to go into my bedroom. Halfway through the doorway I felt him come up behind me and I turned. He was on me in a flash, grabbing both my wrists, one in each of his powerful hands. “I bet you’ve always wanted to know what this is really like,” he sneered, forcing one of my hands down to his crotch. His cock was straining against the fabric and he pushed my hand over it. My own cock was betraying me and poking its way out of the folds of my robe. He saw it sneered. “You’re one slutty fuckboy aren’t you. You really gonna fuck with your flatmate’s boyfriend?” I didn’t reply as he shoved me hard backwards onto the bed. The fact I found him an unlikable person didn’t see to calm my ardour. My cock was as hard as a post now, and the robe had come open all the way. He stood in front of me looking me over. “Fucking cunt boy,” he said and pulled off his t-shirt. He was a skinny guy but well defined. His skin was very pale, and he had tight pecs with tiny nipples. He grinned at me then and spat into his hand. “Gonna make you all wet up there,” he said and knelt down in front of me. His hand went straight for my tight bud, and I drew my legs up as he pushed two fingers straight in. “Ooooooh shit!” I gasped. I was always tight even though I was so over-sexed. He breathed air passed closed teeth and said “Gonna enjoy popping this cherry. Open up some more, cunt.” His dirty talk was exciting more and I drew my knees higher trying to open up my man-pussy. He waggled his fingers, slowly at first, then more vigorously until I was breathing hard. Then all of a sudden his fingers were gone and I knew I wanted more. He stood again and undid the belt of his jeans. Fishing around in one of his pockets he brought out a bottle of poppers and handed it to me. “Sniff it up, pussy boy. I want you ready for me.” I unscrewed the top and took a large lungful. I felt the hit and watched him pull down the jeans, stepping out of them. He was wearing a white jock-strap which bulged dangerously. Losing control I sat up and passed him the poppers. The pouch was in front of my face and I dove in, sucking him off through the ribbed cotton. “Oh yeah! Good little cocksucker.” With a free hand he began to pull the jock down, and I was faced with his cock. It was long and thin with a bulbous mushroom head. I took the thing as far as it would go into my mouth, making him groan above. Feeling the bottle against my cheek I pulled back, and he pushed me backwards again. I raised my legs like a good cunt-boy, and he wasted no time. I felt the large head of his cock at the now relaxed entrance to my cunt, then he pushed forward with a grunt. “Shiiiiit!” I cried out, but I had no time to think. He pumped my ass hard holding back my legs with his hands. “Yeah, boy. Open up all the way.” It was the relief I needed after cocksucking the dark guy in the changing room. I thought of him as Jez pounded my ring. It seemed he was up for a quick ride as he started to get faster. I worked my own cock with my eyes closed, and the face of the stranger was there, staring down at me. I came with a howl and Jez threw his head back, a grimace on his face. “Yes. Fucked him good. Fucked the cunt boy.” I felt the hot cum gushing inside me, and he pulled out, putting a hand once more to my crack. “That’s mine, cunt, anytime I want.” Without another word he got dressed and went into Paul’s room. I had to shower again before I went out. I arrived at the address Akim had given me at 7.30. An unmarked door was open, and I descended a flight of stairs into a cellar bar. Gloomy stalls surrounded the room, and some were occupied. I walked up to the bar, and ordered a beer from the lanky bartended. He stared at me with a challenging expression and asked “Are you a member?” He had a faint accent that I couldn’t place. I handed him the card that Akim had given me. “I was given this today. I am meeting someone here at eight.” The barman smiled and slowly nodded. “Aaah, I see.” He handed me the beer, knocking the cap of with a fixed opener on the bar top. “This is on the house then.” I thanked him, surprised, and went off in search of a free booth. Finding one in the corner of the place I began to drink, watching the other patrons of the place. They were all men, so I guessed it must be a gay hangout. Most of the guys were sitting on their own, but occasionally one or two of them got up and walked through a doorway near to where I sat. I guessed it was the toilets. Feeling a little exposed I was happy to see Akim walk into the place. The bartended directed him over to my booth, and he smiled at me as he sat down opposite me. “It is good to see you, boy. I am glad you came.” Underneath the table his large hands found my knees. He began to stroke my legs and I began to get hot. “What is this place?” I asked. “Well, it’s a place for men to come to explore their desires. My brother owns it actually.” One of his hands had found my crotch and he played there for a minute. “For example, if you wanted you could see what is was like to be fucked by everyone in this room, right now.” His hands stopped. I looked at him, a little scared. Then he smiled. “Don’t worry. No one here will do anything that you don’t want to do. However, I would love now to get inside your pants.” He stood and motioned for me to follow him. We went through the doorway and into a corridor that was lined with other doors. Each had a lock which displayed either engaged or vacant, and we entered the first vacant one we found. It was a small room with a padded bench and carpet on the floor. Akim stood in front of me with his hands on his hips and said. “Take off your clothes.” I did so without hesitation whilst he just stood and watched. Then I was naked, cock erect. “Turn around,” he said. I did so, and felt him kneel down behind me. “I want this,” he stated, and my cock twitched as I felt his hot breath on my arsehole. The he kissed my buttock gently, and I groaned as he worked his way towards the prize. “I am going to lick your hole,” he said. I felt him pull my cheeks apart, then felt the wetness of his tongue slide up my puckered chute. I gasped with the feel of it, and he became more vigorous as I groaned my pleasure. His licks became deeper and harder, almost chewing on my hole. Stopping for a moment, he panted, “You like that, boy? You want something a bit harder?” Without waiting for an answer I felt him stand. In a few seconds the head of his cock was at my arse, and I pushed out in anticipation. He slid the thing in up to the hilt, and I let out a massive cry of pain and relief. “There you go, boy!” He pulled back and thrust in again, riding my ass like a pro. Deep jabbing movements left my gasping and clutching the edge of the bench. My head was pressed into the leather and I moved my arse in rhythm with his cock. “Oh yes, boy. You are Akim’s arse-boy now.” With my arse spread wide his shaft pounded faster. I felt his large balls banging off my cheeks and his hands held my waist keeping me close. With a massive lunge he jabbed his way father than ever, and I let out a cry as his warm cum filled me up. “Ooooh yesssss!” he hissed and held himself inside as an orgasm left him helpless. Pulling himself out left me empty, but he turned me around immediately and kissed me with force. His hands held my buttocks and I fell into the embrace feeling owned. “Thankyou. That was wonderful.” His semi-erect cock still hung out of his trousers, and I stroked his nipples through the white cotton of his shirt. He reached for my raging hard on and touched it gently. “It’s good that you are still horny. My brother will want to see you now.” I had no idea what Akim meant about his brother, but I followed him anyway. With his warm cum still inside me I dressed quickly as he seemed impatient. Out of the cubicle he turned away from the main bar area and continued along the corridor. There was an elevator at the end and he inserted a key to call the car. The space was small and he stood close to me as he pushed a button on the keypad. “This is a special place, my friend. My brother looks for boys like you – eager and imaginative young men. You could have the time of your life in this place… in his service.” His hands were at my crotch as he spoke and I was as horny as hell. “What do you mean in his service?” “I mean if you agree you will never regret it. My brother will take care of you.” The elevator stopped and the door slid open. Beyond it was a small hallway, richly furnished with antiques. Large panelled doors stood open opposite the elevator, and beyond a large opulent office could be seen. Akim lead me into the office, one hand on my arse. Inside, he stood me in the centre of the room. There were sound coming from another door, then a man entered. He was obviously Akim’s brother, but much older, in his mid-forties. He was very tall, with huge shoulders. He wore a loose fitting silk shirt which showed his large pecs and nipples which poked through the material. He had a large stomach, hard and toned and below the waist he wore baggy silk trousers. Barefoot, he strode confidently into the room and looked me over. “Very nice, Akim. You have a good eye.” He walked around behind me and then returned to my front. “My name is Karim. If you decide, I can make you very happy.” He walked towards me and placed a large hand on the back of my neck. His other hand reached inside my shirt and he squeezed my nipple hard. I groaned in pleasure and he smiled at my reaction. “I am always on the look out for boys like you. If you agree to be in my service I will take care of you.” He pulled me towards his bearded face and kissed me hard. Then, pushing me back he looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you want to be mine, pussy-boy?” I was completely overwhelmed by this man. I couldn’t speak all of a sudden, and instead I nodded my consent. “All you have to do is pass a little test. To see if you are my kind of lad.” “Ok,” I stammered. His hands were now pulling off my shirt, and then they ofund there way inside the back of my trousers. A thick finger pushed at my arsehole and I moaned. “I see Akim has left you nice and wet. I have a guest staying with me. He has a particular taste and I want you to service him for me.” I groaned louder as he worked my arse with his finger. With his other hand he unfastened my trousers and pulled them down. When I was naked in front of him he stepped back and walked towards the bar. He returned with a tall glass of water. “I want you to drink this. It will make you feel great.” Without hesitation I took the galss from him and downed its contents. It was sweet and spicy and made a warm place in my stomach. “My guest is in the next room. I want you to go to him, and do everything that he says.” The drink had made my fingers tingle and my cock was hard as a rock. I felt very horny, and a sweat had broken out on my forehead. I walked towards the door he gestured to, swaying slightly as the drink took full effect. Opening it I passed into a darkened place. A bed was visible in the centre of the room, and a man was lying on top of the covers. “Come here boy,” a deep voice said. As my eyes became accustomed to the light I saw he was a black man, very dark skinned and with long dreadlocks framing his face. I stared at his thick lips as I neared him, wanting to kiss them, wanting them on my own face and body. He sat up as I got to him, and I could see he was heavily muscled with dark hair all over his body. “Sit on this, boy.” I looked down and saw his huge cock pointing up at me. It was glistening with lubricant and I stepped up onto the bed so I could sink down onto that black monster. It was very thick and I had to relax myself as I plunged my ass onto his shaft. The head popped inside like a cork from a bottle and I gasped as the rest of its length filled up my insides. “That’s right. All the way in. I’m going to stand up now.” Somehow he manged to lift me as he rose, his cock still inside me. I was face to face with him, and couldn’t help myself any longer. I kissed him with a passion and he returned my fervour. Resting his hands on my lower back he walked over to the door I had just entered.

That actually is not the case. I might have a very limited relationship with a guy I meet at Steamworks, but if I tell someone I do not want to do something and he goes ahead and does it anyway that is the violation of a moral code.

My ex managed to make me appreciate the butt plugs. Now, I love going to work with cum and a plug in me

PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

I live only a few blocks from one of the saddest, seediest gay bars in the city. It's only four blocks away so I usually walked there with no worries about how plastered I'd get. It was called "Silver's" for whatever reason and the patrons were a mixture of older gentlemen, drug dealers & users, and hustlers. I myself had been mistaken for a hustler because I always arrived by myself, played pinball for hours and never talked to anyone. It didn't help that I dressed like a bum and looked very boyish. Once the regulars knew I always came and left alone, no one ever bothered me again. I don't mean to, but I give off some very anti-soical vibes. If I'd get bored with pinball, I'd usually sit at a table clode to the pool table and watch the game while polishing off bottle after bottle of cheap beer. I would rarely strike up a conversation with anyone because I suck at small talk, flirting and stuff like that. I mostly listened to the men talking. I'm a freelance writer and find all people interesting. The old guys always had great stories, and if I wasn't so shy, I would have sat down on an empty stool next to one of them and asked questions. The dealers were all business and didn't chat with each other. The hustler and users were mostly interghangeable or else they were both. They had great conversations about pure deprivation. I'd watch them go and out to the parking lot multiple times an hour but didn't know if they were using or blowing somebody. Or both. For whatever reason, some silly. little guy decided to befriend me. His name was "Tweety", and he was a tiny, skinny, pesky little fairy who never shut up. He'd chatter on and on like canary while I tried to just ignore him. Eventually, I gave up and would talk with him. It was through my new friendTweety, that I started to meet some of the gang st Silver's and learn their names. We'd bum smokes from each other and buy rounds for the crew of low-lifes that I guess I was now a part of. No big deal. I was a bit more educated and way less experienced than they were, but we were all basically the same. Ome night, the pinball machine was dark and out of order so I just walked up to where Tweety was sitting and we started talking. The regulars filtered in and I couldn't help but notice that three or four of them had oversized bandages on their arms and hands. I assumed it was a drug thing and didn't ask questions. They all seemed flush with cash and bought round after round of shots. I loosened up quite a bit and finally their injuries. They looked at each other with small,secretive smiles but wouldn't answer me directly. It had to be a drug thing. Then Tweety pulled me aside and told me they let this one guy cut them for money. What the fuck? He thought I knew because I had so many cutting scars on my inner arm. He assumed I was in on the whole thing. I stood there, looking blankly at him. My scars were from a depressed period I'd gone through a decade or more earlier. Cutting my arms made me feel better for some bizarre reason. Once he was convinced of my cluelessness, he explained that there was a rich artist living downtown who hired boys to let him cut them a little snd then use the blood in his "work". "has he ever cut you?", I asked. "Only once. My body is too precious and beautiful to be ruined with a damn razor blade," he answered with a dramatic fluttering of his eyelashes. "What's his name?" I wanted to know because it sounded like the kind of twisted story I was always trying to write. "Carlos. I can't remember his last name, but I know it's hard to pronounce. Why? Do you want to make some money?" No No No. "I just want to interview him". "Well, I'll give you his number. I only keep it because he always has good speed". Tweety copied it down on the inside of matchbook for me. I was pretty blasted from all the shots so I headed home. "Be careful", Tweet called out as I weaved toward the door. I think I heard the whole group laugh at me. I stumbled home, fell asleep with my clothes on and dreamed of hospitals. I woke up groggy and slowly started to remember the previous night and the bizarre story of this "Carlos" guy. I stumbled nakedly to where I'd tossed my jeans and found the matchbook. I knew if I had a morning cigarette and a cup of coffee, I'd scare myself out of calling. So I just did it right away. "Hello? Carlos here," an exhausted voice answered, I guess he was a late sleeper too. "I'm sorry to wake you, Sir. My name is Tim and someone named 'Tweety' gave me your number". "Oh". he chuckled smokily, "Him. You need stuff?". "No. He told me about your ... art, and I am very curious to see it and talk with you." "Are you with a newspaper or tv?' "Neither. I just find it interesting and wanted to know more". (silence) "Hello?" "I'm still here.", he finally said, "Write down my address and stop by anytime after 8 o'clock tonight". Tonight? I wasn't expecting to meet this weirdo so soon. It was more my style to put off things until I forgot about them. I wrote the address and wondered if I'd actually go through with it. The day slogged on and on for an eternity before the sun even thought about going down. Around six-thirty, I showered, shaved and got dressed. I wore my new black Levis, my new white sneakers and one of my nicest shirts. Why in the world was I dressing like I was going on a date? I was going to meet some drug dealer "artist" who bled street sluts. Even as I struggled to understand my motives, I sparayed some cologne on. At 7:40 I just couldn't wait any more. Parking downtown is sometimes difficult so I figured just finding a space would eat up some time. I took off and found the place almost right away. What's amazing is that I didn't talk myself out of it. I looked up at the building. These were nice lofts that not many people could afford. I buzzed him at the doorway and waiting for an agonizing two minutes before he answered. and let me in. The interior was very elegant but also ghostly. I rode the elevator to the sixth floor. As I got out, two young guys entered. They both had bandaged arms and were whispering excitedly to each other. They didn't even notice me. I walked to his door and knocked. "It's open." a voice answered. "Come on in". Huh? What kind of rich drug dealer leaves his door unlocked? I walked in. The place was as big as a bus station with really high ceilings. It smelled strongly of paint thinner and there was giant sheets pf clear plastic on the hardwwood floor. Paint cans, canvasses, brushes and other assorted art crap were everywhere. What struck me first was that I assumed artists used oil paints in tubes, but these were cans of hardware store-type stuff that you'd paint your garage with. The second thing I noticed was how ugly the colors were...assorted shades of browns, greys and sickly yellows. It was like Easter in Hell. And it was all lit up brightly. Then I saw him in a far corner. It had to him. He was tall and exotic looking. He was not wearing anytthing but some way-short cutoff jean shorts. He was skinny. bearded. hairy and haad tiny spots of paint all over him. I didn't get a good look at his face because he was kneeling down next to some kid who appeared to be sobbing. He was speaking in a low, comforting tone. The young dude finally collected himself and sniffed all his way to the door with his shoelaces undone. He didn't see me but I noticed his arm left arm was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Busy night I guess. He padded barefoot all the way to me with a walk that made me think of a stage magician. Dramatic. He stood about a foot away and sized me up. "Hi. Are you Carlos? I'm Tim". I reached out to shake his hand and his expression changed. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "Um. No. I haven't." He quickly grabbed my arm in his big, bony hands and exposed the underside of my right wrist. "So where'd you get these?" He was referring to all my old scars from yesteryear. "Oh. Those...those are pretty old." He tilted his head a bit and I described who I was and reminded him that I'd called him this morning. "Ah yes", he said with a smile, "Come have a seat. But take your shoes and socks off first. If you're barefoot, you can feel when you walk in paint. With shoes on, you could track paint everywhere and not know it". Made sense. I did as instructed and followed through his cavernous front room to a couple of really nice easy chairs. "Watch where you step...and don't trip." I sat down but he remained standing. "I'm sure I have paint on my shorts so I can't sit down." he said. He looked at me for a bit and then added "Oh Hell with it. I've had a long day and my legs ache". He stepped out of his jean shorts distractedly and settled into the other chair with an audible sigh of comfort. He was completely naked. And maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like him it took him a second too long to strip because I got a good long look at his hairy ass and oversized dick. Shit. I needed to collect myself. "Tell me about your artwork", i said quickly. "Walk over to that wall", he said while gesturing towards the space near where'd I walked in. There was a row of fresh, glistening canvasses. And they were fucking ugly. Hoe was this guy rich? I looked closer at the first one and still found it hideous, but also intriguing somehow. I looked closer and suddenly he was directly in my ear. "What's the verdict, Mr. Curious?" I couldn't really answer. I also couldn't turn around because he was naked. I'm so glad I hadn't drank anything because I felt the need to be in control now. "Tell me about your process", I finally said. "why don't I show you my process". Oh. Okay. He was still naked as I followed him over to another corner. He was still naked and I walked on paint. Control. I needed to maintain some. There was a wooden stool in between a blank canvass on an easel and a small refridgerator. "Please sit." He rummaged in the fridge for a few seconds and then closed the door without taking anything out. "I'll be right back, Mr. Curious. Stay put." I of course watched his bony naked frame walk all the way across the room before disappearing through a dark doorway. He came back with a lighter and a glass pipe in his hand. I knew enough about stuff to know this was meth or crack or speed. "Hope you don't mind. I need to wake up." I watched, fascinated. "I'm out of special paint somehow." He lamented. With an arched eyebrow he asked me if I'd like to volunteer a tiny amount of blood. Hell NO. I had to get out of there. He shrugged. "I promise you're safe here. You won't be harmed." Well. "I'll give you five hundred bucks". Well! I sat silently as he picked up a little orangle box and opened it and produced a new, factory-sealed razor blade. He deliberately unsheathed in front of me and let me see it was completely new and flawless. "You can make the cut yourself. I usually like to do it, but we both already know you're experienced." Quick as a flash, his arm came around and he injected a syringe into my rib cage. Fucking what??? "Don't worry. It was just a litttle something to keep the cut from clotting too fast. And slso some....caffeine to give you energy". This was the point we all reach sometimes, and just let things happen without caring anymore. I could feel the caffeine working its way to my heart. Suddenly this all seemed okay. "How big? How deep?", I asked in a calm voice. "Very small. And just deep enough to get a good bleed going." I finally looked him in the face and noticed how handsome he was and how black his hair was. 'Dark Jesus' is what I heard in my head. He handed me the new razor very delicately and i pinched it between my two fingers. It was all so familiar. In my mind, I was back in the bathroom of my parents' house, sitting on the edge of the tub. I studied the underside o0f my arm and saw that same blue vein I'd hacked at as a kid. Too quickly and carelessly, I made a cut right on top of Old Blue. It was larger and deeper than I'd intended. I was gushing. "Strip!", he commanded, "You'll ruin your clothes". And I did just that. I stood up and let the wide rivulet of bright red blood flow out of me. It felt good. It felt like old times. The caffeine he'd given me was making me feel happy and excited. I volunteered to do it again, "Slow down Hot Rod", he admonished as he tried to capture my dripping blood in a tiny jar. I felt the blade drop out of my hand because my fingers were getting cold and weak. I stumbled a little, and he helped me settle on the wooden stool. I was grinning like a monkey as I heard my fresh blood spattering noisily on the plastic below me. It was loud. Did I really cut that much? I didn't mean to. I hoped he wasn't mad. It was suddenly important to me that I please him. He told me to hold the wounded arm above my head if I could. Sure. "You fucking better not pass out on me", he warned. "I won't," I promised as tiny streams of blood dripped down my neck, back and chest. "You've really got very vibrant red material in that arm". He showed the full jar he'd collected. I wobbled a tiny bit and grinned dreamily at him. "But I want to try the other arm -- just to see if it's a little more interesting than the other one." Well, that made perfect sense. He moved a standing lamp closer so he could see the non-bleeding arm I was holding out. He grabbed a blade that was already on his work tablebefore I had a chance to tell him I'd dropped the fresh one. Under the bright light he studied my network of veins. As I looked down I noticed his long bare feet below which were covered with blood and paint. Actually, the whole floor was flooded with red. Not my mess to worry about. "What did you say?" he asked as he looked at me tenderly. I hadn't realized I'd said anything out loud. For whatever reason I said "I love you". He didn't respond. Just made a fast, fresh gash on the untouched arm. He couldn't be mad at me now because his cut was even more severe than the one I'd made. The dam had burst and my blood was going everywhere. I felt so dizzy. I said domrthing about needing to lie down. Where were those comfy chairs? I could face them together and sleep on the cushions. I neede to get to them before I passed out. I'd better hurry. I stepped a liitle too quickly because the bloody, paint-soaked plastic cause me to slip and fall on my back. Ahh. This was as good as a chair. I almost drifted off. I almost didn't notice Carlos lower himself on top of me. I wanted this. I'm pretty sure he gave ne another needle to my ribs and say something about a substance that would control the bleeding. I guess it wasn't working fast enough for him because he kept muttering "shit shit shit". He straddled my chest with his long legs and was smoking that pipe again. I asked to try it and he held to my lips and flicked the lighter as I inhaled the fires of Hell. Now I was starting to come alive again. It made me so happy to see him inhale more as well because I wanted him to be happy. I started to try and ask him if he was feeling good, but he was lifting my bare legs in the air and positioning his long hairy prick up against my hole. Nice. That felt right. For a brief second I remeber he had some paint on the pointy head of his dick and that worried me more than anything. A strange dick with no condom was inside me but I was more worried about paint in my bloodstream. Not too worried -- just a little worried. He bucked those slim hips in and out of me as we slid all over the wet plastic. It was almost comical....like a 'Tom and Jerry' cartoon or something. But then he came audibly...and emptied his seed inside of my ass. Was I still bleeding? Was I dying? Both? I wandered some other things when Carlos covered me with a few layers of unstretched canvas. It was a little scratchy but warm. I drifted into dreams of colors and art. Would I wake up alive? Probably.

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I chased as well, but not till 40,really dont care any more what happens to me

Nice re-writes, Toon. Good job.

Sure. If you want to post a new version, that is fine.

This is why I love dark rooms. I get to take anonymous loads and suck cocks of guys not knowing at all what they look like (and not caring). Something about a man just slamming his cock in your ass and you're just waiting for him to shoot his load so you can get the next top in you.

There is a case in Australia that has gone all the way to the High Court (equal to the US Supreme Court). Two guys who I will call A and B (the court didn't disclose names). A was the top and B the bottom. A is positive, knew it and wasn't on medication. His doctor had told him that any sex he had need to be safe sex. B, was negative and was testing frequently. They had safe sex on quite a few occasions and eventually A convinced B that he too was negative and started fucking B raw. B contracted hiv and also a slew of other medical complications, following his infection. A was charged with causing grievous bodily harm and was found guilty and sentenced to 6 years jail.. he appealed to the court of appeal and lost.. then to the High Court and has lost again... Just be aware of your actions....

I think that no one is ugly. Sure there are loads of hot guys out there but most, like me are average. To me, hot is the way a guy approaches you and then seduces and finally takes you as his and breeds you or gets bred by you with passionate abandon.

Years ago in a gay movie theater here in Philadelphia I crossed paths with a stunningly handsome wheel chair bound man. He had amazing upper body strength, and could readily swing himself from his wheel chair to the theater seating. He was also exceptionally good at giving head, so on one or two occasions he blew me, after which I was happy to return the favor.

Has the makings of a good family friendly story.

Sometimes there's nothing hotter than a top who's unattractive or you're not interested in fucking and determined to breed you and leave you cum-filled. There's something dominant about it, you're just the receptacle for his jizz and nothing more.

Buddy and I went up to Chicago on Friday and Saturday this past weekend. Friday afternoon I sucked off a lawyer in my hotel room...he came over from his office down the block. That evening my buddy and I went to Steamworks and split off to go have some fun. I slid into about 3-4 asses that were either ass up face down in their rooms or on a fuckbench or the hot one that came into my room and serviced me. Two of them already had loads inside and I happily felched them for a few before I slid in. Only bred a couple of them, though. Left around midnight due to being tired, which was unfortunate since some hot guys were starting to show up. Next time I'll have to take an afternoon nap so I can go later into the night ;-)

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.

By: Never_full http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Bb-breeding-19-yo-hookup-painted-his-tanline-frm-Inside-30673491 Bb breeding 19 yo hookup painted his tanline frm Inside Ditched my bf for cheating on me and went on vacation. Craved some ass tighter than my ex.... so I found this HOT tight bodied 19yo foreign exchange dude on grinder "i only do safe" (lol let's see...) he wanted to come over... I put a rubber on the table but he didn't want it once he got there - and I put him facedown on the pillow. I ploughed his hole for an hour and hit his tan line from inside Comment, rate, lemme know if you got off to this vid aye I looove reading these comments

A couple of weeks ago I was in Chicago for a few days. I was staying at a very nice, older hotel right on Michigan Avenue's Miracle Mile. I finished early for the day and was back in my room shortly after noon. I was horny for some dick. I posted on Craigslist that I was hosting in my room. I stated the general location of the hotel. And stated that I especially loved BBC. It didn't take long before I got a reply from a black guy with a bbc, just like I was looking for. We chatted back and forth for a few emails. He said he didn't have any pics of his dick. But gave his stats as 40 years old. 6'6", black, muscular, and he was a married guy. He said he had 11"s of cut cock. He told me that he's str8. But liked to get sucked by guys. And he really loved to get his ass rimmed. He said he rarely fucked guys. But if he got horny enough, he might fuck me. Then he told me that he was just getting ready to drive his wife and daughters to the shops across the street from my hotel. After they had lunch, he could leave them for awhile while they shopped at Bloomingdales and some of the other shops for Christmas. And he'd like to come across the street for me to suck and rim him. I was disappointed he didn't send any pics. But if his stats were honest, he sounded HOT. So, I gave him my cell number and asked him to call me when they were through with lunch. I'd then give him my room number and be ready for him. While I waited for him, I douched myself really clean. And took a shower. Sure enough, about an hour and a half later, my cell rang. It was him. He said he'd just left his wife and daughters and was heading out of the mall onto Michigan Ave. As I gave him my room number, I walked to my window, which looked out onto Michigan Ave. I peered down to where the mall doors were. And walking away from them I could make out a very tall black man in a tan overcoat walking towards the corner crosswalk. It was difficult to see too much from my distance. But I was impressed by his large size. If that was indeed him? I could see him crossing the street in my direction, then lost sight of him as he got to my side of the street. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to see a very tall, very handsome, very muscular black man in a tan, wool overcoat standing in front of me. My heart nearly skipped a beat or two when I saw not only his handsome face, but his muscular frame. I invited him in. He told me he was nervous. He'd only done this a few times before. But that he'd been so horny lately. His wife had been so busy with all the Christmas preparations, that he hadn't gotten off in over a week. He really needed a blow job. I told him to get comfortable as I began to undress. He quickly shed his clothes. His clothes all had that expensive, executive look to them. Tan, wool overcoat. Dark grey wool slacks. Beautiful, expensive looking shoes. A gorgeous watch that looked like a Rolex. And a wedding ring that was a simple silver band, with small diamonds all the way around it in the center. As he shed his clothes, he was showing off one of the most incredible bodies I've ever seen. He had Billy Dee Williams good looks. The height of a NBA basketball player. And the muscular build of an NFL quarterback. He stripped completely, then laid on the bed, with several of the pillows propped behind him. So he could watch me servicing his cock. I climbed between his muscular thighs and took is flaccid cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for it to begin to grow in my mouth. In about 2 minutes, he had a full, rock hard cock filling my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft. Then sucked both of his balls. Then he turned himself over and got himself on his hands and knees. His ass in my face. I spread his hard, muscular ass cheeks and licked his beautiful, puckered hole. I spread his hole with my fingers and licked the soft, pink insides of his asshole. He was loving it and squirming on my face. I ate and worshipped his ass for about 5 minutes. Pausing momentarily a few times to sniff some poppers. Finally, he flipped back over onto his back and told me to suck him again. I again went back to sucking on his gorgeous cock. His 11" description was on the conservative side. He could have easily had well over 12". And super thick. I came up for air and said, "I want your dick in my ass". He laughed and said, "You think you can handle it? A lot of guys want me to fuck them. But few can actually take it". "I don't know if I can actually take it, either? But I sure want to try." He laughed again. "I don't fuck with condoms, though. Condoms make me go soft. Are you alright with taking it bare?" Not wanting to appear tooooo anxious, I said, "Yeah. That's cool". But in reality, I wanted to shout out...."FUCK YEAH..!!! FUCK ME BARE WITH THE BBC OF YOURS!!!" While I normally just like using spit as lube, I knew I was going to need a lot of slick lube to be able to accommodate his BBC. I reached for the lube I had on the nightstand. I lubed up my own hole. Then squeezed some on his cock. Lubing it up, so it was really slick. Then I gave my ass one extra finger full of lube, just to make sure. "How do you want to fuck me", I asked? "Sit on me", he said. With him laying on his back, I straddled him. Putting his bbc up to my hole. I knew I was going to need some poppers in order to take him. I took a few, deep sniffs of poppers. Then started to lower myself onto his big, black and thick cock. I got part way down onto it and had to hold it there to adjust to the size of it. And to take some more sniffs of poppers. Thankfully, I had a fresh bottle that gave me a good rush. I continued to lower my ass down onto his cock, till I could feel his bushy pubes against my ass cheeks. I held his cock there for a few moments to adjust. Then began to rock back and forth on it. He reached up and pinched my nipples. Well,,,,,,,,,my nipples are hard wired. That's all it took for me to start to bounce up and down on his cock. My ass had adjusted to his girth and length. And I was enjoying the feel of his cock filling my ass. I rode him like that for 4 or 5 minutes. Then he pushed me off him and told me to kneel on the edge of the bed. I did as he told me as he climbed off the bed and stood behind me. He put his cock back up to my asshole and pushed back inside me. "Ahhhhhh.........fuck...!!!!", I groaned. He slid even deeper into me. It hurt just a bit, but I took another couple of sniffs of poppers to loosen up. "Let me try those", he said. I reached back to hand him the bottle of Amsterdam Poppers. He took a couple of sniffs. Put the cap back on and tossed the bottle onto the mattress next to my head. I took another sniff and settled in to take a deep pounding from this monster cock. He slapped my ass as he was fucking me. "You like my big black cock in your white pussy", he asked? "Fuck, Yeah", I growled. "You're gonna' take it like a bitch, faggot". This handsome, educated, wealthy businessman was turning into a fowl mouthed, horny, fag fucker as he pounded my ass. It was a huge turn on to hear him degrading me as he fucked my white hole. "Yeah, your white pussy feels good, baby. Not many white faggots can take this dick of mine". "Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me", I grunted as he pounded my ass with his big black dick. He'd slap my ass hard. It would sting a bit. But felt good at the same time. Each time he'd thrust into me, I could hear him grunt, under his breath the words "faggot, whore, pussy, cunt, queer, cocksucker, slut". His thrusts were getting harder and deeper with each thrust. His body was slamming into me so hard, that the bedframe was slamming against the wall. And his body was making a slapping sound as it rammed against me. "Take my load, you fuckin' faggot" and he thrust into me hard and deep. I squeezed my ass on him as his body shook in orgasm. He grabbed my shoulders and held himself deep inside me as he continued to shake in orgasm. A loud, muffled growl was coming from him as I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles. A few more quick thrusts, then he pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress, next to me. I rolled and collapsed alongside him. I snuggled up to him as we both laid there, catching our breaths. I stroked his muscular chest and played with his erect nipples as spooned him. I would have loved for that to have gone on for a long time. But he got up and asked if he could shower? "Of course", I said. This giant piece of masculinity climbed off my bed. His big, monster cock, now soft and swinging between his legs, moved to the bathroom and I heard the water start to run in the shower. I dressed and sat in a chair, waiting for him to return. He came back into the room as he was drying his beautiful black body with the white hotel towel. I watched and admired his perfect body as he dressed in silence. A simple "Thanks" was all he said as he walked to the door. Unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway. I walked to my window. About 4 minutes later I saw him crossing Michigan Avenue. His cell phone pressed to his ear. No doubt, calling his wife, so he could meet up again with his wife and daughters. They'd have no idea that as they were picking out his Christmas gifts, he was across the street, pounding the ass of a white faggot, who would keep his cum warm in my hole for the next 5 hours. Before it finally had to make it's exit out of my ass. When I finally did expel his cum from my hole. I must have had 3 table spoons or more of cum drop into the toilet bowl the first time. Then a few minutes later I had to go back to the toilet to expel another couple of table spoons full of cum. My ass was too sore the rest of that day to take anymore dick. But the good pain I felt in my ass the rest of the day, was just a nice reminder of the huge dick that had fucked and filled me that afternoon. Damn! No wonder I love big black cocks.

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..

HIV is no longer a death sentence, just a life sentence. If you truly want to embrace the bareback lifestyle, by all means, open your heart, your mind and your hole. Living an honest life and being true to yourself is the best thing you can do. Ultimately, the decision is yours.

Hit up Slammer LA after work and had a pretty good time. Gave my load to one of my favorite bottoms I don't see that often had a few loads in his ass already and it felt so good. He even rimmed my ass and fucked me for a bit too. Next I got a load from an older guy with a big dick really opened me up and gave me his load while fucking me doggie. Really wore me out and I was about to leave, but then this hot Latino guy said he saw my ad on BBRT and wanted to breed me. So got it in the sling and took his nice thick uncut cock and got his load too!

First will say fiction may be based on real story. Ok well it all started one afternoon in May the weather was hot as hell and I had finally completed a very long stretch of 7 day straight work weeks and was relieved that my vacation had finally arrived , I was going to be off for 2 weeks plus I was using my 4 personal days and 2 sick days to add to vacation so I had 3 weeks off and my girlfriend and I decided to kick it off with a party and she invite some of her bitchy stuck up girlfriends and I invite a few of my buddies and I knew she had plans to play match maker again , my buddies were a few dudes that I skateboard with , everything is skateboard and video games , so a chance to hang with some girls got them to come over right away. The party started off fine and one of my buds called on his way over and asked if I was off for 3 weeks that I should let him bring over some party favors and we all get twisted crazy high , I wasn't sure what he had in mind but Hell I was on vacation and I was up for experimenting with what ever he brought . My bud showed up and hit it off right away with one of the girls and they passed around little purple pills with a cartoon on them and we all took one and hung out on the back patio and swam in the pool and about 30 mins later we all began to feel the pill and it was amazing my bud said we were rolling our ass off . every one became very friendly except for my girlfriend I was talking with one of her girls and must of got lost in the conversation talking for a long time and my girlfriend got extremely pissed off and said that I was flirting. and she threw a huge fit and yelled and made a very load scene and told everyone they had to get the fuck out and told me she was sick of me anyway and wanted me to pack my things and move out of the house. The house belonged to her and I had only lived with her for a few weeks so I mostly had only some clothes and my skateboard gear and a t.v and a bed that I kept in spare room and used on the nights that she was not in the mood which was like all the time. So one of my skater buds said he had a couple of dudes he knew that lived together and needed a room mate, but that they were very alternative and they loved to get high and party a lot . But I didn't have really any options I needed a place immediately and Hell I was fucking extremely high from what my bud brought over so couldn't really be against dudes partying or being alternative I guess . So he called them and they said they were home all weekend and to come over . They were hanging out partying and listening to music and surfing on their computers , and the spare room was clean and empty and ready if I wanted to bring my stuff over. I asked my bud what they wanted me to bring them for a deposit or first months rent and they said fuck that just come over and hang out and party with them and if I liked the place and they think I am what they are looking for then we could work something out . I loaded my stuff in my buds truck which took like only 30 mins and we headed over , So on the way I was so fucking high and almost forgot to ask what my bud meant by they were alternative and also what were they looking for in a room mate ? And he told me that they were both alternative lifestyle dudes meaning that they we both openly gay and they were looking for a young college or punk type that was straight and good looking ,, I said I really was unsure about moving in with 2 gay dudes and why were they looking for a straight roommate , forgetting about the good looking part , and my friend said they must want a straight room mate so they don't have any competition from a room mate when they hang out or have parties and that they probably will get a kick out of showing me off to their friends and make them jealous . I that must be the good looking part ,they want to have their friends think that they have a straight dude that is cool hanging with them and that maybe behind closed doors there might be some messing around going on that nobody knows . I thought well Fuck it , I am straight and I like girls and I don't care what color someone is or if they are gay or straight or bi or what ever , My school had all types of dudes and I was friends with many of them and comfortable around any of them .And if they think I look hot when they meet me and they will have fun messing with their friends making them jealous and wonder what's going on then that's cool with me. I really need a place and if everyone thinks I'm hot then hell it might make me feel really good about myself and I will enjoy the attention as I hang out with them and I know that a lot of them have straight female friends that they call { fag hags } and I will have no completion either. So we get to the house and it is a very large almost mansion size home and all the houses are spread way apart with lots of property and trees between them , So we get to the door and someone yells in a very load and girly voice to just come in it open , and they are in the back living room , the house looked like it was filled with many rooms that were big enough to be a living room ,when we got to the back room both guys were hanging out on big sofas playing on their laptops and loud music that sounded really cool coming from speakers in the walls. But their was a huge 80 inch screen t.v playing and I thought it was some kind of video with the music , but as we sat down and said hello and waited for them to look up and respond and chat with us , when I looked back at the screen I realized it was like some kind of model show or maybe soft porn , because they were all guys naked but dancing and flexing their muscles and rubbing eachother but not having sex . I might have been nervous any other time but I was still so fucking high that I didn't care. then they finally stopped typing on their laptops and looked up and said OHHH FUCK to my bud ,that he didn't tell them that I was fucking HOT , and the other guys said he loved my outfit and that skater dudes are his ultimate fantasy and that normally everyone takes off their shoes when they are in the house but in my case they make an exception , I can keep my high top converse on anytime and put them on the furniture or rest them in his lap while we sit together on the couch watching Porn then he laughed and said opps I mean t.v . then the other guy said did I like the house and I said hell ya and he said lets go out and get your things and put them in my room opps he laughed again I mean in your new room. So I agreed and that was it I was going to be the new roommate , and we got my stuff and then sat back down and they passed me a pipe and said smoke on this for a while and tell them if I like it , it was some really good but strong stuff . and I didn't know what it was but I took it any way and began puffing away and suddenly I was feeling very very good and I asked what was it that I was smoking and he laughed and said wow you are going to be a lot of fun , and for me to just keep smoking away on it and don't worry what its called and it just another drug like any other , so hell if felt amazing like nothing I have ever felt so I couldn't help it I just kept smoking it and he came over and filled it back up really full and said just hold on to it and smoke away they had 2 other pipes on the table and that one was now mine . My bud said that he was glad that I liked the place and that he would stay but the girl from the party was texting him to come back over that they were back at my now x girl friends place , So I said it was all cool and he should go have fun and I was glad that she kicked me out , she was a nasty bitch to me all the time and she never wanted to fool around , she always had an excuse why we couldn't make out or have sex .. and my bud got up and walked out the door and said he'd call me later ,, then the other guy got up from his laptop and came over and sat next to me and said so why don't you tell me all about it , tell me how that nasty bitch treated you and how you had to put up with her being selfish and mean teasing you and holding out on sex , , then he said I wont bite but I'm serious why don't you put your legs up on the couch , leave your converse on and rest them on my legs . while you tell me how she didn't have sex with you and had to get hard and go without and did my balls get really full and hurt because I had no one to relieve them .So I put my legs up and rested my converse on his legs , he then grabbed my converse and pulled them into his lap and pushed them into his crotch he then said that he went to school to do massage and he started rubbing my legs and as I continued to tell him about my awful girlfriend the other dude got up and came over and sat on my other side and asked how I was feeling and I said I was feeling so incredibly high and I don't think I ever felt so high before but it felt so good and I loved how it felt . then I realized the other guy was rubbing my back and the other guy had one hand rubbing my leg and the other hand had ahold of my converse and was moving them around on his crotch but maybe he was just adjusting them to get comfortable , even though I could swear that I could feel something hard in his lap when it rubbed against my ankle . The other guy then began to take off my shirt, and said that its summer time and I need to relax and be comfortable . and I was feeling really high from smoking and just then he put the pipe back in my mouth and said smoke so I did and I was feeling great ,but also I was also feeling kinda dizzy but not in a bed way , almost kinda like I was high and drunk and stoned all at the same time . and he handed me my drink and said to have some more , and I didn't remember having a drink but I was high so I must have forgot , and I continued to tell them all about the hell I went through and was getting all my stress out telling them while they smoothed it away rubbing me all over . I looked over at the big screen t.v and it was no longer the soft video that was playing , I was a guy sitting back in a chair and someone down between his legs working on his cock I think I couldn't tell because I looked away so as not to be caught watching it if it was a gay porn , but then the one guy commented on the video and I naturally looked again and it was a guy in a chair but he was tied down to the chair and the other person was also a guy and he had ahold of the dudes cock and was sucking and pumping it with his hand , while the guy in the chair struggled and moved trying to free himself the other dude just kept on working his cock and ignored his bound hostage . I then noticed that both guys were now rubbing my body all over and that my shorts were completely off and I was wearing only my boxer briefs , and realized that the other dudes were down to their underwear also , but they were actually jock straps , and again the guy was rubbing my converse against his crotch, but was definitely his bulge , I looked again at the t.v and saw that the dude working his cock was standing up beside the other dude and he was forcing him to take a shot of something , then he gave him another shot of something but this time it was on his cock , and the guy in the chair began to cough and he stopped struggling, and his cock was fucking super hard like it had been pumped up with an air hose and was about to burst , the other guy went back down and began sucking and jacking him again , as he put some kind of liquid on his fingers of his other hand then he began rubbing it on his own hole and was pushing his fingers into his own hole , I then looked away and the one dude said to me was it ok that the tv was playing porn , and I said I didn't care , it was their house and they are gay so gay porn is what you like , I'm sure if you come in my room sometime I may have on straight porn , then the other guy said when it comes down to it , it is all just sex and the act of giving another person pleasure , , I then looked back at the t.v and said well maybe but why is the other guy tied down and he was struggling before but now his cock is crazy hard and he is just sitting back and moaning ,, and they both said that is because the guy tied down is straight and the other guy shot him up with the drug that you are smoking and his cock is shot up with a medical hard on medicine that will keep his cock hard for like 2 hours and make him cum 3 or 4 even 5 times . I said oh I see but before I could speak I saw the guy sucking his cock get up and sit down on the other dudes lap and he reached down and guided the dudes cock into his ass and he was not wearing a condom either and the dude began slowly pumping up and down on the other dudes cock as he sat back and moaned like crazy , and the 2 guys rubbing me said that the guy tied down has now finally surrendered and is enjoying what is happening ,, and the other dude said yes now he is going to get his cock milked and that dude riding him is going to milk load after load after load from him and make him cum deep up inside his hungry ass . But before I could speak the 2 dudes forced me up and took me over to a chair in front of the t.v and sat me down and forced my hands and ankles to be tied to the chair , the other dude said as he was holding a needle in his hand , that I was about to get the same thing happen to me but that I am going to be extremely high and my cock hard as a rock all day and all night because both the dudes want my cock and lots and lots and lots of cum ,the dude told me that they are going to milk load after load after load from me with their hungry bouncing holes on my cock making me cumm and shoot it deep up inside them then use it for lube to begin milking me all over again , they told me that I was not their room mate , but that I was now their slave and my cock now belongs to them and no more nasty girl bitch ,, from now on my balls are will be producing loads of cum all day every day , and they are going to be milking me every day over and over and I will no longer need to be tied down , that I will surrender and obey they as they tell me to sit back or lay back while they milk all the cum from me that their hungry holes want and need , my new purpose is producing cum to feed their holes. and the other dude shot a load of cum all over the rubber toe caps of my converse and told me that I could never wash it off , that other dudes must see the cum on my converse and know that it marks me that I'm am owned by a master and the other dude shot his load on the other rubber toe cap and said marked and owned by 2 masters ., They kept me extremely high all the tie for my whole 3 week vacation , and milked me so many times I could never even try to think how many times it was , they even had a couple bb bottom dudes that were online and said they could not find any dick ,,they had them come over and made me sit back and let them milk a few loads out with their holes too , .

love it... I do this often, and always feel like a pig when I'm done... I always post "any cock no limits..." gets me some of the best pigs...

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

I am a big fan of anonymous sex. There is nothing hotter than walking in and finding a guy naked, ass up on all fours waiting to get fucked. Year or so ago replied to an ad online for a walk in anonymous scene. The guy wanted to be fucked and loaded and didn’t want to see who did it. Sounded perfect to me and soon I was outside his hotel room door. I walked in and he was naked and blindfolded on his knees. The only light in the room came from the bathroom but it only took me a minute to realize I knew this guy, we worked together. His tattoo was what gave it away. We had flirted at work a few times but he had a partner and flirting was as far as it ever went. I thought about leaving but then realized that would be stupid. He had gone to the trouble of renting a hotel room and was advertising for anonymous cock and loads. If not me then someone else would do it and the more I thought about fucking him the hotter I got. I stripped out of my clothes and rubbed the head of my cock on his lips and he eagerly opened his mouth and took me in. He moaned softly as I grabbed his head and pushed my cock deeper into his throat with each thrust of my hips. I didn’t want to talk and risk him figuring out who I was so I pulled out, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as I kissed him and then pushed him onto the bed. His ass was round and just the right amount of hairy. I pushed his face down on the bed and placed his hands on his cheeks and he pulled them apart showing me his hole. I licked and ate that hole until he was begging to get fucked. I stood up and rubbed my cock on his ass enjoying teasing him and hearing him begging to be fucked. I took a hit of poppers and passed them to him and then pushed my cock balls deep in one quick thrust. He fisted the comforter and cried out which did nothing but make me fuck him harder. I fucked for a bit then pulled out and licked his hole and sucked his cock until he begged to be fucked again. I rammed back into his open hole and started a steady rhythm forcing my cock all the way in over and over. I grabbed his hips and grunted as I fucked my load into this anonymous load taker who turned out to be my coworker. I kept pumping his hole and gave him another load which I promptly licked out of his hole and kissed him with. We were both moaning and a part of me wanted to pull the blindfold off but the pervy side of me knew it would be hotter with him not knowing it was me.

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

Yeah there's another thread on here w some good rough sex. This one is crazy fucking hot: http://www.gayboystube.com/video/365276/blakes-ordeal Satyr films also has lots of good rough porn, though it's more extreme/less of 1st time/inexperienced guys. Lots of hot deepthroating though! http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph572b00a5485d8 The bottom (Kelly Taylor) in this one is crazy hot http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=984260335 alo link to related thread

15 sweaty groaning-and-moaning-filled minutes later the chem-controlled sexy sub pig boy (whose name I learned was Trevor) was laying on top of me on the living room carpeted floor in a wet noisy 69 feast on each other's hard dripping dicks (gotta love that Viagra!) while equally piggish slurping sounds were being made by our hot leather daddy as he picked up where I had left off eating this sexy pig's parTyed up virgin ass! Trevor's muffled moans and lustfilled cries around my throbbing poz cock buried in his throat created vibrations through my shaft and down into my nuts and asshole as he couldn't keep from reacting to daddy's long thick and experienced tongue! Daddy ate ass like no one else I've ever known. His tongue made toes curl and jocks cry with the intense pleasure and erotic feelings. And of course the additional 2 shards of T daddy had added to this boi's greedy mancunt were helping immensely to push him closer to that point of begging to have his cherry popped..which would only be the beginning of this safe-sex bi stud's weekend journey to the dark sweet pleasures of raw bareback drug-filled poz sex...and his own pozzing! In my position I could watch up close as daddy's wet sexy tongue lapped and chewed at and penetrated Trevor's loosening pink hole. DAMN! That was such a fucking view and made me use my mouth tongue and throat on Trevor harder and more determined to work him to that edge...but not allowing him to cum yet. Daddy had already told me that the pig's NEED to cum would be the leverage he'd use if needed to get the boi to agree to take daddy's bare poz dick. Once he agreed to that Daddy would give him permission to cum....while he was getting his first ever ass-drilling from a bare raw chemmed up unmedicated POZ cock! Fucking hot to think about that happening soon! My thoughts were brought back to the current moment when I realized that daddy's face and tongue weren't in the pigs ass anymore at what was apparently the same moment the pig realized it too. Suddenly I felt the coolness of the air on my throbbing wet boner as Trevor pulled off my dick and turned his head back and asked Daddy to please not stop. "It feels so damn good having your tongue in me, Sir!" I cooled down the intensity that I'd been eating this boi's beautiful cock with, but kept my lips sucking around his oozing head wondering what daddy had in mind. Daddy chuckled his deep masculine way that I knew from experience meant he was ready to move things forward faster toward our immediate goal. "Yea pig boi?" I heard daddy say. "That hot sexy boihole likes having something in it, doesn't it? Is that sweet Tina cunt of yours hungry to have something inside it and making you feel better than you ever have?" "Oh fuck yea, Daddy Sir!" the tweaked out innocent pig boi answered without hesitation. What you and your boy have done with my ass tonight is fucking incredible! I need more! I need to feel you inside my hole Daddy! I'm so damn horny! Please! Please Daddy....can I feel you back in my hole again?!!" As I heard the pig say that it was all I could do not to cum right then. He had no idea what doors that pleading was about to open up to him, but once opened they wouldn't be shut again! Daddy'd make sure of that!

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

My first time was with my older brother. I was 10 and he was 13 and I caught him jerking off and he told me about blowjobs and I sucked my first dick that day. We did that every day for a few months before we started fucking. We still fuck a few times a week. I think he started my love for cock and cum.

My dad always said it was important for a boys dad to teach him about his body....and he did.

My first time was with my younger brother when he was about 11 and I was 13. We only played with each other and jacked off and shot cum over each other. Too stupid to know we could have done more. It lasted about 2 years.

first time ever was playing around with my cousin a year younger than me, but his older brothers had lots of mags that we would steal and look at. started off with jerking each other off, then blowjobs, then finally fucking.we kept doing it whenever we could till we got into high school.

Do step brother or step cousin count as relatives?

My first time was with my uncle.

I would think that at least some of the bottoms would be back for more parties

Was at an ABS last night, standing in the hallway, and heard these two guys (presumably friends) talking together about sucking dick, and stuff, and their wives, so I knew they were married. Each also had a wedding band on. No big deal to me, I could careless if guys were cheating on their wives. The one guy was hot, about 28, brown, short, wavy hair, green eyes, muscular, athletic type. Bubble butt under his cargos. I smiled at him and went into a booth with a glory hole in it. In less than a minute I heard someone come into the booth on the other side. Glanced through the hole, and there were the cargo pants I had seen before. Saw the pants slide down around his ankles, and then his dick came through the hole. Hmm, I thought, I thought this guy was talking about sucking dick, not getting sucked, but I love to suck too, so what the hell. His dick was semi-hard, uncut, and about 5" soft so far. I slid my tongue under his foreskin, and licked, and took the head into my mouth. His dick plumped out to about 8 inches, and the skin pulled back off his glistening wet head. I sucked him all the way into my mouth, as my hands worked his balls. I could taste thick pre-cum from his tip. Gently sucked him, driving him crazy for like 2-3 minutes, when he got rock hard, and started to pull his dick back through the hole (why would he do that?), but I had a good hold on his balls, and held on tight. Not wanting any pain in his balls at that climax moment, he pushed his dick back all the way through the hole, right as his cum spewed out in thick spurts into my mouth. I held his cum in my mouth while he was cumming so it would be really wet and warm. When he finished, I licked all I could from his head, and swallowed it all down. Licked his shaft clean, as he pulled it back through. Well, again not what I expected, but very nice I thought. Next thing I know, his ass is backed up against the hole. Being still on my knees, I put my tongue to his ass and started licking and sucking it. I love a guy that wants more even after he cums. I worked on his sweet, smooth, pink hole for about five minutes, when he backs away and hands me a condom through the glory hole. I struggled with the urge to fuck and the dislike of condoms, this was a nice ass! I also struggled with my need to breed his ass, at all costs, being incredibly turned on by doing that. So I took the condom pack, opened it up, and with my teeth, bit off the tip of it, making a huge hole in the end. I rolled it onto my dick, and held my hand over the end as I was lubing it with spit. I could see him watching me to see that I had the condom on. His ass came back to the hole, with his fingers there to help guide my dick in, he had also put some lube onto his ass. I positioned my dickhead right at his hole, and his hands grasped my shaft (condom covered) to feel it, and make sure it was there, as he helped guide me in. The hole in the end of the condom was only big enough to cover my slit on the head, but I held tightly onto my condom covered shaft as I pushed in, and felt the entire head of the condom tear as I pushed into him, so that my entire head of my cock was now inside him bare. I held still onto the condom as I pushed in, to get about 2" of my dick raw inside him, with just now the lower part of my shaft covered with the condom. His hand moved away, and his ass came back fully against the glory hole and onto my dick. The feeling of being inside someone bare is just too strong to resist, it’s like I go into a trance. I began pumping his ass, wild with lust that this boy was being fucked bare, but didn't know it. His ass was so warm, and moist, and hot, I got close in like 3 minutes. Glory holes always turn me on for some reason and make me cum fast anyway. I gave a final push into him deep, and just held it there, and started to cum and breed his ass, blowing my spunk into him raw. This hot married dude, was being seeded and bred, but didn't know it. I could feel his ass, squeezing my dick as I twitched inside him and blew out about 7-8 shots of my cum into him, wild with emotions that I was breeding a guy. As I finished, he started to back off, and I quickly pulled my dick back through, and held my hand over the tip of the condom as he looked back through, and I pulled it off the same way. Dropped it onto the floor in the corner so he couldn't see it, zipped up and left. I wonder if and when he discovered the broken condom or the load of cum that was now swimming in his ass, if ever. I just couldn't help myself though, the urge to breed sometimes becomes too strong to resist, and I just have a need to get my cum into an ass. He was a hot hot boy.

I got 7 loads over 12 hours last saturday and sunday, managed to keep alot of it inside me late sunday night. :-)

PART 13 I slept the sleep of someone who is coming down from such a high and eventful night. I slowly and with great effort pulled away from Plugger to get out of bed to go to the bathroom to piss returning to that same bed to snuggle back up to him. My mind was not working but I realized that my body had been subjected to an excellent night of activity with three beautiful black men. Only once did I briefly think about what might be yet to come. After sleeping fitfully which is typical for me coming down from partying as I had, I finally awoke alone in bed. I laid there collecting my thoughts and remembering what I could in flashes. I realized my ass was empty and feeling very lonely. I got up from bed and walked to the bathroom once more to piss. I began a search of the house wandering through to what I thought I remembered was the kitchen. I found Dad and Plugger at the table drinking coffee. I told them good morning and was greeted with the same. I sat in an offered chair and was handed a cup of coffee by Plugger. I drank it slowly. It was delicious. Dad asked if I was willing to stay the rest of the weekend. I reached my hand up to the collar still on my neck and told him more than ever I was willing. He said, “Good. I have a plan for you.” He asked if I had rid myself of the cum loads I had taken. I told him that I had not. He asked me if I enjoyed them inside me. I told him that I did. With that, he nodded at Plugger who left the table. Dad told me that he had to make sure that I got plenty of cum in my ass then and that he would see to it that it would stay there. He got up from the table and went to the refrigerator. He removed a small medicine bottle from the refrigerator and returned to the table. He told me to put it between my hands and to rub it vigorously to warm the contents. I did as I was told. Plugger returned about this time with a large black dildo with a gripper end piece. I thought that I recognized it as one used last night. Dad took the medicine bottle from me and rose from his chair. He told me to get up and to come to the end of the table which I did. I was told to kneel on the floor, bend over and rest my head on the floor. I did so. I could feel several fingers pushing into my ass which hurt to the point of my seeing stars and becoming woozy. I would not refuse. Then, as the fingers pulled my ass open, I felt this medicine bottle being lined up with my hole and then rather quickly pushed inside of me dumping the contents. Cold liquid; I had not done a thorough job of warming it. It was a very tight fit with all the fingers and the bottle. I didn’t know what it was but I was hoping as I had heard tales of men being loaded with cum in this way that I was being ingratiated with such a dosing. I kept my position and felt the bottle being removed to be replaced by an object that was stretching my ass very wide and causing great pain as it was entering me with no lubrication. It went inside for awhile and then was withdrawn a bit. Then, it continued its inward journey followed once more by being withdrawn. This continued until I finally felt my ass lips slowly sliding together realizing finally that it was the big black dildo. Whatever had been dumped in my ass was the lube that had propelled this new occupant. Dad told me to stand up and to sit again at the table. I did as I was told. We all three sat at the table and finished our coffees. Dad never said a word nor did Plugger as to what the liquid was. I would never ask. We chatted about general topics until Dad began asking about my life. He got into some very detailed questions which I answered for him. He asked; I answered. He was learning more about me to use. He finally told me that I had some duties to perform and it was time to begin them. I followed him to the basement play room. He told me how to clean everything and where everything was to be stored. He left, and I began my work cleaning all of the equipment and toys which had been used the preceding evening/morning. I was very careful and exacting in my work as I knew it would be inspected. I was not going to disappoint Dad. All the while, I have a large black dildo shoved up my ass. I was very aware of it but knew that it had been placed there for a purpose; I had not been given permission to use it. I fleetingly remembered this was Bimini’s house but it obviously was Dad’s room. When I reviewed the room closely, I believed that I had done everything that had been given to me to do. I went upstairs and called for Dad. He came to the basement steps. I told him that I believed I had done as he asked. He led me downstairs once again and inspected the room. I stood just inside the door waiting for his response. He called me over to him. When I reached him, he asked if I had any regret of the previous night. I told him that I did not and that I had enjoyed being the vessel for him and his son and friend to have used to enjoy themselves. He asked if I thought that I could repeat such tonight. I told him if he wished me to do so, I was there for him to use and to offer to others to use. He looked hard at me as I looked at him with calmness and consent in my eyes. He took me by the shoulder and guided me to the sling indicating that I should bend over the end of it. He told me to lie down on the sling on my stomach and to hold on to the upper end of it which I did. As I lay there bent with my ass exposed, I heard Dad stepping away and returning. I kept my head resting on my chin. I heard a light wind rushing and then a sharp pain on my ass followed immediately by a sharp pain inside where the dildo had been pushed forward hard. Dad had struck me with a paddle. Hard. I gripped the sling with my hands but made no sound. He hit me a half dozen times each time sending searing pain through me. As quickly as he began paddling me, he stopped only to grab the slip guard on the dildo and yank it out of my ass again causing a great pain from the rapid collapse of my insides. I remained silent as I felt something drop onto the sling along side of me. Just as the pain began to subside from the paddling and having the dildo yanked out of my ass I felt Dad quickly stepping up behind me and ramming full force into my ass ripping me good and giving me an intense burning sensation that is typical for a well used ass being invaded by a dry object which Dad’s cock was totally dry. I was in total lust with this man. Dad wasted no time and began pounding my ass again as he had done the previous night. He was driving himself into a fucking frenzy. He had grabbed my upper hip bones and was fucking me hard with great pistoning motions intent on re-tearing the cuts and slices of the previous evening that he and Bimini had made in my ass. He was doing an excellent job. The more he fucked me the more intent I became in taking his infliction of lust pain. I had no ethyl; I had only residual meth in me; I was on my own and was longing for Dad to use me harder. He yanked his cock out of my ass causing a small gasp to escape form my lips. Dad immediately was pushing something into my ass but it wasn’t his fingers, cock, or dildo. He was pushing the brush he had used last night. I could tell it was the brush; he was intent on making sure of my being raw inside. Once inside my ass, Dad swirled the brush all around pushing it in as far as he could and began a slow withdrawal as he twirled and twirled it round and round. He withdrew the brush once he reached my hole only to replace with his cock once again. Dad fucked me in a frenzy again pounding my ass hard and deep until he was ready. Once he decided he was ready, Dad unleashed yet another load of his cum into my ass marking his territory again. I felt his cock swell to gargantuan size only to expel the contents of his balls which ran along the full length of his cock and exited into my bowel where he had bloodied me for a purpose. I took every salvo of his tainted DNA with joy and lust but needing more. He slowly pulled out of my ass and replaced his cock with the big black dildo which he had tossed onto the sling beside me. He told me to stand up and turn around. I did so. I looked at him with his sweating body as my own body dripped in its own sweat. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees where I looked for the first time today at his beautiful black cock. I could tell it was still semi-hard and covered with fuck juices including a very pinkish froth. He told me to clean him. I did so completely. When Dad was satisfied, he stepped away and told me to get up. He told me to follow him upstairs. We went upstairs to Plugger’s bed room. Plugger was on his bed waiting. When we entered his bed room, Dad told Plugger to fuck me. Plugger bent me over the edge of the bed, pulled out the dildo and laid it on my back, and rammed his now hard cock into my ass as he had done so many times before. He fucked me with an intended purpose. He was going to load my ass with another of his poz loads of cum to mix in me with his Dad’s. Plugger was hitting my insides hard. It seemed that after last night’s fuckings that Dad and Plugger were now able to drive their cocks further into me than ever before. Maybe it was imagined but I did not remember them hitting that far inside. And, the pain was running through my body—that ecstatic wonderful pain. No ethyl; no meth; just animal lust sustaining me. Dad began to yell at Plugger urging him on to “fuck this bitch and breed him”. Plugger responded by driving his beautiful black cock harder and deeper into my ass resulting in an explosive howl from him as he rammed his cock so hard in my ass one last time that the bed was scooted a small amount. Plugger held his cock in my ass as he too unleashed his load of poison batter into me. He pulled out of my ass to be replaced by Dad. I thought surely not. Then, remembered, Dad marked his territory and was always last. Dad once again took possession of his property. END PART 13 PART 14 I stayed bent over the side of the bed as Dad pulled his now flaccid beautiful black cock slowly out of my/his ass. He stepped away patting my cheeks before saying to Plugger as he left the room to have me to bathe thoroughly and to make it a good long soaking. Plugger pulled me up off the bed and led me to the bath room. He looked straight into my face and told me that tonight was important for me. He told me that I had to be super clean inside and out and that I had to be ready and energetic for the whole night. He asked if I thought if I could make it. I took some time to think what had transpired so far and how I had fared. I considered it all and remembered all the wonderful pain and fucking and cum loads. I looked deeply into Plugger’s eyes and told him that with his and his Dad’s leading me I would do whatever they told me. Plugger looked back at me, smiled a little, and nodded his head. He told me to run a warm bath for myself to keep the water warm and to soak in it for an hour. I was to rest and to make sure that my ass was well rested. He told me he would come back in an hour to let me know when to bathe—for now, just soak and rest. He left me alone. Plugger returned much later. I had soaked and reveled in the warmth of the water and how it had relaxed me. It had drained away my tiredness and allowed my mind to just wander through nothing disjointed random thoughts coupled with mental flashes of what had taken place the night before and earlier this day. Plugger told me to bathe quickly and to put on my jeans when I was finished and come to the kitchen for a talk. I opened the drain to let the water out of the tub letting it drop to a much lower level before beginning to shower. I dried, dressed as told, and went to the kitchen. Dad and Plugger were seated at the table. I was told to sit where I had that morning. Dad asked how I felt. (I wondered where Bimini was but said nothing.) I told him a little tired but rested after the good soaking. He asked me if I was prepared to go further tonight. I waited to respond and then told him that I was with him and Plugger leading me. Dad then said that I was to take a nap so that I could be fully alert and ready for the evening. He would send Plugger to wake me when I was needed but first Dad asked if I was hungry. I had not thought of food but realized that I was indeed hungry as I had not eaten in almost 24 hours. Dad said that whatever goes in must come out. So, we needed to be prudent but wise. Plugger went to the refrigerator returning with a can of Ensure setting it in front of me along with a glass. I opened it pouring the contents into the glass and slowly drinking it. Dad asked if I wanted another. I told him that I thought perhaps a glass of water would be better. He told me to get some water and then go get in Plugger’s bed to sleep. As I once more crawled into Plugger’s bed, I realized that I was really tired and ready to sleep. Once more my eyes closed almost instantly. I slept soundly but was roused in that jerking awake that one does after a hard night of playing. I continued to sleep the sleep of restlessness rest. I was awakened by Plugger and told to get up. I was groggy and slow in comprehending but obeyed. Plugger steered me to the bath room. He told me it was time to get prepped for tonight. There was a glass of water which I was told to drink. I did. Plugger then told me to use the shower shot thoroughly and to bathe again. I slowly complied. As I was drying, Plugger returned asking if I was prepared inside. I assured him that I had met my specification of six clear loads of water through my system. I realized that my hunger had returned slightly. Plugger led me back to the bedroom where he told me to put on my chaps, leather strap, jock, and boots. He handed me another glass of water which I downed and began dressing. As I was putting on my last boot, Plugger and Dad entered the room. Dad told me that tonight was another night to prove that I was a willing participant and worthy of his owning. He inspected me noticing that there remained only small lines marking where the previous flogging had taken place. He had me to bend over and ran two of his dry fingers into my ass. It hurt to say the least. He felt around and twisted his fingers touching and caressing the inside of me. He removed them telling me to go to the bath room to be sure there was no excess water remaining. I obeyed releasing only a small amount. When I returned to the bedroom, Dad looked at me and told me that I had done well so far. He went on to say that I had been trained well but that I would learn his standard. I consented with a “Yes, Sir.” Dad went on to say that I had earned the right to wear his collar and my chaps, jock, strap, and boots. I was very pleased at my earnings. He said that tonight I was going to receive the same as last night and more. He asked if I was prepared. I told him as I looked deeply into his eyes that where he led me I would follow. He told me to follow him to the basement. I followed. I glanced around as I went down the steps noting that the sun was setting as little light came in the windows. I continued my journey to the basement behind my Sir followed by his son. Once more in the room, Dad pointed to the sling. I got in and settled myself. Plugger brought over a swab and a point. Dad stepped to my side and said, “Tonight, you will not be secured when you’re in the sling. Tonight, you will have support for your limbs but you can get up when you need to get some blood back in your limbs. Drink water constantly. You know that. Tonight, you will be in the sling for use as well as on the fuck bench. Tonight, you will be used front and back. You will not refuse any man who wants to fuck you; you will not refuse to suck any man; you will not refuse to eat any man’s ass; in fact, tonight, you will have sex with any man who tells you he wants sex with you . . . whatever it is and submit to your masochistic side when commanded. Every man that is coming tonight knows your limits and what they may not do to you. You will have no need to tell them anything. I have made all conditions clear. You will be watched by Plugger, Bimini, or me at all times. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “I will continue to care for you and to prepare you throughout the night with the supplies. Do you need to know what?” Dad asked. “No, Sir. You will take care of your property.” I responded. With that, my arm was wrapped once more with the rubber strip, I pumped my fist, Dad swabbed my arm after a few moments, steadied my arm, took the point and began slowly pushing it slowly into my arm. I watched as the point sank further into my arm stopping finally. Dad pulled back gently on the plunger creating a huge swirling mass of red in the barrel. He then pushed gently forward dispensing the fluid into me making me feel the rush of sensation spread almost instantaneous throughout my body. He pulled back the plunger once more filling the barrel with dark red fluid and dispensed it back into my arm. As I coughed twice, he released the rubber strap, applied a cotton swab at the point’s entry, pulling the point out completely. As he pressed gently on the cotton swab, I raised my arm assuming the duty of holding the swab in place. Dad patted my chest and moved to my ass with Plugger. They then proceeded to use the speculum on my ass as they had before. This time though it wasn’t as painful but I was sure feeling super horny already. Again, Dad gave me his special booty bump. I was now ready . . . and willing. I was willing even before my points. With that bump, Dad had brought to the surface again that deep inner hunger to be fucked and fucked hard. My ass was beginning to scream for a cock in it and especially a big black cock. Dad had more to do though to truly get me ready in his eyes for the night at hand. Plugger appeared beside him with a small funnel and long tube attached to it. Dad inserted it into my ass. I could feel the hose slowly inching ever deeper into me until Dad was satisfied. He then held the funnel and hose as Plugger slowly poured the contents of another medicine bottle into the funnel. I saw the liquid leave the bottle and enter the funnel and watched it slowly slide through the clear tubing attached. When Dad noticed that the liquid had all left the funnel, he lowered the tube keeping the fluid from flowing any further. Plugger then handed Dad some sort of rod which he inserted into the funnel and eventually into the tube. He pushed the contents through the tube and into me. It’s got to be another round of multiple loads of cum. I’ll be disappointed if it isn’t; but, no way would I ask. Once the tube was removed, I got a pat on my ass and a grin from Dad. END PART 14