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PART 1 Of all the fucking days to have an appointment with my ID doctor, I had unluckily scheduled myself on a day that snow was coming down like crazy. I knew it would be even worse going home which pissed me even more. By the time I got to his office, the snow was really piled up and the parking lot was almost empty. I had 5 minutes to make my 4:00 appointment on time. I hurried as fast as I could. By the time I reached his office on the third floor, I had removed my scarf, toboggan, gloves, and winter coat. I was about to check-in when the receptionist appeared and said that all appointments had been cancelled. About that time, a voice in the hall began talking and telling the receptionist to leave now and forget about closing up that he would do it. The voice I recognized as my doctor who now rounded the corner and came into the receptionist’s area. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get the word?” he said when he saw me. Then, to his receptionist, “Go; now. I’ll take care of everything.” With that, the receptionist grabbed her belongings and took off for the door. My doctor began shutting down the office equipment as he told me to come on back and go in room one. In a few minutes, he came in the room and settled on his stool. We chatted about what had been happening since I had seen him last which was nothing of any medical note. He reviewed his notes on the computer making small talk and asking what I thought were silly questions. Then, much to my surprise and somewhat consternation he said he wanted to do a short physical exam because he had not done one in the last year. He handed me a paper gown and told me to strip to my underwear and left the room. He returned as I finished. He had me to sit on the table and began a slow exam of every crevice, surface, and orifice that I had. It was unlike his previous annual exams. After about five minutes, he began asking questions about my current sex life. I told him I was active. He stopped and looked me in the eyes and asked if I practiced safer sex. I looked at him and said that I did not and smiled. He shook his head and went on with his exam and questions. “Do you know your sexual partners?” he asked. “Usually, I do not,” I said blandly. “Yet, you allow them to discharge their semen in your rectal cavity,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “How can you do that knowing that is what caused you to be my patient?” he asked without a reproach in his voice. He really wanted to know. “Because having a dick repeatedly shoved in and out of my ass and hearing and feeling a man shooting his cum load in me is the greatest physical sensation that there is for a bottom gay man as I am,” I replied without blinking an eye. “Despite the propaganda, condoms do not afford the same feeling. And, from what I’ve heard tops say, it’s the same for them.” He continued on with his exam and other questions about my sex life such as how many partners, where I met them, where did we have sex, and so on. I realized at some point that his exam was different now. His hands were touching me on various parts of my body. They were innocuous but definitely not clinical either. And, then he announced that he was almost finished, but, he wanted to do a digital exam. As I had stepped down from the table and began to face it, I made a swift glance at my doctor and thought I detected a tent but couldn’t be absolutely sure. I assumed the position which allowed my gown to open in the back exposing my ass. In my mind I was chuckling as I don’t wear underwear and he had to have already noticed that I had on a favourite jock strap of mine. But, he said nothing. I felt the KY Jelly being applied and finally an index finger slowly being inserted in my ass. I suppose out of reflex I spread my feet a couple of inches further apart and bent my knees. I felt the digit rubbing all around inside me. It took a while but finally he began to touch my prostate. Slowly he rubbed it in different directions. He continued rubbing it slowly. I could stand it no longer and let out a gentle moan as my sphincter gave a snap closed impulse. He removed his finger but told me to stay where I was. I was a little uncomfortable now from embarrassment as I knew that my dick had been leaking pre-cum into the pouch. More KY was applied to my ass. I then felt two fingers being inserted. I knew this was not kosher but said nothing. The two fingers slowly entered my ass and pushed on until my prostate was found. A hand gently now rested on the small of my back as my prostate was stroked repeatedly. Again, I moaned as my dick stiffened as it leaked more pre-cum into my pouch. My sphincter reflexively grabbed the two fingers and tightened around them. A light sweat had broken out all over my body. Dr. Scholtz had been treating me now for four years. Never had this scenario ever entered my mind. He was my ID physician and physicians don’t get involved with their patients. They especially don’t get involved with their HIV infected patients. It’s just not done. But, here we were with me bent over the exam table, and he had two fingers up my ass massaging my prostate. I flashed back to when I had first met him. I was struck at how handsome he was but actually more than just handsome—he was fucking hot looking. I chastened myself for my lascivious thoughts. But, his 6 foot 2 inches, 190 pounds, dark features, and dark hair everywhere I could see on his body struck me as really someone with whom I could turn my back on so he could have better access to my ass. He was so damn sexy and sensual but in all these years I had held myself in check keeping everything on a professional. Now, he had two fingers in my ass. I moaned louder as his fingers stroked my prostate in unison. My body shivered as my head began a slow left and right roll. I shifted my stance as the fingers began to withdraw to the opening. As soon as they were there, back inside me they went. I gasped. I felt his fingers go as far inside as they could and once more began to be withdrawn. Ten, twelve, fifteen times Dr. Scholtz inserted and withdrew his fingers from my ass. With each insertion, he always stroked my prostate; I always moaned. Then, he began inserting and withdrawing his fingers faster until soon he was without a doubt finger fucking me. This definitely was not a digital exam. I tried holding myself still but just could not do so. My body was so used to this feeling. It wasn’t a dick but I was being fucked nevertheless. Soon, he was slamming his fingers deep inside me hard and fast. My prostate felt every insertion. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed and continued screaming as my balls blasted out their contents soaking my pouch so completely that some of my cum dripped down onto the floor. Dr. Scholtz pushed down on my back with his hand as he stroked my prostate with the two fingers on his other hand until I stopped screaming and began slowing my ejaculation. As the last of my cum load seeped out of my piss slit, I felt the fingers being withdrawn from my ass. When they had been completely withdrawn and the hand on the small of my back removed, I stood up and turned around facing my doctor. His face was ashen. I looked at his crotch and saw such a tent. I looked back into his eyes and knelt immediately in front of him. He moved backwards stopping only when he backed up to the counter top. I moved with him as my hands reached out to his pants unzipping them, unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his pants, and pushed his pants and boxers downward. He had made no effort to stop me. His uncut dick swung upwards as his boxers cleared his dick. Without hesitating, I opened my mouth and swallowed his uncut swollen dick. His piss slit hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly. I began sucking his dick calling on all the skill and tricks of the trade that I had. I slathered his dick with spit as I did a whirlwind job of getting his obviously hard dick even harder. It was his turn now to moan and jerk and shiver and that is exactly what he did as my mouth and tongue gave him what I am sure was his very first blow job by a gay man—an HIV positive gay man. In no time at all, my doctor was screaming as he held my head between his hands as his uncut 9 inches sprayed my throat with the first salvo of his cum load. Several minutes passed as the two of us enjoyed what was happening. He had a very sweet tasty cum. I relished every drop and swallowed every bit. With the last of his cum slowly oozing out of his piss slit, I began washing his dick with my tongue cleaning him as best as I could. I slid backwards off his dick which was still slightly hard. I made sure to clean under the foreskin. I stood up slowly, and we looked at each other both sweat soaked. What could be said at a time like this? Need anything be said? Time passed into awkward silence. PART 2 Dr. Scholtz spoke slowly and quietly as he avoided eye contact as much as possible. “That should not have happened. I take full responsibility. I have many patients but ever since you came to my practice I have not been able to put you in a patient-only position. I’m not gay, and I’m not bisexual. I don’t know what came over me. I am very sorry for what I did to you.” It was obvious that he now was embarrassed and racked with guilt. “Well, doc, now you know how I get myself into trysts without even trying. I’ve always seen you as my physician but also I’ve seen you very clearly as one helluva hot looking man,” I responded with blunt frankness. “I don’t regret anything that happened. So, don’t you be.” “You need to get dressed. We both need to get out of here,” he said and walked to the window. “Oh, no. It looks like we aren’t going to go anywhere. You get dressed. I’ve got to make a call. When you’re dressed, if you need to make a call, come out to the receptionist’s desk.” Dr. S left the room, and I got dressed. I had no one to call, but I was going to have a very slow trip back home as I now viewed how much snow had fallen as I looked out the window. There was at least a foot and a half on the ground and still more coming down. I went out to the receptionist’s desk hearing Dr. S say good-bye and hang up the phone. He turned to me and told me that the city was in shut down and that the major roads were becoming impassable. He told me he was going to walk to the Marriott about a mile away and get a room. He suggested that I do the same and wait for the storm to end and the roads to be cleared. I considered the suggestion and realized it was my best option. We left immediately. As the two of us walked inside the lobby at the Marriott, our numb limbs and faces had about reached their maximum punishment. The warmth felt so good. We dusted off the snow and loosened our coats. We walked up to the front desk and asked for two rooms but were informed that with the storm everyone from the interstate and expressway had preceded us. The only room left was a small room with a double bed. Nothing else was available. We looked at each other. I could not make the call, and it took Dr. S a few seconds to turn back to the manager and tell him that was fine; we’d take it. We registered, got the key card, and headed up to the fifth floor. The room was small. In fact, it really looked as if there had been a small left over space on the floor where someone came up with the idea of making just one more room. For me, it was heaven sent. At least I would not be curled up inside my car stuck on the expressway with no food, water, or blankets. I didn’t know and didn’t ask what Dr. S thought of the room. I suspected but he kept his thoughts to himself. I felt a tension from my physician which I considered realistic. I never approached him and tried to make everything to be as casual as possible. We ended up going to the dining room and having supper followed by a stop at the main bar. We each nursed a drink and talked casually as much as we could though numerous times there were awkward silences. Dr. S looked at his watch and said he was tired and wanted to go back to the room which we did. He called his wife and told her that he was at the Marriott and gave her the room number. I mentally noted that he never mentioned that he was sharing the room. We settled in and watched some programs on the TV. At 10:30, Dr. S said he was tired and was going to bed. I told him I was ready as well. I slipped off my shoes and socks, then, stood up taking off my shirt and pants. For modesty of some sort, I kept on my jock strap. I neatly put everything on or by the chair, walked to the right side of the bed, tossed back the covers, and slipped into bed. Dr. S began to undress slowly finally climbing into bed. He had left on his boxers and wife beater. We turned out the lights and settled in to sleep. I sharply woke up but not knowing why. I lay very still on my back and kept my breathing slow and shallow. At long last, I felt an ever so light touch on my hip. At first, a single finger traced down from the strap of my jock until it reached the bottom of my buttock. On the upward trace, I felt three finger tips making the trip. On reaching my strap once more, I felt the three finger tips follow the strap until it reached the pouch where an entire hand covered the pouch and began slowly and gently massaging the contents. Minutes passed as the hand continued the light massage. It took about a minute for my dick to begin to awaken to the soft massage. When my dick began to grow, I felt a jerky movement of my bed partner moving himself closer to me while trying not to awaken me. Still, I kept the same stance. His presence was noted as the mattress settled downward as his body moved closer to me. His hand soon began a more aggressive massage of my pouch. I thought it was time to move this “handiwork” along; I began a light moaning and sighing as I moved my arms and legs. I resettled myself on my left side. My bed partner held still until he thought that once more I was asleep. He then slowly moved closer settling himself so that his body was touching mine in about three places. Once more I felt his hand on my crotch. I let him again massage my dick for a couple of minutes before moving backwards and up against Paul who froze. We lay there several minutes as my dick grew hard and began to leak pre-cum. “I won’t stop you,” I finally quietly said. We lay there quietly for less than a minute before Paul began working on my crotch once more. He was unmerciful with his hand. I could tell he was getting his hand soaked with my pre-cum as he began to moan a little. His shadow now loomed above me as he tossed the covers off both of us. He moved in between my legs and continued to maul my hard dick and balls. Through the little light, I could see his face full of determination yet angst. Then, he grabbed my balls and dick and held them tightly with a look of panicked delight on his face. I let him suffer in his new wanton thoughts until I had a small streak of mercy. “Go ahead and do what you need to do. Go ahead and do what you have to do. You know you can’t stop yourself; you can’t stop now because you’ve come too far. You have to know. You have to experience it. It’s been eating at you for a long time. You’ve got the chance now. You know I won’t stop you,” I said quietly but firmly. He hesitated; I growled, “DO IT NOW!” Paul looked at me face-to-face. He released my crotch as I raised my legs upward where they were caught by his hands. He placed them on his shoulders as I raised my hips off the bed. Paul’s underwear was shoved down to his knees releasing his mighty 9-inch uncut dick that curved upwards ever so lightly. He pushed my knees to my chest where I held them. He fumbled with his dick trying to line the head up with my ass hole. He finally found the opening and began pushing. I was determined that I was going to get fucked and never to forget it. I clamped my sphincter tightly refusing to give way. I could hear frustration as Paul pitifully grunted, whined, squealed, and growled as he discovered he was making no progress at shoving his hard dick in me. Despite the darkness, I saw the savagery in his eyes when he finally looked into my eyes. He pulled his face and body upward, hesitated only a mere second or two, then, raised his hand high. He issued an open mouth primordial growl with his nostrils flaring as his hand raced downward slamming against my face jerking my head to the right. His hand made an equally as fast trip back from where it started. Paul grabbed me by my hips and slammed balls-deep into my ass ripping and tearing me in several places. I bit my lips at all the gloriously beautiful pain. Paul began to fuck me with such a wonderful violence the likes of which I had not felt in many years. On and on his dick was buried full length inside me and withdrawn so that only a mere fraction of his fat dickhead was still inside me. With each plunge inside me, I felt his two large orbs slap onto my butt. Paul was now driven by pure lust as he had finally discovered what it felt like to fuck another man in the ass. It was a feeling he now new and would know again. His inner anger controlled until now burst forth with a gusto of energy. I felt teeth sinking into my neck. A growl of deep savagery was sounded at the same time. I winced at the bite as my dick trembled with sheer delight of the physical pain. My dick strained itself and doubled the flow of pre-cum. Paul continued to deep dick my ass as he shifted into overdrive thrusting harder and faster into my ass. He opened his mouth releasing my neck and reared his head upward looking down at me never missing a stroke. He grabbed my hips and began pounding harder and faster still driving himself into a frenzy as sweat began to splatter everywhere around us and on me. “FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! GIVE ME THAT CUM LOAD OF YOURS!” I growled and spit on his face. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed throwing his head backwards as he plunged deep inside me. I felt his dick swell and shrink a number of times as great globs of his sperm gushed through his urethra and coated my gut. More and more of his cum entered me as I clung to him. Paul finally pulled his deflated dick out of my ass and rolled over onto his side of the bed. I reached down and pulled the cover back up over us saying nothing. Paul, too, said nothing. What more needed to be said? I had already said it, and Paul had complied. No one needed to be remindful. It was what it was. I looked at my watch. It was quarter after one. We both went back to sleep. PART 3 Slowly, my eyes opened. I checked my watch: 3:07. As I nestled myself back into comfort, I heard a deep low voice whisper, “Fuck me.” I turned to look at Paul. His eyes were wide open when I finally could see them. “Fuck me, now. Please. Before I change my mind.” I raised my head a little and looked to be sure. Yes, his eyes were open; he was awake. I turned on the bedside light and looked at Paul again who was now resting on his left elbow. I looked at Paul closely. I finally said, “My rules; my way; no complaints; no stopping. If you try to stop, you will regret it.” I let him mull over what I had said. “Agreed,” he said as he tossed back the covers. He quickly got up pulling off his wife beater and boxers. He hurried to the bath room shutting the door. I began rubbing my dick through my pouch. I finally pulled my jockstrap off and tossed it beside the bed. Minutes passed. The commode was flushed as running water was heard. More minutes passed. At last, the water was turned off and Paul re-entered the bedroom. His dick was rigid in anticipation. When he began to climb on the bed, I held my hand up stopping him. “You need to suck my dick and get it hard; that won’t take long to do. As you suck me, get your ass as wet with spit as you can. You’re going to need as much as possible. It’s going to burn like Hell, and the pain is going to be like no other you’ve ever had. But, the pain will pass within a couple of minutes and eventually become very soothing and pleasurable. You’ll want more,” I cooed to him. “When you think you’ve got enough spit in your ass, straddle me and lower your ass down onto my dick. YOU will fuck yourself; I’m going to lay here. You have total control of how much of my dick you take, when you stop taking it, and when you start taking it. I’m not fucking you; you are fucking yourself using my dick.” Paul knelt between my legs and began sucking my dick as he did his best to lubricate his ass with his spit. He was so inept but made an effort. I relished the thought of the pain he would feel which hardened my dick. Then, removing his mouth from my dick, Paul looked at me, nodded, and scrambled to position himself astride me. It took him several tries to get the right spot. I maintained an enigmatic look. He finally began to settle his virgin straight ass onto my hard pre-cum smeared dick. Slower than a snail in a race with a lame tortoise, Paul forced his sphincter downward spearing the opening with my hard cut 7 ½ inches of meat. After several failed attempts, he raised his body upright, grabbed my dick with his right hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved himself downward in a big jerk. Immediately, his eyelids flew open. I heard the beginning of a pained cry that was shut down in four seconds and muted in his throat. A terrified panicked look overtook the pain-racked face that I saw. Twice more Paul made his downward jerks impaling himself further onto my dick. Each body jerk elicited more pain and panic. The fourth jerk found Paul fully impaled on my now very primed dick. I saw and felt his body trembling. I wondered if it was from fear of my status or if it was he finally understood what a bare cock in a man’s ass felt like. Paul sat astride me with a contorted face. His body was swaying as his hands and arms didn’t know what to do to alleviate his pain. I flexed my dick sending more bolts of enjoyment into him. Several minutes passed as he adjusted to the sensations. I continued to flex my dick. By the end of his adjustment time, Paul was swaying still but this time from the pleasure he was feeling. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me . . . and smiled. He began rocking and rolling around on my dick as he felt it up inside himself. He became almost giddy at the feeling. Then, he placed his hands onto my nipples and began riding me very slowly. He was in control for now. More and more Paul began lifting himself up higher and lowering himself. In short order, he began a much more directed slam back down onto my dick. His pace quickened and quickened again. He grabbed my chest and held tightly as his almost menacing eyes now focused in on mine. His eyes demanded that I give him the final reward that he sought. His growls were animalistic and threatening. His urgency continued to grow as did his lust. I timed myself so that just as Paul bottomed out, I wrestled him around on the bed until he was on his back with his knees over my shoulders and being slammed in his ass by my now fully swollen dick. I began madly pounding his ass driving my dick in every possible direction. Paul was shocked and stunned at how quickly I had changed our position. He did not fully understand what was happening for several moments. By that time, I was in total control repeatedly driving my bloated oozing dick into his hole. More and more I slammed into Paul’s now open and willing if not demanding ass as he moaned and groaned his approval. His eyes were aflame with lust. His mouth partially open seeped the excess spit that he was creating out of lust. His body was coated with massive amounts of sweat as was mine. His hands held onto my waist as best they could pulling me closer into him. His nostrils flared wildly as his breathing was labored from all the exertion. I was now fucking Paul faster and harder than I had ever fucked any man before. I knew I was close and couldn’t figure out what was happening. I had never fucked as hard or as fast as this. I was a quick shooter when I fucked. I just couldn’t get myself over the top. Then, without warning, I smelled it. My nose picked up the unmistaken scent of blood, and I went wild. I slammed my dick into Paul hard grabbing a handful of his hairy chest pulling it upward to my lowering mouth where I bit down on it as I began to scream. Paul yelped. My dick began pumping my balls’ juices into his ass. More and more of my cum poured into Paul who was now whining and whimpering as he realized he was now being filled with my tainted sperm. I know not how long it took for me to finish unloading my cum load. But, I did finally and slowly slid out of Paul’s ass. We settled our sweaty bodies onto the bed. Two days later, the roads were finally all cleared. I went home and cleaned my condo. Paul went home to his wife. It is three years later, and I am no longer a patient at Paul’s practice. He now makes house calls for me. Next year, Paul is monitoring my numbers when I go off my meds. We plan on making his first numbers. And, even more numbers after I’m done with him.

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.

My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

2002 Has there ever met someone that you instantly hated for no good reason? For me that person was Matt. "Matt" was what he went by, but his real name was 'Ahmat" or something like that. He was from the Middle East somewhere. He was hired by my boss to work on our staff and I hated him from the first day. I didn't know why exactly. I wasn't in the grips of hate for the Middle East that had struck our country after 9/11 and was further inflamed by the Bush administration. I was, and always will be, a bleeding heart liberal. Maybe it was because he was my age and I'd always been the youngest guy in my department -- I was 'The Boy Wonder'. Possibly it was his dark good looks that intimidated me. I wasn't a bad-looking man, but Matt was smoldering. Seriously. The guy had a gorgeous five o'clock shadow at 11 am. I hadn't grown up enough to recognize how destructive jealousy can be. Or maybe it was because he was cordial and well-liked by everybody. I just decided he was 'arrogant'. I was certain he thought he was better than me in every way. So I hated him. Hated everything about him. He had a cellphone and I didn't. He dressed fashionably and I was super casual. Every time he tried to make small talk with me, I'd just glare at him and answer with one or two words. He seemed a bit confused by my hostility because I was pals with most everybody else in the office. Eventually he gave up trying to get to know me. I would just stew in hatred every single time I saw him. I was in therapy back then and I brought the subject of Matt to her. She agreed that some of it was envy, but she brought up something I'd never thought of... "Often, hate is irrational. Sometimes we hate a person because we recognize some aspect of ourselves in. Maybe there's something you hate about yourself that you see in Matt". I didn't dismiss the idea, but he and I shared nothing in common except our age. I kept thinking of her words and trying to work it out for myself The dismal holiday season was approaching and our boss had decided we needed to have a Christmas gathering. Ugh. I hated forced mirth. But at least there would be free booze. We all met up at a martini bar after work one cold night and the mood had been generally light that whole day. So I was happy because I didn't think people from the Middle East could drink alcohol or even be around it so Matt wouldn't be there. All twelve of us settled at a large table in this trendy place. I'd never had a martini before, but wanted to try one. Nobody had warned me how powerful they were or told me to sip them and not chug them like beer. I got really happy really fast. We were all laughing and having a decent time when Matt walked in. Of course he had a really nice, stylish coat and was dressed up. He was wearing these expensive -looking leather shoes -- with no socks. What the hell? It was December. My mood declined when he sat right across from me. It was the only open chair. Bummer. He ordered a martini and was his usual popular self with all our coworkers. I sulked and stewed. Most of the guys I worked with had families and so the party kept getting smaller as people left. And then it was just the two of us left. I ordered two more martinis while he was still working on his first. That made me irrationally angry. Well, self-control wasn't the thing we had in common. He didn't even notice we were the only ones left because he was constantly on his goddamn cellphone. Talking quietly in his whatever language. He held a pinkie in his non-phone ear to block out the noise from other people. Arrogant. When he finished his conversation he looked around and noticed it was just us left. He felt as awkward as I felt drunk. I needed to order a Coke or something to sober up. I only lived a few a few streets over, but this town had an abundance of cops. A DUI would really wreck the night. When the waitress arrived, I ordered a soda. "Don't like martinis so much?" He actually spoke to me. I was feeling a tug-of-war between surprise and anger. "Actually too much. I've had five already". He smiled brilliantly. Perfect white teeth of course. "Here. Finish mine. I have a bad stomach and it's giving me fits right now". I had a roll of Tums in my pocket and offered him a couple. He chewed them appreciatively. I went back and forth from the soda the waitress brought and his mostly full martini. The tension was gone and he looked right at me. "Can I ask you something?" I was preparing myself for what I knew he was going to ask. "Why do you dislike me so much?" "I've been trying to figure that out" I said, staring down at the table "Maybe I just don't like how arrogant you are". "What? How?" "You think you're so perfect. You dress better than anybody and look perfect and are good at everything. You probably have a perfect life". I was drunk for sure. There was silence and I expected him to leave. "You really think I have a perfect life? Seriously?" Thank God it was Friday. I had the whole weekend to forget this exchange of words. On Monday I could just go back to hating him like normal. "Want to know who I was on the phone with?" He was so beautiful. "Your girlfriend?" "No. My mother who I live with. She has bone cancer and is going through chemo. She doesn't speak English and I'm the only person in the world she has to talk to". "Oh. Sorry". "You think I have a perfect life? I'm the only child of two immigrants from India. I was a baby when we got here. My dad dropped dead when I was three and we were so poor and then homeless for a year. My Mom did her best to find work and make sure I went to school. We scrapped and saved and survived. I bet your childhood was better". I looked down, ashamed. "Yeah". "Once I was old enough, I worked any terrible job I could find. I was 19 when I first started whoring". Whoa. i sucked as a human. "Yeah. I was out on the streets of St. Louis every single night. I caught every disease you can name. My health isn't so great now and I take about nine pills a day. I like to dress up because I feel like nice clothes because I feels like it disguises my past. Hides me". I lowered my head and felt so much shame. Instinctively, I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "I'm so, so sorry". "Now I've got a good job and my only living relative is dying. How's that for 'perfect'?" I looked up and saw that he was looking right at me. We'd avoided eye contact for so long that I forgot how extremely handsome this man was. "I apologized. I'll be different now. I'll be nice". I realized my voice sounded like a child's. I needed to leave now. I stood up and wobbled a little. "Let me drive you home. You're a little out of it". "Please". He led me out into the cold night, with his arm around my back. We got to his car -- which was way more modest than I would have ever guessed. It was junk, basically. Who knew? We got in and before either of us could fasten our seat belts, we started kissing. Maybe it was the booze or the intimacy of the conversation, but we made out for a good ten minutes right there in the parking lot. His stubble had rubbed my lips raw and his mouth tasted like some sort of paradise. There was an eventual stopping point. The heat had kicked on and he had talk radio on. "My mom always played talk or sports on the radio to help me speak English better". "I'd like to meet her". "Really? I'd love that! We're not far from our house. She's probably still awake, but she might not be feeling well right now. We can check and maybe watch TV or something". "Great". Were we boyfriends now? I had no experience at anything like this. I'd just had my first kiss five minutes ago. "Are you warm enough?" "Yeah. Why don't you ever wear socks?" He laughed. "You're drunk. And very American. We're always barefoot at home and I just hate wearing shoes, let alone socks. You grew up on a farm, right?" "Yeah. How did you know?" "Oh, I've asked around. I wanted to know more about you and what you were all about". Wow. I wondered what he heard, but we were suddenly at his house. It was very small and in a kind of crappy neighborhood. He parked in the crumbling driveway and insisted on getting out first and helping me up to the door. He nuzzled my neck a little. We kissed again for a few seconds and then he unlocked the door. I smelled garlic right away. I mean it had soaked into everything. Or maybe the smell was curry. Didn't Indian people eat lots of curry? I was such a hick. Matt kicked off his shoes right away. His feet were so hairy. I stood there dumbly with my coat still on. "Let me have your coat. She's got the thermostat on really high. I'll go see if she's still awake". I stood there in the front room and looked around. Everything was so neat and yet kind of chaotic at the same time. It seemed foreign. Barefooted Matt came back and said "She's passed out, but her breathing is good and steady". I smiled. "Good". "We can go watch TV in my room if you want". "OK" "At least take off your shoes. It's weird to see shoes in this house". So I stepped out of my loafers and arranged them neatly by the door. He led me to his room and I noticed it was small. Very small. My childhood bedroom was bigger. He clicked the television on, and It was that stupid comedy channel where they never show anything comical at all. He turned the volume way down. The TV was the only light we had which was fine by me. I was sure my eyes were red...and his were so beautiful. "Well, I'm going to get comfortable". He then stripped down to nothing. He was the hairiest man I'd ever seen. I could barely see his dick through all the bush he had down there. I guess he saw me looking. "Why don't you get naked too, Farm Boy". So I did. And then we laying on his twin bed, on top of the covers because it was so warm in here. I was lost. Where was this going? I wondered if I should do something or just try to sleep or watch whatever shit was on. He answered for me by climbing on top of me. He just stayed there and we looked at each other. God, he was hairy! And we was sweaty. He stretched out one arm and turned a bedside lamp. "I want you to see and remember everything about tonight. Promise you're not too drunk to remember this". "I'm good, Matt". "We'll see". He kissed me and ground his hips on mine for a long time. I felt his big boner and really wanted to see it. All of this was new. "If you really want me to see everything, you'll show me that dick of yours". He spread his knees and sat up. There it was. "Glorious" is the only word I had. It was beautiful like the rest of him. Not huge or anything, but very healthy-sized and hard as a rock. At first I thought he was uncut, but he wasn't....the doctor had just left him with a nice amount of foreskin. Or maybe he was. I had never seen another dick this close before. "You like?" "Can I kiss it?" He got lower and I took the head in my mouth. He didn't force anything at all. He left it up to me to suck as much of it as I wanted. He said something foreign under his breath and groaned. I was actually do this right. Amazing. I took him deeper and grabbed his perfect ass to let him know that he could take over. Oh boy, did he. He was riding my mouth for a while and getting more forceful. I wondered if he would ejaculate and wondered if I really wanted him to. And then he lifted away from me. "I don't want to cum anywhere near you, Farm Boy. We should stop now. We'll jerk off together or something". I pulled him back down to me and we kissed. Then I urged him up higher so I could have his butt on my face. I just wanted that. Badly. "Not the greatest idea, kid". I didn't listen to him. I pushed my lips up between his cheeks and planted a big kiss on his hole. He started to hesitate, but I held his legs and knew it was feeling good to him. And then he gave up and started to hump my mouth with his ass. I used my tongue and passion to guide his pleasure. I knew I what was doing somehow. He started moaning and muttering words in his language. But then it stopped. "We can't go any further!" "What if I want to?" "We can't because I have AIDS, you dumb hick!" "I'm not dumb". "Sorry. I just want to protect you. You're green and don't know anything". "I know I want you to make love to me". "No way. I don't even have condoms". "Perfect". "You don't know what you're asking for". "I'm not even asking at this point, Matt. You will fuck me!" He surrendered and started spreading my legs far apart. He planted that hairy dick in my ass. It hurt, but not horribly like I'd always thought. I'd felt more pain before -- just not in that spot. "God, this is a mistake". But he started thrusting, giving in to his natural urge to plant seed. His pace quickened and I reached around to grab his ass to make sure he didn't try to pull out. And then he wasn't moving anymore. He was completely still and whispering foreign words. We lay side by side silently for a minute or two. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" "I feel perfect". "We'll see". We slept together and I got to feel his hairy warmth all night. Matt's hairy feet were cold though, and I woke up every time they touched my leg, but I was so in love with him that I didn't care. So now we're a couple. I'm HIV+ and he hates that, but I'm strangely loving it. I told him "Now you have more family. We share the same DNA".

The oak planks beneath my feet felt solid even though the ship rocked to and fro. The Captain had sent for me, so as I made my way from his cabin under the sterncastle to the forecastle and the front of the ship I had to try to maintain my balance while avoiding my fellow crewmates. Well, OK, maybe I was not a part of the crew yet - at least in their eyes. I was too young, too inexperienced, too pampered and formerly rich to be a pirate. Plus I was the Captain’s boy - his ship wife if you will - although I had not been a boy in age for a few years according to my father. Yet having celebrated my 18th birthday just a few weeks prior to the pirates capturing the ship I was on and slaughtering most of the crew, I still often like a child in my new surroundings. Sea spray matted my hair and once I climbed the forecastle steps, and the Captain dismissed his Quartermaster - he roughly guided the wet wisps of matted blond hair off my face. He then pushed me to my knees, unbuttoned his silk britches and had me take his sugar stick in my mouth. He loved being watched and loved even more shooting his salty seed into my mouth while standing on the forecastle, his arms crossed, pretending he was the ultimate master in his foppish silk, colored clothes. The Captain’s clothing choices always made my eyes hurt as he relished the brightest colors and the shiniest silks. Yet underneath his peacock attire, was a tall, well built man with muscles earned by years at sea and a demeanor that was rough, brutal, and used to taking what he wanted, when he wanted it - including my mouth and arse. Once the Captain had filled my mouth, I swallowed, cringing at the bitter taste. I had learned quickly there was punishment to be had if I spit it out, so hiding my grimace, I took it, and then as he stepped back and buttoned up as I left him on the forecastle. These displays always brought unwanted attention to me and while I made my way back to the sterncastle and the cabin the powder monkeys and others whooped and cawed like a cackle of black birds at my passing. In the cabin I reached for the bottle of rum that was dangling by its neck from a rope in the mid-beam timber. I gulped once - the fire burning my throat - then again and swished it around to remove the foul taste. I had tilted the bottle up for a third swig when a voice said, “You know there are better things to be swallowing.” I turned and sighed as I looked upon the Quartermaster. He was so different than any man I had ever known, or any other man on the ship for that matter. In size, he was a good four or five hands taller than the rest and just as thick and wide. His skin was black as London coal and mottled with the scars of battles past - each worn as a badge of honor and medallion of victory. The Quartermaster, or Sir - I don’t know his true name as when asked he just said Sir - was the real power on the ship. The Captain pranced around and hollered and demanded and the crew would say, “Aye Capt’n”, and then would look to the Quartermaster for the simple nod or shake of his head that would either affirm or change the orders. There were several dark men of the islands on the ship’s crew and when I first expressed my surprise that he held the rank and position he did, Sir just chuckled and said, “It is not unknown for someone like me to serve the black flag. We all wish the same thing do we not?” I had seen my share of the atrocities done to men like him in my few short years and was honestly grateful to the Father Above that Sir had found his place in this world. “I saw you coming back from the bow and your morning feeding,” Sir chuckled. I scowled at his humor, wiped the last swig of rum from my lips, and knew better than to state what I was really thinking. He continued, “I figured you would need something warm, sweet, and filling to settle your stomach, so I held my morning water and instead of sloshing down the quarter gallery figured I would let it slosh around in your mouth.” Sir quickly loosened his canvas britches and let them drop to the floor as he steadied himself with his left hand against the timber frame. The ship rocked and I stumbled as I made my way over to him, but got on my knees and held firm against his thighs as the first hot droplets of nectar kissed my lips. I quickly open my mouth and began to gulp the hot waters he fed me. His dick head was large, dark, and ripe like the giant plums I used to snitch from our neighbor’s garden when I was a child. First thing in the morning he tasted just as wonderful. Not sweet - not bitter - but like wild venison dipped in fig sauce coated with the frothy green foam that seeped from it’s eye like from the churning of small waves against the hull. Sir was my Neptune - my king of the sea. I think Sir had been holding his water all night as he really filled me up. Once I was sure he was done, I stood up, licked my lips, and gave him a smile, as I knew what would come next. I made my way to the Captain’s desk and shoved a pile of maps and papers to the side. Sir walked up behind me and slid his calloused hands under my canvas shirt, up my sides, and then grabbed my chest hard. “TELL ME YOU WANT MY PEGO. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR ARSE, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir demanded. I had never heard such words and talk until I was taken by the pirates and even then I had to figure out what some things meant like ‘pego’, which was his tackle or manhood. Oh I had heard my father and others refer to their manhood but never imagined I would welcome another man bloody buggering me with his like I did Sir or that I would enjoy risking my eternal life as a bloody Sodomite. While I enjoyed taking him, feeling him push in, pull out, and then grant me his seed, I was also grateful. He saved me - quite literally on that first day. As Sir took me from behind, rough and deep, those memories came back. Our attempt to evade the dark ship that stalked over the horizon; the fighting and screams and blood; the death and pillaging. A group of the pirate crew had me cornered in my cabin and were arguing over whether to gut me, ransom me, or use me like a wench - or all three - when the Quartermaster showed up. He looked me up and down, barely acknowledging my nakedness, then barked to his crew that I was to be protected and kept safe as the Captain was in need of a cabin boy to replace the last one who had died of fever, so I would have to do. As one of the three top men on the ship, by rights, Sir could use me just as the Captain and the Bos’n did. The Captain and Bos’n wasted no time and spent my first night as pirate booty rutting on me like brutal wild animals. The Bos’n especially liked rutting me like a wild boar. He was a filthy beast and just as hairy and smelly as any boar I had seen but his tusk - well I have to admit his big tusk felt awful good banging my arse open and I knew I pleased him as he grunted loudly whenever he wet my insides. Yet, while I enjoyed his man tar coating my insides, it was the tar that often coated his hands that was the worst. The filthy man never washed and while my skin and flesh toughened up from the beatings his tar-covered hands and sticks gave me, the taste of his fingers being jammed in my mouth to suck on as he rutted always left my insides heaving like the worst storm. Tar belongs on the timbers and oaks, not in my mouth! “MY POX IS DRIPPING FROM YOUR CUNNY - MAKING IT ALL HARD FOR YOU! TELL ME YOU WANT ME IN YOUR CUNNY! TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir said, breaking my memories and focusing me back on the moment. The heat and pain he caused when he entered me were either the coal fires of Hell burning my soul or the Fire Sword of the Angel Gabriel protecting me. His manhood was massive, but the burning it caused was nothing compared to the wonder he stirred and the feelings of pleasure he gave me when he let me serve him like this. From the moment he saved me, Sir showed me kindness and mercies. Small things really I guess, but in this world, they were huge. A kind word, an extra crust of bread, a firm but gentle touch on the shoulder, a new canvas shirt when the bloodied, torn, and ruined shirt I had when captured became nothing more than nesting fodder for the ship’s mice and rats. Between satisfying the desires of the Captain, the Bos’n, and trying to learn my duties so I didn’t get slapped, kicked, or beat for disobedience, I had little time to wonder about the quiet, scary looking Quartermaster. That is until one morning a few weeks in after the Captain had buggered me and left me in his cabin, naked, afraid, and confused. Sir had come in to look at the charts but paused when he saw me on the floor huddled against the desk. I stood up, afraid I would get beat if I did not offer, so I bent over the desk and waited. Sir’s breathing got labored; the oak creaked with each step as he stepped closer. Gently he ran a finger down the ridges on my back left by the Bos’n. I was shaking and expected him to just take me. The air crackled like a storm was approaching and the hairs on my arms raised, my flesh dimpled; yet Sir held back and just said, “I’ll come back shortly. Take what time you need. I believe the Captain will be wanting his spyglass.” That evening, when taking the Captain’s dinner tray back to the galley to the cook, I paused just long enough to accept an apple from a small linen bag he had sitting on the counter. His toothless grin when he handed it to me was all the explanation he could give having no tongue with which to speak. I nodded and smiled in appreciation and tucked it under my shirt. The Captain was fast asleep by now and the watch was late, so I stayed in the shadows to avoid the few men that were up as I made my way to the Quartermaster's cabin. I tapped the stout wooden door with my finger, not wanting to make noise knowing how it could carry in the ship. I tapped again, the door latch creaked, the door cracked open, and the Quartermaster held out the metal lamp to see who had need of him. The lamp swayed back and forth as its faint light, cast by the stub of a single candle, let him see enough to know it was I. He opened the door, I stepped in, the door closed, latched, and I shivered with a chill like from a cold winter’s morning. “Are you OK? Is the Captain OK? What’s happened?” The Quartermaster said with a tinge of anxiousness in his voice. “Quart...Quartermaster, Sir, I….” He gently laid his hand on my quaking shoulder, “Just Sir. Just call me Sir. It’s OK boy, begin again.” I really didn’t know what to say so I just reached into my shirt, pulled out the small apple and held it up for him to see. A gift. A token. A thanks. Sir smiled, stepped to the back of his cabin, hung his lamp on the small hook by his bunk, and sat on the edge. It was then I realized he was completely naked. The small flames and the light of the moon reflected off the calm seas cast dancing shadows over his night skin and I was mesmerized. He casually shifted his long, thick manhood off his left thigh and patted his bunk, “Come. Sit with me and share this bounty. Did Cook give this to you? You did not steal it did you? You must know that taking things - stealing - is a severe punishment.” I thought that was a funny sort of thing for a pirate to say, but I had also seen they had some weird rules - known and unknown - so I held my tongue and just nodded. Sir pulled a knife that was jammed into the side timbers out, held up the apple, and cut a thick slice off and handed it to me. The juice dripped across his thigh and onto my hand and I laughed in delight as I figured the apple would have been dry and nothing more than a husk. I eagerly chewed it and swallowed and Sir did the same. He shared another piece with me, then a couple more. With the apple’s flesh consumed and nothing left but the seeds and toughest bit of the core, Sir jammed the knife back into the timber, looked at me, then reached out and with a tenderness I had not known from even my own father, gently wiped the smalls bits and juice from the corners of my mouth and lip. His face was mostly shadows as he licked his fingers clean. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and firmly grasped his stiff manhood and gasped in wonder at its size and warmth and his aching need. He squeezed my wrist painfully, “DON’T,” he hissed. With all my strength I slid my hand up, then down, feeling the slickness of his manhood, the roughness of the skin rash and chancres, the wetness of the pustules as they seeped open onto my hand. Was that why he had never wanted me? I let him shift my hand away from his body and smiled as I held my coated hand to my face and inhaled. The smell clung to my nostrils, filled my throat, made my chest clench, and only increased my hunger. I stood up and Sir watched me in confusion as I pulled my canvas shirt and britches off. My eyes locked with his as I kneeled before him, grasped his pox timber with both hands, and guided it to my mouth. BY THE SAINTS HE TASTED WONDERFUL! Sir’s manhood pulsed and twitched with every flick of my tongue, depositing a stew of sweat, pox juice, man dripping, and more. I moaned as I suckled on the tip, drinking him up, pleasuring him with a small kindness. Sir’s head was back, his mouth open, his hand’s gripping the side of the bunk as I stroked his shaft, mouthed the tip, and cupped his balls. I had to feel him inside me, but I knew he was too big. I would not be able to take him like I did the Captain and Bos’n. I stopped my work, stood up, climbed onto the bunk and wedged myself between the bulkhead wall and Sir’s back. He twisted, looked at me, then turned his body and lay on the bunk beside me - his face to mine - his shaft pressing in need against my body. Sir’s face was all dark shadows now, so I gently ran the fingers of my left hand over his head, down his jaw line, across the crooked bridge of his nose, to his mouth. When I withdrew my fingers from his lips he slid his right arm over my back, pulled me tightly towards him and began kissing me with burning intensity. The Captain and Bos’n had never kissed me. No man had. They had only used my mouth in other ways. This - this was so different, so… Back in the present, Sir had withdrawn his shaft from my backside and was using the long nails on his right hand to scratch and claw at me like a mountain lion gutting a lamb, “YOU WANT ME TO STOP?” Sir asked, knowing full well I would never ask that. “I WANT TO SEE THAT CUNNY SWOLLEN - RED - OVERFLOWING WITH MY POX. I WANT THAT CUNNY RIPE FOR MY SEED - SWELLING AS I FILL YOU UP!” Sir slammed back into my now even bloodier arse. That first night, after he had kissed me and explored every inch of my body with his hands, our sweaty bodies entangled, was the first time I had felt safe. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, fear, unknown of the past weeks was swept away with the tides. I had an anchor now. An anchor that would hold me steady through whatever storm may blow. “Please, please go inside me,” I asked Sir. He stroked the side of my head, “You don’t know what you are asking. I can’t. I musn’t.” I guided his hand from my head down between my legs so he could feel how wet and moist my body was. I let go, flipped over so my back was now to him, and lifted my right leg up and back exposing my hole. Sir sucked in a lung full of breath like the hiss of an adder snake about to strike. I nestled my head in the crook of his left arm, scooted my body back a little so I was firmly pressed against him. His choice now was to either enter me or let me push him off the bunk. OK, well maybe I could not have pushed him off because he is a lot bigger than me, but still, in that moment, I didn’t know how else to ask him to give me what I needed. “FUCK ME SIR!” I begged as I pushed my ass back onto his swollen rod, using the rocking motion of the ship to harpoon me like a fish. Sir obliged, fucking me with a roughness I would come to love and need. While over the course of the past months he had fucked me in just about every place imaginable on the ship, his favorite was still having me bent over the Captain’s desk. The stains of red, pox, and arse left on the oak floors was one more reminder for the Captain of who was really in charge. I arched my back as Sir grabbed my right leg and hefted it higher. He began stabbing at my puckered flesh with his fingers; his nails scraping my skin away like the barnacles that clung to the ship’s hull. This was a pain I wanted. This was a pain I had to have. His fingers found their mark and my body stiffened and I cried out. Sir cupped his left hand over my mouth to silence me and while the beating of my heart pounded in my ears as the waves pounded the planks of the bulkhead, Sir continued to create the wetness he needed. I could tell from the tenseness of his body he was going to take me. All doubt was erased when, with two fingers firmly buried in me like gill hooks and he whispered, “TELL ME YOU WANT THIS - TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX. I HAVE TRIED TO BE KIND AND GENTLE WITH YOU. WHY OR WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DESIRE THIS?” I moaned in pleasure as Sir’s fingers dug at the nub in my arse, making it swell and oil up. I could feel his fingers getting slicker. “I WANT IT,” I said with all the effort I could muster. “TAKE ME MY LORD. I AM YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT SIR. AT YOUR GRACE AND MERCY MY MASTER GIVE ME YOUR SEED.” I yelped as Sir clamped his hand back over my mouth and forced his pox meat into my arse. The slickness let him slide in a bit, but then he caught up like a wayward ship running a-shoal. Before my body and mind could process the intense burning and pain he had inflicted, in one motion he pulled me closer, rolled his body onto mine, pressed my head firmly into the molded straw of the bunk’s padding and boarded me as he buried himself deep inside me. Lighting flashed bright and white behind my closed eyes as Sir pushed into me deeper and deeper. My body instinctively tensed and tried to push out the invader to no avail. All at once my resistance gave way and the deluge of his pox manhood began. Wave after wave of pox seed crashed and churned inside me. Sir pumped and pumped to expel it all and I took it. At the time it felt like he had spent an entire night’s watch filling me up, but I know that cannot be. “TAKE MY POX - THAT’S IT - OPEN THAT CUNNY UP - TAKE IT ALL - HARLOT CUNNY FOR ME!” Sir exclaimed as he filled me with his morning blessing. Far too soon his shrinking manhood slid from inside me. I quickly knelt and lapped up the sticky, pox remnants left on his mast and once I was done, I stood up, hefted my canvas britches up, looked at Sir, and knowingly asked, “SEE YOU TONIGHT?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

A willing Poz fella The guy had been messaging me for a while, you the type not to many details but was making suggestive playful messages of what he’d like to do with me. I was curious and after a few weeks told him to stop messaging me and get his fucking arse round. No contact well that’s that another timewaster. A month went past and I got the Hey message pop up it was the fella again, saying he couldn’t stop think about me fucking him and he asked me for a time to meet. Having deleted his mails I said stop it right there you send me a picture of your face body and arse before I’ll do anything. Next day this email arrived with attachments (his pictures) this fella was very early twenty’s at best, dark haired and very twinky, what surprised me has just how hairy he was for one so young (not my thing at all) anyway if he showed up I’d deal with that. Once again I explained that I was Poz and that I only fucked raw and that is exactly what he would get if he manned up and came round. Silence again…..then later he messaged me and said he was good with it. So I sent him my address and told him to be round first thing in the morning, still not expecting him to turn up. The next day I was awake early, logged on and he wasn’t on line, no show was running through my head….about 11am the door bell rang postman I thought WRONG John (name changed) had manned up… “Once you step in I’ll be owning your arse and you know what that means”, he nodded his head and stepped in. Right lets see I’m thinking closing and locking the door behind me, studying my prey about 5ft 8 no more than 130 pounds in the flesh not stunning looking but not bad either, “on your knees” lets see how obedient he is, straight down….. “right what do you want from me John”…. “Please can you teach me all about raw sex with men” John said quietly. Ok Stand up and follow me, I had him under my control now and not being a complete bastard I thought lets take this slow as I could see he was a little nervous, we sat in the kitchen for a while as I made coffee and I spoke to him about why he was doing this, turns out he wanted into porn but was getting knocked back because of his looks and lack of experience. What he was looking for from me was to sex him up teach him how to be the best cum hound he could be….. “OK John, think its time to see what we are working with and start your training” he seemed quit relaxed now. So we made are way to my fun room which was set up with a range of BDSM gear, Sling, ST Andrews Cross and a good range of toys, John surprised me by saying he was looking forward to seeing all of this, “it’ll be more fun when you become part of it….. “Strip” John was out of his clothes in a flash and dam was he a hairy little fucker…his cock was good 6 inches with a nice set of low hangers (Hairy!!!)….OK John I’m going to give you a new look, taking him by the hand and attaching him to the St Andrews Cross….First your going to lose the hair, first stage would be clippers then wet shave and finally hairy removal cream (which would smart a bit),his arm pits got it first, chest, legs leaving his back, sack and crack till last…Once I finished the first stage he looked mighty fine and I thought lets see how he takes to nipple clamps and boy did he howl J but he looked great, once he had calmed down I added some weight to stretch them explaining to him it would be easier when I gave him his nipple rings, this made him look frightened “remember John when you stepped in you knew the rule, I own your arse” Stage 2 Sack, back and crack the guy was now completely stripped of his hair, clearly he liked to look as I couldn’t stop looking at himself in the large mirror opposite, now the hair removal cream too really clean him off, I got it from the fridge so it was nice and cold to start with…I inserted a ball gag, he would need it then applied the cream knowing it would feel cold and then the burning would start…..5 minutes in he was bucking around, time to wash him off, now completely cleaned up I took some pictures….he was now fucking sexy but something was missing, I know a cock ring to start with. I got a thick silver one out and decided to give him a blow job at the same time, slipping the ring over his cock and ball made the blood flow through his cock which looked like it was ready to explode and I know from experience once I had eased his foreskin back that the head would become huge….ok time to get serious with him I stripped and he got to see my body for the first time, my cock which was of similar size was rock hard and being gym fit I knew he was lusting after me….I sank to my knees and gave him a blow job his pre cum was so sweet, with my lips I peeled his foreskin back and his cock head grow in my mouth, soon enough I was going down all the way on him and he erupted a thick wad of cum into my mouth which I deposited into a small bowl for later…removing his ball gag I said how was that….. “fuck I love it” he said. Giving him a minute I released him and went and got some drinks. I return to find him checking himself out in the mirror… “like it” I said “sure do” ok time for you to get fucked up I think, taking him to the padded saw horse I attached him face down and butt up. Moving round I said you have a choice of lube I can use a bit of spit to open you up with or I can use your cum from earlier, would you like cum or spit…. “cum please” good choice. Right open your mouth make my cock good and wet…he gagged at first but soon got the hang of it….this guy was worth the wait, taking my cock out I moved round to the object soon to be my conquest his puckered hairless hole, I rimmed him for a while until I could wait any longer, applying his cum to the head of my cock and his hole I pushed hard until his spinster opened up and my head popped in, holding it there until he became use to it I said how does it feel “fuck so good, I want it all” “you want my POZ seed in you don’t you” “YES please breed me, Poz me up” before he finished I pushed hard and went balls deep and slowly fucked him for a while…dam he was dry so pulling out I decided to use the rest of his cum and wank another load out of him which took no time at all. I used two fingers to open him up again and pored his cum in his hole. Quickly moving in I pushed balls deep in one hard thrust, his cum in his hole felt so good, this time I rammed him so hard I knew I has hitting his prostrate as he blow another load, this guy could cum for England, it didn’t take to much longer for my balls to start to tighten but I didn’t want it yet! So I pulled out noticing the small trail of blood on my cock, that’s good my bug would ease into his blood stream for sure. Getting my tightest cock ring on the head of my cock now fully swollen I pushed back in the hot hole he screamed “Fuck that feels so fucking thick” picking up the pace I said tell me what you want John “breed me, POZ me up, breed me deep” that was it no stopping now my cum made its way to the head of my cock and one final deep push released its poison seed deep into his fuck shoot “arhh fuck yes take my poison seed you little cumslut”, my cock was spitting cum long and hard in this fresh guys hole and he was loving it…. To be continued

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Well said, there is a huge difference between a man's hole and a woman's pussy. As predominantly a top and bi I can tell you from plenty of experience they are not the same Besides she has an arsehole just the same as any man although it's incredibly rare to find a woman's shitter that feels as good as a man's anus.The majority of true pussy n cunt aren't as hot and sweet as a man's rear end They generally can't suck cock as good either but they are a lot prettier I often find myself in the opposite predicament as the topic of the OP. I'll be stuck with a raging hard on that pulses, spasms and twitches like crazy and so fucking rigid I can barely keep it from bursting out in public. At that point I really, badly need a hot, sexy bottom to fuck senseless,make. him come over n over until I blow my massive load deep inside him. If I've no choice than some dirty hooker's arsehole will do at a pinch but nothing beats a real masculine bottom to unload in Anyway SpermMyCumhole I'm not pretending to be gay,can't claim to be straight either. Not for over a decade now. I'm cannot be fucked pretending nor make any claims except one, you plant yourself on my cock n you won't be wanting to get off it mid way through nor will I be mentioning anyones cunt of pussy lol. In fact, if you go around punching tops that piss you off then you're my kind of bottom

Well unfortunately the next time wasn't quite as fruitful, but I did still get 2 loads. The second guy was a big black dude with a thick 8-incher. He held me down on the bed and pummeled me with his cock until I almost couldn't take it any more. A loud grunt, one deep thrust, and I could feel his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into my guts. Amazing!

How about "That was really hot the other day. Are you up for a repeat?" The sex was good, and I want more is a pretty good reason to reach out to a trick. The way you approached him (I looked awful. No wonder you wanted me gone.) is totally the teenage drama queen approach. Just tell him what you want (to see/fuck/breed him again). It is WAY too soon to talk about feelings or anything, but you seem to have made a good sexual connection. After you fuck a second time, ask him if he would like to get a drink or coffee some time. If he is happy to fuck you but doesn't want to hang out, then at least you are on your way to a good fuck buddy.

Went to the bunker in Paris last night. V dark room. I leant against a cushioned bench, bent over ass ready. Quite a lot of people milling around and stuff strarting to. Happen but not for me. The I felt a hand brush my cheeks and feel my hole,,he stopped and guided his prick in. Damn, he was wearing a condom! But still, nice to get the first fuck. His cock semi stiff went it went in, hardened as he,thrust in and out. He grunted pulled out and left. I put my fingers up my ass, he had stealthed me! I could feel the stickiness inside me. A few more fucks and loads, and then I git team tagged. Again first guy fingers my hole, can feel the stickiness and pushes hi cock head in. It's really wide but with a nudge he breaks through and he is in, in cum heaven! He thrusts deeply and slowly, I can feel the cute churning and on his cock as he pulls for the longer strokes. I reach under and feel his tight balls. He starts to thrust harder, with longer strokes, every now and then pulling out, I gasp at the emptiness but love the feel of th cum leaking out. He fucks me like this for a good ten minutes. Then speeds up , I start to back onto him, I want this cum. He pushes deep and unloads with a groan, keeps thrusting fucking his cum into me, and eventually pulls out still semi hard and a big gob of cum comes with it. As I reach up to feel my warm runny hole another cock slides in. This is narrower, but flares at the base, he pushes in through the cum, his dick is already really hard and the cum is running down is cock out of my ass. We get into a rhythm as I back onto him as he thrusts in, we are both working this really hard! He pulls out and slams in, and again. His breath starts to get raggedy so I push back harder and he really groans, shoots his load in me and holds me there, on the end of his cock. We stay like that for a few minutes while he loses hardness and slops out. My hole is a complete mess, hot with cum, batttered, open, cum dribbling out. A great fuck!

If I'm letting a stud fuck me raw, it's already implied that he has the green light to unload deep in my hole. Any bottom who lets a top fuck him raw but makes him pull out shouldn't bareback at all.

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

My mouth was watering for big black cock and my hole was absolutely on fire. Scott grabbed a butt plug and inserted it into himself with a quick eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-the-head effect. "Feel good, pig?" I asked......he just nodded and licked his lips and walked over to add more crystal to our pipe. We definitely wanted it ready for our hung black guest of honor. The torch heated the pipe and and that familiar crackle sound and the hum of the torch filled the room when a loud knock hit the door. Neither of us had checked messages recently. Scott smirked and handed me the pipe and torch and headed for the door. I hit that pipe and blew out a huge cloud. I heard a very deep voice introduce himself as Tyrell and heard his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor practically before the door closed behind him. As I walked over to the foyer, Scott was doing what he was born to do....on his knees deep throating that beautiful thick black cock. Tyrell loved it and motioned for the pipe. We passed it back and forth and he was telling us that he had come from a gang bang. Scott groaned at those words and I have to admit it turned me on, too and we both looked at each other wondering if there could be more in our near future. Tyrell got comfortable and motioned toward the bed. Clearly he was ready to fuck some white ass. He bent me over and ate my hole for a good four or five minutes. I had to have that huge piece. I crouched down a bit and offered him my pink fuck hole. He spit on his cock and slid the head in past my hungry lips. I felt that monster disappear deep inside me and he started to droll me with deep deliberate strokes. Scott hit the pipe, egging us on. We decided to switch up and Scott got on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles spreading his legs wide for our new buddy. Tyrell stepped a couple feet to his left and started plowing that hungry cunt. It wasn't long before his breathing became more intense and he grunted every couple of seconds.....finally dropping that sweet nut that we were so fucking crazed for. Tyrell assured us there'd be another round or two and I exited to prepare some G/gatorade cocktails.

We open the door to find Nate with his sexy buddy. They come in and set their things on the countertop. Scott and I both only have jockstraps on (sweaty and cum-stained, mind you) - so the fellas also begin to get more comfortable. Nate hits the pipe and Scott lets Nate's huge dick escape and gets down to sucking. Nate moans and his eyes rolling to the back of his head showed us how good he was feeling. Our new buddy was taking it all in....and hit the pipe a few times too. I leaned in for a shotgun and gave him some tongue to which he reciprocated hotly. He stood about 5'10" probably 195 or so. Cornfed midwestern football player looking mother fucker. He was definitely a turn on. I watched him smoke a little and started to loosen his jeans for him. He wasn't wearing underwear which was really hot. His cock flopped out and he was sporting major beer can wood. Probably 6 or 7 inches but thick as fuck! Scott greedily turned his attention to that monster and I dove into that beefy, hairy butt. It was a little sweaty and a hint of cum. Nate's cum I assumed. After a few minutes I couldn't resist much longer and stood up and pushed my jockstrap aside and let my hard cock rest against his hairy butt. He wanted it as much as I did and backed up a bit and took my dick in his hand - guiding it closer to his hole. We fucked against the countertop for a few minutes and Nate fucked Scott's sloppy hole right beside us. Pretty fucking intense. Nate pumped out another hot load in Scott and headed to the rest room. We temporarily stopped our play to smoke a bit more and change the porn DVD. Nate had to depart but left it up to his buddy whether to stay or leave with him. Obviously, we were hoping he'd stay but he needed to let his dogs out. Reality check, I guess. and didn't realize that the sun was about to rise. Jotted down our names, numbers and the address for him and told him to come back in a bit. He didn't confirm or deny but we could tell he was definitely pondering the thought. It wasn't more than 5 minutes or so later that he sent a text asking for the pipe to be loaded and the door unlocked for another round in about 45 minutes. Fuck yea!

While Scott was cleaning and licking every inch of that black cock, i knelt down to play with his sloppy hole. It was warm and wet and I stuck two fingers in to play with the cum and to keep his hole hungry - although I knew that wasn't going to be a problem since Nate's load was tina-charged. Nate told us to continue having fun and that he had some errands to run and would check back with us later. I certainly hoped so because I wanted that raw black dick inside me. He left us the with the pipe, the lighter and a baggie of meth. As the door shut, I struck the lighter so Scott could tear open the bag to load the pipe. We were both rock fucking hard and passing the pipe back and forth. VerbaI piggy talk as i fucked his muscle butt....all cummy and sloppy. We hit the pipe again and decided it was time to for a scenery change. We agreed that if we came across some hot fuckers we'd stay at the sex club and drain some cock for a bit. If not, we'd head back to Scott's and play some more and log in to bbrt/a4a/scruff to hunt for bareback dick. There wasn't much of interest in the club, at least not in present view. So, we decided to head out. We're back at Scott's both high as fuck and we had two hot studs back to back with big dicks that wanted to pump bareback (even though the profiles said safe). Scott thinks he had at least 5 loads in by that point so I asked him to sit on my face and let me munch. I sucked that throbbing hole and ate as much nut as I could. When you think about it, it's really fucking hot to eat stranger's loads out of your buddy's muscle ass. I shared the cum remnants on my tongue for him and we kissed deeply when there was another knock on the door. Paolo was a neighbor in Scott's building and we'd all played a couple times. Always safe, unfortunately and never fucked up on tina. He said he saw horny and saw us both online and figured we were together. He was barely in the doorway before we had his pants down. A really sexy fucker with a thick Brazilian accent and a thick Brazilian cock. He was quite horned up so we knew we had a decent chance of getting him to bareback one of us. Scott was performing his usual deep throat magic while I was laying back on the bed staring into his eyes and fingering my fuzzy hole. He kept licking his lips and eventually nudged his way onto the bed and grabbed me by the ankles to line his raw cock up to my hole. He teased the tip and it felt so hot and I knew he wanted to shove it deep and breed my ass. He overthought it, though, and pulled back and hopped to his jeans to get a rubber. Obviously, I was disappointed but I still wanted Paolo's pole. And he clearly wanted my hole. He pounded the shit out of me for three or four minutes before blasting. My God I was so envious of that fucking rubber. As he pulled out, I gently grabbed his cock and the rubber and said I'd take care of it and darted off to the bathroom. Scott escorted our Brazilian stud out and joined me in the bathroom. Of course I saved the rubber with Paolo's huge cum wad. I emptied it onto Scott's tongue and we passionately made out for a few minutes sharing that tasty DNA. We knew it was time to kick it up a notch. And we wanted Nate back - or at least some other huge black cock. Like clockwork, we hear a text alert on Scott's phone. It's Nate and he's dropping a buddy off in the neighborhood and was wondering if we were still 'up'. Scott jokingly said to swing by his place before dropping his buddy off. There was a couple seconds of silence on the other end while Nate was probably pondering .... and finally said, "ok cool, we can drop by for a minute." We scrambled for a minute or two to clean up the condo a bit - you know how it can be in a sketchy state. And before we knew it, another knock on the door.....

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Going Back Home (Part 1) My name is Tyler, I'm 21 (almost 22) and at 5' 10" and about 140 lbs, I have a tight, lean body, hair in all the right places and trimmed where is important. My cock is (probably) of that bottoms dream of at nearly 8". I left this little, one stop light town over 2 years ago with no regrets and never looked back. So why did I return for a long weekend visit, or person I could never forget, my best friend Chase. We were best friends all through high school and discovered a mutual love for gay sex one night when we had been put on a double date. I went out with some nameless skank and Chase took out my sister. Neither of us scored (not that I tried, my eyes were always on chases ass). We dropped the girls at my house and went with chase back to his place. Chase was an only child and his bedroom was very private so as we sat on his queen size bed in only our boxers or conversation turned to sex (as any 18 year old brain was centered). We were both easily turned on and when my had brushed his growing cock chase let a low moan out. I took this as my cue and moved in for more. Before chase knew what was going I had him naked and I was moving in for a kiss. That was the first night (of many) where I fucked him and bred his tight hole. We didn't know anything about safe sex and continued his regular breeding until the day I left. After I headed for the big city he took up with my sister and 'knocked within weeks of my leaving. I hard they had 2 twin boys and saw pics of the family. I had did not go back then to see the new kids, so you may be asking 'Why am I back I town' now? I had a plan and Chase was it! I came in for four days only contacting Chase, asking him to not say a word to anyone. I told him I needed to see him alone and hoped he'd be able to get away for a couple days. Since he and my sister never got married and he still lined at home so that he could give all his extra money to my sister and his kids. I texted Chase the second I got into town, getting a room at a cheap hotel I the edge of town. I asked fire a room I the backside of the property trying to give us some privacy. When I heard a knock on the door I knew it was my conquest. The moment came through the door and I could tell immediately by the bulge in his jeans, the smile on his face and the gleam in his eye he was happy to see me. It didn't take long before I offered him a 'drink', Coke with GHB to heighten his mood & help loosen him up (although I don't think he was going to need to it, the look on his face told me the he missed my cock). What i wanted the G for was to help introduce him to the joys of chem sex and to get him to beg for my poz seed. When I got to the city it didn't take me long to discover Tina and all the ways to enjoy her along with bottoming. I'm not really sure when I got pozzed, but I knew that I was toxic and prime to pass it onto my target. This was part of my plan to get him to come back to the city with me. I don't know if it was the G or his missing me, but we were both naked in minutes. Chase didn't waste much time getting my hard cock down his throat as I rubbed one hand through his brown hair and the other over his lean body. I knew what he wanted, but I had a better place for my saved up cum. I hadn't cum in nearly a month since I discovered my new 'status' (which want easy with the guys I knew in the city). I could tell if I let Chase continue his work he'd have me cumming in seconds before I stopped him and pulled him up for his first man-on-man kiss. He allowed my tongue into his mouth and I knew at that exact moment he would be mine! It was now my turn to orally pleasure my friend. As I kissed and licked my way down my friends skinny, slim body, I could tell how much Chase missed me as his fingers were tangled in my long red hair as I took his hard 7" cock into my mouth as Chase verbally let me know how much he missed me. While I had my friend a 'little' distracted I pulled out my Tina tainted lube (this is my social blend with enough T in it to get his so high that I'll be able to get him not only begging to be pozzed, but to go back to th city with me). I pushed his legs back and turned his ass up so I’d have better access to it. I leaned in to give Chase his first ever rim job. I knew this would (hopefully) break down all resistance in his body and allow me to slip in a shard or two ( or three or four) into his neg hole. As I began to lick, tease and stimulate Chase through his first rim job he couldn’t help control from moaning. I took a couple minutes to ask if he was liking my eating his ass, to which he replied, ‘Fuck yeah, you can do anything you want to me, I missed you.’ That was my cue and I picked up (what was probably) the largest shard of T I had and held it over his quivering hole. Chase looked up as me and asked what it was, I simply told him it was crystal and was about to rock his world allowing him to focus in on his hole and the infinite amount of pleasure he could experience. Without another word I dropped the shard on his slightly open hole before I pushed it inside. I then alternated between licking and fingering as I sunk the T in deeper and deeper while Chase moaned and said that he felt it burning. I kissed his inner thigh as I let him know that that was normal and would soon fade as I took a second shard and slipped in inside with two fingers, followed by a third shard. All the while I continued to lick and shove my tongue into his hole. By the time he was ready for the fourth shard his hole easily stayed open and I simply dropped it in. Looking down at my friend I asked if he was ready for me to own his ass? His reply was simple, Oh god yes! Since I knew he had not been fucked since I left town nearly 3 yrs ago I asked if he was sure he wanted me to fuck him like I used to and breed him. Not like I was going to give him a choice, but I did have some ‘specially prepared’ rubbers just in case. Chase was the typical dumb fuck country bumpkin, as I lubed up my cock with the Tina laced lube he told me that the few times he fucked my sister he never used protection. That’s why she got ‘knocked up’ shortly after I left town. He figured there was no way I could get him pregnant. I was thinking that this was too easy as I slowly sank my lubed up cock inside him, quickly bottoming out on the first stroke. I wanted the first few fucks to be memorable. I could see Chase slipping deeper and deeper into a Tina fuelled haze as I pulled out my pipe and began to get high myself. Chase asked about the pipe. I let him know it was the same stuff I dropped into his ass. He dumbly asked if he could have a toke. But in his position the only thing I could do was shot-gun the smoke to him. After a few hits form myself and a couple more shot-gunned to him, chase was well on his way to knowing the joys of chem sex. I dropped two loads inside Chase before I pulled out. The first time I egged him on to ask for my load, for me to shoot my dirty seed in him. On the second load I got him begging for me to get him pregnant. Each load was delivered with a deep passionate kiss.

Ok, first time posting so bare with me. The following story takes place a couple of years ago when I first turned 18; I'd been together with the same woman since my freshman year of high school and had only had a thought or two about anything gay, I hadnt even kissed a man yet. On that fateful night I was sexually frustrated; my gf had gone to Barbados with her parents for a week and masterbating didnt cut it anymore, so I was horny and losing patience. The second night she was gone I had been trying to get off watching some porn but was slowly getting annoyed cus I couldnt get hard. It was then, in my stoned haze, my fingers wandered down to my tight asshole and started lightly brushing the entrance. I stopped after the first finger opened me open and, embarassed, I began rolling a joint. I started smoking and looking for another porn vid to help me cum, somehow drifting into gay porn. I was halfway through a scene of a large black man stretching a tiny white boy with his massive cock that I took notice of my own fingers; sloppily playing with my hole like a womans pussy. I wasnt embarassed this time though and instead going over scenarios in my head, meeting a black god and letting him take my anal virginity. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was because I was so horny; either way I hopped on google to look for a way to meet men. I was too nervous to try an app, afraid it would show up on my phone plan, and felt craigslist was my best bet for discretion. So off I went, taking sexy pucs for my ad and my gf the furthest thing from my mind. All i could think of was being loved by a real man, a new sensation almost too intoxicating for me to handle. After a painfully long twenty minutes, I had my first reply; 38, 6ft2, ripped like hercules with five images attached of a monstrous 9in cut cock. That was the first of many times I felt my pussy wink. I gave him the address of my gfs parents house, where I wait alone with my right hand fingering myself at the thought of what was about to happen. There was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat, I opened it to find the sexiest man Ive ever seen in real life. He was easily double my size; me being 5ft6, 130lbs, lean and toned. I walked him into the bedroom and expressed that it was my first time with a man with anxious shaking in my voice. "Dont worry, boy, Ill take things nice and slow..." He with a deep and sensual growl, he removed his shirt and instructed me to get undressed. Removing my pants first, leaving my boxers on, I took my shirt off; only for him to be towering above me once I was able to see again. He gripped my freshly-shaved chin and tilted my head upwards, splitting my lips open with his massive tongue and started gently massaging my own tongue. I fell into his massive build, the warmth of his body heating me like a furnace, his large hands slipped my boxers to the floor and began kneeding my tiny ass with such sexual force it had me moaning like Id only ive heard my gf moan. I was releasing deep slutty moans each time his tongue left my mouth to take a breath. "Mmm...you like my tongue that much, boy?" He asked, running his tongue across my lips; i instinctually lapped at him with my tongue until we were drowning in one anothers spit once again. At some point his manly fingers had found, and subsequently entered, my tight boy-pussy. "Ill take that as a yes." He laughed, removibg one hand from my ass to unbutton his pants and allow them to fall to the floor. I didnt have to see it, I could feel his massive god cock pressing into my tummy; his heavy balls draped over my painfully hard cock. "On your knees." The god ordered with a slap on my ass, I sank to my knees and came face-to-face with his ebony python; illuminated in an orange glow from the dim light and dripping a stream of precum into a puddle between us. "...oh." I said when the monster jumped, the god laughed and brushed the back of my head; bringing my closer to his meat. "Show it some love...pretend we're kissin again." He said soothingly. I gulped, this is it, after I inevitably swallow this perfect cock Ill never be able to be with my gf the same ever again... I tried shoving his entire cock down my throat in one go, gagging violently and pulling away; only for my godly love to force his rod back into my mouth, his pubes shoved into my nose and I breifly tried to fight it before giving in. He fucked my throat so deep and for so long that I my voice came out raspy and raw. "Please...be my first?" I laud down on my beck and opened my legs like id seen my gf do when shes too drunk and really horny. "I want you inside me." I growled and he lept on top of me, his cock sliding into my ass crack; the warmth caused my hole to twitch like a strobe light. "You got a condom, boy?" The god asked while aiming his dick at my pussy. I thought, only for a split second, about the box of condoms in the bedside table but instead found myself pushing my ass closer; until his cock-head was halfway inside of me. He smiled and grunted, bending his head to invade my mouth with his loving tongue again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his wide waist while he slowly pushed his 9in throbbing monster into my virgin hole. Eventually his head tore passed my first ring and I moaned like a whore, spit trailing between our mouths like slugs, his tongue returned to my mouth and I attempted to open my hole wider for him. Over the course of the next thirty minutes he was balls deep and we were both glistening with sweat. "How you feelin'?" He breathed deeply, staring me in the eyes, his mouth slick with our spit. "Make me yours." I said hungrily and he dove back into my mouth, now feeling free to start pumping my pussy. It hurt only for a few minutes, but the next hour was nothing but intense sloppy pleasure. Hed been ramming into me full force for a while, causing me to scream and beg for more of his dick with every thrust, when suddenly i felt the entire length of his meat throb and pulsate; it was magical. "Im...gonna cum...fuck." He said in between strained breaths, waiting for my say so on where to drop his load. I wrapped my body around his again and drove him impossibly deep in my cunt. "Fill me, baby." I whispered, raspy and exhausted, I licked at his tongue and his full lips met mine in a kiss so deep and hot that I sprayed almost a gallon of cum. Then his pistoned like an angry bull, raging into my hole; his cock throbbing like mad and our bodies melding into each other with sweat and passion. He bottomed out into me that his balls slapped violently against my ass, when his cock head ground across my prostate I began to cum again, exploding like a fountain when I felt his cock empty a buckets-worth of molten love juice into the depths of my new pussy. He stayed in me for almost twenty minutes, grinding his cum into the walls of my pussy while his cock got soft. He left a moment later, leaving me in a puddle of fluids on the bed I fucked my girlfriend on the night she got back. I didnt wash the sheets either.

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.

Disclaimer: I haven't dated very much, I don't have a "gay" social circle or community that I'm involved in, and I typically do "one and done" hookups or bathhouse sex. I'm also a romantic that would like to date and be in a relationship. So, disclaimer in mind, I drove to a nearby city for a BBRT hookup this week, thinking I'd fuck this guy then go to the bathhouse there in town for the rest of the evening. Well, the guy was hot, and instead of a 30-minute fuck and go, it turned into a 2-hour thing with at least 30-40 minutes of it just cuddling and making out and looking into each other's eyes. So, obviously, my romantic side just lit up and went into overdrive. I bred him, and within a couple minutes of my pulling out he got up and started washing himself up and by the time I got up and cleaned off he was dressed and ready to escort me out to my car. He got into his car as well, saying he was off to get some groceries or something. I was feeling pretty good, and spent, so I didn't go to the bathhouse and just got some food and drove home. I texted him a little while later, commenting that I looked at myself in my rear-view mirror and realized how not-so-great I looked with messed up hair and such and said "no wonder you were trying to usher me out after" (meaning it as a joke, I think I added a smiley or something) and he responded "that was not my intention, my fat ass was hungry". Anyways, other than 1 or 2 other text messages we exchanged the next day, we haven't communicated any more. I'm unsure about how to proceed. And I feel like I've been in this situation before and it's always hurt me to think there is something more but that it was really just a fuck. What's the mature way (as opposed to the teenage drama queen way) to see if he'd be interested in seeing me again? Do I hold off and wait for him (like every other gay man waits for Mr. Right)? Do I just ask him outright (and risk him thinking, "oh God, another one of these guys")? Is there a way to ask without being weird? LOL Comments, thoughts, suggestions would be appreciated!

Tonight my Master whore me out to three Poz Tops,before they fuck me,he prepair my SissyHole for the bug.Sonner or later this Sissy get poz.

Hooked up with the same poz fuckbuddy thats been fucking me a few times a week today. Hadn't seen him a few days. Tonight came over his place after work, after some heavy making out, he flips me on my stomach and mounts me as I take a few hits on the poppers. A lot more verbal poz talk between the 2 of us tonight as he starts moving in and out of me faster. Right as he was about to cum, he tells me hes dumping a few days worth of toxic cream in me. He flips me over and gives me an amazing bj which he swallowed. We laid around for a bit and made out some more before he rolls me on my stomach again for round 2. This time hes fucking me longer, but I am also squeezing his cock with my anal muscles. He erupted a second time inside me. Told him to don't pull out and lay there while hes still inside me. We passed out with his cock still lodged deep in me, wake up a bit later then I went home with his load dripping out of my hole as I'm driving.

Threesomes are difficult; somebody always feels left out or unsatisfied. Even sex with a foursome already changes the dynamic considerably. I avoid threesomes

THANK THE GODS FOR POPPERS!!!!!

yeah, black top. Intellectually I know it's a stereotype, and I even chide myself for it, but for the most part my experience with black tops has been... awesome. My experience with black tops is that they are purposeful fuckers, that they fuck with their whole body, including their brains and feelings. Black guys usually leave me with the feeling that they've made love to me. I almost always feel sated after being bred by a black guys, which is saying a lot.

Great story! Although it made me think, why is it so hard for me to find a poz alcoholic big-dicked smoker???

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.

Fucking BB and taking seed is natural for us and we need it. Primal desires that go back to our beginning makes us want sex often and BB. When you convert you bring your journey to where we all want and need to be. Embrace our destiny and sexuality. Poz seed frees you from your chains put on us by Straights and society.

Lucky enough to have gotten pissed all over, and piss fucked this past weekend by a married guy I see. Loved it so much! Soaked me, fucked me, pissed inside me, then filled me with cum! That was in the afternoon Then, another top who couldn't make it earlier at the same time came over after 7pm, and pissed all over me, then stuck the tip in and pissed as he wanted to use a condom. Oh well! I still got some piss in me He then slid on a condom and fucked me for quite awhile! I was a sloppy mess! Felt so so hot! As he was about to cum, I asked him to cum on my ass. He pulled the condom off, and asked if I wanted it on or in! In! He stuck just the tip in and came just inside me I came so hard laying on my back that I shot my cum all the way up into my own face and behind me!

I just pumped the little gym slut full of a fresh load after I locked him in a new chastity cage. Then Gave him a pair of my boy's underwear to put on and wear as his cloths were in the washer. Now that he is locked in Chastity I told him he can go home today now that he is starting to feel better. How ever that cage stay's locked on until he goes for his next HIV test. He looked at me and said I am still sort of shocked that you guy's did this to me. I have no idea what to do or say who to tell or how to tell my boss. All I said is I am sure I can get your a job working with me or for me if you need a new job. Also told him he is more than welcome to move in how ever he will have rules to follow like my boy has. All he said is Thank You for the offer I will keep it in mind.

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

Rode the AIDS-BONE again last night. Not sure if it is his crazy ass skill as a cocksman or the fact he is full on AIDS, but damn what amazing fucks sessions these have been. Would be a source or real pride if that is the cock that knocks me up.

Unexpected and nearly unbelievable fuck last night. First time I had my ass reamed with a stiff bristle brush prior to a fuck. I was not expecting that...and it really got my attention. But the amazing part was that my raw roughed up hole got drilled by a near unicorn...the rarest....near mythical....aids-bone. Now that was the hottest fuck I can imagine...and what I was hoping for when I started chasing. Still horned up.

As Jerry leaves the room I look at Nick and see this young boy laying on his stomach with a freshly fuck hole and pink cum coming out. I have been lock in chastity since Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago when he planned to kidnap Nick. Jerry converted me 6 years ago when he took me in as his boy and in that time I have been his partner in this business. Nick is so good looking with just me here now and I know Jerry has the cameras on and is watching to see what I will do. I roll Nick over on his back and I can see he is starting to crash from Miss Tina, I pick up a syringe look in his eyes and Nick smiles back to me as I find a vain and inject it in , when I undo the strap he is gasping for breath as this is a heavy shot. I can’t help my self and start to kiss Nick and he is responding back with a lot on passion , as I try to control my self I’m not going to just fuck him but make man on man love to him and he is still a virgin in so many ways. I find his nipples are wired to his dick and spend time bitting , licking and sucking them. I tell him to do the same to me and to be careful with my nipple rings. Nick is a fast learner and my dick is rock hard but I want to get him going wild begging for me to fuck his hole. I push him down to my dick and direct Nick on how to suck a dick with a 4 gauge Prince Albert and tell Nick he will have one very soon. I don’t to put a load in Nick mouth as that is a waist of good toxic cum, it should be in his boy hole. I push Nick away and work on his Tina dick but he is kinda of hard and it does not me long for him to shoot a load into my mouth. I have never seen someone on this much Tina to be able to stay this hard and still shoot a big load. I keep Nick load in my mouth and crawl up his body till we are face to face and kiss Nick and give back his negative load. I look in Nick face and say you want me to fuck you and he says YES. I tell Nick I’m POZ and he says I don’t care I just want to make man on man love to me. I turn him over on his stomach put Nick on all 4s and put my face in his hole. Jerry did a fine job but Nicks hole is back to being tight , I get my tongue in and boy this is so pretty and do all I can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now , so its time as I’m like a rock. The PA I’m working up and down his crack and as I start to push in I can Nick hole is opening up for me. Once I’m all the way in I just to do shorts slow strokes and Nick is really enjoying it, not like when Jerry just rape his hole. I ask Nick that when I cum does he want my POZ cum in his hole and become a POZ cum dump YES is all I hear. The door opens and it’s Jerry with a hand held camera as He wants to get all the close ups on Nick hole and my dick working his hole.Nick is oblivious to Jerry as he is begging for me to fuck faster and faster and I know the PA is doing its job of tearing the inside of Nicks hole up so my toxic cum gets into Nick blood stream. When I cum I burry my body to his so my cum goes in as deep as it can and I just stay their till my dick is no longer pulsing out my toxic cum. When I pull Nick turn over and says thank you as I bring my dick to his mouth so he can clean it and he does it so willing as he looks up to me , when he is finish I kiss him and we cuddle for a wile and then we fuck again and again, Then Jerry break into the room.

I go back and forth on this. First off, after 30 years of getting fucked, my hole is definitely more permanently open. I read a lot of guys here whose experience is their hole goes back to tight. Mine sure doesn't. I don't know if it's because of the frequency that I get fucked or because of the larger toys I have used, but my hole is doesn't have nearly the tightness it used to, both the opening and internally. And I don't work it or get fucked daily. When I am working (13 hour shifts), I don't have time to get fucked or play, just eat, sleep and work. I work one week on, then have one week off, so usually on my first day off I am horny as fuck and want as much as I can get. I have a long, flexible shower douche. It's pretty slender, about finger size. Once I start douching, my opening opens right up and for the life of me feels just like a pussy, i.e., it's a slit with lips vs a round puckered hole. It takes almost no time at all for me to get a good sized dildo in if I think I'm going to be taking a big cock, also, I do a big, long dildo to make sure any water past the inner sphincter is all out. But my hole opens right up, not at all like it used to be.... This all seems fairly recent, like within the last year or so. It may have to do with the size of toys I have used. I have little to no desire to open my own hole, my hole is very connected to my tops. About a year ago I had a Dom top approach me on asspig and he started initiating hole training with me. It was all online, which wasn't very fulfilling, but I'm enough of a sub slut that I went along with him to some degree. He encouraged me to get bigger toys in order to open my hole more, and it's my impression that using those toys, even for just the short time I did, permanently opened me more. I still have muscle control, maybe even more from exercising clenching those toys, so I can milk and squeeze a tops cock when he's in me, but my opening is not as tight as it used to be and never returns to that tightness. My inner hole varies. Sometimes it gets swollen and puffy inside, I imagine that must feel pretty good on a cock, other times it feel like a cave to me and there are certain types of tops who find that incredibly hot... which is the only reason I'd do it. Bottom line, so to speak, I "train" my hole only in response to a particular top who I am wanting to please. Without that guy, I don't train to open it, feels to much like fucking myself and I am too much of a bottom to top myself lol. A lot of it for me has to do with the energy dynamic (cerebral) of the top/dom who wants to kind of put his signature on my hole, I am very responsive to that, but again, I do it to please the top/dom involved.

I love to keep all of the cum inside of me until it's absorbed too -- but it's hot when you've had enough loads that you cannot keep it all in and a friend helps out by felching your arse and then deeply kissing you with the mix of cum, arse juice and saliva.

I especially love it when i have several thick loads in me and I push it out...the best is when its from a single top and I get to show him how much cum he blasted into me. It's like a trophy for his hard work

have done -- awesome -- the pain / pleasure is incredible -- especially when that piss is ... dark colored

We both jumped at the sound of the knock on the door and looked directly at each other, but froze. I quickly hid the pipe and whispered to CJ that it was likely my friend Scott. CJ immediately thought it was his man and I gotta admit that it crossed my mind, too. Or the bathhouse crew that saw the smoke - which was unlikely because we'd blown the clouds into a towel or each other's mouths as shot-guns, but you never know. We both wrapped our towels and I gently opened the door. It was Scott .... thankfully. He felt a bit awkward for "barging in", but it was probably a blessing in disguise. I honestly didn't know how long CJ had been in the room, but at least 10-15 minutes. CJ politely excused himself and Scott and I chuckled a little and detailed our slutty behavior since leaving him back in the glory hole maze draining cock. He had three loads down his throat and one in his ass. We passed the pipe and and got really fucking horned up as I described tempting mr. ball cap with hitting the pipe. I had a feeling CJ would be back, but was pretty curious how his conversation went down with his hubby....missing for who knows how long, a little amped up on T and dilated pupils in those baby blues. It was an intense, but brief encounter. Scott and I prepped a G swirl, guzzled it and turned up the filthy porn on the tv. Within minutes, the warmth of the G took over and we dimmed the lights, cracked the door open and got comfortable. Both on our backs, teasing our cocks and making out. Quite a few guys lingered to peek but nobody bold enough to enter. A thick, hairy bear looking guy poked his head in. He looked a bit over 6 feet tall, a bit older and really sexy. I opened the door to let him in (foreshadowing I guess) and he closed it behind him and dropped his towel. His thick thighs were impressive and his thick cock looked really promising, too. Wrapped in a silver cock ring, it started to plump up and swell immediately. Without any of us even speaking a word we both started to suck our new buddy. His growing meat responded with the attention. Probably 7" and thick and veiny. I'm a nip pig and his were thick and swollen so I already knew the answer, but asked if he liked his worked over. He grunted a deep "fuck yea" and I went in. Grabbed some poppers and offered to our new bud and he gladly inhaled two huge hits. Scott did the same and as I took my hits Scott was on his back with his legs in the air, serving up his hole for hairy daddy. As he started munching on that hungry fuckhole, Scott moaned as that tongue opened him up and tasting the cum from some anonymous load. I know that scruff felt rough against his hole, too. Daddy stood up and teased that piece against Scott's begging, hungry hole.... and slowly guided the head inside. "Do you guys party?" he asked. With that thick dick getting deeper, Scott moaned a 'yes sir' and I followed up telling him we'd been smoking off and on all night. He grinned and I offered up a hit. He responded, "Nice. You guys ever point?" Scott's eyes rolled in the back of his head - surely because that thick dick was now balls deep, but also because he wanted a hard slam in his arm. I (somewhat excitedly) told him we'd slammed a couple times. Was this hung fucker about to offer to slam us? "My buddy and I have the large room with the sling. Care to relocate?" he said. Scott and I both nodded yes and the three of us grabbed our towels. Thoughts were racing....hoping his buddy was as hot as he was....horny as hell....and following our new daddy like slutty, dirty pigs....

My partner and I have been together since 1991, we got married on our 25th anniversary, that night I went to a Cum-union party. We've been fucking around on each other from day one. Conversations about our extramarital activities are usually about a guy that looks like Harry Potter who I got both my hands up his ass. Unless you're some kind of landed gentry and the patrilineality of your first born son is called in to question, worrying about monogamy is kinda pointless.

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

Nice fuck hole, I'd dump a POZ load deep!!

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 10 (The Week - Day 2) I woke up to The Beast peeing on my face. Choking and coughing, I laid there remembering where I was as his piss splashed into my mouth and nose. Knowing I was awake, I thought he’d stop but he unloaded his whole bladder onto my head. Once his streamed subsided, my nostrils cleared enough to smell the piss, cum, sweat, and grime that covered me head to toe. I smelled like a whore. The Beast’s piss had liquefied some of the dried cum, making my skin slick and creating a goop in my hair. He threw a set of clothes down on the floor next to the mattress and said, “Get dressed.” “Can I shower, sir?” I asked, certain he wasn’t taking me anyplace like this. “Fuck no, you can’t shower, cunt. Come on, hurry up, I’m hungry. You slept all day.” So covered in the semen of all those strangers, wet with The Beast’s morning piss, and with my hair disheveled in several clumps of cum, I pulled on the shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops that he had provided me. He put his enormous cock back in his jean shorts and said, “Let’s go, faggot.” He took me to a Denny’s. I couldn’t believe it. I was mortified, but I didn’t question it. He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. He got out of the car with a small duffel bag, waited for me to close my door, and clicked the alarm on. Then he strode ahead of me, not really paying attention to whether or not I was close behind or the people that were already starting to stare at my appearance. I got through the door in enough time to hear him say, “I think a booth, thanks.” The hostess lead us to a booth, parading me through a dozen or so other patrons, all whispering about my appearance as soon as I passed. When the waitress came, The Beast ordered a large breakfast even though it was already 5pm. When she turned to me, I opened my mouth to order, but The Beast chimed in, “He’ll have a fruit smoothie. The berry one. That’s it.” She took our menus and went away as he said, “Can’t have you getting messy. You should eat really light this week.” I nodded and waited for our food. The Beast started asking me questions about my college plans, etc. I told him I was interested in Sports Management, which lead to a discussion on which sports I followed and what I thought of the current baseball season. It was the longest period of time he didn’t call me pussy, cunt, or faggot since we’d met. The food arrived and we both ate…well, he ate and I drank…our breakfast and continued our conversation. After finishing his meal, he abruptly stopped the conversation by saying, “Okay, pussy boy, it’s time for tonight’s adventure.” He slid the duffel bag across the table. “There’s an empty enema, a couple of dildos, and some lube in this bag. Go into the handicap stall in the bathroom here – it has it’s own sink – and clean that cunt out real good. Then spend some time opening up that hole with these dildos. It’s for your own good ‘cause I have a treat for you tonight.” I took the bag and went into the bathroom to follow his instructions. I cleaned out my fuckhole really well and then I lubed up my ass, fingering my pink hole gently at first. I was pretty sore from the previous night and I wanted to ease myself into the sex toys. Eventually, I worked the smallest dildo into myself and then the medium one and the large 10X7 rubber dick into my cunt. All the while a steady parade of patrons came in and took a piss at the urinal or used the stall next to me as I softly grunted my way through my self-inflicted ass-opening. In the middle of working the big boy into me, a man came in and unleashed a steady stream into the urinal. I’d recognize that strong stream of piss anywhere. I was proven right after he zipped up and slammed a palm on the door of my stall, “Let’s go, cunt.” I pulled the dildo out of my ass, threw everything into the duffel bag, and pulled my shorts up. When I came out of the stall, The Beast was already headed out of the door. He had taken care of the check and we headed straight for the car. As soon as I got into the passenger seat, he threw a sizeable butt plug in my lap and said, “Put that in you.” As he started the car, I lifted my ass off the seat and dug my hand into my shorts with the butt plug. With some slight maneuvering, I lined it up with my now open hole and forced it passed my ring. He whimpered a bit as it came to rest in my rectum. He put the car in gear and said, “Now enjoy the ride.” We drove for quite some time, enjoying some more conversation. This time about his history in college football, a serious injury that prevent him continuing to play, getting into construction, his marriage, his divorce, when he realized he was meant to fuck bitch boys like me. All the while, the butt plug pressed against my insides, keeping me open and causing my little dick to leap or my ass walls to quiver when we would turn suddenly or come to a stop or start moving again. “Here we are,” The Beast informed me. We had driven to a major city about 2 hours away from where we lived. I hadn’t even noticed we were in the car that long, but there we were in the parking lot of The Crow’s Nest, a bar that I had heard about since I had been turned into a cum dump. It was a well-known leather bar. He grabbed another small bag and said, “Strip.” Again, no questions. I just took off my shorts and my t-shirt. “Let’s go,” he said, and we were out of the car and headed into the bar. I was naked and crusted with piss and cum and he paraded me through this crowded bar. The patrons ranged from huge and muscular to old and vile. Most had on leather – harnesses, chaps, some collars. The Beast lead me straight through the crowd, not paying attention to the hands fingering my hole, slapping my ass, and touching my muscled torso; not caring about the studs laughing at my pathetic endowment; and clearly, expecting the trail of scum bags following behind me to see where my master was leading me. The Beast went straight into the men’s room. I followed him in and saw him plop the new duffel bag on the sink counter. As a small crowd of men filtered into the restroom, The Beast took a dog collar from the bag. He motioned me over and I obediently went to him. He secured the dog collar around my neck as I watched the scarier looking members of the crowd lick their lips. “Get on all fours,” The Beast said simply as he removed a leash from the duffel bag. As I crouched into doggy position, exposing the butt plug lodged in my ass, the crowd began to buzz with comments: “Hot fucking hole…” “…true motherfucking whore, finally…” “…now THAT’S a sweet pucker…” “…atta’ boy, be that slut…” “…a faggot that knows his place…” The comments and attention made me start dripping from my little pecker as The Beast strung the leash around the pipe of one of the urinals and then fed it through the loop of fabric that was the handle. He then fed the padlock through the metal ring at the end of the leash and the metal rings on either side of the collar. The padlock clicked shut and he dropped it. My head sank for a moment under the weight of the lock. I wasn’t going anyplace. He took three more items out of the duffel: a metal device, a bottle of lube, and a bottle of poppers. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said, “Take a big whiff.” I snorted four or five whiffs of the poppers while The Beast lubed up the metal thing. He positioned himself behind me and I tried to relax, wanting to please this God. He pulled the butt plug out of me with a pop and eased the metal object into my waiting gape of a cunt. It scraped a little but it wasn’t very big so I was able to manage it fairly easily. That’s when I felt it grow. I could tell The Beast was twisting something like a key and with each turn the metal item seemed to expand. Holy fuck, he had put a speculum inside of me. He just kept stretching my pussy wider and wider, the crowd around us growing and egging him on to open my ass bigger. Finally, he stood up, pleased with how distended he had made my rectum. He turned to the patrons of the bar and said, “Okay boys, here’s the story. My boy is your urinal tonight, okay? But that’s it. He’ll take piss and cum in either hole. There is to be no fucking.” A groan of disappointment erupted from the crowd. The Beast said more loudly, “NO FUCKING! And I’m fucking serious! If I find out that one of you fuckers put your dick in his mouth or his cunt, you’ll be sorry, and you know I mean it.” The crowd murmured again in agreement, recognizing the severity of The Beast’s threat. “Go ahead and fill him up, boys. I’ll be back later.” And with that, The Beast walked out of the bathroom, and presumable the bar, leaving me at the mercy of this bar of sexual deviants. The initial onslaught was dizzying. All these cocks jerking madly around me. None of them were small, they were all on the big side and I was secretly wishing they had been among the strangers from last night. As the pigs intent on contaminating my holes with their seed, a few less patient guys decided they needed to take a leak first. “First deposit, bitch!” I looked over my shoulder to see a bearded bear in a harness start to shoot a stream of piss directly at my hole. Later on Xtube, I saw the footage of this captured by one of the bastards on their phone. The speculum held my cunt open and I could see the red walls of my ass clearly. The bear’s fat cock was sending a steady stream of urine directly into the open hole that once was my ass and was now a urinal. I could feel the hot fluid fill my guts until it bubbled and flooded out of my stretched fuck hole. Just then, the first breeder started grunting and pushed the fat bear aside. The breeder – a shirtless muscular, tanned stud in his 40s clad in assless chaps – put his dick head right at the opening of the speculum and ejaculated 5 big shots of cum into my exposed chute. He zipped up and left, slapping me on the ass and saying thanks. “Open your fucking mouth, cunt!” Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and got a huge stream of pungent piss fill my mouth quickly until it was running down my chin. The source was an old guy in a leather vest and jeans. Once emptied, he slapped his floppy cock on my forehead a few times before zipping up and leaving the bathroom. I focused on the droplets of urine I could feel in the middle of my forehead as two more thick dicked trolls jerked their dicks directly into my shitter followed by a tall, lean, furry bald guy jerking his dick in my face, ordering me, “Open your mouth hole, you stupid whore!” Of course, I complied and felt ropes of semen across my tongue and on my lips just as I felt the cum in my ass slip out of the speculum and coat my pussy lips. The line of guys was steady all night, pissing in my mouth. Sometimes all over my face. One guy even held my eye lid open and pissed right in my eye as I howled from the sting. Others had fun watching my cunt fill up with their urine, a long arc of yellow landing in my stretched opening like a game at a carnival. Still others just wanted their DNA in my ass and jerked it straight into the gape. No one broke the rule, no one fucked me. I just stayed on all fours in a gathering puddle of piss and cum. My knees were aching, and yet the lowlifes kept coming and cumming. Eventually, my legs gave out and I fell belly-down into the puddle of urine and seed. The speculum pinched my insides from my collapse but I could feel it still doing it’s job, and although my mouth wasn’t as easily accessible, my hole was still wide open and guys continued to fill it with their body fluids. And still, even though my head was flat against the cold, wet linoleum slick with fresh pee and semen, some guys enjoyed just pissing on my face and watching my tongue lash out trying to lap it up since The Beast had promised BOTH holes until he got back. At some point, I must have passed out because I woke up to The Beast kicking me with his heavy black boot. “Come on, faggot boy, you’re used up.” All my joints ached and tried to bend them before standing. I reached my hand between my legs and discovered that The Beast had already removed the speculum. He roughly unlocked the padlock, freeing me of the collar and the leash as I asked, “What time is it?” “Five o’clock in the morning,” he responded, “Time to go home and go to bed.” “Yes, sir.” He stowed the supplies in the duffel bag and threw me my clothes. “Let’s go,” he ordered and walked out the door. I quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt, afraid he would leave me without a second thought. I caught up to him in the parking lot, half stumbling and half limping to his car. I noticed that he had covered the passenger seat with a towel, not wanting me to ruin his upholstery with my dripping snatch. Nothing was said as we pulled out of the parking lot, and I almost immediately fell asleep as soon as we were on the highway. Upon returning to The Beast’s house, he shoved me towards the basement door, “Your bed is exactly how you left it.” I looked at him pathetically as he sauntered off to his comfortable King bed in the master bedroom. I retreated to the basement and my piss soaked, cum smelly mattress. I curled up in a ball, snuggling up to the pillow. The mattress was still moist from where The Beast had woken me up with his piss and I touched it with my hand and then my cheek as I began to doze, thinking, “He still hasn’t fucked me.” That realization almost made me cry as I fell asleep and dreamed that this would change tomorrow. More to come...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 9 (The Week - Day 1) My alarm went off at 7am as usual. Barely two hours of sleep, and I had to drag myself out of bed and get ready for school. I knew my dad would never call the school for me, even to give me just a few more hours of sleep. My ass was SO SORE. It felt like you could drive a Mack truck up my cunt and I wouldn’t feel it. I kind of hobbled around all day feeling every last thrust from those 30+ guys I took last night. And I was leaking cum the whole day. I kept feeling it run down my leg, and I swear other people knew that I smelled like spunk. It was so embarrassing. I also checked my email account all day, but no more jobs lined up. I was grateful for the reprieve. My ass definitely needed some down time. I headed home after baseball practice, desperately needing a nap. Upon entering my house, I heard moans and high pitched screaming. As I passed the living room, I saw Deanna bent over our couch taking a deep dicking from Mr. Johnson, our black next door neighbor. He would pull it out of her and plunge it into her ass making her shriek like a tormented cat. After pumping in and out of her ass a few times, he would pull it out again and push it right back into her cunt. He was a good 10 inches and she was taking it like a champ. My dad sat on the back of the couch, his load obviously recently released, and stroking his fat, soft cock casually. As Deanna fought to pull my father’s cock into her mouth every now and then, my father encouraged Mr. Johnson to “give her a black baby…come on, dude, this slutty little cunt wants to get preggers. Make her father shit a brick when it comes out brown. Put that black seed in her womb. Knock her up.” Suddenly, Mr. Johnson pulled it out of her ass and shoved all the way into her pussy, his ass muscles tightening, and I knew he was dumping a huge fertile load of black babies into my newly ex-girlfriend’s unprotected twat. Deanna cooed on my father’s dick, clenching her pussy, trying to milk every last sperm from my 50 year-old neighbor. “Fuck that’s good pussy!” said Mr. Johnson, shaking his head and realizing that I was watching as he pulled his spent dick from Deanna’s crotch. “Sorry kid, I don’t fuck boys no matter how girlie they are.” And I heard him and my Dad laughing as I went up to my room to sleep. Over the next several weeks, my Dad set me up with a client or two. Nothing of note, just some random guys that I’d either go to their office or some hotel or they’d come to our house. My Dad was very accommodating with my cunt and what they paid was always somewhat arbitrary. Sometimes my 30% was 60 bucks, sometimes it was 60 cents. The sick thing is, my ass came more and harder when I knew I was only making 60 cents. The only really AMAZING sex I was having during this time was when Jordan would decide to use me. Although he mocked me and slapped me around in the hallways, every now and then he would show up at my door or pull me into a janitor’s closet, use my hole viciously, fill me with his delicious spunk, zip up, slap me in the face, and leave me alone dripping cum and usually blood out of my ass. And I fucking loved it. His dick hit every spot I had…his body made me drool…and he could fuck like an animal. Anyway, over a month had gone by and I hadn’t gotten the fuck flu or tested positive yet. You could tell my Dad was frustrated by this, but it’s not like I wasn’t taking a literal butt load of poz cum. We were well into the summer by now and my Dad was out of town one week, which meant I would get some down time and not have any clients. I was very relieved. I was just getting ready to head to the gym when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find The Beast. I just stared for a moment, wondering if I should feel as completely aroused as I did or as terrifyingly frightened as I did. “Hey pussy boy,” he growled, “Your Dad tells me the bug ain’t taken yet.” I swallowed hard before replying, “No, sir.” Sir? It came back as if I had been to boot camp. “It hasn’t, and I’ve been doing everything that my Dad has told me to do.” “You mean you’ve been taking every diseased cock he’s sold your ass to?” “Yes, sir.” He snorted, “I love a challenge. Throw some shit into a bag and let’s go. You’re mine for the week.” Apparently, he had already worked this out with my Dad, and I was officially under his control for the next seven days. And what a 7 days it was. I was fucked by almost a hundred different men. It was insane. Day 1 – The Beast brought me to his house and had me clean out. He threw me a pair of assless mesh underwear that I hurried to put on. I thought he was going to fuck me but he didn’t. He hauled me down to his basement where he had a mini-dungeon. “Just put this in,” he said proudly. He led me to a leather fuck bench and had me bend over the cool leather. He placed my wrists and ankles in restraints, and then placed a leather blindfold over my eyes. “Ready for your fucking?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” I squeaked, excited to have him inside of me again. “Good cunt.” Then he left me there, alone. Bound. It felt like forever. It could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. I was getting afraid that he was going to leave me there overnight and a thin layer of sweat started to cover my mostly nude body. Suddenly I heard him behind me. “Just about to start, boy.” And I heard him jerking his huge cock. You could hear how meaty it was just from the sounds it made in his hand. In a couple of minutes, he was shooting his load all over my exposed hole. He grunted and then said, “And that’s all the lube you get to start, you stupid bitch.” And with that, I heard some laughter, and I realized he wasn’t the only one in the room. I felt a pair of hairy legs saddle up between my thighs. A thick mushroom head lined up with my wet hole and pushed into me roughly. I yelped and bucked but was fixed in place. Fuck, it hurt. No warm up, only a few shots of jizz for lube. I had no idea who was behind, just felt their thick flesh pushing my walls open, stretching my cunt. He had bull nuts that just kept slapping against me, boiling with cum that I could only assume was poisonous. Suddenly, I felt the Beast take my head in his hands, and whisper gruffly in my ears, “This is your night, poz whore. And tomorrow it will be something different. You won’t be able to even walk by the end of the week. Got it?” “Yes, sir,” I squeaked as the guy behind me slammed into me again. “Some of these guys tonight are fucking heinous, boy,” he taunted me. “Like fat and ugly and just gross. And they’re just using you as a fucking hole. By the end of the week, every fucker in this town is going to know your hole…and you’ll be useless. No one will fuck that used up twat. Used up at 18. Totally ruined with no one who will actually step up and claim ownership. Alone, diseased, and worthless.” “Fuck, this is good cunt!” shouted the guy using my pussy. Then he hilted in me and I felt his semen flood my guts. I moaned and started down the path towards and internal. The top drained his huge balls into me and then slid out with a pop. He moved around in front of me as he said, “Best ass all night. I fucked four cunts at the bookstore but this was much better than them.” And with that he shoved his cock in my mouth to clean off. I felt his cum drip out of my ass a little, but another faceless cock scooped it up and slid it back into me with the length of his very large cock. I could feel the first top’s belly on my forehead and taste all five assholes on his dick as I slobbered on his cummy dick. The guy behind me was doing a good job of trenching me out deep and stirring up those feelings. He was well passed my second ring and I felt my stomach clench each time he hit what I can only assume was my colon. This fucker must have been over 10 inches, though he was thinner than the last guy. He was definitely battering my insides and I’m sure I was going to be bleeding from him, but I loved it. His constant colon punching made me suck on the first guy’s cock even harder, loving the fact that I had no idea whose cock I was sucking…and even hotter that I had no idea whose ass I was tasting. Finally, the stud behind me pushed me over the edge and I came…my asshole clenching and sucking on his long dick, my stomach wracked with painful spasms as my cunt tried to accommodate what was happening deep inside of it. The fat guy’s cock fell out of my mouth as I let loose with a soundless scream. The guy behind me started shooting into me and given my newly orgasmed sensitivity, I could feel each shot against my raw walls, sending a shiver over my whole body with each ribbon of cum. “Goddamn, this whore is nothing but a cum dump. He fucking needs it more than slammed bitches I’ve fucked,” commented the guy behind me, pulling his dick out of me. The next faceless top was pushing into me before Long Dick got his slimy cock in my mouth hole. This continued for a while. Different shapes and sizes, but I never saw who was actually using me. Every once in a while The Beast would tell me that a particularly disgusting man was inside of me. He would describe his missing or grey teeth, his pox-marked face, his distended belly, his hairy nose…and eventually after he unloaded inside of my ass, I would get to smell his unwashed crotch or his day old body odor or the stale sweat under the roll of fat above his cock…and taste his dirty dick covered in all of the different flavors of cum pouring out of my ass. At one point, while I was getting fucked by a particularly fat cock, a bunch of the faceless strangers that were waiting – or perhaps had already had their turn – decided that they wanted to paint my face all at once. I heard countless cocks start to get jerked around my face. I was held in place by the restraints as cock after cock shot off into my face and mouth. From the jeers and cheers around me, I would guess that ten guys covered my mug with their loads. My eyes stung as I felt the different semen run down my face under the blindfold and through my hair. Some of it was thick and hung on my lips, chin, and forehead, drying before it could fall to the floor. Some of it was more liquidy and covered more of my face and trickled through my hair and down the back of my neck. I heard some clicks of iPhones and knew this was a photo worthy sight. The Beast showed me the picture later and it was truly a humiliating sight - my mouth agape, strings of anonymous cum connecting my two lips; thick globs of white toxic jizz hanging from my chin and clumped in my hair, shiny patches of semen glistening on my cheeks and forehead. I looked like a complete object in the picture. Nothing but a prop. Eventually, the line of guys thinned and then stopped. My ass was on fire. I could taste nothing but cum and ass juice. Semen was dripping down both of my legs and pooling on the ground underneath me. After The Beast said goodbye to the last stranger, he came over to me and undid my restraints. He simply said, “There’s a mattress in the corner and a bathroom through the other door. See you tomorrow, cunt.” And with that he left me, covered in cum, muscles shaking and exhausted. I slipped the blindfold off and allowed my eyes to adjust to the light. There in the corner was a dirty old mattress with an uncovered pillow on it and one blanket. I made my way to the bathroom – no shower…Just a toilet and a sink with no running water. I peed and then went to the mattress. It smelled of cum and piss and was slightly damp. I curled up on it and started to doze off. I wasn’t thinking about how disgusting I was to be falling asleep on a cum and piss crusted mattress covered in the cum of repulsive strangers. Nope. All I could regretfully think was, “The Beast never fucked me.” Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. More to come...

Driving home with that butt plug in me was an experience. Every time I adjusted myself, it would hit another place in my ass, puffing up my pathetic dick until I was fully hard pulling into my driveway. I could still feel the wet, slimy poz load filling my cunt as I walked to my house and went inside. I was expecting my father to be waiting, but he wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. I went upstairs to my bedroom and upon opening my door, I found my dad sitting on my bed. “Hey son, how was your day?” he asked smugly. “I think you know,” I said quietly. “Yeah, I do. Take your clothes off,” he ordered. I was barely able to get it out, “Are you going to fuck me?” “No, you sick faggot,” he scolded. “You’re my fucking son. And besides, I’m not a faggot. Now take your goddamn clothes off.” I stripped down to my jockstrap, and he told me to put one leg up on the window seat, which I did. “My buddy already texted me a lot of nice pix and juicy details. He said you were a good bitch.” “Dad, why did you let him do that to me?” “You know why. You saw the letter,” he explained. “I thought it was pretty clear. And now things are going to be different around here.” He came up behind me and took a hold of the base of the plug as he said, “You work for me now and your holes belong to me. I will rent them out to whomever I want.” My breathing became a bit jagged. “I’ll pay for your college and you’ll get a cut of what your pussy brings in. I think 30% is fair.” And with that he yanked the plug out of my used hole making me wince and tear. He dropped the butt plug on the carpet and held his hand right at my bruised asshole. “Push it out for me.” “What?” I looked over my shoulder at him. “All that cum that’s in there. Push it out for me. Come on.” He kept coaxing me as I hesitantly pushed out, afraid that I would shit. But I didn’t. Instead, I felt the toxic jizz that I had been storing inside of me drip out of my ass with tiny little plops. My dad caught it all with his large beefy hand and with the other hand he turned me around by my shoulder. “Open,” he barked and without questioning I opened my mouth. He shoved all of the poison cum that had been in my ass for about 30 minutes now into my mouth. I smacked my lips together, chewed, and swallowed the gooey meal. “My buddy really did train you well, you little cunt,” he said with a smile. “Dad, you let him poz me,” I said with a crack in my voice. “We’ll make more money that way,” was his response. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you tested in a few weeks, and I’ll pay for your meds. It’ll be fine. Now, I need to take some pictures of you.” We spent the next fifteen minutes posing me in and around my room with Dad snapping away with his iPhone. He concluded by simply saying, “Be sitting on that window seat, totally naked at 1pm tomorrow for the next part of your training.” And with that he left my room. That night, I jerked off thinking about what that beast from this afternoon had done to my hole. I even went downstairs to the kitchen and got a pretty big cucumber to shove into my ass trying to relive the experience. I couldn’t believe how my body was calling and needing the painful stretching. After I came, I ate the cucumber with my tasty ass juice all over it. After staying up late jerking off, I didn’t wake up until 12:30. I was supposed to be waiting naked on the window seat at 1pm. I was sure he had someone else that was going to fuck me and I wanted to make sure I was really clean. I couldn’t imagine that someone would want to be fucking into someone else’s cum. (Ha, little did I know.) Some rummaging in our bathroom closet and I found an old enema that I used to make sure my hole was spotless. I showered really quick (thank God the marker came off) and was naked on my window seat at 12:57pm. At exactly 1pm, my dad walked into my room with my girlfriend trailing behind him, holding his hand. “Deanna…?” I whispered in disbelief. She barely glanced at me over her shoulder. My father paid no attention to my angst at all; he just sat her on my bed, took her by the head, and passionately kissed her. I could see his tongue plunge into her mouth and her legs instinctively spread and wrap around his waist, her short skirt riding up her thighs revealing her pink panties. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts through her shirt and with one motion he ripped the shirt open uncovering the matching bra. Within a few minutes, my girlfriend was on her knees in nothing but her bra and panties sucking my father’s cock through the fly is in his jeans. His cock was really thick and veiny and about 7.5 inches long, gagging and choking her as she rubbed her own pussy through the delicate pink fabric. As my father took off his shirt, he said, “Go ahead and jerk off watching me fuck her. Your puny dick is giving you away.” I looked down and sure enough I was rock hard, embarrassingly showing my lack of manhood. I did as I was told and began to stroke my boy-cock as my father removed Deanna’s bra, letting her large breasts free. He pinched her nipples hard and manhandled her tits. She moaned and sucked harder. Eventually, my dad pulled my girlfriend’s face off his rock hard cock and sat her on the edge of the bed. He got out of his jeans and boxers, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and plunged his dick into her, making her squeal with delight. Within a few seconds of insertion, she was spasming with an orgasm…something I had never seen her have. He continued to fuck her until he started to groan and let out a roar, unloading into her snatch. She looked up at him, “That was a quick one.” “That’s ‘cuz you’re not done. I have more surprises for my little girl.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I meant for my little girl on the window seat.” Deanna giggled and I turned red. My dad pulled his softening cock out of her pussy and I saw a pearl of cum waiting at the entrance of her cunt. “Go put your cunt over Matt’s face and push my cum out,” he said, pointing at me. As she walked over to me, all I could do was gasp. “Dad, you can’t be serious,” I tried. “Wanna’ bet, bitch?” he sneered at me. “Let’s see how much of a man you are with my cum on your face fresh your girlfriend’s pussy.” Deanna stood up on the window seat, straddling my face. I saw her cunt squeezing shut and releasing as she tried to expel my dad’s creamy load. Soon it was spilling out onto my face in big messy globs. One of the blobs fell into my mouth and I tasted my own dad’s spunk. Not as good as the beast’s yesterday, but pretty damn sweet. I couldn’t believe my face was covered with my father’s cum. It ran down my cheeks and neck, decorating my lips and dripping into my nose. Long, sticky strings of his white baby batter hung from my chin and fell onto my shredded stomach, pooling in my belly button. I instinctively scooped it up and smeared it on my small cock to make my jerking smoother. Unsatisfied with my level of humiliation, my dad said, “And now for the real surprise, ladies.” My dad went to my bedroom door and opened it. Standing there with a shit eating grin on his face was Jordan Micelli, the kid at school who made my life a living hell. He was always teasing me and calling me faggot or pussy. What was he doing here? “Here she is,” my dad said, “As promised.” “Nice,” Jordan hissed. He stripped quickly, glancing at me, “Hey, faggot boy, watch and learn.” But then he stopped and started laughing, “That’s your dick hard, dude? That’s ridiculous. Jesus, no wonder you’re a cock sucker.” As much as I hated him, his body had always been beautiful. About 5’11”, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and built like a brick shithouse. Thick, smooth muscle, broad shoulders that rippled down to a 30-inch waist. His legs were tree trunks, heavily muscled and defined. His whole body was perfectly tanned except for the place where his box cut swimsuit covered, leaving a patch of pale white skin. Protruding from that skin was a thick 8.5 inch tool fully erect. He stepped forward, pulled her panties up to her knees, and pushed his entire cock into my girlfriend. “Oh you nasty bitch,” he said. “You’ve already got his old man’s load in there, don’t you?” “Yes, I need real men to fuck and breed me,” she said. “Not some four-inch pencil dick.” She glared at me. I kept jerking my cock. Jordan hammered into her making her cum again and again. Her panties made their way down her legs and fell to the floor as he grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into the hilt one last time, cursing and shooting his load deep inside of her. “Have my fucking baby, you little cunt!” He abruptly pulled out of her, still rock hard making her yelp with surprise. His jizz began pouring from her pussy immediately. My God, he came so much!! Deanna scooped some up with her hand so she could taste it, giggled, and looked up at Jordan, “Tasty.” “Grade A Spunk for you,” he gloated. Deanna stood up and headed off to the bathroom, “I need to use the potty.” And she was gone. Jordan and my dad spoke together across the room, laughing and punching each other’s shoulders. This was the son that my dad had intended on having. A man with a big cock that could satisfy a girl. I noticed them looking my way and then Jordan said something to my dad that I couldn’t make out. My dad nodded and I knew something was up. Deanna came back and my father told her, “Okay, come back tonight around 8. I have another buddy coming over to help try and impregnate you. Matty knows him. Met him yesterday, in fact.” Deanna smiled, “Sounds good, baby. You know I’ll be ready. I wanna’ get knocked up and have no idea whose it is.” “I know, but you’ve only been off the birth control since your 18th birthday. I’m trying to get you preggo as quickly as possible.” “I know you are,” she said, reaching for her bra. “No,” my dad stopped her, “Leave those here so Jordan has a souvenir.” “Oh. Okay,” she said, putting on her skirt and torn shirt. She deep kissed my father and then turned to Jordan, “Thanks for the great fuck. That was long overdue. I’ve wanted to fuck you since freshmen year.” “Anytime, you nasty cunt,” Jordan shot back. “But next time, bring a friend so I can stack you up and go back and forth between two pussies.” “We can arrange that,” she said, squeezing his still engorged cock and heading out the door. As soon as she was safely gone, my father turned to me, “Put ‘em on.” “Put what on?” I asked. “The bra and panties, shit for brains. Jordan said he’ll fuck you if you wear the bra and panties so he can pretend you’re a girl.” “But I don’t want—“ I started. “Who gives a fuck what you want? I thought I made our relationship clear yesterday. Now get the fucking bra and panties on,” he snapped. I slid the panties on easily, but had some difficulty figuring out how to get the bra on myself. “No surprise that you’re not good with a bra, faggot,” Jordan mocked me. I finally got it on and my dad ordered me to bed over the window seat. I did as I was told and within seconds I could feel Jordan’s rough hands slap my ass. He moved the thin piece of material to one side of my hole and whistled, “What a beautiful pink cunt.” With that he lined up his rigid eight and half inches, still slick with pussy juice and cum and began to push into my asshole. He stretched me and made me whimper. Not like the beast yesterday, but still big. He pushed in until he was hilted and then he started fucking, pounding me more and more violently. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pee. I told him to stop, that I had to pee. “Fuck that shit! Shut the fuck up, cock slave!” he growled and kept slamming into me. I really thought I was going to just piss right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, my ass started convulsing and I started getting lightheaded. I couldn’t keep a thought in my head as every inch of my ass walls became super sensitive making every miniscule movement of Jordan’s dick register as a shockwave of sensations over my entire body. My skin tingled as my vision was spotted with black patches, and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I let out a howl, “Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, fuck!” and I felt like I was going to cry from how intense this feeling was. My cunt had periodic spasms in the wake of whatever just happened. “Holy shit, did you see that?” Jordan asked my dad. “Your son just came with his ass! Just like a girl.” I was catching my breath but looked back at my dad. Even upside down I could tell that he was appalled that I was his son. His son was having an orgasm in the same fashion a woman did…on the inside, not ejaculating, not using his dick…but using his cunt to cum. “Fuck,” Jordan spat, “I can make any hole cum, that’s how good my dick is. Isn’t it, pussy boy?” He kept slamming my hole, but I didn’t answer. “Isn’t it, pussy boy?” he asked again. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes what, cock breath?” he snarled. “Your dick is that good,” I said loud enough to be heard by both Jordan and my dad. Jordan took this as the cue to start punch fucking my ass with his whole dick. I winced and squealed with every entrance until I started to feel that same sensation building again. That’s when I had no choice, “Jordan please, put it all the way in again. I’m gonna’ cum but only if you’re hitting me deep.” I couldn’t believe I was making this request. I felt so resigned and needy, but I needed to feel that feeling again. “You got it, cunt!” Jordan said with glee, and I knew this was how the girls he fucked acted. They wanted and needed a cock like his, and they begged for it, and his ego got bigger the more they pleaded with him to keep fucking them. Jordan’s cock tore into my insides, and I immediately started ass-cumming again. He soon realized that these odd orgasms could piggy back themselves and he began to fuck me relentlessly, making me cum repeatedly and somewhat painfully. He wouldn’t let up, my ass hole convulsing almost non-stop for a half an hour as he bottomed out in my cum catch over and over. I was literally weeping from the continuous sensations running through my entire body because of these internal orgasms. In fact, I did black out for about ten seconds at a particularly intense point in Jordan’s fucking. “I can’t hold back any more!” Jordan yelled, planting a fist in the meat of my ass cheek, and driving his huge cock deep into my bowels. I felt his dick bloat and pulse, a gush of warm wetness permeating my insides. I moaned and cooed, having his salty cream run over my overworked pussy muscles, soothing the tired walls of my dick canal. “Yeah, faggot, take that cum. You’d fucking love to have my baby, you dirty fucking cock socket. Be my fucking hole, stupid queer!” As I caught my breath, Jodan pulled out of my ass quickly. It felt like he was pulling my cunt inside out, but he didn’t care. He just grabbed me by the hair and shoved my mouth down onto his cock. “Clean me up, faggot. Taste all that cum and ass spunk. Yeah, lick up and down that whole shaft. That’s what a dick feels like, not that tiny thing barely dangling between your legs, cock pocket.” I slurped and licked and sucked until his impressive rod was coated only in a slight film of my quickly drying saliva. Shoving me by my head, he tossed me to the floor and turned to my dad. “Thanks for that, Gary. Much needed.” They shook hands, and Jordan quickly dressed and left. My father turned to me still in nothing but his underwear, his meaty cock dressed to the left threatening to peak out of the leg hole. He looked at me, dressed in a pink bra and panties with cum dripping down my leg from my fucked out boy-cunt. “Do you know what an embarrassment you are? Your ass just orgasmed on a guy’s cock. What the fuck?” “I’m sorry, Dad,” I hung my head whispering. “Save it, pussy boy. Like I said, if you’re gonna’ be a little faggot, it’s going to make me some money. I set you up with an email address…pozcumdump051794@gmail.com. I want you checking it all the time to see if you have a client lined up. That’s where I’ll let you know when you’re working next. Got it?” “Yes, Dad,” I mumbled. “And keep in here tonight. I’m having your girlfriend and a buddy over,” he said flatly. “I heard,” I said with annoyance. But really I think I was a bit jealous that the beast would be fucking her and not me. He slapped my face hard, the sting making my eyes water, “Don’t take that tone with me. Now, get some rest tonight. You still have a few more weeks of high school left, and I’ll have a lot of work for you in addition to your studying for finals. Don’t forget to check your new email.” With an abrupt turn, he left, slamming my bedroom door and leaving me to think about what my life would be like now that I was a poz cum dump for rent. More to come…

Fucking OINK there pig. Breeding DADDY here that's fuckin hooked on perverted pig play with other breeding TOPS. Love to tag team with you pig.....lets find some hunky and husky cub that needs seed in his guts and likes to get fisted wide and deep. We'll whore out his guts for anonymous seed loads for us to fuck after he's full. I'm especially hot for fucking well bred hole that's dripping hole slop and cum. I like to feed on that kind of hole slop and share it with you and the cub. Nothing better than the stench of a gaping cub hole all over my goatee and face after a night of playing in body fluids. Piss enemas are fuckin hot and will even drink from a hole after it's been pissed in and running warm wet piss/cum/slop.

PART 17 Once more Dad was almost immediately sitting on a stool at my ass. He placed his fist at my opening and pushed gently slipping inside easily. He looked up and I thought I detected a slight smile. He pushed deep into me with his fist. As he did so, the load of cum was pushed deeper in me or pushed to the walls of my intestine pinned there by his arm that pushed those swimmers further along my wall. Dad made a couple of complete thrusts into my ass with his fist before withdrawing it again. He patted my thigh, stood up, and reached out to me. I released my wrists from their loops as well as my boots from their loops. I leaned forward coming to rest on the floor holding on to the chains of the sling to steady myself. I quickly regained my balance and looked at Dad who put his hand on my shoulder and guided me away from the sling removing my mask and tossed it into the sling. He walked me over to a fuck bench. It was a nice one. Black leather covered it; deeply padded; thick legs for sturdiness; bolts for connections between wood pieces. And, it was adjustable. When we stopped, I looked at Dad who looked at the fuck bench. I immediately positioned myself on it resting my torso on the deeply padded uppermost part as my knees and shins settled onto a cushioned leg rest. Dad adjusted me so that my ass was positioned where it would be available and open. He took my hand and put it on a metal pipe which had been angled for perfection so that I could easily enough have stability in holding on. Dad stepped away but returned showing me a big black dildo. He let me view it several seconds, then, turned away and walked behind me. I felt that dildo being pushed into my ass. Dad gently twisted it and turned it as he pushed it forward further and further. I was being filled once more. It was a full feeling but not a real one since I knew it was only a dildo and not a big black cock. Fully inserted now, Dad stepped to face my hip. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With each blow, Dad had hit the end of the dildo with his paddle forcing it to violently invade my ass stretching the innermost part of me. I was stunned but said nothing. It was my lustful duty to comply. This man was a God to me. He rubbed my ass feeling the heat which he had generated. He came to my ear and said, “You made me do this because you got yourself fucked at Man’s Country without my permission. You will not do that again unless I tell you to do so if I should choose to play with you again. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir; I understand and apologize again for my error.” Dad walked away and I was left alone in the room. Some time passed before I heard footsteps again. I felt a presence of several but was faced away from the doorway to the room. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It was Dad. He again reminded me of my error. He removed the dildo and I heard him walk away. I felt a presence at my ass and soon enough a cock began entering my ass. My cheeks were still stinging from Dad’s paddle and my inside was feeling very punched by the dildo. But, this was a cock entering me. I was going to be fucked again. This was a new cock or it was a cock that was unrecognized because of all that had happened to and in my ass. It was a nice size but I couldn’t guess how big it was. I just knew it was going to fuck me and with luck receive a hefty dose of the man’s cum. My new fucker was there to fuck. That was what he enjoyed I found out. But, someone else had other ideas and desires. I soon felt on my back a flogger working its magic. My nerve endings began tingling at the sensation of each stroke as the straps landed on my back creating that wild pattern of red. As each stroke of the flogger hit my back, my ass flinched grasping the cock that was in me and squeezing it momentarily stimulating it. It was a good rhythm that was meted out by my flogger and fucker. They seemed to be in sync with the other knowing what each needed. There were moments of pause and my fucker would twist his cock around and around inside me as my flogger desisted from striking my back. All too soon, though, they returned to their synchronized dance of Sadism and fucking. I began to enjoy the beat that they had developed and felt the crescendo to increase for both flogger and fucker. Faster and faster they beat out their song of lust. With a final wild blow from the hand of the flogger, the man whose cock was inserted into my ass slammed forward at the precise moment of the last flogging blow and began unleashing his cum load into my ass. I was taking possession of another man’s ball juices. I relished in the heat. I felt the flogger being placed on my back as my flogging man evidently pushed my fucker out of the way. His cock popped out of my hole with the loss of what felt like a large amount of fluid. Damn! I had been caught off guard. Immediately, I was rammed fully into by my flogger who grabbed my hips and began pounding my ass the full length of his cock. He had a nice cock from what I could feel. It didn’t matter though. I was being fucked. I was being used for a purpose and for what I had been created. I was being fucked and was going to receive another load of cum in my ass. Yes, very soon this man began slapping my ass cheeks finally grabbing me at my hips and pounding hard and deep as he let out an deep guttural animalistic growl unleashing his DNA into my ass mixing with the freshly deposited load from the previous man. This flogger now fucker twitched and jerked as his load of cum infiltrated my gut. Once finished, he pulled slowly out of my ass. I felt no loss of cum this time. As I began to come down from the fucking high, someone began slowly shoving a dildo in my ass until it was fully inserted. Once fully installed, it was turned and rotated as if it were an axle on a car. First, it was spun one way and then the other several times until it was removed. END PART 17 PART 18 Someone in chaps stepped to the side of my head. He lifted my head turning it toward him. It was Dad. He asked if I was okay. I told him that I was. He told me to raise up but to remain kneeling on the fuck bench. I did so. Dad snapped the rubber strap around my arm, and I immediately began pumping my fist. Someone noted that I was losing cum from my ass. In a short while, I felt a dildo begin to force its way through my cheeks; I bent over resting my hands on the fuck bench allowing easy entry for the dildo. I then stood up again resuming my fist pumping. Dad swabbed my arm as I stopped. He steadied my arm and inserted a point fully into me, pulling back on the plunger. I saw that swirling rush of red mixing with the clear liquid. I got excited as I always do. Dad plunged the contents into me repeating his action again filling the barrel with dark red fluid and then injecting it into me. That super surge hit me again and I coughed with acceptance. I resumed my position on the fuck bench. Dad left my side. I felt the dildo being taken out of me followed by the sensation of something small being inserted. It took me a little while to realize since I was in my haze of happiness that Dad evidently was inserting a tube. Again, it took some thinking to realize that this was the tube attached to the funnel. Sure as I had made the connection on what Dad was doing I felt a warmth inside me. A flow of warmth spread out at the end of the tube. The tube was withdrawn once more. I had received another deposit from a bottle: contents unknown. From here on, I was on the fuck bench for the remainder of the night. Bimini fucked me three more times during the night. I know it was Bimini though no words were spoken. His procedure for breeding was always the same when it came to a white man’s ass. I was so glad. I hoped that I had pleased him. I didn’t want to disappoint Dad. The last two men who had fucked me as they built up their flogging and fucking in tandem fucked me twice each more. My back was pretty sore after the third flog fucking. I might have been able to have taken one more but it was their choice to stop. I just know that the symphony that they had developed was a rousing success as far as I was concerned. I was introduced to them as Ben and Harry. Ben loved watching his partner flog a man and Harry loved watching Ben fuck a man. It dawned on them at some point in their relationship that they should mix the two resulting in a truly wonderful experience. The tall black man who had fucked me tagged me once more. I wasn’t sure if I had been a disappointment to him but would never ask. That would be rude and disrespectful. Still, he was black and fucked beautifully. Abel was his name. He was able and capable. The first unknown man who had fucked me was named Ars. Ars was a surprise. Ars was a nickname. It was short for Arsenic. It took me a bit to realize the connection. And, when it dawned on me why the name, of course, it fit. Why shouldn’t a man who has by his own admission been the most toxic of all who had fucked me this night have a name of Arsenic or Ars? Nothing like poison in my ass. True to my word, I took all the poison from Ars that he had. This man was not only lethally potent but was a volume producer. He deposited a total of five of his lethal doses in me. Once all of these five men had enjoyed themselves in my ass, Plugger and then Dad once again—and in that order—fucked me in their own fashion. They had held off so that they did not impede any fucking that would load my ass with previously unknown cum loads from men. Dad told me that the two of them already owned me and could fuck me any time. Dad was allowing his friends to enjoy themselves. Dad never mentioned my needs or desires. He knows so much and does understand. I do not matter. I am only a means for others to use to bring them enjoyment and satisfaction. As I was eventually helped up off the fuck bench at the end of the night or rather morning, I stood but again began leaking. Once more the black dildo was inserted in my ass. I felt filled again. This was when all the introductions were made. I got hugged by each man in turn and a hard slap on my butt cheeks. We went upstairs. The four men left leaving Dad, Plugger, Bimini, and me to shuffle into the kitchen. As the three of them sat on chairs, Dad pointed to the floor beside him. I sat feeling the pressure of the black dildo going further into me stimulating me. They talked. I said nothing. Eventually, Dad yawned and stretched followed by Bimini and then Plugger in turn. Bimini stood and said he was going to bed that it was after three. I was stunned. Bimini came over to me and bent down patting my head. “Nice breeding you, kunt.” He left and went upstairs. Dad and Plugger stood up and hugged. Plugger looked at me, gave me a thumbs up, and left. Dad turned to me wiggling his index finger to get up. I stood. He told me to back to the basement and remove the dildo putting it in the sling. Then, I was to meet him at the steps to upstairs. I did as I was told. Dad turned and went up the steps with me following. We went into his bedroom. He told me to strip and to pile my things neatly beside the door. I did as I was told. By the time I had finished, Dad had turned down the bed and was himself naked. He pointed to the bed and told me to get in. When I had, Dad climbed in with me, moved between my legs spreading them as he raised them to his shoulders. His beautiful black curved cock was at the ready once more. He slowly began forcing it into my ass as I began wiggling beneath him anxiously to accept more of his cock. Once fully inserted, Dad began a gentle loving rhythm of fucking my ass which was intensely sore by now. With each insertion and withdrawal, I could feel just how raw from fucking my ass had become. Dad continued his leisurely gentle motion of fucking as he gazed intently at me. I looked deeply into his eyes looking for any signal of his approval. He had said nothing about how I had done. He had not said anything about whether or not I had fully satisfied his friends or if I had embarrassed him with a poor performance. I saw nothing. Dad hid all information from me. He was a God. Dad fucked me in this position and fashion for a very long time. Just as he gave no hint of emotion neither did I yet I knew that between us there was something there. I just did not know what. Dad would tell me when he was ready. What I realized was that I had to focus on making Dad feel good now at this very moment. When that thought hit my brain, I flooded myself with intent to satisfy him. Dad responded in a short time beginning to pick up his pace of fucking. He was fucking me harder and harder stimulating me. My ass was on fire to take his beautiful black curved cock in my ass and to make him so very satisfied. I began working harder at stimulating Dad. It was him who mattered and Dad sensed it more and more grinding his cock harder and deeper into me. With no sound or outward sign, Dad finally gasped aloud and I felt his cock spasming in my ass where I urged his cock on to fully unload his ball juices into me once more. Dad finally stopped moving and allowed his cock to rest. Dad didn’t have to tell me anything. I finally knew. He had just made love to me. We had not had sex; Dad had made love to me in as gentle a manner as possible under the circumstances. He had told me everything that I needed to know. I had succeeded that weekend with Dad and Plugger’s help. I was in Dad’s bed. His was the last load of cum in me. In fact, the last two loads of cum. I was being allowed to sleep with him. Dad slowly pulled his cock from my ass and lay down beside me. He pulled the covers over us. He told me to lie on my stomach. I obeyed. He told me that he wanted no leakage in his bed. He had arranged for me to be bred by some close friends to find out what I was capable of and willing to do. This was what he wanted me for. Dad told me that he wanted a white pig slut bitch kunt just like me so that he could offer me up to other black men and sometimes to other men. But, that he was always first and Plugger was always second in obedience. He told me to think on that and that we would talk more. After sleeping fitfully again, late Sunday afternoon, Dad woke me and told me to get dressed. My clothes were on the bed and all that I had brought was packed. I dressed and the three of us left saying good-bye to Bimini and thanking him for his hospitality and breedings. We three returned to their apartment. Dad asked if I had had enough time to think about what he had told me when we were in bed. I looked him in the eyes and told him that as long as he wanted me and could use me I was willing to belong to him. I owed him primary obedience and Plugger secondary obedience. We talked at length about many things. Dad said that we would talk more and we did. Eventually, we came to an agreement and in time drew up a contract outlining my servitude to the two of them. That contract lasted for over five years until Dad died and Plugger decided to move away. They took me in and trained me to Dad’s specifications just as he said he would train me. END PART 18 FINI