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Here is my first try and writing a story. I am an only child. I always wanted an older brother. My dad traveled a lot on business, and so I thought a older brother could have filled in that void, someone to hang out with, play catch with, and generally a big brother who would 'show me the ropes' (hmmm looking back on things now, Freud would have fun with that last sentence). My father was also an only child, so I had no cousins on that side of the family, and my mom only had one sister, who had two girls, a few years younger than me, which wasn't what I was looking for either. So I didn't really have any cousins with whom to hang out, either. As I grew older and started finding porn, I discovered 'family' stories always made me horny. Not the father-son stories, but the stories that feature brothers who fuck with each other would (and still do) get me rock hard. These tended to fall into two camps: the loving older brother who takes his little brother under his wing and teaches about sex, - how to jerk off, and eventually how to suck cock and even get fucked, and the other type is the more sadistic older brother who basically rapes his little brother, makes him his slave and cum dump and then whores him out to his friends on the foot ball team. I found both of these scenarios really hot. I would have been happy with either kind of brother. I can't count the number of times I jerked off thinking about my older brother's cock in my ass. I'm not being immodest when I say I am kind of hot, - just repeating what guys have told me. I'm 28, 5'9"with a tight lean build, with black hair, blues eyes, a little fur on my chest with a treasure trail down to a nice big black bush, a smooth ass, hairy crack and then nice hairy legs. I have a nice size cock, and I am lucky enough to be one of those guys whose cock is a nice size even when soft, so I get noticed in the locker room. When hard, my cock is a bit over 7" with a nice mushroom head, so lots of guys like sucking my cock, and I get lots of offers to fuck, and I've have taken up guys on some of those offers, but I have always been a bottom (the little brothers in those stories were always the bottom for their big brother) so I am happiest on my knees sucking cock or on my back getting fucked. I have never had problems finding guys for sex, but never found the 'right' guy. I've dates some but it never worked out. My fault - they were never the big brother for whom I was looking. After a few mediocre hook ups, and a few where the guy didn't get the hint to leave afterwards. (I'm a mid-westerner I'm perhaps a too polite, or is it that being a natural bottom I'm just not forceful enough to come out and say, "that was a really boring fuck, maybe you should leave now"). Then I discovered the baths. At the baths no one is expecting to spend the night and have you make breakfast the next morning. And if a fuck is only okay, well a better one might be right around the corner. Which, sorry for that long preamble, gets me to the point of my story. I have always played safe.... I mean would suck and swallow (I do love the taste of cum) but I would never let a guy fuck me without a condom. Now, we all have a 'search image' of the kind of guy we find hot. For me, as I explained, I have been on the search for my 'older brother', so it's no surprise I've long been attracted to guys who were a a few years older than my age, but who look kind of like me (e.g., black hair, blue eyes, some fur), but they seem to be a bit few and far between in Minnesota, the land of the blonde haired Scandinavian, where I lived back then. Don't get me wrong, they are hot - most of the local guys simply don't look like they could be my big brother. Everything changed when I had to go down to Chicago on business. My meetings started on Monday, so I flew down Friday after work so I could explore the city, which has some great museums and wonderful architecture - and yes, I had heard the baths down there were hot, and so it was no surprise that I sought-out and checked into one of the bath houses. I had been there about two hours , I had had some fun... sucked off two guys, when I saw HIM. I guess he was around 32, about 6'2" about 20 lbs of muscle heavier than I, black hair, blue eyes, a nice thatch of black hair across his hard pecs, a trail down the middle of his abs, and nice strong hairy legs. His towel was slung low around his hips, so that the top of his bush was coming over the top, and I could see the outline of his big fat cut cock against his towel. I literally became weak in the knees..... it looked like we came out of the same gene pool.... he was just a bigger slightly hairier 4 year older version of me. I wanted him. I NEEDED him. I didn't care if he was gentle and romantic or tied me up and raped me. Either 'type' pf big brother would do. I needed to taste his cock and feel him inside my ass. The only problem was that he was with this skinny blonde twink. Now, the kid was cute, but - well maybe it was just a one off. Maybe he wasn't 'into' smooth blondes, so I am kind of ashamed to admit this, but I started stalking him around the baths. Much to my dismay I noticed most of the guys he fooled around with were twinks, but I held out hope that while he had fooled around with a bunch of the twinks over the next hour, he didn't take anyone back to his room. So I got to see his cock as various twinks sucked on it for him. It was beautiful enough when outlined through his towel. When I saw it uncovered ....damn.... a massive black bush, low hanging hairy balls, and hard, it was about 8-1/2 a perfectly straight, a fat veiny cock with a big mushroom head. Finally, when he was in the steam room I got up the courage to try and get closer. He was on the top tiled bench, naked, legs spread slightly, his cock, in that wonderful 'not soft not fully hard' stage, just nice and plump hanging over his balls. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Sweat from the steam room, trickled down his fury chest, down into his pubes. I screwed up my courage and slid a bit closer to him and then reached out and brushed his chest with my finger tips. He gave a 'mmmm', that invited me to go a bit further and so I leaned in to gently take his nipple into my mouth. As I gently flicking it with my tongue he let out a longer moan, and then I felt one of his strong hand on the back of my head pushing me down to his cock. I slid my tongue down his chest, tasting his sweat as I went, down to his bush and inhaled, my cock twitched, my senses were on overload. Finally after all these years I was tasting, smelling, and feeling my 'big brother' (just like in those stories where the sweaty big brother comes home from football practice and makes his little brother service him). As I took the head of his cock in my mouth I could feel it stir and grow stiffer. He let out a slightly longer contented moan and he thrust his hips up slightly. He kept his one hand on the back of my head while I felt the other slide down my back to my ass, which by now had a nice slippery sheen of sweat. His had massaged my smooth ass cheeks for a bit and then started to explore my hairy crack. The hair was slicked down due to the sweat, but he found the longer hair right around my hole and started playing with it, pulling on it a bit and I moaned around his cock which was now fully hard and lodged down my throat. When his finger started entering into my hole I lifted my ass up, almost fucking myself on his finger and started to whimper when he found my prostrate, I sucked his cock and he worked my slippery butt for a while. I was in heaven, my 'big brother' was as hot and sexy as I had fantasized. His fat cock was in my mouth and I could taste his sweat and the precum that was leaking out of his piss slit. My nose was buried in his bush, his fingers fucking my ass. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his cock, but instead of saying 'thanks I think need to take a break' and ending it - as I had seen him do with the twinks earlier in the evening, he brought me up to his face and kissed me. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth, like he wanted to fuck my mouth with it. It was a forceful kiss, but with a hunger behind it, as if he needed me as much as I needed him. When he finally broke off, he was smiling. "You kiss as nicely as you suck. I don't like to fuck guys who don't know how to kiss, so are you really a bottom? Do you want to get fucked? Or do you just suck?" I quietly replied "Trust me, I am a total bottom. I love to suck but I really love to get fucked and you don't know how much I want your cock in me right now. I will do anything you want if you will fuck me." He smiled wider. "Nice. I like a nice hungry bottom. Its not very comfortable fucking on this tile, so let's shower off and go someplace more comfortable." I followed him into the shower room, and we both took a quick rinse next to each other and then toweled off. As I was about to wrap my towel around my waist he took it from me, and throwing it and his towel over his shoulder, he lead me naked into the orgy room. I was disappointed that we were not going back to his room, as I would have loved an intense one-on-one, but if he wanted an audience, I would do what ever it took to get his cock in my ass. There was a bowl of condoms by the entrance to the orgy room but he didn't take one. The room had a wide continuous carpeted platform around three sides of the room. Much of the platform was already full with other couples and groups going at it, so he lead me over to the corner that was more-or-less empty. Then he turned me around and as he pushed me down onto the platform I noticed one of the twinks with whom 'my brother' had played earlier in the night was also on his back getting fucked by a big black guy. As 'my brother" pushed me down, I naturally spread my legs as he lay down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock against my ass as he kissed me again. Again it was a forceful, hungry kiss. I could feel his rough 5 o'clock shadow rub against my face. (I had shaved when cleaning up at the hotel before I had come so my face was nice and smooth). While we kissed our hands explored each other's body. When we finally came up for air, he took one hand and started to align his cock with my hole and started to push in. "Wait, get a condom," I murmured. He paused, clearly startled, and replied "What happened to 'I'll do anything'? I thought you were a good bottom and wanted to get fucked." "I'm a bottom and I love getting fucked, and I have NEVER wanted to get fucked by anyone more than you. Please, fuck me, but please let me get a condom." He sighed and got up and walked away, I was devastated. But he stopped by the door where the bowl of condoms were, picked one up and walked back. He leaned down and kissed me, a little more gently this time "Listen, you are really hot, and I really want to fuck you, and you are an amazing cock sucker. Clearly you have been trained well, but you need more training on getting fucked. A bottom's job is to make the top's cock feel as amazing as possible. That's what you are here for." He turned and motioned to look at his friend who was next to us who had been getting fucked by the black guy when we came in. The black guy was now in the act of withdrawing his bare cock out of the kid's ass. I knew about 'barebacking' but had never seen it, never even seen a BB porn movie. All I knew about 'unprotected sex' was the horror stories we had been taught in sex ed class in school. So the sight of seeing a guy pull his raw cock out of the kid's ass was a shock - and, of course, very exciting. I could see a few drips of cum on the cock. The kid sat up, took the cock into his mouth and cleaned it off, smiled and said "Thanks Darryl.... that was hot." I was shocked. "Now see, Zach is a well trained bottom, HE knows how to give total pleasure, don't you Zach?" Zach smiled and moved over closer to us. "Well, I had a very good teacher" he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Well class is back in session." He motioned to my cock which gone soft during this discussion and said "Get it ready for the experiment." Zach smiled and leaned down and started sucking, while my 'brother leaned in and once more fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was rock hard in seconds. Once I was hard again Zach opened the condom and rolled it on my cock and before I knew what was happening sat on my cock. My 'brother' leaned in and said "that feels nice doesn't it? A nice ass on your cock?" "Yeah, it does." He nodded and Zach got up and ripped the condom off my cock and before I knew what was happening he sat back down on it and started riding my cock. "Now," my 'brother' said and he leaned in so just Zach and I could hear what he was saying, "Doesn't that feel a LOT better on your cock? I know you see the advertising about how thin brand x condom is, how 'natural' it feels? Bullshit, no matter how thin the condom is, no mater what special lube you use, it totally kills the sensation, and it creates a barrier. Sex should be about sharing, connecting. Blow jobs are great, but real sex is fucking. That's how real men have sex. Fucking. Fucking raw. Breeding is what it is all about. With the condom on, yeah, Zach's ass is a sweet fuck, but you couldn't feel just how sweet and velvety smooth his ass walls are. You couldn't feel the the other loads of cum already in his ass, could you?" The whole time he was giving me this lecture, Zach was riding my raw cock, and nibbling on my other ear lobe. Then Zach whispered "Do it, give in. You know you want to. If you are really going to be a bottom you need to join the brotherhood. Please? You will Love Chris' cock. He's a great guy and he gives the best fuck. Let him breed you." With that, Chris, my 'brother', who's name I now knew, leaned in and kissed me, deep, with that hunger that had captured me earlier. "Do it" Zack whispered. My head was spinning. Zach's ass felt amazing on my cock, and it was a million time better without the condom than it was when I was wearing a condom. Who knew that fucking could feel this good? Maybe I would fuck guys more often, but it was 'unsafe' 'risky' 'dangerous' - but it felt SOOOO good! "So how about it bro?" Chris asked. "You got me all hot and bothered. Will you let me fuck you, or do I have to find some 'real' bottom to fuck?" That 'bro' broke down the final barrier. I turned to look at him, looking into his blue eyes was like looking into a mirror. I had been looking for him for so long I couldn't let him walk away. I had jerked off too many times to this scene. Here was my big brother who wanted to teach his 'little bro' about sex, how to be a better bottom, how totally please him. I mean damn. I always prided myself on giving guys a great fuck. I knew my ass is talented. That I could really milk a cock, but here was Zach showing me that I had only been giving half the pleasure that I could have been giving the tops who fucked me - that up to now, I had not been a 'real' bottom. I knew I had to do it - at least once. Just this once would be okay, I thought. It can't be that risky. Chris seemed like a total top. Sure, he wasn't a bottom. It would be safe. Just this once. "Please little bro. Please, I really want to fuck you." "Do it. Let Chris fuck you. It will be amazing." "Yes" I answered. "Yes, what?" "Please Chris, fuck me." "And....?" "Don't use a condom" I said. Zach immediately rose off my cock and I 'assumed the position' on my back, legs up, and took my hands and spread my smooth ass cheeks to expose my hairy crack and hungry fuck hole. "Are you sure?" Chris asked as he positioned his fat mushroom against my hole and started to nudge his way in, just a little. "Yes, fuck me." As I felt his raw cock enter me, the final wall of resistance was broken. "Fuck me, fuck me raw and breed me. Bareback me" I pleaded looking straight into his eyes, adding a simple command: "Use me." He started slowly, almost tenderly, just like the 'nice' older brother in all of those stories. But as the fuck went along my moans and pleadings to be breed and fucked raw became increasingly urgent, and he responded by fucking faster, harder, and rougher, pinning my wrists down over my head. He frequently kissed me hard and deep, and then would move over and lick out my furry pit, then bite down hard on the muscle that runs along the top of the pit, connects the pec to the bicep, trailing his tongue up my neck, whispering in my ear how "Good your ass feels on my raw cock" and how much "I love the feeling of my bare dick in your ass" and "How fucking great it feels to bareback you." Then sliding his tongue down along my neck licking, he would sucking on that curve where the neck meets the shoulder and then bite down hard. I was going crazy, moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. Begging for his cum. I wrapped my hairy legs around his waist, holding him in, afraid he would escape. The whole time Chris was fucking me Zach was right there, serving as our cheer-leader, whispering encouragement into my ear: "Take it, take his raw cock, milk all his cum out of hairy balls, drain them, Didn't I tell you he was the best fuck? Don"t you love his raw cock filling your ass?" Even with the hard rough fuck Chris was giving me, I could feel when he was getting close. His thrusts into my ass became more urgent, more jerky, he looked me in the eyes, "Are you ready for your first load?" "YES. Breed me! Give me your load. I want your cum inside me,,,, BREED MEEE!!!" "FUUUUUCCCK, take IT!!!!!. TAKE IIIT! " It was amazing. I had been fucked a lot before this, but even when I had been fucked by boyfriends, where there had been at least some, even if not long lived, 'emotional connection', I had never felt anything like this experience. I could feel Chris's cock erupting inside if me. I looked Chris in the face as he came - just as I had looked into the face of so many guys who had come in my ass, but his face was different from all the others. Not because he was my 'long lost brother' of my dreams, but because his pleasure seemed more intense, and I realized that was what I craved: to give that level of intense pleasure to a man. Yeah, fucking Zach raw had been hot, but I was a bottom, and I realized THIS is was my purpose in life. My ass spasmed as he came inside me. "Welcome to the club" Zach whispered into my ear as Chris kissed me and pulled slowly out of me. While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels off, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" - To be continued -

I have lived a very fortunate life. I came into enough money to live more than comfortably and decided I wanted to live in a fantasy so to speak. So I moved to a new town, got a big place, and got me a few house boys. I knew what kind I wanted, or at least I thought I did. After many interviews I found 3 that were very much to my liking. Luke is a short built blonde firecracker. He’s got a great laugh and a seriously kinky side. He loves to cook so he’s the butler, cook, and personal trainer. Next was Gabe. I usually don’t like the younger thinner set but he was too sweet and willing to do ANYTHING for the job and for me so I took him on as the cleaning boy. Finally there is Jake. Jake surprised me, I usually don’t find guys taller than me attractive and me being 6’2” I don’t run into them a lot anyway. But Jake is 6’4” and has the shoulders and chest of a god so he was hired. He is my gardener, driver, and mechanic. Each is special in my eye in a different way. I can’t forget the first time I bred each one of them. But those are stories for another day. Today I wanted to write about our latest contest I had with them. First you have to understand I LOVE cum, anyway I can get it, the feel, the taste, just everything about it. I knew it was going to be a rough week at work so I designed a contest for them. I gave them one weekend, from fri night till sun morning to bring me the best hole they could. I didn’t care who fucked them or how many. Whoever brought me the best cum sloppy, sweet tasting, warm, worn hole the way they all know I like it, would win. I promised the winner a good bonus and a small trip just the two of us and sent them on their way. I knew each of them had at least one fuck buddy besides me but wasn’t sure how far they would go. I just knew I love sloppy seconds and was hoping they would surprise me. And they did. I swear I didn’t see much of any of them that weekend. Fri night I had a work dinner and came home and no one was there. I later got a text asking me to join them at a club we sometimes go to. I decided to stay in though. Each of the boys has a room that has access into the house and to the outside so they can come and go as they please. I had a few drinks and went to bed. I figured if any wanted a judging that night they would wake me up. The next morning I woke up and started toward the kitchen. That’s when I heard Gabe getting plowed upstairs, and noticed Luke was walking like he was freshly fucked making breakfast. He always looks hot in the morning, he was standing there in a red tank top showing off all the definition of his chest and arms. I could just make out those rosy nipples that taste so good. The cotton gray pajama pants that hung over his ass just reminded me of those sweet globes and that perfect winking hole I have seen, kissed, and felt the inside of so many times. I asked him “How are you doing this morning? You’re looking a little bow legged.” “I’m fine, just trying to keep it ready for ya.” “Oh, is it ready to be judged?” I said as I felt myself harden in my pants so excited at the idea. “Not yet. I have two more who are supposed to be stopping by this morning. Maybe then you can judge it” Luke said I groaned and rubbed myself. Smiling, he laughed and asked “Would you like a taste, just a preview?” “You know I would.” “Promise it won’t influence your vote? We all promised to play fair on this one and don’t want to be caught cheating,” asked with a smirk. I raised my hand like a boy scout and said “I promise if one of their holes is better I will choose them. Now can I have a taste?” He stuck his hand that wasn’t holding the spatula for the eggs and bacon into his pajama pants for a moment and it came back glistening. Looking like snail slime all over his middle finger. He put it to my mouth. I kept my lips closed for a min so I could smell his ass juice and cum on the finger. I tasted it like it was a fine delicacy. It was sweet and tangy. My mouth followed his finger as he attempted to withdraw himself from my mouth. In fact, I was off my stool and grabbed his waist to prevent his departure. Not to be outdone, before he could stop me. He pushed us together so I couldn’t get his pants down, turned his head and kissed me. Then said “You are always welcome to my hole, you know that, but you have a contest going on and that wouldn’t be fair” I acquiesced and returned to the breakfast bar to await my breakfast. At that moment I heard Gabe’s infamous howl meaning he had been jizzed in and set over the edge himself. We both laughed. “Well he seems to be in the spirit of it” Luke said “Of course. Are you worried?” “Not really, I know I am your ideal type, as long as I can get a lot of good cum in my hole I’ll win” “Oh a bit cocky are we? Don’t rest on your laurels. You always have to watch out for the underdog” “I’m not being cocky, just confident, besides I have an ace up my sleeve I’m not sharing” “How exciting. Have we seen or heard from Jake yet?” “We all went to the club together last night. We kind of split up as the night wore on. I think he may have gone to the bathhouse.” “You have an ace to beat bathhouse used hole?” I laughed “We’ll just have to see won’t we, besides I’m not sure that is where he went, and you know a guy his size is always being begged to be the top in the bathhouse.” “Well he is good at that too.” “Hey, I am too but that’s not the contest. Don’t go changing the rules now.” “No worries about that. I’m looking far to forward to 3 sloppy, tasty holes far too much.” “Good, because I’m making you more than breakfast lol” Luke said as he slide the food in front of me and wiggled his ass at me. “Now if you don’t mind, I have some more mixing and batter making to do before my dish is ready to be served.” And with that off he walked, still with just a bit of the stagger of being freshly fucked. It took everything I had not to tackle him and take that ass. I know what that ass feels like, and how much sweeter it is cum filled. However I resisted. I sat there eating my breakfast hard as a steel girder. When I had finished my omelet I heard Gabe bounding down the stairs to his room. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and no shirt. His body is always a little distracting, He’s got the forever tan Latino beautiful skin. He has the most delicious brown nipples that beg to be tortured and oh how does he love it. “Good morning, David”, Gabe said. “Good morning, boy. Is your friend gone?” Gabe blushed and said “Yes, I sent him on his way, he had donated to my cause and I was through with him. “ “Your vacation cause?” I said laughing “Yes, I don’t want to be left behind” He said sheepishly “You do know we are coming back” I said giggling “Oh I do, but to have to do without you and your cock would make me so sad” he says as he grabs my cock through my pajama pants. “So has either of the other boys turned in their homework yet?” “No, I think they are both still working on it.” “Is there any extra credit if I turn it in early?” “Not neccesarly” “But it’s not gonna hurt me to turn it in early” he says as he bends over the counter next to me. “No, it might help your cause seeing as your brother was in here turning me on making me breakfast, I could really use the chance to get off.” “Good cause the fresh load I have in my ass is begging to be worked in.”He says as he pulls down his shorts. “I even added my own loads to the hole.” I stood and walked over to him, savoring the sight of his round ass. It is almost hairless expect for the crack. As I got closer I felt myself smiling seeing the cleft of his ass sitting there, begging for it. “So how long have you been working on this hole?” I asked as a felt the globes of his ass. “All night sir, I wanted to get it as full and sloppy as possible for you, I was going to go even longer but I’ve come upon a dry spell this morning and wanted to get it to you while it was fresh.” “Well you do know how I like it Gabe” As I parted his cheeks I saw just a hint of shine at the top of his crack. I started to follow it down with my eyes, noticing the mix of cum, sweat, saliva, and ass juice blended together in his crack, covered with the finest of hairs. I was hard as a rock. It took everything I had not to just drive home in one swift motion. But I remembered I was supposed to be judging this and wanted to get all the aspects of this fine specimen. I leaned forward and sniffed it and felt a drop of precum leak out of myself. Running my tongue down around his ass he started to squirm. As I got closer and closer the taste got stronger and stronger. I finally made it to his winking hole and felt the heat coming off his fresh fucked hole. I dove in. He kept squeezing his hole to make sure to keep it in but was moaning so loud from my tongue assault. I am humming in his ass eating his ass like I am a ravenous animal given his favorite dish. Licking, tonguing, chewing, and sucking on that hole for all I was worth, but I could only get a little cum out, he was a skilled boy keeping it in there. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and stood up to drive my meat into that perfect hole. As I stood up Gabe asked me “So how was the taste?” I laughed a bit. “You want judged on the different parts?” “I like to know how I am doing.” “I give it a 7. Perfect taste, Nice and fresh” “Why only a 7?” He says as he is wiggling his ass on my cock. “Because though I can tell that the hole is cum filled, I can always have more cum” As I am thrusting in his crack. Feeling my dick rub his hole over and over. He keeps trying to get it in but I am enjoying his slimed crack. “Come on daddy, my hole feels great and it needs you in it.” At that I knew I was going in on the next stroke, and I did, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. He cried out nice and loud just like I like. I left it in at full dept and felt his hole squirm and stretch as it adjusted to yet another cock in the warm cum cavern. I heard the front door open as he screamed, and then proceeded to thank me and my cock. I saw jake walk in, he looked rough, he was a little dirty and his clothes looked worn. He smiled at me and winked as I was balls deep in Gabe. “I’ll get to you next, Jake.” “Oh I’m not ready yet, Sir” “Sir?” “It’s been a long night of service to get ready for you. But I am not done yet.” “Got it, your brother wanted extra credit for turning in early.” “Did he get some?” “No extra credit, but he is defiantly fresh and going to get it good” at which point Gabe couldn’t handle it any longer and started trying to move all over my cock. But with his jammed between me buried deep and the counter he couldn’t do much but milk my cock in his ass, moan, and groan. Jake laughed and turned to walk away and I noticed his jeans had a hole ripped in the ass and his pants were soaked around that hole. Between Gabe squirming on my cock and the sight of that I felt my dick get even more ridged. I almost blew right there but I knew I wasn’t done. I gave his hole 5 good deep slams and pulled out and dove for that hole before it all leaked out. And was I ever rewareded. I got my face planted in his ass just in time to catch cum running leaking out of his hole. Swallowing and sucking I gathered all the cum I could from that hole. He just kept up his growling and started his pleading to be breed. I stood up and drove back in. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was way too turned on but was determined to give him a good ride and did. I started thrusting on him and he just got dirty in his talk. He was begging for cum, calling me every name in the book. “My cum channel needs you daddy. Make me yours, load me up. You own this hole no claim it. I wanna feel your morning load coating my ass. I wanna keep it in me forever. Own my ass, tear it up so no one else can use it but you. Deeper, harder, just own it.” After all that talk spewing out of his mouth I just started smacking his ass to feel that muscle squeeze me tight. And when I was finally close enough I bent over his back and grabbed his nips. He needed pain and I needed to feel his ass get as tight as possible. I pinched hard. I tried to rip those bastards off and felt his ass tighten up from the pain just causing him more pain. He cried out. He went rigid which sent me over the edge. I kept thrusting right past his protesting ass and enjoyed the ride. He was screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure. That was it I grunted load and dumped a load in my little houseboy. It felt like it went on for ever. I just kept shooting steam after stream of cum into his ass. And I hadn’t let go of his nips. I had held on for dear life as I jizzed his hole. He let out a scream. This boy always has had jizzjoy. That was that I thought. “Did you jizz the counter Gabe?” I said as I released his nips. He sighed. “No sir, I know better.” “Good boy, damn nice hole” I said as I slipped out of his hole “Thanks Daddy.” “Now get me a sharpie” I smacked his ass to tighten the hole “And keep that cum in” He reached over the counter and produced a sharpie out of the drawer there. I took the black marker and wrote an 8 on his ass. “Of course, nothing makes me happier. How did I do?” “You did great as always and I scored your hole too” “And?” “I wrote it on there at the time of deposit so as not to be skewed. If you wanna find out what it is find a mirror” I said laughing. “Oh and no pants till tomorrow morning and only a jockstrap if you need underwear. I’m going to want to taste that ass later again.” “Got it, Thanks” To be continued

I've never been the best at sentence structure and grammar so if you're up for it and interested feel free to fix my mistakes One fantasy I have is being taken off the street and takes into the countryside to a farm and held hostage by the owner and his farm hands. They strip me naked and tie me up in the barn, upright to a stake with a knee spreader and my ankles tied spread. I'm blindfolded, gaged and just left there. I don't know how long I'm there till I hear the crack of the whip and the burn cross my back repeatedly, never breaking the skin it feels like it continues for hours, it stops and I'm doused in ice water and left again. The stake is moved and I'm on all fours, a cold substance is smeared Over my asshole then big meaty fingers penetrate me, I struggle and a massive hand comes down on my ass and a voice tells me to cut it out he removes his fingers and lines his cock up and rams himself balls deep in one go he's massive long and think. There's no getting used to it he just fucks pounding away like the beast he is, he goes for what seems like hours until he slams himself balls deep and howls as he explodes pouring what seems like an unending street of Cum. He pulls out and says "Have fun boys". From then on it seems like an unending line of men Fucking me at each end. At the end of it all I'm plugged and the stake is put back in place. The same man from the start comes forward and places his hands on my shoulders and says "Get some sleep slut coz you've got a long couple of days ahead of you and just remember you asked for this I'll make sure you get your money's worth". And with that I'm left alone out in the open thinking to myself that I've no idea what he was talking about and that he must have made a mistake, that they have the wrong person. more to come if there's interest

most recent load was at 3am this morning...I work at the Walmart near my house as a stocker (not stalker lol) ...took my managers load by the loading dock lol...ironic lol. he's not the best lookin guy in the world but ugh fuck he's got a nice big thick cock...but yeah...hehe...was a pretty good load hehe

Part 7 The twins have been with us for almost a year now and have become very popular stars for the company. They made a decision to concentrate on pozzing unsuspecting twinks and we not only supported their decision, we encouraged them to pursue and secretly record these sessions. One of these sessions was unreal. The twins had been chatting with this high school senior for a while. His name was Grayson, he was soon to be 18 and was fit, toned, slim twink, barely 6 foot and weighed in at 160 pounds (soaking wet) with a nice 6 and a half inch cut cock, brown hair and brown eyes, the kind of innocent twink the twins loved to infect. Grayson couldn't wait to get laid. He had only had a few experiences with classmates limited to only minor sucking. He wanted more, and the twins were determined to give him all he wanted (and more). They had made plans to meet up the weekend right after his 18th birthday. The plan was to get a hotel room to celebrate his birthday with a weekend of alcohol (drugs) and (bareback) sex. The location was to be somewhere he would feel comfortable and safe to explore all that he wanted. The twins agreed to pay for the room at the hotel of his choice. Since we knew most of the hotels in the area and had someone on the 'inside' of each establishment, which ever location he chose we'd be able to have wired for video and sound within minutes. We were happy when he chose a hotel not that far from our location. This was going to make the transmission of the feed back to the company easy for distribution. We had a crew ready to go and within 30 minutes the room was set up, cameras in all the right places and the heat turned up just right to get the boy ready to lose some clothes. The twins met Grayson in front of the hotel and the three of them walked in to register for their room. This was all prearranged with the clerk first giving them a room on the first floor close to the lobby and as we guessed Grayson then asked if they could have a room that was 'out of the way, on the second floor' which was all set up for their use. Once inside the room the boys started by drinking a couple beers and chatting. They easily hooked a laptop up to the TV and had a good supply of bareback porn playing as they talked and began to discuss some of the same topics they had chatted about on line. He asked again how long the twins had been fucking each other and how often they hooked up. As the alcohol began to seep into Grayson's brain the twins told him that they have been fucking each other for several years and that they had never hooked up with anyone else since they preferred to fuck raw and knew that they were both clean (they were clean, they showered before meeting up with the newbie). Grayson did have some apprehension about fucking bare. The twins placed ideas in the 18 year old’s head by telling him they had tried to be good little boys and used condoms a couple times only to end up pulling them off. They admitted that fucking raw was so much better and the way they preferred to fuck. They could see the talk was turning Grayson on since he was getting a noticeable bulge in his jeans. With the temperature of the room it wasn't difficult to lose pieces of clothing. Before the unsuspecting Grayson knew what was happening they were all down to their underwear (Andrew Christian boxer briefs for the twins and regular boxers for Grayson). The boxers looked like they were too big for Grayson's slim frame. It didn't take much to get Grayson to shed what little clothing allowing Grayson to feel the hot, warm mouth of one of the twins engulf his hard cock. While one twin had the newbie preoccupied the other twin was busy retrieving the 'goodies' that were stashed in the room. There was vague discussion about drugs when they chatted and they knew Grayson had on rare occasions smoked pot with friends. This was going to help in an easy transition to Tina. They had a pre-packed bong with them (pre-packed with the best pot I had along with a generous amount of meth mixed in) so when the free twin lit the bong and took a nice hit it was not really a surprise to Grayson. The twins traded off the cock for the bong and the other twin now took a nice hit before offering it to the newbie. Grayson was lost in the feeling of the alcohol (they had already consumed) along with the expert blow job he was receiving so when the bong was offered to him he didn't hesitate as it was lit for him. The twin with the bong in hand quickly pushed in a shard of a Tina just before the bong was offered to Grayson. The newbie had no clue as he began to take a massive hit while being encouraged by the twins. That one hit developed into 5 massive hits as the contents were quickly smoked up by the unsuspecting 18 year old. While the pot and meth were quickly invading the newbie's body and brain the bong was changed from one to smoke pot to one for strictly Tina. This was accomplished by inconspicuously changing the glass stem that was made for pot to a more bulbous one that was intended to hold an ample amount of Tina. Without missing a beat or suspecting anything Grayson kept hitting the bong now only containing Tina as the twins slowly took him to the point of no return. Grayson no longer needed direction to hit the pipe as he freely smoked away and the twins took turns sucking his semi hard cock and munching on his virgin hole. There was no warning when one of the twins lubed up a finger and slowly slid it inside the hairless, warm and tight hole while pushing a nice size shard of Tina while the newbies hole was teased and prepared for gifting. When the Tina began to melt along with the burn and new sensation on Grayson's prostate sent the 18 year old over the edge as he began to fill one of the twin's mouth. The twin made a mental note at how nice Grayson's sperm tasted as a thought quickly popped into his head. He decided not to swallow the large load of but shared a small portion with his brother before giving the rest to Grayson, giving the newbie his first taste of cum. Grayson swallowed the jizz without any instruction as more fingers and Tina were being pushed into his hole. As the drugs worked on transforming the semi cautions newbie into a (soon to be) cum hungry bottom the final step of their plan was close to being implemented. They maneuvered Grayson onto his back as the twin at his hole switched from fingers to his tongue. They knew the sensation of his first rim job would distract him as more Tina was worked into his hole as he smoked more Tina from the pipe. As the one twin at between Grayson’s legs began to really work his tongue in and around that hairless, virgin hole the newbie couldn’t help but begin to moan as the other twin decided it was time to feed the 18 year old his cock. As they stimulated the newbie to a point where he wouldn’t even care about taking raw cock the one twin made sure to get his hole nice a wet for entry while the other twin had a prepared point in hand. They further distracted him by pointing to the video on the TV of a group of young guys who all looked to be the same age, with one that was almost like Grayson. They pointed out how the kid was going to get fucked just like Grayson was going to be shortly. Once Grayson was distracted by the video and lost in the pure pleasure he was receiving from the twin who had been providing an expert job at eating his hole they knew he was ready for the final step. The twin between his legs began to slowly rub his bare cock up and down along Grayson’s crack the other twin was quick and swift as he applied a tourniquet to the newbie’s upper arm, and then quickly wiped a prominent vein with alcohol just before sliding the point home. As he registered a good flash the twin between his legs began to aim his bare, death stick on its target as the slam was efficiently emptied. Grayson tried to take the cock lodged inside his mouth out before it was pushed further inside as the tourniquet was removed almost as quickly as it was applied. Grayson had no way of avoiding the coughing fit that was eminent since the point was originally filled just over half way with crush meth and dissolved with barely enough water to make a nice thick 0.5 slam. While Grayson was coughing the twin between his legs was able to bury his cock balls deep inside the newbie’s no longer virgin hole and began fucking away. Grayson came out of his coughing fit as he rode his first rush while (unknowingly) taking his first bare cock. It was evident by the expression on the kid’s face he was getting into being fucked. It was strange to hear Grayson ask if the twin had slipped a condom on before he started to fuck him. Nothing was said, the twin fucking him just maneuvered his thrusts to hit his prostate just right and send waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body. After a few more minutes it was time to let Grayson know he was taking it raw and get him to beg for more. The twin who had be feeding his cock to him grabbed one of his hands and placed it on the hard cock that was working his hole. They each complimented Grayson on how well he was taking his first fuck like a champ. Grayson felt the slick meat working in and out of his own ass when his eyes shot wide open as he realized that the twin fucking him wasn’t wearing a condom. Grayson shouted out ‘You’re not wearing a condom! We’ve got to stop so you can put one on. Please?’ The twins seemed to look down and chuckle a bit as they told him that he knew full well that they only fuck raw and besides he didn’t ask for a condom when they started fucking. Besides they think he wanted it raw that he really prefers the feeling of raw dick in his ass. As that was said the twin fucking him punctuated the statement with a few good, long strokes that made Grayson forget about wanting to fuck wrapped. With him still riding his first rush they could see the wheels spinning in his head as he yelled out, fuck yeah, bareback my ass. The twin fucking him let the newbie know he knew he wanted it raw even if Grayson hadn’t before then. The twin then let Grayson know what a nice, tight and warm hole he had and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. Grayson could feel the cock inside his hole begin to thicken and the twin fucking him began to breathe a little heavier. He knew what was about to happen and his brain was screaming ‘don’t cum inside me’ while his hole said ‘Fuck yeah, give me that raw cock.” The twins both commented how Grayson now wanted raw dick and bet he’d like their load shot inside him too. Grayson never really had a choice as the twin fucking him began to long dick him completely pulling out before slamming back in balls deep. Only a few more strokes and BAM! Grayson was now being bred by the twin as he worked his hole for the load that was being deposited. Once the twin’s cock began to soften and slip out of Grayson’s well bred hole the twins switch positions and as a new cock was slid inside the newly seeded hole, the other twin presented his cock for Grayson to clean. The rest of the weekend went on with the twins taking turns fucking Grayson and keeping him nice and high. Before the weekend was over they had Grayson knowingly using Tina and liking its effects. The following weekend they were able to convince him to come over the house and party only to have the weekend quickly transform into a gang bang. It wasn’t long before Grayson had the ‘fuck flu’ and when meeting up with the twins after that the poz talk was very deliberate. Grayson became a good commodity for the business as he was able to bring unsuspecting classmates for pozzing.

On Tuesday I met up with a very dom top I'd been talking to for a week online, after years of anal chastity following some surgery. When I showed up at his place I was taken aback at first - the apartment was almost empty, with no furniture except a stripped twin-sized mattress on a box-spring and some shelves in the kitchen. The linoleum floors were filthy and gritty with tracked-in dirt, which got ground into my sweats when he shoved me to my knees. We both dropped an E as I started worshiping his cock; I'd barely got it wet before he spun me around and speared my unlubed hole. I melted into the bed as the roll began, staring at cum-stains on the wall while he pounded into my ass and throat, telling me how next time he was going to pimp my ass out to earn some cash. After three or four hours and at least two loads, he was ready to call it quits, but I needed more. I took the subway into Manhattan, hoping nobody would notice my dilated pupils or the cum leaking into my sweats. My next stop was the Blue Store, an infamous ABS with gloryholes in Chelsea. The cumdump gods must have been smiling on me, because the place was hopping. I grabbed an open booth and stripped totally naked, with a thick white cock waiting for me before I had a chance to put my clothes away. He fucked my mouth and came down my throat in only a few minutes, but was immediately replaced by a dark, lanky kid with a ripe but beautiful uncut dick. In a thick borough accent, he asked if I wanted his load up my ass, and I answered by taking it to the hilt. He tried to hustle me for $20 after he bred me, and when I said "no" he immediately dropped his request to $5. I paid up so he would leave the booth and make room for the next cock, although paying so little to get fucked was kind of a turn-on. I was alone for a minute or two after the hustler left, until a handsome, bearded guy came into the next stall and motioned for my cock. He gave great head, but that's not what I was there for. As soon as he let go of my dick I pulled it back and dropped to my knees, pressing my open mouth against the cum-stained partition. He gasped when I throated his cock to the root, and started fucking my face through the partition. Just as I was worried my throat might be getting fucked too raw, he told me to give him my ass if I wanted to get bred. I was already slack and leaking cum, and his cock slid in without any effort or lube. As he fucked me to orgasm, I noticed wet spots of cum on the floor, loads that had dripped from my hole while I was busy slobbering on anonymous dick. It was so depraved and filthy I had to do it - I started scooping up my dropped loads and sucking them from my fingers, while still getting pounded through the wall. The strokes into my ass got longer and slower, until my fucker buried his cock to the hilt and flooded my ass with more jizz. I expected a geyser of cum when he pulled out, but instead felt only a trickle running down my thigh. At that point it was late and my throat and hole were feeling pretty abused, so I headed back to Brooklyn, reeking of cum and temporarily satiated.

Got fucked and bred last night by a random hookup. When my husband came home he was horny so he fucked me while the other guys load was still inside. He mentioned I seemed good and lubed up for his cock.

Forming a Control Group for Deep Penetrative Experimentation, Hard Science and the Acquisition of Developmental Materials i.e. Sperm. Lots of it. Gallons. Which is hypothetically the amount of semen my favorite uncle pumped down my throat during the period in my life I like to refer to as ''the Osh Kosh B'Gosh years.'' I loved my Uncle and he loved me like a Father loves a son upon discovering he was born with out a gag reflex. Frequently. The years flew by and I was growing like a weed and by 5th grade my nuts dropped, I got taller, my pit's stank, I started shaving my face, and I shot my very first load while watching an episode of The Wild Wild West. This was a lively topic of conversation at the barber shop when me and Uncle Clyde were getting hair cuts, I always got naked for my haircut because I loved it when The barber finishes and squirts me all over with the air hose blowing thing, the barber's name is Mac and he commented on how big I was getting, and Uncle Clyde says it's because I'm a little cum guzzler, and that eating so much of his jism is what's making me grow up so quick. Uncle Clyde was always full of schemes and theories about how "Things Worked." Time would prove him right as my developing adolescence body quickly hurdled beyond my Uncle's rather staid letch for the soft dimpled flesh of prepubescent little boys, and our physical relationship ended. It was replaced with an almost decade long mentoring process, focusing on self sufficiency and Fire Fox era survival skills which included getting my first job at a gas station owned by a man my Uncle knew. Though young and completely unaware of the Scientific Method, I some how managed to take part in my Uncle's still nascent theory of jizz accelerated adolescent development in a perfect environment, a living laboratory, CB's Gas Station. At an age when friends were just starting to experiment touching each other's pee-pees, I was eagerly performing the sort of sexual acts one would hesitate to ask of a professional. CB was a Viet Nam war vet, a biker, a cock sucker of renowned skill, and was so good at eating ass I saw a straight guy pay him 20 bucks for a five minute face ride. Between CB's spill over, the used tire sex maze behind the gas station, and a carefully hand bored gloryhole I made myself at a near by Farmer's Market men's room, I quickly earned a reputation as a hot, horned up, bouncy little fucker with few limits and easier to make than Jell-O. I can only conclude my rather heroic intake of spunk during my formative years facilitated a marked advance in my physiological development and growth, leaving me a fully formed, big dicked, hairy, rope shooting adult at a shockingly ridiculous young age . This one singular incidence, though intriguing, is antidotal and speculative at best, Scientific Authority can only be achieved, when the outcome of an experiment has both repeatability and reproducibility. At this point in time more research and experimentation is definitely and eagerly required.

(some true details included) I've been a police sketch artist for two years now. It's not anything I started out wanting to do. As a kid,, I was always drawing and my greatest desire was to be a cartoonist at "Mad" magazine. I majored in fine art once I got to college, but there were no cartooning classes. The closest I could come to doing what I loved was get a degree in "visual communication". It turned out that I was pretty good at other kinds of drawing. I excelled at portraits. So my plans were to draw pr paint people's portraits for a living. Or maybe illustrate children's books. But I wound up working for the police department. I knew I'd never get rich or famous, but I'd earn enough to have a decent life. Most of my time was taken up listening to witnesses describe a suspect. If you've ever wondered why the police sketches you see look so vague it's because the witnesses are so vague in their descriptions. It's worse when there are multiple witnesses. You kind of have to mash all their remembered details into one drawing. That was what happened in the case of "The Lewen Park Pervert". Lewen Park was one of our city's nicest neighborhoods. He's pop out in front of joggers or walkers and expose his wiener for a few seconds. Sometimes he'd even jerk off a little. The guy seemed to have no preference about who he flashed. He showed himself to different races of men and women. My work buddy Josh got to do his sketch and I have to say it wasn't very good. Too many witnesses had muddled it all up into a generic drawing of a curly-headed guy with a full beard and dark eyes. It looked like a million characters you've seen on TV or in the movies. Or even just in your day-to-day life. A couple of calls came into the "Tips Hotline", but they were all busts. The case died and other pervs and killers and burglars took over the news. it wasn't until the guy exposed himself to the 18 year old daughter of a prominent family that things heated up again. I was brought in to create a new sketch. One of my drawings had helped catch a rapist and my reputation went up in the department. So then I was in a room with a detective and this "minor" who was not a little kid by far. She was 18 but could have passed for a senior in college. She looked almost my age. Luckily, she was very astute and well-spoken. She really helped me create a good sketch. She knew how to describe features way better than anyone else I'd worked with. I usually worked with just a regular pencil, a good eraser and paper. Some guys used iPads which had just come out a few years ago. I was old school. One of my drawing teachers once told me that a good drawing is a connection from brain to hand to paper. Add ears to that and I was following his advice exactly. Usually the witness sits across from you and talks, but I had this young lady next to me as I drew. She was so good at helping me refine details that I needed her to be part of the connection to paper. We worked together for almost two hours until the moment she saw him. "Oh my fucking God! That's him exactly! It's almost like a photograph!" It was released to the news outlets and the calls poured in. Lots of people had seen him different places, but nobody had a name or an address to go with the face. Another dead end. Even the psychic we sometimes worked with was no help. She was a nice lady named Mary who really seemed to be in touch with other worlds, but maybe she was just crazy. I continued on, sketching crooks and molesters. No shortage of work in my field. I was proud of that Lewen Park Pervert drawing and kept a copy for myself. It would be weird if I got it framed. I guess. What was even weirder is what I did next. I scanned into my computer and used some new software I'd bought to enhance it. I knew from the general report that he was over 6'2", average weight and had a tan complexion. The hair on top of his head was what they called a "Jew-fro" -- gone crazy. His beard made the general shape of his face hard to figure out. I kept fussing with details, and made the tiniest changes here and there. I did this night after night until I was having dreams about him. A week later, I contacted Psychic Mary over to help me. She didn't live far away. She came over with a bottle of wine and a tiny white box that contained a gift for me. It was a pretty blue rock which she told me was Aquamarine. "The stone represents water and has inspired artists for centuries. It represents the ocean of inspiration you have to let wash over you. Keep it near you when you draw". Crazy lady. "Thanks, Mary. I'm getting pretty intent in getting this portrait to a perfect state. I'm sure he's trimmed the beard by now and probably cut his hair. I want this to be accurate". We drank a few glasses of wine as I fiddled with the mouse and the keyboard. She made me turn off the TV because she needed to hear the city. "He's out there still....I need to pick up his vibrations". So crazy. I started erasing the beard little by little. I was almost down to getting rid of it altogether when she told me to stop. "He's kept some of it. Just a little. He's insecure without some facial hair". I'd given her some paper and a pen and whatever she couldn't describe with words, she would draw. I shaped the face as to her specifications "Maybe he's shaved his head completely", I offered. "No. No. He's very hairy and the shaving would be a daily ordeal. He just cut it short. He looks like a Whole Foods customer these days. Very handsome". I'd had enough for one night. I'm not used to wine and needed to go to bed. Mary kept coming over each evening....always bringing wine and a new rock. Aventurine, Amethyst and others. All meant to aid my artistic tasks. We worked that portrait to death. I'd drawn a handsome man indeed. Working color into it was the next step. His hair and goatee were dark brown with tiny traces of red in spots. One night, she wouldn't leave until I got the complexion color just right. Soon -- it was perfect. She touched the screen with two fingers and closed her eyes. "That's him. He's closer than you think, Scott". "How close?" "Way too close. Be careful. He's got a weapon with him and could harm or kill you. I know you're falling in love with him, but try to get past that. His name is Pete, by the way." And then she wobbled out the door. I saved several copies of the file and even used a filter to turn one of them into what looked like an oil painting. I printed that one and had it framed. I hung it my bedroom and looked at it as I fell asleep. My Pete. I'd have so many dreams about him. The most disturbing one was where I was a woman and pregnant with his child. I took the portrait down and got away from the computer for awhile. I started walking every evening after work. There was a park nearby, but I didn't go there. I just walked around the neighborhood. One evening around dusk I saw a man come out of his house with a trash bag. He set it at the curb and started waling back. It was HIM! "Hey!" He stopped. Looked my way and waved, confused. "Do I know you?" "You're Pete, right?" "Yes". "I'm Scott. Scotty. We met at Dan's thing, Remember?" (I knew from my job that everybody knew a 'Dan') "Oh yeah! How you been?" "Good. Just taking a walk". "Want to come in, have a beer and finish watching the game. We're down 6 to nothing in the 8th inning" "Sure". We got inside. I'd gotten the face perfect, but his build was larger than I would have guessed. A little taller, a little heavier. His home was cozy and dark. I remembered what Mary had said about him having a weapon. Most home owners were armed in one way or another. We settled on his couch and he kept serving us beers. The game was over. Our team had been slaughtered. He muted the TV and put on some mellow music. He kicked off his sandals and leaned back. "So when exactly did we meet?" I finished the beer. "We've met before, sort of. But not in the way you'd think". "What do you mean?" "Been to Lewen Park lately?" His face showed pure shock. "i...I....How?" "I'm a sketch artist for the police department. I know faces I've drawn pretty well. Why in the world did you expose yourself to a teenager?" He paused and gulped the rest of his beer. "I didn't know who she was until I saw the news report and the sketch. Are you going to turn me in?" "No. I took an oath when I joined the force, but I've also used the Lord's name in vain many times. Which is worse?" He relaxed a little and studied me closer. "Why did you do it? Do you still do it?" "The thrill. It would make me so horny to show of my dick. I'd rush home and beat off furiously every time". "Hey -- we all have our kinks. Just don't do it anymore. Please. You'll accidentally show your junk to a minor some day and that'll be a whole new level of shit. He nodded and we continued to drink beer and listen to the sleepy music. "I haven't done it since that rich chick saw me. But O gotta tell you, Scotty -- I get the urge constantly. I sleep with a boner every night". "Well expose yourself to me". "You're sure? Will you help me get off after I do?" "I'm looking forward to it". "OK. Here you go...." He pulled down his sweats and I saw his stiff and cut hard-on jutting straight out into the air. He watched me watching it. "Come suck it". As I knelt between his knees, he stopped me. "You're a 'law and order' man, right? Well then you also know about consequence. Everything you do fro here on will have some sort of consequence". I ignored his words and started slobbering on the huge tool. He was so worked up that he shot his load as deep into my mouth as he could get. I loved it and wanted to do it again and again. But he was spent for the night. I left my phone number on his kitchen table. Not even 24 hours had passed before he called and asked me to come over again. "Just walk right in, I'll be in the kitchen making mojitos. Ever had one? They're great". I was there in a flash. I walked in, and sure enough -- he was in the kitchen making sweet-smelling drinks. He was only wearing sweatpants. No shirt, socks or shoes. "Hey. How was work?" "Same. Nothing exciting". I could hear baseball coming from the living room so I went there and sat down. "He came in, carrying two glasses with a mint leaf garnish. They were really good and I felt the effects pretty fast. He was a pusher and kept them coming. I sat and drunkenly watched our team lose again. "Scotty -- come in here for a second". I went into the kitchen, and he was completely naked, jerking his fat meat. I smiled and that made him harder. I took my position and swallowed his load again. This pattern kept repeating. He'd surprise me with his boner randomly and I'd suck him off. He called again only ten hours later and wanted me to come over again, but I had a different idea. "Why don't you come to my place tonight. No booze. Just a little TV,maybe a movie." "Perfect". I repeated my address and he was knocking at my door within minutes. I showed him around my small place and he made various comments about my stuff. We sat on my couch and drank iced tea. We watched "A League of Their Own" which was one of my top five favorites. He crossed his leg and his bare sole was inches from my knee. It was a very big, boxy foot. I reached over and started massaging it. "Oh God! That feels good. Will you do them both?" He swung his legs into my lap and I went to work. He moaned and begged me to suck his toes. I did. For a long time. "Thanks. I need to go pee". He left and I wondered about what was coming next. "Scotty! Your toilet is overflowing!" Oh shit. Of course that would happen now. It was the weekend and I'd have to pay a plumber double. I rushed into the bathroom and Pete was there jerking his boner. The plumbing was fine. "Let's go!" "Come to my bed. Let's mix things up a little". He followed me and we lied down on top of the comforter. "Ever fucked a guy?" I asked. "A few times". "Well I want you to get off inside of me". "Suck me while I tell you story. Go on -- get your mouth on this thing". I did. Slowly. He talked. "When I was 17, I was in a nasty motorcycle accident. I was messed up pretty bad and needed several surgeries. It was a university hospital and the doctors were good. BUT. But I got a blood transfusion that gave me HIV. I've lived with it for over ten years, Still want me to fuck you?' "I want it, Pete". "Remember how I warned you of consequences? If you don't remember, you're about to get reminded". He got behind me and pulled up on all fours. "Got any lube?" "No". "Just relax then. I can't stop once I stop". And he didn't. He just pushed slowly, inch by inch. I'd never felt like pain like this. I tried to scream, but he pushed my face into the pillow. Another inch. And another. He'd pause to give me a chance to get used to it. By the time I wasn't in agony anymore, he was all the way in. It still hurt, but some pleasure crept up my spine. He picked up the pace and then lost control, going wild. Going faster and faster until he stopped. "Consequences, Baby". He kissed me and then went to sleep. We either did that or I sucked him for a month...until I got the flu really bad. We ultimately moved into together. I finally showed his the framed picture of him, and he was amazed. We continued to be a mystery to each other, but good for each other at the same time. Whenever we weren't together, it felt like a piece of me was missing. He never got in trouble again.

My last load was over this past weekend. A bathhouse daddy, who had a decent length and crazy girth, wanted the Daddy/Son thing. He'd fuck me for about 15 minutes or so then leave and do his own thing, wanking, being sucked, being rimmed, fucking another guy. He fucked me a total of about five times, but not until he bred me, which was thfinal time he fucked me, that I figured out what he was up to: he had been edging so when he finally gave me his load it would be a big one. And yes, there was plenty talk such as "Fuck me, Daddy," and "Cum in my tight little hole," and "I want your cum so badly, Daddy," along with suggestions such as "Bad boy needs to be punished" and questions such as "You want Daddy's cum?" When he finally came his load was massive.

"Are you sure you're OK?", Rafaele asked. "I don't want to have to go explaining to your mother how I failed to protect you from my horny college housemates." I told him not to worry, that I would tell my mother all about it, and that she already knows about all my other sexual conquests, and that my mother would be proud of me. He didn't believe me, so I got out my phone, and texted mum "Hey Mum, guess what? I just fucked Rafaele! He came in my pussy and then my ass - first time ever!", showing him the text after I sent it. He panicked, and asked if I really just did that. He checked the number I sent it to against my Mum's number in his phone, and went very red when he realised they matched. Her response came quickly (just like me): "Wow, well done! How was it? I fucked him a few times too, he was pretty good for a young guy. Tell him hi from me, and ask him when I get to see him next ;-)" "BUSTED!" I laughed. Rafaele and I fell over on the bed giggling. He was embarrassed, but I guess this proved to him that he didn't need to worry about corrupting me. He asked if I was jealous, and I told him of course not, but that if he fucks Mum again, he has to fuck me as well, because I want to beat her cock-count. He asked "Is that why you want to fuck my housemates? To beat her cock-count?" "Are you jealous?" I prodded. "No, but I guess that means I don't need to worry about leading you on", he smiled. "Of course not - I like you as a friend with benefits sort of thing. But hey, I didn't say I wanted to fuck your housemates", I said. "Well, do you?" He asked "Yes, but not just to beat her cock-count. I just want more sex, especially with new guys. My pussy is aching for cock", I responded. "Anyway, what shall I tell mum about when you'll see her again?" "I'm at the tennis club next Sunday..." he said. I texted Mum: "He'll be at the tennis club next Sunday. By the way, he has four housemates ... ... ... What should I do? ;-)" She said: "Whatever you (and they) want. Don't do anything I wouldn't do ;-). I guess you won't be home until late afternoon then? Get some lunch - protein is good for you xxx" Then his phone beeped, and the message from my mum was: "Thanks for looking after her today! Introduce her to your housemates. She could do with some older friends ;-). See you next Sunday xx" Rafaele was hard again by this stage. I told him he can fuck me again before or after introducing me to his housemates, but only if he promises to help me fuck at least one of them. I didn't want to offer myself to them and then get rejected. Rafaele told me that he couldn't go out there with an erection, so it will have to be before, but he'd like to do it after as well. I said that I wasn't going to say no. We fucked again, like animals, him calling me a slut and telling me I was about to fuck four other guys I didn't know, and that soon my pussy would be overflowing with cum. I had two orgasms before he came inside me again. After we caught our breath, he got dressed, and told me that he'd go and get some water for us, and talk to the guys, and I should dress and come out in about five minutes if he didn't come back first. I batted my eyelids at him and asked what I should wear, because I didn't want to get his cum on the clothes I would go home in. He smiled and gave me a few tissues to clean up, and one of his white dress shirts, which came down almost to my knees, and my hard nipples poked quite clearly through the thin fabric. I made him promise to encourage me to be slutty when I came out, to dare me to do things, give me ideas, and egg me on. He went out, there was more whooping and hollering. I messaged mum to say I was hoping to be home late, and would tell her all about it, and she responded, telling me that she could pick me up if I needed a ride because I couldn't walk... I played with my clit a bit, and then decided I couldn't wait much longer, and went out to the lounge, pinching my nipples first to make them harder. The guys didn't notice me at first, but were obviously quizzing Rafaele on whether he was for real. I interrupted to ask where my water was, and sidled up to Rafaele, snuggling under his arm, taking the water, and then giving him a lingering wet kiss on the lips, standing on my toes. More whooping and hollering and whistling, then awkward silence for a moment until one of the guys told me I look amazingly sexy, and asked, feigning innocence (badly), what I had underneath my shirt. I did my best coquettish smile, and said "nothing", twirling a little from side to side. The fabric moved on my nipples, and made me shiver. Rafaele took my water, and said that he thought I should go and prove I have nothing underneath, pushing me towards the seated guy. I stood in front of him and told him to find out what I had on underneath for himself. My voice quivered a little, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I taking it too far? Was my slut act too much for these guys, or would I get what I wanted? Some more hollering and encouragement from the other guys, and his hands carefully went to my legs, slowly up the outside of my thighs, and cupped my butt. Relieved, I moved forward in response, and straddled his lap, as he said to the guys "yep, nothing!". I said that I still could be wearing a g-string, or a bra, and he'd better check thoroughly. Rafaele told him that to stop him from saying anything else silly before he's checked properly, maybe he should kiss me. As we kissed and his hands explored my body under the shirt, I felt his erection pocking through his shorts and pressing gently against my wet pussy. I slipped my hand down to rub it, as we kissed and he pinched my nipples with one hand, then the other. I felt one of his fingers go down my butt crack and find my pussy, slipping inside my hot and wet hole. We broke for air, and he said "OK I've confirmed, there are definitely no clothes under the shirt, and the boobs are real". Rafaele said that he didn't trust Pierre, and asked who else wanted to check, and was passed around the group, each one getting more brazen, undoing my buttons, rubbing my clit. I got my hand down the shorts of two of the guys, and squeezed their hard cocks, feeling the pre-cum leaking out. The last guy, Marco, took my shirt off completely and told me my tits looked great. Jaan, asked how old I was. I was taken aback, but Rafaele stepped in, and told him that I was old enough, and did he want to check my ID? Emboldened, I said I was a late developer, but that that hasn't stopped me before. Rafaele then asked if it was fair that I was the only one naked, or that he hasn't had a kiss yet. I told him to drop his towel, and I'd kiss him. He said that if I did that with him, I'd have to do it with the others, otherwise that wouldn't be fair. I just nodded and pulled his towel off, revealing his erection, pushing him down onto a seat, and jumping on to straddle him. We kissed, and his cock easily slipped inside my pussy, though I don't think anyone noticed as they were too busy removing their own clothes. A skinny polish guy called Marcin was the first to strip off, and made it clear that he was next. I got off Rafaele, and sat on Marcin's lap. I started grinding my wet pussy on his bare cock as we kissed and his hands explored my body. I reached down, lifted my hips up, and slowly slipped his cock inside me - more whooping and hollering and cheering. I guess they noticed this time. I felt extra hands on my body. Rafaele stopped them, but I thanked him and said that if I wanted anything to stop, I'd say so, but nobody should stop anything unless I ask them to. My libido was in charge now, and I grabbed one of the other guys and kissed him, as Marcin pumped his cock into my pussy. Soon, I had a cock in my other hand, and moved over to take it into my mouth. The next few hours were a blur, as I was passed from one to the other, barely having a moment without a cock in my pussy, getting covered in wet, sticky cum, dripping from my cunt and over my butthole, and down my chin. My pussy started to get sore after about two hours, so I told them to be gentle. Rafaele said we could stop if I was sore, but I said no, I didn't want to stop until they'd all had enough, but they could try my butt if they wanted - just use some of the cum as lube. Soon, I had my second cock in my ass, then the third. While I was being gently ass-fucked doggy-style (the guys were gentle with me) by someone, Rafaele maneuvered himself underneath me, and rubbed his dick on my pussy. I took him in my hand and guided him into my pussy, orgasming almost immediately. While I was being doubled-fucked, and kissing Rafaele, the doorbell rang, and Pierre said "shit, that's Laurent, I forgot he was coming. Sorry! Let me get dressed and I'll take care of him". I whispered to Rafaele that I wanted Laurent to fuck me too. Rafaele said "but you don't even know him!" I said "I don't know the other guys either." Rafaele said "But I don't even know him!" "You're supposed to be encouraging me, remember? I want him to fuck me from behind, so I can't see him," I panted. Rafaele yelled to Pierre to wait a minute, and then pulled out, leaving my pussy unfamiliarly empty. He got up, wrapped himself in his towel, and went to talk to Pierre and Laurent. Shortly, I heard a deep, new voice, in French. I couldn't understand anything, and kept my eyes closed and my head down, as Marcin came in my ass. I heard the new voice ask a question, then Pierre translated, asking me if I wanted Laurent to fuck me. I nodded yes, and then felt fingers on my pussy, followed by a cock entering me. The cock was bigger than the others, and stretched my pussy well. His hands gripped my hips, and he fucked me hard, making my raw pussy sting gloriously. I moaned and screamed yes, harder, and more, and so on, until he came what felt like a gallon of cum in my pussy. I collapsed on the floor, then rolled over to see him. He was a tall, slim, black french guy, smiling back at me with big white teeth. As the cum dripped from my pussy, I absent-mindedly scrapped it up with my fingers, pushing it inside me again, and sighed "that was amazing, thanks guys", as I smiled around at the six naked men I had just been fucking. Pierre translated for Laurent, and we laughed. Rafaele asked who was hungry, and we all said yes. Like the college boys they are, they re-heated some pizza, and we sat around, eating it naked in the lounge, talking and laughing, with Pierre translating for Laurent, and his booming laugh following ten seconds later. After we ate, Laurent looked at me and said "again?", with a heavy French accent. I nodded, and went to suck his cock as the rest watched. When he was hard, and I could barely fit him in my mouth, I got up to straddle him as I had the others, aimed his cock at my raw pussy, and sat down on him slowly. We kissed and fucked for about twenty minutes. He was very gentle with me, and attentive, and the size of his cock made me feel every move. He came inside me, and I stayed sat on him for a minute, continuing to grind until I came also. I offered myself around again, and fucked Pierre, Marco and Jaan, then Laurent again, this time harder. Finally, by about five pm, nobody had any energy left, and I could barely walk. I called mum to come get me, pretending I was calling a taxi to meet me at the corner in 45 minutes so the guys wouldn't suspect anything, and went to shower, then came out naked while everyone else showered and dressed. It felt so sexy to be with all these guys looking at my body, having just felt each one of them fuck me thoroughly, while they were all dressed. My phone beeped to tell me Mum was waiting outside, but that I could take my time. I went one by one and kissed each of them deeply, allowing them one last feel of my naked body, then collected my clothes from Rafaele's room, dressing in front of them. I told them all to get my number from Rafaele, and booty-call me sometimes, then thanked them again and left, walking gingerly to the corner to meet Mum.

Attended an all bareback sex party last Sunday. First hooked up with a latino bear, he bent me over and shoved his thick 6" cock into me and started hammering at me right away. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and unload into me. Before I even got a chance to get up off the bed, another cock replaced his (felt like it was 8") and started going fucking me. Took a few hits of the poppers and laid there until that cock also erupted inside me. Looked back and noticed there was a line of guys waiting for their turn. So I just laid there and sniffed on my poppers until they had their turn. Walked around a bit then noticed one of my fuckbuddies I normally play with came in. We played around a bit, and he fucked me for a bit but didn't unload in me. I took a break laying on one of the mattresses, until an older bear approached me and started playing with my hole. Without having to ask, instantaneously, my body just moved up on all 4s so that the older bear could mount me. He went at it for a good 20 minutes before roaring and then I felt this dick pulse as he pumped his load into me. Another fuckbuddy which I tried to hook up before, but his dick as so big and thick that I couldn't take it decided to take the older bear's place and noticed I was super high on poppers shoved his 9x5" thick bbc in one go. Surprisingly this time around I was able to take him... probably because I was fucked so many times earlier that my ass looks like a gapping pussy. He finished inside me as well. By now, I was debating on whether to go home or not. Walked around a bit while cum is dripping out of me like crazy. By now the party is starting to die down a bit. Found a few other bottoms and started fucking them as well, a fuckbuddy came up behind me and whispered that he got a load for me. He lead me out to he sling, where he fucked me until I came all over myself without touching myself and then he came in me. All in all, lost count of how many loads that were deposited in me. Came home and plugged myself up. Woke up this morning and noticed my cock has some discharge. Looks like I caught something.

Another black guy last night. I received a Grindr message late last night from a 'straight' guy. No pics, said he's on the dl and has a girl. His stats were nice, but I was hesitant until he said he's looking to try bottoming. I was raging horny last night, and a hookup I had planned earlier flaked. So I headed to his place in PG ... worst case scenario we turn off the lights with him in doggie. Well, I'm glad I went. Short, petite yet toned build with a sweet bubble ass! We went straight to his room. I told him to strip, and I did too. He has a nice, thick 6 inch dick I enjoyed sucking. Lots of precum. I fingered his ass, and man another tight af one. I laid down on his bed and had him suck my dick while I rimmed him. Tasted so good. I was getting tired, it was 1 AM, so I threw his upper body off the bed, lifted his ass and had him on his knees, and I just drilled him. No lube, just my spit. I love it when my bitches squirm and wince. Means I'm doing something right lol. I gripped his hips as tight as I could, pulling him back as he was struggling to get away. After the first few thrusts, he calmed down and started moaning. His ass finally started to loosen a bit ... so I fucked harder and rougher. I was really only there to bust a quick nut. I had him get on the bed and on his back; pinned his legs to his chest, and fucked him hard. I had him stare into my eyes as I owned him lol. I lasted longer than I had planned. We fucked for a good 20 minutes before I plunged in deep and unloaded just as he was telling me not to cum in him. Haha slut, no, that's not how it works! I pulled out, wiped off my dick using his shirt, and walked out. At least he yelled, "Thanks!" as I walked out lol. Barely stayed awake on my drive back to home lol.

I went to the Poz, Prep, Play sex party this past Wed night at the sex club and ended up getting fucked and filled by 11 guys. As usual, I was wearing just a jockstrap, collar and boots and just bent over the fuck bench and spread my pre-lubed cunt open. I was hitting the poppers heavily as each guy took turns fucking my poz slut cunt. After the sixth guy shot his hot load in me I decided to move to the sling to get in a more comfortable position. While in the sling, another five guys came up and took turns fucking and pumping my cum filled cunt with even more poz loads. It was a totally hot night and I definitely got a much needed recharge!

Part 2 “But no sitting on the good furniture.” “Rim chair or hard wood floors only huh?” “You know the drill boy” His smile said all I needed to know. No matter which boy I took with me the other two would have fun without me and be happily waiting here when I get back, bent over the counter if I wanted. He started to walk away before I cleared my throat. He turned around. I stood there looking at him. “Oh sorry, daddy. I got too excited about my score.” He said as he got down on his knees and cleaned off my cock with his mouth. “Good boy” I heard a door close down the hall and knew one of the boys was increasing their load count and hole stretching. I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. I had a few things I wanted to go out get for my trip. While I was in there Gabe came in to see if I needed company. I told him no, I wanted his hole to stay the cummy mess it was and if he did shower I would downgrade his score. He pouted and left. Then Luke came in to see if I wanted company. I told him only if he was turning in his ass for judging. He told me no, he was still waiting on a few more scheduled deliveries. He did tempt me more though by rubbing his ass on the glass of the shower. It was a red hot, slimy mess. It looked delicious in that ass crack of small blonde hairs. I told him if he didn’t stop I would take his ass and it would be judged now. He left after that. Of course I couldn’t resist licking the glass. His ass juice mixed with all that cum sent a shudder through my body. He is the biggest tease but unlike the usual tease he will do anything I tell him to or even things I want before I tell him. I kept waiting for Jake to walk in. All the boys know I love playing in the shower and I almost always have at least one of them in there with me. But Jake never came in. I got out and toweled off. I then went down stairs to read the paper. I was going to take one of the boys to the store with me but they were all occupied or indecent to take out at that point. As I was reading two big black men walked out of jakes room. My jaw dropped. They were both naked. They were both at least 6’6” and hung. The one on the left was hanging longer, but the one on the right was very thick. They both were still semi hard. The one on the right asked “Are you David?” I said “Yes” They handed me a card and an unopened rose. The one on the left said “And he said something about a shower boy?” I hollered for Gabe. He came down from his room. I said “Your brother said you were a shower boy for these guys. So clean their dicks, then grab their clothes, and then take them to the shower.” Gabe had the biggest shit eating grin and said “Yes sir.” As Gabe got down to clean their dicks I told the guys “Think of him as a guest towel. He is pretty, he is there to be used, but down ruin it because you are a guest.” They both nodded. I then turned to my card and rose. I opened the card. It said “My ass is no longer just a rose bud. These boys have added their spunk as the final ingredient for your feast to enjoy. I wanted you to see what just destroyed my hole. I now await your judging of my hole.” My cock leapt to attention. Gabe was getting to much into giving head and not just cleaning. I smacked his ass. He spit out the thick cock in his mouth. I grabbed his nipples and stood him up by them. I then grabbed his balls so I had his full attention. “What was your second direction?” He looked at the ground and said, “Gather their clothes.” “Then go, Sorry boys. If you want there is a gang shower in the bathroom down at the end of this hall.” As Gabe came back from Jakes room I told him to stop. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. All I said to him was cage. I then went to Jakes room. When I walked in it smelled like sex. First thing I noticed was he had left his pants on but he was restrained wrist and ankles spread eagle on the bed face down. He was blind folded and still in his dirty ripped clothes. On his back was a pair of scissors with a red satin bow on it. My first thought was this boy knows me too well, a mixture of romance and kink. And I noticed no gag so I asked “So, how is the hole?” He responded “Properly prepared.” I growled at him. I reached over to feel his pucker through the hole in his jeans. My finger slide in without any pressure. His ass felt full. I could feel my finger pushing back and forth through the sludge of spunk in his ass. I was drooling. My dick jumped. And he moaned. I pulled out my finger and tasted it. It had a sharp but sweet taste. But it was so thick. I moaned like it was the best vintage of wine I had ever tasted. “Your hole is so loose and full” “I posted my photos and ad on craigslist that I would be at the bath house taking all loads. I did pretty well. And I knew I had the boys lined up for this morning. I wanted to show you how good my hole really can be. Now it’s ready for you sir, please taste, use, and score my hole” “Happily.” I said as I grabbed the scissors. First I cut waistband of the pants just to see that wonderful set of ass cheeks. At the top of his ass I noticed the end of red mark. I then started cutting his shirt up the back and found red marks all over his back. I have to say the sight turned me on. The thought of this big 6’2” broad shouldered man being abused and whipped just went straight to my dick. I said “Did you take some abuse?” “I had them lock me into a fuck bench at the bath house. One of the guys figured out when he lashed my back my hole would tighten up. I had told them not to let me out till 8am this morning no matter what so they left me and some of the other guys got off on my screams and moans and hole tightening. I’m sorry if the marks displease you.” “No boy, they don’t displease me. But I would have loved to have seen or at least heard it.” “If you press play on my mp3 player on the night stand you can hear me moan through the lashes. I had it recorded with my phone.” “Damn boy you really did wanna win this” I said as I reached over and hit play. As soon as I did I heard the belt hit his back. The scream that turned into a moan was too much for me. I stood up and stripped. I then opened the ass of the jeans so nothing would get in the way of his hole. I snipped the remains of his boxer briefs and pulled them out and off of him. He whined when this happened because I’m sure it rubbed his dick. I wanted to get deep. I then got up on the bed and started rubbing my cock along his crack. The slime of cum was everywhere. I then pulled back and continued listening to his sloppy fucking on the recording and the whipping of his back. I lined myself up and waiting for a loud scream. When one finally came about 20 seconds later I plunged full length into that hole. I felt the cum gush around my dick and onto my balls. Jake just moaned and smiled. I swirled my dick in that hole. I traced the scissors on his back. I cut the rest of the shirt off and noticed chains laying by either side of his chest. I knew they would be connected to his nipples. This boy was seeking torture today. “damn boy nipple clamps too. You really wanna be hurt today.” “My hole is wrecked, and I know you love that but I wanted you to be able to make it a little tight if you wanted too. So I gave you some options.” I reached down and grabbed both chains. When I pulled, true to form his hole clenched as best as it could on my dick. He also screamed. The scream probably made me harder than the hole did though. I was already hard a rock and stirring cum in a great hole, so no complaints. I then pulled out and dove face first into that hairless big ass. I was over taken with the taste. As I sucked on the hole he pushed some cum out for me to taste. It was fantastic. Ass juice and cum filled my mouth and I swallowed a wonderful load. As I was gobbling his ass full of cum I noticed another chain in his pants. I felt around and found it was connected to a choke collar on his balls. I pulled on it hard and felt his ass ring try to close on my tongue that was digging for more cum. I also felt his scream rattle through his body, quickly turning to a moan and shutter I could feel in his ass. “Please load my hole sir, enjoy, abuse, and overflow my hole” I put my thumb in his hole and then pushed in my dick with it. He squirmed in the perfect way, almost wanting to fight the restraints but then relaxed into it. I kept fucking him and then pulled his nipple chains. I felt his hole start to spasm. I knew he was cumming so I reached down and pulled his ball chain. His back arched and hollered in ways I never knew he could. That threw me over the edge and added my slime to the deepest part of his ass I could get too. Spent and happy I rolled off him. I called for Gabe to bring me a sharpie. “How did I do sir?” “Very well, you know me too well” “Is there anything I could have done to make it better for you?” “God I don’t know” Gabe showed up sharpie in hand and I could see the cock cage inside of his jock strap. “Are the boys gone?” I ask “Yes daddy” Gabe says. “Okay, I want details later. First I must grade this hole.” I write 9 on the small of his back, covering some of the lash marks. “Plug that hole. I’ll wanna taste it again later.” “Yes sir”

.....While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" I was stunned, and lowered my legs, closing off access to my freshly fucked hole and looked up at Chris. His blue eyes were no longer friendly or seductive, inviting me on an adventure with him. They were now a dark icy blue. "Spread your legs bitch" he ordered. I hesitated a bit too long and he slapped me across the face and reached down, and grabbing my ankle forcibly lifting my left leg, while Zach whispered encouragement into my ear "come on, you know you want it.... you just took your first load, you cant stop there".... "You know you want more" and lifted my right knee up to my chest. I looked back at Chris. Fuck I was going to realize both of my fantasies in one night - my nice older brother who seduced me into sex and taught me to be a better bottom had in an instant turned into the sadistic older brother whoring me out to his friends...or in this case, most likely total strangers. For the next hour or so I worked my way seemingly though all of the ethic neighborhoods of Chicago. First a silent blond uncut Slav. He was probably 6'2 or 3, and easily 220 lbs of solid muscle, blond - but with a flatter face with a wide flat nose, not the thin Nordic look from back home, he had a wide strong flat hairless chest and in fact was smooth all the way down to a tangle of dark blonde pubes surrounding a big fat uncut cock. Even hard he had about 1/2 inch of skin covering a massive mushroom head, which he shoved raw into my ass without much ceremony, giving a contented sigh as he filled my ass. "Sweet" he muttered, and proceeded to pump away, keeping his eyes almost closed, his hands wrapped around my ankles which he held high in the air spreading my legs wide, fucking in deep, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving in deep so I could feel his pubes against my ass. Part way through the fuck he pulled all the way out, pulled the skin back reveling his purple head and plunged back into me. While he was fucking me Zach was whispering in my ear, asking how it felt, how I liked taking my second raw dick, knowing I was going to get another load of cum filling my ass......... The Slav was fucking faster now, and soon let out another grunt, opened his eyes a bit wider so that he was looking me in the eyes, "yea. take it, take this fucking load" his thrusts which had been keeping up a steady - if increasingly faster rhythm, grew jerky and and I could feel his cock grow bigger, as he made one, two, three final hard thrusts into me "here's my load" He stayed in me for a moment his hips still, pressed deeply against my ass, as I felt his cock flex, inside me, pumping out its' final spurts of cum. His eyes had closed again while he was coming, they opened slowly as he pulled out, but I could not tell what he was thinking. As he pulled out, Zach pulled him over, and getting on all fours looked up at him and said, 'let me clean that off for you" the Slav let him take his cock into his moth while Zack moaned, I knew he was tasting not only the Slavs cum, but surely Chris's cum too which I am sure was partly trapped under the Slav's foreskin. While Zach was cleaning off the Slav's cock with his mouth, a skinny black guy naked except for a dew rag over his hair shoved his big coal black cut cock into my ass "sweet baby, you do have a fine white pussy"..."ya - take my nigga cock. ....you know you want it ....you fucking white whore".... "all you white boys want it and you are going to get it". He was probably only 19 or 20. 5'8, 'maybe' 5'9 with a tight lean build with a tiny 27' waist which made his cock look even bigger. He looked the type that probably wore his jeans baggy with no belt showing off his ass in tight boxer briefs. Like the Slav he was also fairly smooth, but his short tightly curled pubes felt differently against my ass, and it was hot to get a glimpse of his pits, filled with the same short tightly curled black hair that surrounded his cock. His 'hot' racial talk was not exactly a turn on for me... although he was my first black cock, which was, I hated to admit a turn on, I always thought I was too PC for getting turned on just by getting fucked by a black guy... but then hell, up until an hour or so I was too PC to even have let I guy I was dating fuck me without a condom, much less let a line of guys I had never met before, so I let his racial talk flow over me. But what really turned me on was that the guy REALLY did know how to FUCK!. He was almost as as good as Chris, maybe his technique was even better, Chris had just been a hotter fuck because of my whole brother fantasy. And sure the size of the black cock helped... but I had had a really boring fuck once from a guy with a dick just as big, but this kid really knew how to use it.... it was a good hard fuck. He fucked me for a good 15 minuets without letting up, changing his tempo, fast, then slow, sometimes he would pump just the head of his cock in and out of my ass lips, then just as I was getting used to that, he would slam the full length all the way into me, causing me to let out a moan and my cock to twitch, "you like that white boy? you like my big raw nigga dick in that white faggot pussy" he seemed content to fuck me, and keep up the racial patter one sided, then he pulled out and didn't come back into me again "So faggot I asked you a question. Do you like it?" ..... I didn't answer fast enough "I asked a question faggot" "Yes", "Yes What? faggot" "I want your cock", "ya boy?" How do you want it?...Tell me faggot, what kind of cock do ou want". Now as I mentioned I was a good PC liberal guy and had actually never used the word before. but now I said it with full meaning, afraid if I didn't say it, and make it sound like I believed it, he really would walk away without giving me his load " Fuck me... please,,, Fuck me ...raw ....." I took a breath ...."with that monster raw nigger cock of yours ....breed my white faggot ass.... please...." "you got it bitch" and he slammed in hard. One second my ass had been empty, the next second I had all 8-1/2" of fat raw niger dick in my ass. He fuck hard and fast for another minute before announcing loudly enough for all of the guys around us "Here cums a nice big raw load of niga cum for your sloppy cunt you fucking little white faggot slut" his dark brown eyes were staring right into me as he shot his load, and I wondered if the racial 'play' might not have been 'play' for him.... maybe he got off on breeding white guys. (I would find out later that he did, and with good reason, considering what a group of white poz tops had done to him one night a year before, but I didn't know that then, it would be another year before I learned that story... and by that time I had grown enough to enjoy the session he and his friends would give me), And right then I didn't really have too much time to think about it as he pulled his dick out of my ass without much ceremony and shoved it into Zachs mouth to have 'the pretty little white cocksucker clean off his niga cock" An Asian guy was sliding his dick into me. he was probably in his mid thirties average height and average build but his cock was anything but average, it was really skinny, - I mean really skinny with just a small tapered head at the tip, but it was at the tip of the longest cock I had ever seen, It was even longer than the black kids or Chris's, so long that he hit spots that had never been reached inside of me before. (So much for all Asians having small cocks) and he was I was sure, shoving my first three loads of cum even deeper into my guts. While I was taking his cock I looked to my right and saw that Zack, still on all fours, was taking a dick up his ass while now sucking off another guy. Looking to my left I saw Chris, his dick was hard again and he leaned over to kiss me and then whispered in my ear "It is turning me on so fucking much watching you become a total bareback cum whore" I reached over to grab his cock but he took my hand away and told me "don't worry, you will get to feel it again, I am really looking forward to feeling how sloppy your hole is going to be next time I fuck it" when the Asian guy came, I couldn't really feel it - but I knew it from how his hips jerked into me and then stopped as me muttered under his breath. His eye had been closed the whole time he was fucking me and he only glanced at me briefly as he pulled out and moved over, both to have Zach clean it off as well as make way for the next guy was was very eager to get into me. He was a stereotypical college frat boy, 5'11", maybe 6' sold jock body from working out (he looked like he had at least one letter jacket in the closet back home) with short dark hair with sideburns and just a bit of hair across his chest. He clearly thought he was gods gift to women, and that a mere faggot like me was lucky to have him fuck me (although later, on other nights, when it took him a few more drinks than normal to get up the courage to come to the baths I would see him close to passed out being passed around taking more raw dicks up his ass than I did that 1st night, but again I am getting ahead of myself) .... 'take my cock you fucking faggot cunt, faggot ,,,, ya I'm going to breed your fagot pussy' I felt sorry for the women I am sure he fucked after a frat party, - he was a lousy fuck, his only saving grace was he did have a nice sized cock, and he was so turned on that I didn't have to listen to too many more variations of "ya fag take my jock cock up your sweet faggot pussy"... "fuck you're a sweeter fuck than my girlfriend"....."ya,... you really know how to service a real man don't you faggot" before he shot his load into me and pulled out. Next was an Italian Daddy..... easily mid 50's but decent build, dark olive skin with thick fur across his chest and a trail down to a thick bush, he had a gold chain around his neck with some religious medal on it, a wedding ring on his finger, only a bit of a paunch, with a nice cock. Most importantly he was as an experienced fuck as the jock boy had been inexperienced... but then, he clearly had had many more years of experience. While I had been almost bored by the jocks fuck (well at least as bored as one can be taking ones 5th unprotected load ever, as part of ones first train run) the Daddy had clearly been turned on watching me take the kids fuck. He leaned down and started telling me how I was the same age as is son, and switched over to me being his son and how it was hot watching my best friend from college fuck me, and "now he was going to fill me up with the same cum that made me", how... "my ass was a sweeter fuck than your moms pussy" mixed in with frequent "ya take your daddy's dick"..."take your daddy's raw cock son". The father/son role play did nothing for me, it was even kind of a turn off, it just seemed a bit creepy....the only family 'play' that turned me on I was big brothers. And I had found my big brother and I had him, or had had him, and he was still right next to me and had just promised to fuck me again, and that was all that I wanted really. But suddenly I was getting turned on..... not by the Daddy/son role play...but because all that Daddy/son talk was turning HIM on..... every time he called me "son" every time he talked about his "raw daddies cock knocking up his boy" I could feel his cock throb and get harder.... and I was getting turned on by turning him on.... as I looked over I cold see Chris's cock was even harder than before, but every time some bottom came up and tried to suck his cock - or in anyway service him, he brushed them aside... he was watching me..... watching me submit to him by taking any cock he told me to take, And THAT I could tell was turning HIM on. It was a two for one. By submitting the the Dad's fantasy I was turning him on AND I was turning Chris on at the same time. All those years I thought I had been a good bottom, but now I was truly discovering what it meant to be a good bottom... I needed to be the bottom that the TOP wanted/needed me to be.... it didn't mater what I wanted or liked.... I needed to fulfill THEIR fantasy, if they wanted me to beg for their 'nigger cum' I would, if I needed to pretend that the jock boy was the best fuck I had ever had, next time he fucked me I would. Chris and I locked eyes again, and the coldness was gone, it had been replaced instead with the most amazing look of hunger and wanting I had ever seen. I saw pre cum leaking out of his cockhead and I realized that my own cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. I turned back to the Daddy, "Fuck me Daddy" I moaned. "Oh ya...fuck me like you fuck mom"..... "Fill me with the same cum that made me".... "please, please fuck me daddy, fuck me"...."Knock me up"..."make your boy pregnant" The daddy leaned down and shoved his tongue in my mouth, which was kind of hot, he was the first guy in the train run who had kissed me, the rest had just used my ass, which was hot in its own way to just being used, but Daddy was as good a kisser as he was a fuck, and it added to the intensity of the role play. He thrust hard with his hips.... moaning into my mouth..... "Oh fuck ya Nick, take it"... "take your Daddy's cum Nick"....And boy did he give it to me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot load after load of cum in his ass, It was maybe one of the longer orgasm I had ever given a top.... I could only hope that one day he would actually be able to fuck his son, who I assumed was named Nick. Cause, Nick, if you are reading this, I can tell you, your Dad is one heck of an amazing fuck... you have no idea what you are missing After the Daddy pulled out, Zach went down to clean him off, and Chris rolled back on top of me, effectively ending the train run for now, while he started to fuck my mouth his his tongue I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles at the bottom of his ass cheeks, in hopes of pulling his cock back inside of me, I could feel the head right at my ass lips, teasing my hole, but instead of entering me, he whispered in my ear asking me if I wanted to come back to their room, "Fuck ya!!!" I said. Zach seemed to know what was going on and made short work of cleaning off the daddy's cock just as the guy that had been fucking him was loudly cumming in his ass. I had lost track of who or how many guys had fucked a load inot Zach while I was getting fucked, but I had the feeling that he had been keeping up with me.... not to mention that he had had a head start on taking loads earlier in the evening. Zach joined us as we walked to their room, this time Chris gave me my towel to wear, I was kind of disappointed that Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one on one with Chris. ---- to be continued.

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

Death’s Order My week started fucked up and it looked like it was going to end that way too, of course with it only being Wednesday I couldn’t tell what the next two days would bring. No matter what the rest of the week had in store for me, I was going to end it with a bang. The ride home from work just added to my frustration, first I missed my normal bus home, then I was lost in thought and missed my stop, having to get off on the next and walk back to my building, only to arrive to find I missed place my keys. Fuck me!! It took me twenty minutes to realize that I dropped them in my back pack. Once in my studio apartment I dropped everything I was carrying on the bed and headed to my little makeshift bar to make a cocktail. In my hast, I missed the envelope on the floor about a foot inside. My mind went negative instantly. What the fuck now? Did the people down stairs complain again about me. Assholes. Bending down to pick it up, I almost spilt my cocktail, fuck that would be alcohol abuse. Odd, it wasn’t addressed to me, the front and back was blank. My first instinct was to toss it, but it peaked my curiosity, so I decided to open it. Inside was a card, slightly smaller than the envelope, which read: Death’s Order Friday night 9 p.m. 744 Industrial Park (Be ready for everything) Personal Password: VENOM Nothing on the front of the card indicated who sent it, although I did find a symbol that I did not recognized on the back. My mind raced wondering who the hell could have sent this too me. Was a friend fucking with me? Was someone trying to trap me? The industrial park area had long been abandoned by legit business, leaving only questionable ones, crime, drug deals and street walkers. A majority of the buildings in that area were condemned and the ones that were still in use were close to being labeled that. I had two days to decide if I should go and if Thursday and Friday were anything like the first three days of the week, I was going. Even with my mind doing mental cartwheels trying to figure this invitation out, my cock was so hard in my underwear that it was throbbing and pumping out pre-cum. There was something about this mystery that sexually excited me, was it that I was to be ready for anything or was it the password itself. I wouldn’t know until Friday. Thursday went by fast and still fucked up, while Friday time stood still. When it seemed as if hours had passed during the day, it was only minutes and as those minutes passed my cock throbbed from constantly being hard. I was constantly adjusting my dick in my pants through out the day. Getting up from my desk was like trying to hide a giant red wood tree in a pile of match sticks, not my dick is not that massive. As soon as my day was over, I rushed home to “get ready for everything.” I had time and I knew that it would only take about 30 minutes by cab to my destination, if I could get a cab to go there. I downed a couple of cocktails as I prepared, relaxing me. I was done and out the door with about an hour to spare with the first cab I found willing to take me. My anticipation and excitement grew with each passing minute. My cock was still rock hard, ready for what ever was waiting for me. My cab dropped me off, just feet from the door, gave me his business card, telling me to call no matter the time and he would pick me up to take me home. Maybe my luck was changing, then I saw the same symbol that was on the back of the invitation. I still didn’t know that it meant. I stood before the door, just staring as the cab disappeared in the distance. Frozen, I started to question this decision. Was I ready for this? What if this changed my life completely? Would I be able to handle what ever was about to happen? The door was painted black with a sliding peephole like they had during prohibition, at eye level. There was no signage indicating what this place was, just a number placard to the side of the door with the address. Mustering all my courage, I knocked three times and waited. The sliding peephole quickly slid open, revealing half hidden eyes. The silence was deafening it was like the world around me suddenly stopped what they were doing and was quietly judging me. The uttering of my password was the only sound heard breaking the silence and bringing the world came back to life. The peephole slammed shut, forcing me to stare at the black door once again. After a series of clicks from inside, the door began to swing open, but only wide enough for me to slip in, then it closed again quickly. I entered a space that was dimly lite. I felt like this was a man-trap. An area where someone could be handled before entering a speakeasy. I turned and was face to chest to a huge Bull. Dressed in a brown robe, fasted in the middle with buckles, around the waist was a wide brown leather waist cincher with an emblem that I could not make out, guessing I would have said it was the same as the invitation and business card. His eyes were now fully hidden from view from a hood, leaving only his nose, mouth and chin visible. Even with the robe being some what loose in places, I could still tell this man was solid muscle. What was underneath was a mystery and I wanted to solve it. “Thru the door, strip and wait” he ordered. As I turned to leave this little area, he grabbed the door hand, opened the door, then slapped my ass with an evil chuckle. Fuck me, what was I in for? Inside the room was a wall of black lockers, yet no locks. Okay, I will take a chance. I stripped out of my clothes, put them inside the unlucky locker numbered thirteen. Then I waited - again, with my cock pointing the way, dripping pre-cum to a small puddle between my feet. Another door opened, revealing another man in the same brown robe and hood, although this man was not as large as the first man I had met. He was about a foot taller than me, and had a dark presence, yet I was not scared. “I am your Priest. I will be killing your inhibitions in order to see if you are worthy of entering The Order. Hesitation is your enemy. Opposition is failure, which will lead to vanquishment and the resending of our invitation” the figured said. “You are a heretic, you deny the freedom of sex by constraining. By opposing the pleasure of skin against skin, by denying the seed of life from mixing, and by denying pleasure for those that are carrying death” he continued. “Tonight, we change that. Shall we commence?"

Bathhouse pozzing Alex was excited and nervous. He hadn’t been to a bathhouse in years. And back when he did go occasionally, he was very strict on using condoms. Now, not only did he prefer bareback sex, but he’d started flirting with the idea of becoming poz. He knew there was always a chance you could become poz from unprotected sex, especially anonymous sex, but more and more, the idea of becoming poz had started to excite him. He looked for pozzing stories online and the hard to find video clips of guys begging for poz cum whenever he jacked off. He checked in at the front desk getting a locker and a towel and headed to the locker room. It was a busy Saturday night and the locker room was full of guys either getting undressed to put their towel on and go be sluts or getting dressed to leave after getting their fill of hot anonymous sex. There were all types of guys in there, fit, muscular, stocky, hairy, smooth, young, and old. He loved seeing a lot of their cocks before they wrapped their towels around their waists. He started getting a boner himself, just from being in the room. A muscular, hairy, bearded daddy noticed Alex’s thick 7.5 inch hardon, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a brilliant smile. He had just the right amount of gray in his hair, beard, and chest hair to make him hot as fuck. As he walked past Alex, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Alex took a couple of deep breaths, locked up his locker, put his towel on, and headed out of the locker room. He had to pass through the lounge area where several hot guys were sitting around talking or watching porn on the big TV. He walked by the wet area, taking a glance inside. He saw guys showering and in the hot tub. Some of the guys in the hot tub were making out and one guy sitting on the edge of the tub was getting his big cock sucked. Alex decided he could come back by there in a bit. He started walking around the halls, checking out guys standing by their rooms playing with their cocks through their towels. Occasionally he would pass by a room with a wide open door, the occupant naked on the bunk with his ass towards the door. That was an open invitation for anyone to come in and fuck them. He decided he would have to do that on his next visit, seeing how he was mostly bottom and the idea of random guys coming in to fuck him really turned him on. There was no telling how many of them would be poz. The thought made his cock tent his towel. He saw a crowd standing outside one door at the end of the hall. It was one of the bigger rooms with a bigger bed in it. Alex got where he could see in the room and there was a minor orgy going on. 3 guys were on the bed getting plowed and the room was full of guys waiting their turns. He could tell no one had a condom on and the thought of that kept his cock rock hard. He recognized a friend, Sam, waiting in line. Sam waved Alex in so he waded through the onlookers. Even though Alex was mostly bottom, he did like to fuck occasionally and he had a nice thick cock. Sam was a friend with benefits and he greeted Alex with a hug, a deep kiss, and a squeeze on his hard cock. He took his towel off and they stood at the side, watching the 3 guys getting fucked good and watching the waiting guys keeping their cocks hard for their turns. The energy in the room was very sexual and there was a lot of verbal nastiness going along with the fucking. “Oh yeah, take my big cock!” “Love the sloppy feel of your cunt with all those loads in it.” “Gonna fucking breed you, getting so close.” The one who was about to cum was the one Alex and Sam was standing by, a stocky guy with nice muscles. He started fucking the bottom’s ass harder. He had about 6.5 inches, but he was really thick. You just knew the bottom was feeling that cock, even if it wasn’t his first for the night. “Goddamn yeah, take my fucking gift!” the stocky fucker yelled and slammed his cock home. Hearing that he was trying to poz the bottom made Alex perk up, something Sam noticed. Once the guy finished dumping his toxic load, he pulled out, grabbed his towel, and headed out of the room. Sam looked at Alex and said, “I was next, but looks like you need it worse than I do”. “Are you sure?” Alex asked. “I couldn’t help notice his little announcement about gifting really turned you on. Go ahead and shove your cock in that toxic loaded cunt and enjoy yourself. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you, so we can both get something that makes us happy.” Sam replied. “There is one thing you need to know, though. I recently tested poz. I’m on meds, so it’s up to you. It took Alex 2 seconds to start smiling at Sam, “Fuck me, Sam!” Sam smiled back and nodded. The bottom that Alex approached was on his back, which was fine with him. He did indulge himself in a little fantasy by squatting down and licking the guy’s asshole, tasting the poz load that had just been deposited there. He stuck his tongue in and sucked some of the toxic cum out of the well fucked ass. He savoured the flavor of the fresh poz cum that had been pumped into the used asshole. He swallowed some of it and spit some out in his hand to lube up his thick cock. He lined his thick, slicked up cock with the wide open man pussy and slid all the way in. “Oh GOD yes, please fuck me! Breed me!” the bottom begged. Alex proceeded to do just that. He started a nice steady pace in the used ass. He noticed that the other 2 bottoms also had new partners by now. This was by far one of the hottest scenes he’d ever been involved in. The next thing Alex knew, he felt Sam spread his cheeks and stick his tongue up his asshole. To give him better access, Alex shoved all the way in and ground his cock around, stirring up all the cum that was in there. One load at least was poz, no telling how many others were. He started making little fuck movements, backing his hole onto Sam’s tongue, and then shoving his cock into the used cunt he was working. Next, he felt Sam’s fingers working their way in him. He pushed all the way in and started working the bottom’s eraser sized nipples, giving Sam a chance to get his poz cock inside him. Alex had become a pretty big slut the last few yrs and he liked cocks of all sizes. He loved to get stretched out and he loved a good, deep fuck. Sam had a long, thin cock, perfect for getting deep inside him. He slid his long, toxic cock halfway into Alex and then held still. Alex knew he was leaving him room to fuck himself back onto Sam, and then back into the bottom. And that’s exactly what he did. He got a good rhythm going, fucking into the load of poz cum and then fucking back onto his friend’s poz cock. Alex was in heaven. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up that he knew he wouldn’t last long. He picked up the pace going back in forth, into the ass and onto the cock. “Fuck I’m getting close,” Alex said to both guys. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he told the bottom. “Yes, please fill me up with your cum. I need it!” Sam whispered to Alex that he too was getting close. “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fuck hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna shoot and I want you to shoot too. Fucking cum in me! OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Alex bellowed, shoving all the way in and shooting his cum. Sam pumped a few more times and then he also buried his poz cock to the hilt and spraying Alex’s guts with his poz jizz. Alex had never had such an intense orgasm. Knowing that he had intentionally taken poz cum up his ass took him to new heights of excitement. It also helped him make a decision. He would from now on take all the poz cum he could find with the hopes of one of those toxic loads infecting him.

This happened just a little over a year ago, but I can't definitely say for sure. It was perfect and so much like a filmed porn fantasy that I almost think my brain made it up. I write novels and short stories, but you likely haven't seen any of them. I'm not very successful even though my agent Rachel had doggedly tried shopping my work to publishers everywhere. She suggested I write something lighter that would appeal to women. My usual stuff was mostly dark, macho and veered ever so close to what you might call "homoerotic". I knew my writing had a very narrow appeal. I would sit in the darkness with only my laptop and a pack of generic cigarettes. I was almost broke so I decided to break the routine. Shake things up. I got up at 8 am (way early for me) on a Friday morning and made the decision to get out of the apartment and go get inspiration somewhere scenic. I lived just up the street from a famously beautiful cemetery that predated the Civil War. The trees were lush and wildflowers were blooming like crazy everywhere. Scenic as fuck. I sat at a small wooden table, polled a notepad out of my book bag, and started scribbling right away. Maybe a cemetery wasn't the best idea because I immediately started thinking up zombie stories ( and I'd already attempted a least a dozen of those. I tried to think of what a woman would want to read, but that led me to think up stories that were too "Twilight"-ish. I resorted to my old trick of doodling instead. It's just to keep my pen moving and see if inspiration could find me instead of me chasing after it. Birds were singing and there was almost no traffic noise. I got into somewhat of a trance and felt so mystically receptive to ideas. It was a tranquil state that i'd only rarely experienced when trying to create. Then the lawnmower started. Goddammit. I know cemeteries need to be mowed, but I was still pissed off. I mean. the grass all around me and around the stones was very groomed...so why mow it again? Just so I'd always be poor?? I swiveled around, looked behind me with a scowl and saw there was a guy mowing the ditches and hills along the edges of the property. Oh. He was on one of those mowers where you have to stand up. You know the kind I mean? I was no longer pissed once I noticed he was a young, light brown young guy with a decent build and had strikingly handsome facial features. He was scenic all on his own. Screw the wildflowers. So I moved to the other side of the table and just watched him work. I guessed that he was at least partly Latin. I maybe tried to write a little in case he looked over and saw me staring, but he was just so mesmerizing. I can't tell you how long I was looking. It was possibly 10. 20 or 30 minutes before he finished. He left the mower right over the spot where he stopped. He took of his baseball cap to reveal gloriously black hair that had a little curl at the edges. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a red hankie and stretched his long arms above his head after twisting his neck a few times to work out the kinks. It was a nice show and I almost felt like applauding excep thst he was now walking in my direction. There was no way I could keep my gaze fixed on him now so I started writing in my pad again. I think I wrote "Oh My God" about seven times before he reached the table and sat across from me. Oh My God, indeed. He opened with "Pretty hot, isn't it?" with no trace of a latin accent. "It's nice", I replied even though I did suddenly become aware of sweat dripping down my back. "You're some kind of writer, right?" I said nothing. I just gazed into his dark brow eyes which almost had a bit of an asian slant. "A lotta creative people come here with their notebooks and sketchbooks and shit", he said with a knowing smile. His teeth were perfectly white. "I..I just came here for inspiration. I'm trying to write something for women". "Oh I could tell you some stories about women, my friend". "Now that you mention it, it is a little hot out today". "Well let's go cool off then". He stood up instantly and I noticed how tall he was. 6'3" at least. We led me toward what I assumed was a tool shed. I was thinking that it that wouldn't be much cooler in this aluminum death box. He produced a key from his front pocket and unlocked the metal door that led to pure blackness. He disappeared into the dark right behind him. I inched along ynril I heard a click as he flipped a wall switch that power up a very small, industrial over head light eith a long cord hanging from the side. It wasn't all that bright but enough to illuminate a bunch of gas cans, rakes and huge white sacks of what I assumed was fertilizer or herbicide or something like that. "People get murdered in places like this", I thought to myself. Then, with another key, he unlocked another metal door that led into what looked like a small. old, but well-kept motel room. It was carpeted and there wasn't really much in it except a made bed, a dresser with a tv on top of it and one of those little refrigerators. There was a tiny window air conditioner that the cemetary man immediately switched on. It gurgled and clanked but a little wave of cool air soon wafted over us. Suddenly he leaned over and his handsome face was close to mine. "This job pays shit, but I can stay here for free with no bills. Plus it even has an address and I can get mail." He seemed really proud of the place. I tried to convey that I was likewise impressed but I think my facial expression showed only confusion. He laughed warmly and then sat on the edge of the bed and took off his giant black work boots and white socks, He stood and I couldn't help but notice how massive his bare feet were. I mean, they looked even bigger than the work boots he'd taken off and I couldn't imagine how he got them on. I didn't ponder sbout that very long because he started taking off his t-shirt. I can't day for sure but I think he took it off deliberatrly slow -- like he was in a movie or something. His torso wasn't toned and muscled so much as it was just "bulky". He wasn't fat, just BIG. Also hairless. Naturally hairless except for the black, black tufts of armpit hair I could glimpse. "Get undressed", he said in a tone that was suthotitive but friendly. I made slow work of unbuttoning my shirt as I watched him remove his jeans. I had to turn around so I could focus on the basic motor skills it took to take my clothes off. Somehow I ended up naked all under my own power. I turned back to see his fully naked body spread eagle on the bed. It was a sight to behold and I took a thousand mental snapshots for my brain to hold forever. Forever. His cut dick was full, hard and healthy-sized. It pointed straight up at the ceiling and visibly throbbed a little (though that might have been my imagination). "There's pops in the fridge if you want one", he said as he vaguely gestured with one arm. I didn't respond because I was frozen and unaware that my mouth was hanging open. He laughed again and them rolled over onto his stomach. "Give me a backrub. I been working since 8 and I'm sore all over. Please?" Well, sure. I climbed in the bed next to him and started kneading his shoulders. I'd never given a massage before and was only initating what I'd seen in movies and stuff. He nade grateful noises so I guess I was doing an okay job. While most his body was hairless, there five or so tattoos on his back. I guess there was a theme going on. Oceanic. There were stylized tides, a dolphin and s few others like that. And there was one more right above the crack of his beefy round ass: a biohazard symbol. I briefly thought it might be a statement about water pollution, but I secretly knew what this tat meant. I grew lightheaded and it was mainly because I'd forgotten to breathe. I moved down to massage his huge feet and he made mad groans of pleasure. "Sorry my feet are so gross", he said with a small voice that was muffled a little by the pillow his face was buried in. "They're fine", I answered. But actually they were a tad gross. His callouses were hard and yellow-ish. He was for sure a working man. I could feel my hands getting tired and wanted to stop, but then, what would come next? What would cpme next with the biohazardous cemetary man? I mustered a casual voice and asked "Are you a surfer?" "No. Why?" "Oh, I just noticed your tats and it seems like you like the ocean alot". "I do. I definitely do, but I got those back when I lived in Hawaii. My mom is a native Hawaiian and my dad was white." Oh. Okay. He talked about it a little bit more and noticed that whenever he said the word "Hawaii", he added an accent and an extra syllable. Kinda hot, actually. But the biohazaed tattoo was still on my mind. }So are you worried about pollution?" "I used to be". Huh? But not any more? What did that mean? He lifted his head,turned over and started jacking his fully hard dick. He motioned for me to get back next to him and I did. We embraced and I could smell the cemetary on him....grass, pollen, gasoline, assorted chemicals and sweat. It was almost overpowering. As if he could read my thoughts, he announced that he needed to shower. "Don't you dare" I responded. With that, he climbed on top of me and kissed me so hard. I tasted the Pacific islands and couldn't get enough. The worrisome tat was banished from my hrad, forgotten. He pulled his mouth away from mine and straddled my face with his crotch. With his hands on the wall, he thrust that big member of his past my lips and mouth and a little way into my throat. I couldn'y really breathe and was afraid I'd maybe die or vomit right there and then. Hw pistoned in and out of my face for a few more seconds. He got off of me and I was noticing that I was still alive. He was standing on the floor at the foot of the bed with that big intruder between his legs looking wet, red and ready to continue. He pullled me down to him and raised my legs and spread them over his shoulders. I'd fooked around before, but never gotten around to having actual butt sex. I always found the idea of it embarrassing and was afraid of the pain. And the STDs. But here I was. I almost wanted to warn him that I probably wouldn't be able to finish this, but at that moment the naked head of his dick rammed into my hole. I screamed. It hurt like broken glass was being forced into me. This had to stop. I tried to use my words to tell him I couldn't do it. I'd promise we'd try another time and that I was so. so sorry. But all I could do was cry. I tried again to say things when I realized he was he was still inside of me and further inside. I looked up through my tears and saw his eyes closed tight , squinting with pleasure. He was miles away, over the ocean somewhere, and couldn't hear anything I said anyway. It was way too late for words now. I knew this for sure when his breathing got faster and the thrusting of his wide hips got more intense. For reasons only my primitive knows, I reached around, grabbed the fleshy mounds of his butt and pulled Cemetary Man closer to me. It was an erotic gesture that came almost too late because he was suddenly done without so much as a groan or an "I'm coming". He was still inside of me but not moving. His big, friendly brown eyes were open and dmiling. Another ocean was polluted. I left he cemetary about ten minutes later with a new kind of inspiration. I went back for more inspiration almost every week that month. Early last year, the doctor found something inside me that was definitely not a story. Or maybe it was.

Introduced a nice 26 year old bi-guy to the joy of of bare sex a couple of days ago. He replied to an add I had put up on a dating site. Told met he had not too much experience and non with being fucked. Had him come over, went to the bedroom, undressed, told him to lie on the bed. Sucked his dick for a time than put his legs in the air and started rimming him, tried to put a finger in but he was very tight (so I believe the virgin thing) more rimming .. lube .. than tried to put my hard dick in him. He squirmed a bit at first but he took it like a champ and after a while I was in his ass. So I started to fuck him, the tight ass felt sooo nice and he really went for it. Even crossed his legs over me. And when he senced I was about to come, he asked me to shoot my load in him. He JO-ed when I fucked him. He shot his load, not long after. And it was a huge one.

By Tuesday, my pussy and ass had fully recovered. I was a bit nervous about the glory hole, and had called Rafaele to come help me. We met in the city at about 10am, me dressed in my most mature looking skirt and top. We walked into the shop, which was completely empty except for the assistant, who immediately asked for my id. He was satisfied with it, so we spent some time looking around at all the different types of porn and sex toys. Rafaele bought me a butt plug and we talked about all the different fetishes I could try. Eventually, we went to explore the cabins, finding them empty, which allowed us to find the one with a glory hole. We put some money in the video, and watched for a bit. I sat on his lap, and he felt me up, getting me wet, and then removing my clothes completely. Rafaele then told me he wanted to fuck me through the glory hole, so went next door, put some money in to watch the video, and put his penis through the hole. He was already hard, but I sucked him and played with his cock, imagining it to be a stranger. He was already hard, and I was already wet, so I soon turned around, and impaled myself on him, enjoying the strange intensity from only having contact with his penis and nothing else. I heard some noise on the cabin to the other side of me, which had another hole. I put my fingers through like I had heard, and shortly, a flaccid penis came through the hole. I couldn't reach it with my mouth, but could fondle it with my hands, which made it grow harder. As it grew, I could just get the tip in my mouth, and tasted the pre-cum. The naughtiness of this gave me an orgasm, and my orgasm caused Rafaele to cum inside me too. He pulled out, and I moved to take the new cock fully in my mouth, hearing the guy groan in pleasure, and Rafaele zipping up behind me. I then heard Rafaele leave the other cabin, talk quietly to another guy, and knock on my cabin. I unlocked it, leaving the cock briefly, and let Rafaele in, catching a glimpse of another man behind him. Wanking the cock with my hand I told Rafaele that this was so horny, and I wanted to fuck as many men as I could, but that I wanted him to encourage me all the way. Then I went back to sucking the cock in front of me. Rafaele said that if I was a real slut, I'd have that cock in my pussy by now, and would be looking for the next. I smiled and told him that's what I wanted to hear, turned around, and took the strange cock in my cum-filled pussy. Rafaele helped by rubbing my clit a bit, feeling my breasts, and telling me to "take that cock", "make him cum inside you", and so on. He came inside me, I kneeled down, took the other cock deep in my mouth, and rubbed the cum into my clit. The cock was almost ready to cum, so I jumped up and slipped it inside of me, just as it began to spurt. I heard a new guy enter the other side, so put my fingers through. An already hard cock came through the hole, and Rafaele said to just fuck him straight away, so I turned around again, slid his cock into my hole, and started bouncing against him, while Rafaele kissed me from in front. A few minutes later, I felt his orgasm, and saw the stranger's cum dripping down my leg. Nobody came in for a little while after that, so Rafaele dared me to put just my underwear on and walk around the store, with cum dripping down my leg, so guys who came in would know I was there. I went out, just as one guy walked in the door. I went straight to the guy at the counter, and told him to send people to the glory hole to fuck me. I felt so brazen and slutty, it was incredible. He said that he'd already been, which was why there was nobody in the store - he had to lock the door while he fucked me. But he'd just sent a tweet out from the store account, so I should expect a few more people soon. I shivered with excitement at knowing that this man had fucked me without me knowing, and was now basically marketing me to his customers as a sex toy. I took off my bra, and gave it to him, saying "souvenir?", and blew him a kiss. He smiled and asked for a proper kiss. I obliged, and he felt my boobs thoroughly. By this stage, there were two guys in the store, watching me from a distance. I walked back to the glory hole, making eye contact with both guys, and taking off my knickers and doing a twirl before entering, so they could see me naked. Rafaele followed me back in, telling me that was amazing, and that I had a lot of expectation to live up to now. I soon fucked two more guys - I presume the guys who I saw in the shop. After the second one came in me, I turned to take the third, completely unknown dick, in my pussy, as before. He pulled away, so I bent down to check what was going on. His penis came back through the hole, in a condom. I was a little disappointed, but figured I may as well give it a try. I stood up, and took him inside of me. It didn't feel great, so I stopped, took the condom off (I think this was the first time I'd touched a condom), and tried again. He pulled back again, so I called through the hole that I'd suck him, but didn't want to fuck with a condom. He agreed, so I sucked away, hoping to get him off quickly so I could find a dick for my pussy. I was fairly successful, and he came in my mouth, which I swallowed. While doing so, I heard someone in the cabin behind. Without looking, I stood up and pressed my pussy over the glory hole. I heard a voice say "Mmmm", and then felt fingers on my labia, rubbing, entering me. Then a tongue, which felt divine, though I throbbed for cock. Soon enough, I felt the tip of a hard penis nudging against me, entering me. I pressed against the hole so he could enter, and he went straight in with one push. He fucked me for a few minutes, before blowing his load inside me. For the first time, I hadn't even seen the penis which had fucked me. This turned me on so much, that I almost bit off the next cock that came through the hole in front. I stayed in the glory hole for about two more hours, and counted thirteen new men (fourteen including Rafaele) who came in my pussy, and the one in my mouth. When it was quiet for a bit, I straddled Rafaele on the stool, and fucked him again in the cabin, cum dripping all over his cock and balls. We cleaned up with the paper towels, but still smelled strongly of sex. We dressed, and left, through the quiet store, thanking the attendant on the way out - he told me to come back any time, and I said I would. We had a quick late lunch, then I left Rafaele and went to meet Mum. I told her all about it while the guy in the piercing place was working on our nipples in a private room. He said it sounded really hot, and he wished he'd been there. Mum asked if he wished he'd been there, or if he was saying he wanted to fuck me. He said both. Mum asked if he meant he wanted to fuck us both, or that he wanted to be there and fuck me. He said "all of the above", just as he finished the piercings. Shortly, we were both bent over the table, butts in the air, with this heavily tattooed and pierced guy taking turns on our pussies with his bare cock, complete with prince alfred piercing, spreading the cum from my pussy to Mum's, which she kept encouraging him with, and (I later found out), the cum from her two lunchtime lovers to mine. Eventually, he came, first spurt in me, then swapped quickly to mum, and back to me, spreading his load between us. That evening, we showed Dad our pierced nipples, and told him about our escapades. As I was describing the guy who licked my pussy, he stopped me and asked exactly what time I was in the glory hole, and exactly which shop I was in. I told him, and he said that he had seen a tweet from the store account, and had gone there about then, and had licked a girl out, then fucked her. We were all silent for a moment, before Mum said "Well, you're not actually related, and you didn't know who it was at the time, and it sounds like it felt good for both of you. Don't worry about it - now, continue the story." I finished telling my story, with Mum adding details, and this is where I found out that she had two loads of cum in her while the piercing guy was fucking her and I. I updated my journal, which was looking pretty good, and heard Mum and Dad go out to the sex club again. I booty-called Jonas, Timo and Tobias to come and do me to cap off a great day.

I got in the backseat of the car next to Mum (Dad was driving). I smiled at them, and they grinned back at me. "How's our slut?" asked Mum, beaming with pride. "Tell us everything!" I told them all about it. Mum asked for more details, to describe each cock and the guy it was attached to, and what I did with each one, and how it felt. She had me describe and relive all the good feelings and each orgasm I could remember and what the guys were doing to me at the time. It felt good reliving the experience so soon after, and I could tell that Mum and Dad were kinda getting off on it too. She gave me advice on how to enjoy anal more (not that I didn't enjoy it, but I'm always keen for more pleasure), and how to stop the soreness in my pussy and ass (Dad shared his experiences on anal, but otherwise stayed silent). When I told them about asking the guys for booty-calls, they cheered, but told me to always let them know when I was going somewhere with someone I didn't know. Mum told me they were going to take me out for a nice dinner, and then I should go home and have a soothing bath, while they go out to the swingers club and work off some of the horniness from hearing about my day. I said that I wished I could come - even if I was sore, I was still aching to be filled. Mum said that when I had ID, I could go, but that while underage, I couldn't go there, because even if people were OK with it, if they knew my age, they'd be liable if I got caught. But she suggested I booty-call Jonas for some gentle sex after my bath - her philosophy was to give her pussy whatever it wanted, and it sounded like mine was at least as greedy as hers. We had dinner, and mum toasted to me "more than doubling my experience in one day - that's probably the only thing you did today that you will never do again". I laughed, and said that she may be right, eleven more new men in one day was hard, but not impossible. If I'm to do it, it's going to have to be soon, because I've already had a message on my phone from Laurent asking if I'd like to see him and his two brothers next Saturday, to which I replied, asking him to tell me where and when so that would make it thirteen. When I got home, I messaged Jonas to tell him to come over in a couple of hours, and then Rafaele called me to ask how I was doing. I told him everything was great, and about my evening plans. He said I was amazing, and asked if I could come back next Saturday. I told him that I had plans with Laurent and his brothers, but I'd come afterwards, and that he should invite a few more friends as well. We talked some more, and he asked me which bars I planned to go to with my new ID. I told him that I didn't like to drink, so probably won't enjoy bars much, but wanted the ID to go to sex shops and so on, but maybe after today, I'd try going to bars and picking up some guys there too sometime. I really liked experienced guys, who know what they want and how to make me feel good, and probably would find some in bars. He wanted to know everything about what I wanted to do in sex shops, so I told him what I'd heard about glory holes and sex cinemas. He said that if I ever wanted company, to call him and he'd be there, and would definitely want to fuck me through the glory hole. I said that I'd call him only if he promised to help me push my limits. He asked what my limits where, and I said that apart from bestiality, drugs, children and torture, I didn't know, and wasn't sure I had any, but if he found them, I'd want him to help me push them. My goal is to be sluttier than my mum, to be the easiest woman in the world - I've never said no to a sexual experience, and didn't ever want to. Then I asked him what I should do to make myself look older, especially when naked. My boobs were still small and not particularly full-shaped, so I looked my age when naked, even if I could dress up. He suggested getting my nipples pierced, and shaving my pussy hair into a landing strip. It would make me look sexually experienced, which would then make guys think I was older. That seemed like a good idea, so after the call, I messaged Mum to see if she could take me to get them done. She responded saying it was a great idea, and she'd do hers too. I bathed, soothed my sore pussy, and then Jonas came over. We sat in the bath together, then fucked gently. I told him everything that had happened, making both of us so horny we could barely stop ourselves from fucking hard, except that it hurt too much, and so we had to slow down. We tried anal for the first time too, using his cum from my pussy as lube. He stayed until about 1am, then went home, and I fell asleep. It didn't seem long before I was woken by some noise at my door. My parents had come home with a few male friends, and checked on me to ensure I was asleep. Seeing that I was, they decided to have an orgy in the lounge. I crept out, naked, and watched them fucking in the lounge, keeping quietly in the shadows at the top of the stairs. Soon enough, one of the guys came upstairs, still naked, to go to the toilet. I hid from him as he walked past me and went in the door, not locking it. I felt desire to have this strange man, but also some fear of being caught, or rejected. I tiptoed to the door, and when I heard him flush, walked in, closing it quickly behind me as he washed his hands. He was startled, but I told him to be quiet and fuck me quickly, dropping to my knees to suck his cock to get it hard. When it was hard enough, I bent forward over the sink, and he entered my pussy, which was still lubricated from Jonas's cum. He soon added his load, and I turned around, kissed him, and said goodnight. He went downstairs, and the other guy asked him what took him so long. He said that he thought we'd woken me up, so he was being very quiet and slow. Mum and Dad took the guys to their bedroom to continue more quietly. I went to bed and slept deeply. I woke up, feeling great, but aching all over. At breakfast, I told Mum and Dad about what happened the night before, and they said that they suspected that was the case, but that it was best to pretend that they had no idea. Mum asked if I was over the soreness now, and I told her not at all, but that that wasn't going to stop me from having sex when the opportunity presented itself. She smiled, and told me I was just like her. She was going to the glory hole at the sex shop this afternoon to get some more cock. I said I was surprised that it was open on Sunday afternoons, and she said that it was one of the best times apart from weekday lunchtimes for the ones in the city. "Speaking of weekdays in the city, school has a free day this week on Tuesday - how about we get our nipples pierced in the city that afternoon?" I said. "I'm planning to do some shopping in the morning, and have lunch with some girlfriends, so we could meet after that". Mum agreed, and didn't ask about my unusual girlfriends lunch, which was lucky, as I'd made it up as an excuse to check out the glory hole myself. Maybe that was obvious, as Mum seemed to have a knowing smile.

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November 2001 I grew up in a smallish town in the middle of Oklahoma. The name doesn't matter because they're all pretty much the same. My dad was a contractor and my mom was a housewife and took care of me and my little brother. We went to church but only because everybody else did. They didn't force religion on us and were actually pretty liberal compared to our neighbors. I know for a fact they both supported Al Gore for President even though our state went red on election night. When it was my time to go to college, I picked a university in a Northern state where I knew there'd be more open-minded people. I loved it there and was doing well. No major yet, but I was thinking about trying for a degree in biology. The only bad part about my new location was that I had to drive home a few times a year for holidays. Mom was big on the big two: Thanksgiving and Christmas. When you drive through Nebraska and Kansas in a cold season, you pretty much know what a "Nuclear Winter" will look like. Everything is empty and dead. No life. I only had the company of other holiday travelers on the highway to remind me the world hadn't ended just yet. I brought along the cheeriest CD's I owned. B-52's and a Book of Love were my favorites. I'd memorized every word to every song, but it sure beat country & western, Christian music or talk radio where a bunch of old guys argued about when we should nuke the Middle East. 9/11 had happened only a few months ago and the belligerent patriotism really blossomed in this part of the country. Myself -- I was entirely sure it was a trick to get us into yet another war. I let endless repeats of "Love Shack" get me in a better mood. The scenery got much worse when I crossed the Kansas/Oklahoma border. Northern Oklahoma is spectacularly ugly. The dirt is red for reasons I learned about once but had already forgot. It was all corroded and rusted like some wrecked pickup in a scrap yard. At least they took care of the highways here. The state government was hopelessly conservative and corrupt but at least they could patch a pothole within minutes of it appearing. Up ahead I saw a guy standing on the shoulder of the road. Hitchhiker. I'd watched enough horror movies to know that you should never, ever pick up a person hitchhiking. Those stupid kids in "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" would still be alive if they hadn't stopped to give that one crazy guy a ride. As I got closer, I noticed that he looked mostly harmless. He was young, large-framed, bearded and appeared to be from the Mideast. In fact, he looked like one of the original hijackers they kept showing on CNN. No wonder he hadn't gotten a ride yet. As I passed him, I noticed he was wearing nothing but a denim jacket which was not enough to fight the cold of an approaching November night. I should have picked him up. He could freeze to death before any of the good Christians around here gave him a ride. Or he could get beaten up or maybe shot. This was gun country after all. I took the next exit and circled back around to get him. The fact that he was handsome had nothing to with it. Really. He lumbered up to my car with his backpack and a big smile. I let him in the passenger side. "Thanks! It's getting cold out there". "Where are you headed?" "San Antonio. How far you going?" "Just a few hundred miles South, but that'll get you a little closer, I guess." "Perfect. My name is Joe. My family is from Cuba and I need to go live with them after my adventures out West". "Nice to meet you, Joe. I'm Brice. What kind of adventures did you have?" "Mostly the bad kind. I went there to make it as screenwriter but everybody in L.A. already has a screenplay to sell. I was homeless for awhile and got into drugs and hustling. I burnt myself out and called Mama and begged to come home. Bad times". I turned up the heat because he was shivering. Only problem with that was that it enhanced his body odor in the car interior. He knew this. "I need a shower so badly". An idea came to me from out of nowhere. "Well, let's get a motel room somewhere. I'm getting tired of driving anyway. I've been on the road for almost nine hours". "You sure? I don't want to keep you from your plans". "I'm sure. I could fall asleep at any time and kill us both in a crash". "That would be so great. You're a nice guy, Brice". There was a billboard for a Super 8 motel coming up at the next exit. Bakersville. Ugh. I think I'd been here once. Let's just say it didn't make much of an impression. The parking lot was a little crowded. I'd forgotten a holiday was coming. Would there be any rooms available. There was one left, but it only had one bed. You take what you can get, I guess. Joe and Walked in and he was so happy with the warmth of the room that he didn't even notice there was only one bed. He lamented that he didn't have any clean clothes to change into. I'd brought way too many extra clothes with me and offered him the basics. "They'll probably be small on you, but it's the best I can offer". "Thanks. Are you from heaven or something?" "Not even close. My mom can wash your dirty stuff when we get there tomorrow". He was showering for a long time. I needed to call home. "Hello?" "Hi, Dad". "What's wrong? Are you OK??" "I'm fine. I just got so sleepy that I decided to pull into a motel and sleep here for the night". "Smart boy. I'l tell your mother". "I'm bringing a friend if that's alright". "A young lady?" "No. Just a friend who had no place to go for Thanksgiving". "Well, that'll be just fine. Your mother has made way too much food for us anyway". "See you tomorrow, Dad". The shower finally shut off, but he didn't emerge for a good ten minutes. He stepped out wearing my clothes which were comically small on him. He looked really good anyway. "Everything's a little tight, but I just couldn't get my big, stupid feet into the tube socks you gave me. Here", he said as he tossed them in my direction. "Hungry?" "Oh God Yes!!!" "Well there's no cafe here and I doubt there's a restaurant open anywhere in this town. Let me go get you some stuff from the vending machine". "Seriously? I would appreciate that so much. I'll find something on TV while you do that". I had so many dollar bills and quarters from paying tolls on the highways. I got him three chewy granola bars, a bag of popcorn, some chips, a Snickers bar and two Cokes. When I got back to the room, he was on the bed in just the undersized underwear I'd lent him. He was moderately hairy and that huge bulge in the tight underwear was very noticeable. I presented the loot I'd just purchased and he devoured everything quickly. Poor guy probably hadn't eaten for a long time. "That shower felt so good", he said while chewing, "I almost didn't want to get out. So I'm going to meet your family tomorrow? I wish I had something nicer to wear. Or at least a better pair of shoes. You didn't happen to bring any size 15 loafers with you, did you?" "No. Sorry. You won't be judged. My family is cool". I opened my Coke and took a sip. "Not so fast there, Brice. I got something to help that taste better. He reached into his backpack and produced a fifth of Captain Morgan's rum. I'd never had rum before. "Thanks, Where'd you get this?" "Last guy who gave me a ride was wasted and just gave it to me for no reason. Nice dude. This was in a town right outside of Wichita". "So I ad it to the Coke?" "Yeah. Drink a little and then keep adding it as the can gets less full". I did just that....and so did he. The TV was showing "Ordinary People" which was a movie I'd seen several times and loved. I was explaining the subtle performances to him when I noticed he was wearing cologne. ! Did he seriously have cologne in his pack? "You smell good -- is that cologne?" "Just a little. I like to not smell like the road sometimes". It was getting to me. I was in bed with a hot man with a probably big penis who smelled sexy. I stripped down to just my underwear and lied down next to him. His big feet blocked the right half of the screen, but I had memorized the movie already. I realized my soda can was empty already. So I just took swallows from the bottle. I was feeling magical. Tired, but magical. He took the bottle and kept it. "Can I tell you something, Brice?" "Sure. If you let me have one more sip from the bottle". He gave it to me. That last swallow was the end for me. No more. "I want to make love to you right now. What do you think of that?" "I guess I was hoping you would want that. I want that. But I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to that". "I'm not done talking, Brice. I have no condoms with me, but I do have a disease that could go into you if we had sex. Tell me what we should do." I was sleepy and buzzed, but I knew what he was talking about. "Let's do this, Joe". "Call me Jose. That's my given name. And slide down to the bottom of the bed. And relax". I shimmied down until my bare butt was right there in the open. "There was lotion in the bathroom and I'm going to put some around your hole. And on my hard dick. Just lie still for a second. His huge fingers worked my asshole good with the slimy fluid. He stopped and I assumed he was coating his big Cuban dick as well. And then came the time. He put that head right into my ass. It wasn't so bad, but then it got painful as he moved in farther. I gasped but didn't yell. He kept going in. Deeper. It felt like I was breaking apart down there, but I didn't try to stop it. He was ruining me for good, and I was happy to let him. "Jose". "It's coming. No turning back for anybody now". He slammed into me rapidly and then stood still. He was cumming. I wish I could say I felt his dirty cum pulsate in my guts, but I didn't. He let out a long breath. "Get comfortable, Brice. It's almost midnight and you need rest. And, thank you." I was a little sore. But so tired. The TV was still on, but Jose muted it. I drifted off immediately. He said some words, but I didn't really hear them. Sleep. The next time I was aware of the world was almost 9 am in the morning. Jose had walked in with an arm of folded laundry. "I sweet-talked a maid into washing all our clothes. She even sprayed some super disinfectant into my shoes. We can hit the road whenever you're ready. We spent Thanksgiving at my house and ate and ate. Jose told part of his story, and my dad gave him bus money to San Antonio. I hadn't wanted that. I wanted him to come back with me and be my husband. But that's not what we happened. He promised to come visit me sometime soon, but I was still sad. I drove back home two days later. The red earth looked worse than it ever had.

Well in my mind they're outback Australian as I'm Australian, but I guess they can be from wherever you want them to be from. But to me they're a mix of white and indigenous guys

YngBBackers, Congrats! You were satisfied with a cumshot deep in your boyhole after a long shift. That's the way it should be!

Such a hot story. I've read it through several times and it makes me want to take poz loads even more. :-)

I met Connor in NYC and we had a great summer. We started looking for threesomes online and found some really hot guys to mess around with when we wanted. We made it up to the cabin one weekend and fucked 3-4 times a day while we were there. We also went out to clubs a lot. We went out to Fire Island once and I actually did get fucked in the Meat Rack. It was a great summer. Connor and I always fucked bareback and sometimes we did with other guys too, but we mostly went back to using condoms with hookups. We moved back to New Orleans to finish our senior year. We shared an apartment and a great life. Friends, classes, the bars, being with each other, the sex; it was a great senior year. I started putting on a bit of muscle around this time, not much but solidifying my frame. Connor loved feeling my body as I firmed up and loved showing me off even more. He took off my shirt on the dance floor almost every time we went out. We had a lot of sex with guys we met at the bars and the guys we had fucked around with previously. I was getting fucked almost every night. Connor and I tried to keep to the same "condoms with hookups" ground rule we set up in NYC over the summer, but that collapsed one night when we went back to a hotel room with a group of guys from New Jersey. They were total "guido gays" and I knew they'd not want to use condoms. Connor and I danced with them at the bar and one of them was grinding my ass really hard. He said, "I want to fuck you so hard." Total Jersey accent. Of course we went back to the room with these 4 guys from Jersey. My pants were down and I was bent over the bed before the hotel door even closed. I was getting fucked before Connor could get undressed. We just accepted the fact that these guys wanted me raw. Those guys bred me all night. Connor was directing the action. I took all their loads in my mouth and ass all night. Connor thought it was so hot. Mainly though, we were living our lives with each other. We were planning jobs in NYC. I wanted to be a teacher and he got an offer from the Wall Street firm where he interned. Our life was outstanding. I was constantly filled with this feeling that I was loved and accepted. Connor made my world so much better than it had ever been previously. As graduation approached, we decided to each ask our parents for money to travel a month in Europe as a gift. We both got the money and started planning our trip - Madrid, Barcelona, Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, and Berlin. The trip was amazing. We had an amazing time running all over Europe. We messed around with guys, but sometimes language barriers and the fact that we were staying in hostels prevented us from hooking up. That was the case in Madrid, Barcelona, Brussels and Copenhagen for sure. Paris we splurged on a hotel room for a few days and we fucked like bunnies. We almost didn't get to see anything except the hotel room. Amsterdam allowed us to have sex in dark rooms in a couple of bars. We met a couple in Amsterdam who told us we had to go to the bathhouses in Berlin. The guys told us stories of the crazy sex they had there. They said we would be in sex heaven if we wanted to be. After Connor and the couple fucked me that night, bareback of course; we all talked about what it'd be like in the bathhouses. The couple told us that we needed to set rules for ourselves, limits, and take care of each other because some guys will take advantage of naive Americans. Connor and I discussed the rules for a few days. We decided that we could both do whatever we wanted, except that we had to use condoms with other guys and we always had to keep the other one in sight. We had some friends to see in Berlin so it was a couple of days before we made it to the bathhouse. I'm not sure how we chose which one to go to. I think Connor did some online research before we went. I cleaned out - not an easy thing to do when staying in a hostel - and made sure I was trimmed and shaved. I knew how much Connor liked to show me off and I really wanted tonight to be special for us. We had a few drinks beforehand and I didn't really eat much because I had cleaned out and didn't want any surprises. Hence, I was drunker than Connor. We were both super horny because we hadn't fucked in two days. We got there and paid for a couple of lockers. I wore my jockstrap under my towel and Connor was naked. I loved his cock. As soon as I saw it, I dropped to my knees and sucked him. We stopped when a group of guys walked in. Connor and I wandered around a bit. We saw the sauna, showers, open area, bar, and hot tub. We saw some attractive guys, but also some average, older, and fat guys. Connor was always turned off my anyone who was out of shape. As soon as we saw the first guy with a big belly, Connor lost the erection he had from the earlier blowjob. We went into the sauna first. Connor kept his towel on and I was just in my jockstrap. After a little while in the sauna, I leaned over and started sucking Connor's cock. It is so beautiful. I sucked him to hardness and then spread my legs and straddled his lap. The sweat helped lube my ass and I fairly easily sat down on Connor's raw cock. I know there were other guys in the sauna who could watch us. Connor got off on that and I put on a bit of a show riding Connor's cock. We made out and I stroked my cock some. Since Connor and I hadn't had sex in a few days, it was just a few minutes of me riding him before he came in my ass. I got off his cock and sucked him clean. He moaned and rubbed my head. One of the guys near us had a hard cock. Connor told me to suck it. I did. I worked on the cock for awhile. The guy wanted to fuck me. Connor asked him if he had a condom. He said no. Connor told him he's the only one who fucks me bareback. A white lie, but one told to protect us in this unfamiliar environment. I was getting light headed, so we left the sauna. The guy grabbed a condom provided by the club. We got to an area where I could bend over and the guy wrapped up and lubed my ass some. He slid inside. He wasn't as big as Connor and I took him easily. He fucked me as Connor watched, slightly stroking his cock. Connor sat on the bench and we made out as the guy fucked me. A group of twinks came in and started watching us and touching themselves and each other. Connor beckoned a few of them over to us. He made out with two of them and a third got on his knees and starting sucking Connor's cock. The dude behind me said he was going to cum. He stopped fucking me, pulled out, ripped off the condom and came on my ass cheeks. One of the twinks who had an impressive dick, like Connor's dick, put his hand on my back and held me down. He went to push in and I told him he needed a condom. The twink said something in German and walked away. He was replaced by an older guy who had been watching the scene. The guy wrapped his cock and slid inside me. He said, "Some of that other guy's cum got inside you when I pushed inside." I said "It's okay. Keep fucking me." Connor was not really happy about who was fucking me, but he was focused on his twinks. There were 5 of them, including Connor, all in a pile together. It wasn't long before the guy fucking me was cumming. He also pulled out, ripped off the condom and came on my ass. One of the twinks was now riding Connor's condom covered dick. I thought, "It's been a long time since I've seen that beautiful cock wrapped up. Shame!" The big dicked twink came back over and kissed me. He didn't speak English, but I understood that he wanted me to bend over. I did. He rubbed his cock on my ass and rubbed the cum on my ass crack. He said something to his friends. He wrapped his cock and rubbed it along my ass crack some more. Then he pushed inside. I winced. I'd just been fucked three times, but this cock was thick. Thicker than Connor's cock. I watched Connor fucking the twink and thought how sexy he looked. One twink stopped riding him and another got on his cock. Same condom, but the bottom didn't care. I was totally turned on by Connor's orgy scene. The guy behind me could tell. He turned me so I was facing directly toward them. Connor could no longer see the cock sliding in and out of my ass, but he could see my face in the beautiful agony of a hard fuck. He smiled at me. The guy behind me was fucking me with long strokes and I was getting sore. I reached back between my legs to feel how thick his cock was with my hand. Wow, he was thick. I wrapped my hand around his cock and he kept fucking me. He slid almost all the way out and I felt the condom ride up his dick. I took my hand away. Oops, I thought; but at least it didn't come off. He kept fucking me. I reached back again to feel his cock fucking me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and could feel part of him bare and part wrapped. He pulled out and I felt the condom ride further up his cock. I released my grip. His hard cock was now almost riding me bareback, but the condom was still on the tip. His cock started to feel better as it fucked me. The only part that was rubbing uncomfortably was the tip. It had to be the condom friction that was causing the discomfort. I had promised Connor not to bareback with anyone but him tonight. I was watching as Connor was now getting a blow job and making out with one of the twinks. One of the twinks bent another one over the bench and slid his cock up the twink's ass. I never saw the top put on a condom. Fuck, that was hot. I looked back at my twink top. He had a great cock. He was watching the other twink couple fuck. I know he saw that it was bareback too. He pumped inside me harder. I watched the twink bottom's face in front of me as he moaned. He was loving that cock. I wanted to love my top's cock too, but it was causing too much discomfort for me to really get into the fuck. I reached back between my legs again to feel the cock fucking me. The area I grabbed was now all condomless. The condom was now only around the head. The top slid out and pulled his cock through my fist until I could feel the condom. I could've just released my hand or guided him back inside. Instead I slipped the condom over the head of his cock. He put his cock back at my hole and pushed. I groaned as his condomless cock slid into my ass. I was still holding the condom in my hand as he fucked me. It felt great now. There was no pain or discomfort. I looked around as I moaned. I realized a couple of guys had seen me slide the condom off. Including the first guy who Connor had made use a condom. He smiled at me and mouthed "slut." I moaned. The twink fucking me was really fucking me hard now. He slammed his cock into me and unloaded in my ass with a grunt. I was watching as Connor's condom covered cock was now back inside a twink. He didn't notice what had happened. The twink had cum in my ass as I held the condom I had taken off his dick in my hand as my boyfriend safely fucked a twink in front of me. What the fuck was I doing? The twink slid out of me and slapped my ass. He moved in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. I cleaned it off. As I was sucking the big-dicked twink, another guy put his cock on my ass. I stopped and looked at the guy. He was in his 30s and average build but a hot face. I told him, "You need to wear a condom." He said he was. He pushed his cock inside me. I moaned and sucked the cock in front of me. The guy fucking me didn't last long. He was hunched over my back as I felt his cum shoot inside me. I softly said, "You didn't wear a condom. You just came in my ass." He said, "Just keep telling guys to wear a condom. That way your beautiful boyfriend won't know that you are taking it bareback." I looked back at him. He smiled and kissed my back as he pulled out of my ass. He came around and replaced the big-dicked twink in my mouth. The big-dicked twink sat down on the bench, hard again. I watched the twink who had been riding Connor's condom covered cock come over and sit down on that juicy big dick bareback. As another guy pushed into my ass, the guy I was sucking said, "You need to use a condom." The guy behind me said, "I am." I felt another cock push inside me. This was an average cock. I wanted to know if he was actually wearing a condom. I reached back and felt his cock sliding in and out of my ass with a finger on each side. He didn't have a condom on. This was the third raw cock in me tonight. I moaned around the cock I was sucking. The top fucked me for a few minutes and then came in my ass. I heard Connor groan and cum as a twink swallowed his load. Both my holes emptied out as the guy I was sucking and the guy fucking me both pulled out. I looked over at Connor. He was in post-orgasm bliss. I went over and helped him up. I said, "Let's go to the hot tub." I figured the cum could leak out of my ass into the water and then he wouldn't notice I had three more loads in my ass other than his. I stripped off my jock and got in the hot tub and he got in with me. It was a good size and there were a few other guys in it as well. Including a couple guys in their 60s and a fat dude. The first guy who fucked me got in the hot tub and sat near us. About ten minutes later, Connor asked if I wanted to shower. I said, "I'll stay here if that's okay. The water feels nice on my ass." Connor and I kissed as I heard one of the guys say, "Sore ass. I guess he's the bottom." They chuckled. Connor asked if I wanted to stay. I said I did. He went to the showers. No sooner than Connor left the room did I feel the hands of the first guy who fucked me that night between my legs. I spread my legs giving him access to my hole. He said, "Bend over the side of the tub. I want that ass again." I bent over the side of the hot tub and showed him my well fucked ass. He rubbed his cock on my ass crack. He got me really worked up playing with my cock and rubbing his cock on my ass. He said, "I don't have a condom." I didn't say anything. I knew he'd seen me take three other cocks bareback already. I also knew he knew about Connor's insistence on condoms. I felt his cock enter my ass. I involuntarily pushed back. The top pushed all the way inside my ass. I groaned. The top fucked me hard. He said, "I wanted you like this in the sauna. I knew you wanted it too the way you rode your boyfriend's cock." He kept fucking me. The top said, "You love taking cocks bareback don't you?" I moaned and said yes as he slammed into my prostate. He fucked me calling me a slut and a whore. He sped up and said, "Do you want it, slut?" My natural response came out involuntarily, "Do it! Cum in my ass." He fucked me a few more seconds and then unloaded in my ass. He pulled out and I felt another guy's cock pushing inside. It was one of the 60 year olds. I knew Connor would hate this - me taking an older guy's bare cock. The guy didn't last long inside me. He also asked in heavily accented English, "Do you want this cum?" I said, "Yes. Cum in me." The other 60 year old fucked me as well. He didn't ask though. He shot his load in my ass almost as soon as he pushed inside. The fat guy was next. I could feel his belly on my back as his cock pushed inside me. His cock was as big as he was. My eyes bugged open as he slowly pushed a monster cock inside me. I was in shock. This was a huge cock. He started fucking me slowly. I heard my moans getting more frequent as he sped up his fuck. He was hitting things deep inside me. He said, "You like my cock don't you?" I moaned yes. He sped up more and I watched as a small crowd built. The fat man stopped fucking me. He sat on the hot tub platform and said, "If you want it you're going to have to ride it." I got out of the hot tub, grabbed his huge cock and lowered myself on his bare huge cock. Oh my God! It felt so amazing. The man said, "Tell me what you like." I moaned that I liked his big cock. He was moaning too as I rode his cock. He said, "You love riding my cock don't you?" I moaned that I did. He grabbed my cock and was stroking me. I was getting close. He asked, "You like taking my cock raw?" I said, "It feels really good raw. I can't imagine riding your cock with a condom on." He grunted and said, "I'm close" I said, "Do it man. Cum in my ass. I want it." He grunted a few times and slammed his cock up inside me. I came hard all over his belly and chest. I looked down at the fat man who had just cum in me and made me cum. I said, "Thanks." I got off his cock, stood up to steady myself because my legs were shaky, and turned around to see Connor staring at me. The look on his face was mortification. There's no other words for what I saw in his face. I got out of the hot tub area and went over to him. I went to touch him and he pulled away from me. He said, "Let's go." We left the bathhouse and went to the hostel. Over the next few days, Connor and I fought and spent long periods of time not speaking. Finally, he said, "I need time to think on the flight home." He switched his seat away from mine. I actually cried at the airport - not weeping, but the tears you get when you can't stop yourself from crying. When we got off the plane in New Orleans, my friend John picked us up at the airport. He was excited to see us and tried to get us to talk about the trip. We were mostly sullen and silent. By the time we got on the highway, John could tell something was really wrong and he looked at me with a concerned look. I weakly smiled. He dropped us off and told me to call if I needed anything. Connor and I went inside our apartment. He dropped his bags and before I even got my bag off my shoulder, he was screaming at me. "How could you have done that? How many loads did you take at the bathhouse? I heard the twinks talking about you in the shower. They interpreted the big-dicked twink saying you removed his condom. How many loads did you take? You promised! You promised me! And you let those old guys and that fat fuck fuck you?!? That's fucking disgusting. How could you? Don't you know a lot of older guys have HIV? You fucking promised me! I love you so much and we agreed." The yelling turned into sobbing. He kept saying, "You agreed," and "you promised me." I was crying too. We fell asleep curled up in each others arms worn out from travel, fighting and crying. In the morning, Connor was up before me. I went out to the kitchen and he said, "I love you but I am not sure I can trust you anymore. I want to so badly. I always knew you were a cumdump and that you got off on guy's cumming inside you. I thought I could live with that need of yours. Whatever it is. I tried so hard to accommodate your need for cum. I thought if we had promised that you would be honest with me and not betray your word or put me at risk. But your need to be a cumdump is more important to you than me." He stared at me. Then he said, "I am not sure I'll ever get that image of your beautiful ass riding that fat man's cock or the sound of you telling him to cum in you out of my head. I'd heard those words a million times before. Now they just disgust me." I slumped against the counter. He said, "I think you need to arrange another place to live in New York. I can't live with you." Then softly, looking at his coffee, "I'm not even sure I can look at you." The phone rang and I heard him tell his parents he needed to come home. Connor packed a bag, got in his car, and drove away. I was stunned. It was over.

I am sitting here with a nice big load leaking out of my ass deposited by my ex who was in town to visit his mom for mother’s day. The sex with Scott was always good and we have fooled around several times since we broke up over a decade ago. We have done 3-ways and groups with his latest boyfriend but this time he said he wanted it to be just the 2 of us. His whole family was inside, including his boyfriend, as I snuck into the workshop in his parents backyard. I stripped down and bent over the workbench and didn’t have to wait long until I heard him come in. He got down and ate my hole getting it nice and wet. He pulled my cock back between my legs and sucked it as he fingered his spit into my hole. Soon he stood up behind me and rubbed the head of his cock against my hole and then with hands on my hips he pushed balls deep into me in one hard thrust. He pistoned his cock over and over into me and I was holding onto the workbench moaning when I felt one hand slap over my mouth to keep me quiet. He slowed his fuck and rolled his hips in just the right way to hit my prostate over and over with each pump into me. When he started talking about breeding my ass again after so long I knew he was close. His breathing got labored and his thrusting got quicker as he blasted yet another load into me. Scott can stay hard after he cums and kept fucking me as he jacked my cock and soon I was shooting into his hand. He pulled out and as I turned around he leaned in and wiped my load across my lips and kissed me before saying he had to get back inside. We straightened up and he headed back to his family and boyfriend and I snuck out and was on my way.

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CHAPTER 10: “ahhhhhhhhhh… ahhh… ……. oh fuck………. oh fuck………. oh fuck………..”, “FUCK YES! FUCKING BREED ME!”, there’s much heavy breathing and we’re both moaning like crazy as Mike’s raw cock scratches my most urgent itch. “I want it … oh fuck … yeah, I want it … fucking load me up Mike, fucking poz my hole!”, I’m practically yelling at Mike as he pounds my ass; our sex is usually loud and verbal. I just feel I need him to know how much I want him and how much I want his cum inside me; I also know how much hot verbal gets him off. “Fuck babe… fuck yea… gonna fucking load you up”, “Fuck yea … “, the breathing is heavy and our words are labored, erotic and filthy. Between breathes and expletives Mike kisses me. I’m in my favorite position for being bred, on my back, legs up, ass vulnerable. When Mike and Chris fuck me lately its everything I can do to tell them how much I want this and how much I want to convert. I can hardly believe I’m saying the words considering how afraid I’ve been in the past. But, now I’m full on bug chasing, and I intend to test positive from one of their loads if I haven’t already. “My poz cock’s so hard … Gonna fucking knock you up Kev … Gonna fucking poz that hole, gonna fucking breed you”, he says to me in his usual determined tone. I know the home test says I’m neg, but I also know I can already be HIV+ and the home test just isn’t sensitive enough to pick it up yet. “OHHHH Mike … oh fuck, … If I’m not already, I’m gonna be soon”, I think. “FUCKING DO IT MIKE! FUCK!”, I groan again as he long dicks me and the head of that perfect poz dick stabs away at the walls of my ass. I can feel every part of his raw dick, every vein, every inch. “I want that poz load … I wa… “, but he pulls his cock all the way out of me, interrupting me. Mike gives his cock a few quick strokes, “Yeah you’re a twisted fuck like me, aren’t you? … You’re gonna get it babe. You’re gonna end up an HIV+ bareback pig slut just like me. You like that idea don’t you?”, I love it when he’s verbal and aggressive, he doesn’t wait for me to respond, “That it huh? That’s what gets you off?”. He continues stroking himself, getting closer and closer. I didn’t need to think about it though, I only need the heat of his body and the raw sex to answer for me, “Fucking poz me Mike! Fucking tag this hole … knock it up!”. I can smell the sweat in Mike’s armpits and the beads from his forehead are dripping on to me. His breathing is so heavy that his words are mostly groans. “Open up”, he says with a groan, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh……… fuck…. Fuck………. You want this? OPEN UP!“, he demands. Mike groans loudly, and then collapses on top of me, and almost immediately I feel the warm flow of his cum squirting into me, as it pulses and throbs deep inside my asshole. “Ahhhh, fuuuuck, babe; thats so hot!", he says, breathless. I seize the moment and squeeze down with my ass trying to milk the last drops of Mike’s toxic load as he lifts his head to look at me. One final kiss, followed by a, “Love you babe … but gotta finish up and get out of here”, and Mike pulls out, leaving my hole feeling empty. I find a butt plug and work it in to keep his poz load inside me. I take Mike to the airport for his business trip, two weeks without him will suck. Chris and I will finally have some private time though, and as much as I love Mike, I think Chris and I both are needing some sex together with just us. On the way back the phone buzzes, and its Chris, I mouth the words, “Speak of the other devil” and look at the message: Chris: “Sup” Me: “Dropping Mike off” Chris: “Cool. Headed your way, horned af” Me: “MMMMMMM” Chris: “Be wearing your little present for me” I shouldn’t text and drive, by now, Chris knows what I want and need. I hope he’s there when I get back. As soon as I walk in the door the clothes come off – I hate them – I love being naked almost as much as I love being bred. I’m naked in the house most of the time now anyways. I put my cock cage on, per Chris’ direction, and suddenly I’m very aware of my equipment. I hear his car, then foot steps, then the key. I greet Chris at the door, “Hey sexy man”, and I kiss him passionately, “Hey you”, kissing me back. “Got you all to myself now huh?”, he asks with a little hint of darkness in his voice. I nod. He looks down and notices me wearing my cock cage, he smiles, “Key?”, he asks bluntly. I knew he’d want it, so I have it with me, I press it into his hand. “Good boy … you’re gonna be in this all week … turn around”, kissing me again, “Gotta couple of surprises for you”, he says. Chris is being coy, and a little dramatic … its almost maniacal on his part. I honestly have no idea what he’s means by “surprises”, but I’m good at taking direction, and I turn around presenting my ass to him. Chris feels me up, “I’m so fucking horny … been wanting this hole all fucking day”, I moan feeling his hands on my ass. Chris drops to his knees, and just like clockwork, I feel the scruff of his facial hair and then his tongue on my ass. “Bet he’s searching for Mike’s load”, I think, but all that comes out of my mouth is a soft, intense moan. Chris grabs my cheeks, kissing and biting each one before pulling me in closer to his face. His tongue laps at the folds of my ass lips with long, erotic strokes. "Oh fuck Chris … feels so fucking good", I moan as he’s digging his tongue deeper into me. I can feel his nose run over my hole over and over as he runs his face and tongue up and down the crack. Getting my hole ate is one of the most intense, erotic things I can ever imagine – I love it – I crave it. I can never get enough. Chris continues eating my ass like a starving man, I moan and unconsciously find myself pushing my ass back into his face, literally trying to fuck myself on his tongue. "FUCK! That ass is so good, I can eat this pussy all night", he doesn’t realize I might just take him up on that. I reach back, spreading my cheeks for him, begging him to go deeper. “That Mike’s load?!”, he barks. I know Chris loves felching and I’m doing what I can to help give him a taste of Mike’s cum. Chris’ spit is going all over my ass and I know he’s not only trying to get at Mike’s load, but he’s also prepping me for what comes next. For the next five minutes, Chris goes to town on my ass. After plunging his tongue into me again and again, he starts to move outward. Licking the skin of my cheeks and sucking on my taint. When he gets as far as my balls, he pauses to huff my nut stink before diving back down on my hole. “Ahhhhhh… . ahhhhh… “, through this intense torment, I’m moaning, and I can feel my dick trying to breach the cock cage without any luck. My eyes are closed and I’m lost to what his face is doing to my ass – its pretty clear I love it when Chris eats my ass. Mike also eats my hole, but its nothing like when Chris does it. Suddenly Chris stands up, hovering over my backside, holding me close. I can feel his rock hard cock, I’ve awaken the weapon, and now its letting me know that its loaded and ready to fire. Chris guides me to the back of the arm chair pressing his cock against me. Pressed against me, he just holds me there for a moment, letting me know who is in control. “Fuck me”, I beg him, feeling his precum leaking out onto my body. Chris moves his cock up and down in the crack of my ass coating it with toxic precum and teasing me all at the same time. Chris likes doing this, he likes showing how he’s the top and you’re the bottom. I’m just a hole to him, and he’s about to inject a big load of HIV+ cum into it. When Chris fucks I know his intent is to convert the guy he’s breeding. "I want you to ride me", Chris moves around to the front of the arm chair and sits down, "Just come up here and sit on it". With Chris moving to the chair I’m nearly sex starved without his touch, my mouth is hanging open as I crawl up onto the arm-chair, it creaking slightly underneath the weight of our bodies. I let Chris line up his cock with my hole before lowering myself. “Fuuuuuuck”, a moan escapes me, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been craving his poz dick. I do my best to stay focused on the dick in my ass, not the pain in my thighs from our position. Part of me worries that I’ll slip and impale myself painfully on his cock. I know my ass is well used, and pre-lubed with Mike’s load, but not so well that Chris’ big prick can go balls deep all in one shot. With guidance I finally reach the base and nestle my ass into his groin. My cock is straining against the cock cage, it stings, and I know its no joke that Chris intends to keep me locked down all week. Chris groans loudly, "Kev …, fuck babe, I need you to ride this dick, not just sit there. You want some more poz seed? You better fucking work for it". Not needing to be told twice, I start bouncing up and down on Chris’ cock. I quickly realize that I’ve got nothing to get leverage on, so I grab Chris’ shoulders, using his body to lift myself up and down, impaling myself. We kiss, “Fuck”, I moan again, as I thinks about Chris being both a boyfriend to me and a lover. I can’t focus, each time Chris’ cock thrusts into me, its like fireworks, it makes it so hard for me to concentrate on anything. The hot, wet kisses continue as he fucks me. I can tell the movement and the sensations of my ass are working Chris over and making him more than a little crazy. Chris brings his hands up along my torso and he rubs my back, then he moves his fingers over my ribs and starts to pull and tug on my nipples. “Fuck! … oh fuck!”, escapes my mouth, both from the tit play and the girth of his poz dick in my hole. Chris grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his face again, his spit and tongue invading my mouth as we start a longer, sloppier make-out session. Our tongues wrestle as they lick and kiss each other's open mouths, lips, and cheeks. After about a minute, Chris breaks away from me and leans back into the chair, letting me full on ride him. He starts moaning, almost like he’s in a trance. "Oh fuck, that's so good", he says, "Oh yeah babe… that's good … So fucking good", he repeats over and over. I know Chris’ body, and I know the onset of his orgasm, and I know my ass is about to take a second load of unmedicated poz cum for the day. Chris grabs onto my hips and starts to really fuck me. He pulls his dick out five or six inches and then plunges it back inside. We’re both sweating, the pace is quickened, and Chris starts to grunt. "Ohhhh fuck … oh fuckk… Here it comes. Another dirty …. AHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHHH… FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!", Chris groans loudly into my body, holding me tightly. The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocks me and I can't help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that taper off into a moan. I watch Chris' face as he starts to blow his load. His lips are slightly open and his facial expressions change as the blast wave of pleasure hits him. I always try to imagine Chris' poz dick swelling up deep in my gut and then the ropes of his load spewing from the flared head when he orgasms. I can hardly take it, its sensory overload, and I start bucking up and down, doing my best to get every drop. Chris leans up and kisses me again, both of us moaning our assent of the rough, sweaty sex that just took place. We both know he just pumped another load of poz cum into me. “That’s so hot baby… your ass just took a big fucking load”, “I know … I felt it”, I can bare speak between breathes. I climb off of the chair, sitting on the couch, and we both relax and enjoy Chris’ orgasm for a few more minutes. “Let’s take a shower babe”, he says popping up off the chair. I follow him into the bathroom and get the warm water going. The shower in my house is a glass cube and its got room for all of us. It strikes that Mike and I have sex in the shower all the time but I’ve almost never done this with Chris, “That needs to change”, I think. I open the glass door to the shower to lead him in, “We need to fuck in here, too”, "I can handle that any day of the week!”, he follows me in, “Right now though I need to piss" he says. I know what I want and I move the shower head back so its not hitting us so directly. I immediately sink down to my knees in the shower stall. "Don't waste that", I say with a sinister tone in to voice. He looks at me and his eyebrows shoot up, then he’s got the biggest grin on his face. He moves to face me, pointing his cock squarely at my chest. His piss splashes out, in a burst onto me, and he guides the stream down to my crotch, then to my hips. As the stream jets out Chris moves his cock methodically back up to my chest, hitting each of my nipples with his piss bath. The titillation is too much for me and I lean forward, gobbling the tip of his pissing cock into my mouth and do my best to guzzle it all down – fresh from the tap. "Oh fuck baby ... oh fuck yea ... oh yea, swallow that piss ... oh fuck ... yea, drink down that man piss like a good pig." I look up to his eyes and he’s watching me intently as I drink him down. "Yea babe, been wanting to share piss with you all day and this is just what I need, watching you drink it all down. FUCK this is too HOT!" I swallow as fast as I can, but he’s not holding anything back and some of his piss overflows my mouth, coating my chest and crotch. I gulp and gulp his hot piss, trying to groan around the head of his dick as I realize how much my dick is throbbing in the cock cage, being contained from the excitement of the piggish thing I’m doing right now. Finally, I can tell his piss flow is slowing down, and then he does exactly what I long for, he pulls his cock from my mouth with his hand and shakes the remaining drops right onto my face. I stand up, moving the streaming water back onto us, and Chris kisses me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and touching we actually wash our bodies and get cleaned up before leaving the shower and heading back into the living room. With our towels in hand we plop down naked on the couch. Chris proceeds to tell me about his “surprises”. He tells me that later this week he and I will visit a doctor friend of his, and I will get properly tested for HIV. “I think its time we find out if you’re poz babe … “, I nod, then he drops the other shoe, “I want to know if you’ve got my strain, Mike’s strain or someone else’s”, he says, “Sounding a little hopeful that its his”, I think. How does he know what Mike’s strain is, “How do you … “, “I took Mike three weeks ago … he doesn’t have my strain”. “How…”, “They can test if it’s the same … plus my strain is partially med-resistant. I’m resistant to both of the medications in Truvada, Mike’s isn’t”. I nod again, the reality of all this “reality” is hitting me a bit cold; I feel myself go a bit pale. Chris can tell the information is a bit much and pulls me close, “Don’t worry babe … this is all part of everything about being poz … and we both know you’re probably going to test positive”. I nod again, Chris’ hands on my body make me feel loved and more comfortable with his words. “I know … I know … “, I say trying to sound more comfortable. Then I grin devilishly at Chris and whisper, “I hope its yours”, he smiles, kissing me, “Me too”. Then it occurs to me, “That your only surprise? I thought you said ‘surprises’”. “There’s more”, he says. I look at his eyes, like a puppy, awaiting explanation. “There’s this boy … “, he starts, I nod thinking, “There always is”. “He’s 18 … maybe 19 now, he’s on Prep and always teasing me on Grindr about how he’s ok taking poz dick and that we need to hook up and so on… and on and on”, he continues. I nod, but he pauses, my mouth must be hanging open. Just as I’m about to ask him, “He’s doesn’t know I’m resistant to Truvada and he’s coming over here with me this weekend.” It occurs to me, “He must think he’s safe on Prep”, then Chris continues, “You and I are going to fuck and breed him and try to … ”, but I finish his sentence, “Poz him”. We both stop, then, “Oh fuck that’s hot”, softly escapes my lips.

Moderator's Note: The 2 parts of this story have been combined into a single thread here. This thread has been locked. Jeremy awoke the next morning on the couch. He squinted his eyes as the morning light came in through the windows. Propping himself up on his arms, he looked around. Christopher, Sean, and Danny were also on the couch. His friends were still sleeping. Every one of them were nude. Jeremy could spot dried cum stains on their bodies and the couch from the previous night’s events. All three of his friends were sprawled out because of the large size of the furniture. And they were the epitome of what men should look like. Bulging arms, thick legs, and tight abs were all standard fixtures on their bodies. It was the result of long hours in the gym and camaraderie that went well beyond the weight room. Jeremy stood up and stretched. He had a semi-erection from looking at the guys beside him. It felt somewhat strange, having this attraction. Jeremy went to the kitchen naked and got one of the protein shakes from the refrigerator. He silently went back past the living room and into the hallway. In his bedroom, Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror. There was dried cum on his front. He didn’t care, though. He did a many push-ups as he could on the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his triceps and chest singed. As he stood up, Jeremy heard water running from another room. “Hey,” came a voice from behind him. “Woah,” Jeremy started, turning to see Porter standing in the doorway. Porter wore only a black jockstrap. It stood out against his pale body, as did the faint blue veins feeding his beefy muscles. “Hey.” “Good night last night?” “Yeah, I . . . I guess so.” Jeremy remembered what he had seen transpire between Porter and Addison. “Yeah, me too.” “What’d you guys do?” “Uh, we just watched some porn.” Porter smirked, walking into the room. “Sure you did. Were you expecting something like this to happen?” “What do you mean?” Porter shrugged. He grabbed Jeremy’s right arm, rubbing it up and down. Though his palms were calloused, it matched the firm push he applied. Porter always went rough with his workouts. He lifted less weight than most of his friends, but could do more reps than any of them. He was Porter the Powerhouse. Jeremy could only imagine what that could translate to under the sheets. “You like that?” Jeremy observed Porter’s eyes. They were fixated on Jeremy’s body. Only his body. “Feels good, man.” “Sure does.” Porter lifted up Jeremy’s right pec a few times, watching it bounce. “Flex,” he commanded. Jeremy did as he was told. Porter smiled at the ripples of muscle. “Good body, man.” “Thanks. You, too.” “Yeah?” he asked, stepping back. “You like this?” “I—” “Look at my bod, man, NOT my face,” Porter said sternly. Jeremy looked over the light skin of his friend. Well, Jeremy wasn’t sure if this could be considered something friends did. But who gave a fuck. He loved the dusky coat of scruff over Porter’s chest and abs. The pure balls of strength on Porter’s shoulders, his thick trunks of legs. “You look great, Porter. Your hair is . . .” “Yeah, I’m debating on shaving it all off or not.” “Nah, it’s hot.” Porter nodded, looking down at his body. “Addison would agree with you.” “Oh? You and Addison—” “Look, most of us here came to terms with what we wanted freshman year,” Porter said, flexing in the mirror. He appeared like a narcissistic asshole looking at himself. But the primal instinct in Jeremy, deep inside him, made Porter look like the hottest person he’d seen in a long time. Forget any girls’ tits he’d seen, Porter had most all of them beat in size with his own furry pecs. And to hell with pussies, because that bulge sticking out of his jock was pure erotic. Not to mention that ass . . . “First it was me and Addison, then it spread to the other guys around mid-sophomore year. We know what we like. We know what it takes to look like we do.” Jeremy was slightly confused. Confused, but excited. “What do you mean?” “Dude, look at how much work we put into our bods. Look at all the money and time spent, protein, creatine, glutamine, and weekends we’ve given away. All the planning and dieting we’ve done. What was it for, huh?” Jeremy thought. “Looking good.” “Fuck yeah. Now why would we waste all this,” he said as he flexed his bicep, “for some anorexic drunk bitch at a club? Or a stoned cunt at Lollapalooza? We’re better than that. We’re better than them. We take strength and looks over everything, so it was natural for this to happen.” “What to happen?” Jeremy asked. He knew it was a dumb question. He already knew the answer. But he wanted to hear it from Porter’s vain mouth. The man in front of him was never more lucrative. “Jeremy, we fuck studs now. Men. The biggest ripped, toned, meatheads we can get our dicks into.” Porter chuckled as he examined his calves. “We’re sluts. We want hunks.” Jeremy slowly nodded, processing the information. “So does everyone, I mean, all the other guys—” “We’ve all fucked each other,” Porter finished. “You were the most reserved and uptight about girls and shit, so we tried to keep it from you.” “Why?” Porter shook his head. “I dunno. I knew you’d want to, but the others weren’t so sure.” “Hmm.” Jeremy did not even notice that he was leaking precum onto the floor. Porter did, though. “You can make the decision for yourself.” Porter came over, without invitation, and tugged on Jeremy’s dick. It immediately stiffened. It felt amazing. “I know you’re a slut for studs. I want to see you in action, too. Do you want to see me?” Jeremy’s mind was reeling. This was happening fast. But it was a surge far more exciting than anything he’d ever experienced before. “I . . .” Porter let go, stepping backwards. “Addison’s in the shower. We’re going to fuck. You can come watch if you want.” With that, Porter left the room, his ass almost bouncing as he walked. Jeremy was not sure what to do. After that discussion, Porter definitely made him feel like he was above fucking girls. But he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fuck a guy. On the other hand, Porter was by and far the hottest person Jeremy thought he had ever let touch him. It was the muscle, vanity, and arrogant attitude that escalated him to a prime piece of ass. Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror. It was instinct for him to flex some part of his body. Just to see the results of his labor. Yes, he decided, he was like Porter. And he wanted to see more. Jeremy followed Porter’s path, going towards the sound of running water. He went into the bedroom across the hall. The room was a mess. Clothes enough for two people and a thong were strewn on the floor. The sheets on the bed were tangled and twisted. It was clear Addison and Porter had spent the night together. The door to the bathroom was wide open. Light steam was coming out of the doorway. Jeremy, totally naked and sporting a semi, gingerly walked over the threshold and into the bathroom. There was a sink by the door, followed by the toilet, and a wall-to-wall Jacuzzi bathtub on the opposite wall. Addison was standing up in the tub, which was filled with water. His strong jaw was glistening with sweat. His tanned body was without any hair at all, except for the small patch above his rock hard cock. Porter was on his knees in the tub, practically gagging on Addison’s manhood. There was a lust for it, a desire. Porter took pleasure in it, not at all deterred that he looked like the bitch of the situation. Addison looked up, then winked at Jeremy. “Morning,” he smiled. Jeremy nodded, not wanting to interrupt too much. Porter looked up from the cock he was servicing. A strand of precum connected his lips to Addison’s manhood. “Sit on the toilet, slut. He’s mine for now.” Jeremy did as he was told. He sat down and began stroking himself. He had plenty of precum to lubricate. Porter sucked on Addison for a little while longer, choking vigorously. He sucked like he lifted: no holding back. Jeremy wished Porter was sucking on his cock. He got harder just thinking of it. Eventually Addison shoved Porter off of him. Some water sloshed out of the tub in a single wave. No one cared. “Bend over, bitch,” Addison grinned. His dick had to have been at least eight inches long. With a stern look and a nod, Porter turned around and lifted his ass to Addison. It wasn’t for fun, it seemed, but a duty to Addison. Jeremy could tell through Porter’s face. Porter believed Addison deserved his ass. It made Jeremy all the more harder. He stroked with more vigor. Addison reached on the bathtub rim for a condom conveniently laying there. There was also a bottle of lube. Addison ripped the wrapper apart with his teeth and began to put it on. Porter, watching Jeremy with strict eyes, shook his head. “No.” “What you say?” Addison asked, the condom halfway on his dick. “No. No condoms. I want him to see natural man-fucking.” Addison smirked, then ripped the condom off his dick. He threw it at Jeremy’s face. “Fag,” Addison laughed. Addison then lubed up his dick and began to push it into Porter’s hole. Jeremy took the condom off his face and cast it onto the floor. He wanted to see everything. Addison took no time in getting into Porter’s man cunt. It only took a total of ten seconds before he was balls-deep. Jeremy was impressed. Porter only held a look of concentration as Addison went to town on him. Pound after pound, with varying intensity, pushed into him. “Fuck yeah,” Porter said after a couple of minutes. “Fucking POUND that pussy!” he yelled. His face was starting to get red. Addison kept nailing Porter, harder and harder. Jeremy looked closer at Porter’s ass. It was hairy and slick. The fur clung to Addison’s dick as it was thrust out and into Porter’s insides. Porter turned and looked at Jeremy. “I want you later,” he said. It was as if no one was fucking him, like natural conversation on the side of the street. Addison took an extra hard thrust. “Good thing about Porter,” Addison panted, “is that he never complains. He’s a power bottom.” “FUCK YEAH!” Porter screamed. It took Jeremy by surprise at the volume. “FUCK ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!” Addison went into a wild thrusting. He rutted harder into Porter’s hole than Jeremy had seen in any porn. It was wild. Porter in turn grabbed the backs of Addison’s legs and pushed deeper inside himself. Addison started to curve his spine. “Uh, uh, I’m about to cum.” “FUCK ME!” Porter screamed, pushing Addison harder into his hole. Jeremy was bewildered. He stroked his cock faster. “UH, UH, OH my GOD!!” Addison yelled, stopping the thrusting and slamming his pelvis into Porter’s hole. Jeremy could tell Addison was spurting in Porter’s ass by the ruts of both their hips. “Fuck yeah!” Porter yelled, slapping the water in triumph. Half a liter of bathwater was thrown onto the walls and floor. Addison pulled his dick out and crouched in the water. He was eye level to Porter’s hole. “Come on, man, show me the money,” Addison urged. “Oh my god,” Jeremy said, unable to hold himself. He was so close to cumming. Porter looked over at him. “Come over here, show me what you’re working with.” Jeremy, without hesitation, got up and kept stroking himself. “I’m close.” Porter looked up at him. He was not a lover, hooker, friend, or even weight lifter at that point. He was a slut. Only existing for cum. Man juice. The milk of all humanity, sperm of life. Given to the holes of sluts. Jeremy began to spurt, cumming all over Porter’s ass. Addison looked up with a smile and caught the rest in his mouth, sucking on Jeremy’s dick. Jeremy pushed him away. “No! I want it on him!” Addison laughed and spit the cum on the small of Porter’s back. “Fine, dude!” Jeremy finished cumming and shook the last of his spunk onto Porter. Addison was still crouching, watching the cum drizzle. “Fuck.” Porter, looking up at Jeremy, tightened his abdomen and squirted Addion’s splooge out of his ass. He was like a water gun. The cum fell all over Addison’s ripped chest. Addison leaned back in the bathwater and breathed heavily. Porter stood up. His skin was splotched from the exertion. His cock was still rock hard. “Lick it.” Jeremy looked form Porter to Addison and back again. He made up his mind. In two licks, he went down on Addison’s chest and removed all the cum. He held it in his mouth. It was incredibly salty. Porter stepped out of the tub and pushed his body tight against Jeremy’s. “Give it to me.” They made out, transferring the cum between both of them and using is as lube between their tongues. Each swallowed greedily after most of it had dissolved. Porter stood back. His dick was standing proud. “You slut. Welcome.” Jeremy had never felt more free.

If I could tell you exactly what moonshine tastes like I would: something like drinking turpentine mixed with the worst cough syrup you’ve ever had. They might be its two ingredients. I’m trying to turn down a refill but Young John’s not having it. The second one, he says, you stop tasting it. That might be, or it might be I’m blasted out of my mind by the first. As it is, I can’t help staring at him. It’s not that he’s just cute, but I don’t know if there’s a slyness or innocence that makes me keep darting glances his way in the light of the campfire. The rabbit he skinned and cooked was good. He liked grossing me out when he skinned and disemboweled it, but when it came to eating it off sticks, you could tell he knew what he was doing. And, yeah, it tasted like chicken. After he won refilling our canning jars with more moonshine, he says, "Man, am I ever horny." Then, just as suddenly: “You a homo, college?” He asks this as matter of factly as if he’d just asked if I’d had enough to eat. He’s not looking at me but up at the stars, which number in the billions up here. “Yepper,” I answer. “You?” “Nothin’ I could do about it if I was,” he volunteers. He’s quiet for a real long time, before he adds two words that completely throws me: “I’m caged.” I’d been slumping against a log, but I sat up at that. “What do you mean, ‘caged’?” “Caged. Like I can’t get to my dick if I wanted to. Got a lock on it.” “Wait, what?” The rabbit bone I was twirling I throw it in the fire and draw closer to him to see his eyes. His gaze come down from looking skyward, and rest on my face. He’s evaluating me, for what I don’t know. To see if I’m judging him? To see if he should go on more, if I can be trusted? “We just decided it was better that way,” he says. Is he looking to see if I approve? Agree? The simply fact is I don’t understand. “Who decided that? What would be 'better'?” “Daddy. The posse. Me. We thought it was better. That way they don’t turn me queer. Want to see?” “Wait,” I say, putting a hand on his bare shoulder. I feel how warm he is, feel his small, strong muscles of his shoulder. Feel the effects of the second jar of moonshine. “What exactly has your daddy and his friends done to you?” He unbuttons his pants and shows me a homemade chastity cage scooped under his balls and covering his dick. A little bush of pubes poke above it. I’ve seen cages online but thought they were just a novelty, a joke. This one looks serious, heavy, permanent; although it has a screw underneath and not a lock, it doesn’t look like a joke. “Daddy says if I started enjoying my dick when they did things to my butt, I could turn homo and then they couldn’t have fun no more.” “That’s crazy talk, guy.” I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t help it. My own dick starts getting hard. I know, I know, you’d be all righteous and help the kid, but I’m telling you, coming across this kids with his pent up, twisted beliefs, or those guys that are keeping him this way, plus the second jar of moonshine, plus the bit of pubes above the cage, it’s twisting my head, making me think I want to take advantage of him in all his chastised horniness. Okay, maybe I just needed to say that, because now I’m feeling indignant, protective again. “You got a screwdriver?” I demand. “Yeah, but you can’t take it off,” he says. “The shit I can’t. Get it.” We go inside a trailer and he rifles through a kitchen drawer holding the gas lantern above his head. He’s holding his pants up with one hand and the lantern with the other. He finds a screwdriver and gives it to me. I tell him to drop his drawers. He reluctantly does, and I get to work unscrewing the bolt under his balls. Once that’s undone it’s like a puzzle that easily comes apart. He’s got a mighty erection from me fooling around with his balls and dick. I’m not surprised since he also couldn't touch himself for however the hell long it’s been. It’s a beautiful young cock, arching with a nice bend to it, thin and extremely hard. His knob’s swollen blue in the light. I can’t help it. I wrap my lips around it. Young John inhales hissing and then is almost crying out loud in arousal. I slurp up more of it. I mount on top of it and get most of it down my throat. “I’m going to cum,” he starts repeating. “You’re going to make me cum.” I stop sucking him. “Come back to my room,” he says. I leave the pieces of the cage on the countertop and follow Young John through the shadowy hallway to his room. This room has the feel of a nursery. An old, ragged teddy bear sits on the dresser. One if its button eyes is missing. There’s a metal airplane with plastic propellers on a night table, next to it a couple of coloring books. “Wait. How old are you, John?” He looks at me frightened. “Don’t call me that! You can never call me John. Daddy gets real mad. Almost took Dwayne out one time. Johnny’s okay, but Young John’s better.” “Okay, Johnny,” I say, flipping through one of the coloring books, seeing his ‘coloring’ consists of running random-color crayons over outlines of cats and dog, trains and cows, three-story buildings and a cop blowing a whistle, holding up a gloved hand with a sign that says ‘Stop!’ Interestingly, the building has red crayon flames coming from the windows, the clouds are all black, and the sun shines blue. “Have you graduated from school yet?” “Daddy says I don’t need it. He says I’m legally eighteen and that means I don’t have to if I don’t want to. Never went, never gonna.” He’s pulling me to his bed. “Do that thing you was doin’ before to my weenie.” He pushes the coloring book out of my hand and we fall on the bed. He’s unbuckling my pants and wants to get them off me as fast as he can. I kick off my shoes and our pants and shirts fly. He doesn’t like to kiss but he sure likes to suck. We’re in a sixty-nine position before too long, and I spread his legs and bend him so I can get to his butthole. I stick my tongue in him and he lets out a yell, “College! What are you doing?! Fuck, man!” I raise my head surprised. “College, you are nasty fuck turd, aren’t ya? Do that again.” I go down on him and can kind of see what he means. I’m drunk enough not to care that much, but he isn’t all that clean, but I’ve already been there once and don’t see the harm of continuing to eat his little nasty ass out. I feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my pecs. He’s humping like crazy and I don’t want him to cum yet, not at least till I get my dick in him. I spit in his ass and push the saliva into his crack. “Yeah, fuck my hole, college. Wreck it,” he cries, then pauses for a moment. He hesitates before he whispers, pulling at the sheets, “you can put your hand inside me if you want.” “What, fist you?” I stop and look at him. “Do the guys here do that to you, Johnny?” He puts his face in his pillow and nods. He’s talking into the pillow when he says that he likes it. Part of me doesn’t believe that he can take a fist, so I push two fingers in his butt. They slide in easily. I wet a three fingers and all three slide in without effort. He lifts his head and says there’s Vaseline in his drawer. I look and bring it out, pop off the lid, and grease my hand. “Oooh, yeah,” he says as my hand disappears up his slim ass. I got to admit it’s the first time I’ve ever done this, and it’s incredible. I feel like I’m wearing a warm, slimy glove, that he’s an extension of my hand. I get why some would call it making someone your hand puppet. I like that he is mine. “Go in more, man. I know how to take it deep,” he says. He’s wiggling on my wrist, pushing himself down on me. My hand slides in beyond my wrist. He flips on his back writhing, squirming, climbing down the bedsheets to get closer to me, to get more of my arm in him. He’s insatiable. I’ve got a major hardon going and really want to stick my dick in him and fuck the shit out of the kid. I start pulling out and he cries out, “Wait, wait!” “Dude, I want to get my dick in you so bad. I’m going to bust a nut all over your sheets if I can’t fuck you this second.” “You can stick your cock in, too. The guys do it all the time.” With my left hand I grease my pole and add it to his crack. He’s right, he can take both. Easily. It’s incredible feeling my dick slide into my greased hand inside the kid’s ass. It’s not only mind-blowing, but the feeling! My dick and fist make for cramped quarters but that only makes the viscosity immensely pleasurable. I start humping his ass and my hand inside him with abandon. He’s enjoying it from the grunting and affirmative noises he’s making. I’m telling him how good he feels, and he reflecting back the same sentiments. He’s loving it, he tells me. How big I am, how much he wants me. I’m in a low, guttural mode now, pushing as much of my fist and cock into his slim hips as I can. I'm pretty big with large hands; it’s a wonder he can take so much and continue to want more. If it’s pleasuring him as much as it is me, I happy to give him more of my arm and cock. I’m up to my pubes pumping in him, well past my wrist, ripping his hole open with as much ferocity as I want. He seems to be able to take everything I give him and still begs for more. So I pile it on, starting to bring out some violence in me I don’t recognize. I leave my fist right at his opening, stretching it to the max and using it as my dick’s point of entry. He realizes what I’m doing and is totally into it. “Open my pussy, sir!” he pleads. “Destroy me. Make me a train wreck. Fuck open my cunt, man!” He’s wailing at the top of his lungs and I’m hammering him as hard as he wants me to. It’s incredible and I shoot a load into him that makes me quake several times. I feel him do the same. He erupts over his chest till it runs off his rib cage. The amount of cum that pumps out of his cock is astonishing, and makes me think it's been a least months since he's shot a load. He jacks and jacks, and cum thick and pure white spill off his body. He's shaking in waves. I think he's done, then he shakes and shoots some more. It makes me spasm watching him. My fist disappearing deep within him. His sphincter clamps hard on my wrist and my cock follows deep inside him. He shutters as I collapse on top of him. I feel his channel squeeze my hand several times. I flex my hand out a bit and he squeezes it tight. It’s us communicating to each other, discovering a rare depth of feeling. We lay for a white until my cock soften and slides out under the pressure. Then I slowly withdraw my hand from his ass. As my knuckles slide out he gives a gasp and I feel a long trail of slime flow out his ass and puddle on the sheets. “Do you have something I can clean this up with?” I ask. He looks at me puzzled. “Why? Just leave it,” he says casually. “Hand me my smokes. They’re in my pocket.” I reach in his pants and find them along with a plastic lighter. He lights up right away and leans on the trailer wall. I look him over and want to capture that sly, contented look he has. “Can I take your picture?” I ask him as he’s puffing away. The smoke obscures him, which is I think what he’s after. I’m drunk enough to have had enjoyed myself like I’ve never done before. Guys I’ve had sex with were fun, but this kid took me to places I never contemplated. But I’m also not drunk enough to face the implications of what’s been done to this kid. Both his lack of inhibition tied up with, I’m sure, his utter isolation. “You brought a camera?" He sounds a little alarmed. "What, outside in your backpack?” I pick up my pants, and bring out my iPhone. "No, this has a camera in it. But it’s almost out of juice. I take it there’s no electricity up here.” He shakes his mop. I turn on the camera app and show him his image. “Whoa! That’s me? How fuckin' hot am I?” “Can I?” I sit next to him, put an arm around his shoulder, pull him next to me close. That makes him smile. We leaning our head against the trailer wall and I take a selfie of us. He rubs his eyes from the flash. We take a couple more. Serious. Me kissing his brow. Him licking my face. One of both of us pinching each other lips. In the photos you can see we’re both shirtless, but don’t show more than that. “Where do they go?” he says of the images. I show him the collection, swiping through the one’s I just took. He’s delighted with the phone. I get the feeling he’s never seen one. He holds it tightly, looking up at me with his gap-toothed grin, putting his finger on the screen and flicking quickly to examine other photos. My old dog, Trixie, back in Salem. My sister. My family at dinner. I look bored. “What’s your name, college?” He’s not looking at me but at my life. “Peyton. Peyton Grey.” He laughs. “You sound like a paint color.” He straightens up in bed and puts on an aristocratic voice with a finger in the air. “Yes, yes, I think I shall paint my entire trailer Peyton Grey. It will be the most beautiful trailer in all of camp.” I pinch his tit and he falls back against the trailer giggling. He flicks across more of my collection. School campus. My soccer team. Dorm-mates. There’s one he comes across that makes him stop. It’s of me and Zach. We’re also shirtless, in bed, smiling. “Who’s that?” he asks. “I guy I know at school.” The end of the charge powers down the phone. As much as I’m rubbing his shoulder, holding him close, the room feels much darker and colder, more shadows lean over us, like a black crayon coloring outside our tidy lines. “His name’s Zach,” I say to break the silence, trying to smooth over suddenly rough edges. He gives me back the phone. Quietly he smokes the rest of his cigarette. Finally, he asks the obvious, stubbing out his cigarette, “Once you leave, you gonna come back here, ever?” He looks up at me with his brown forest eyes. There’s a hard touch of green in them I also see. Even in this light. ***

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.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire James was busy at work. He was working on a case and was doing 80 hour weeks. His hookups were limited to guys in the Loop. Most of them were out of towners at hotels. That was fine with James. He didn't want everyone in town knowing he was getting fucked bareback. Some of these guys were 20s/30s/hot 40s who James would've checked out at the bars. Others were guys with really big cocks. James got so horny at times that he had to have the cock, no matter who it was attached to. He'd been working like this for months. He needed a night out. Mike's birthday was the perfect occasion. James left work at 8, went home to shower, change, douche, and meet up with the guys. He met up with them just after they finished dinner. He apologized to Mike for being late (work....yadda, yadda). To James surprise, Dustin was at dinner. He didn't think they knew each other that well. What James didn't know is that Mike and Dustin had begun to see each other. Later that evening at the bar, Mike was telling the story of Dustin fucking him for the first time and how great it felt when Dustin's cock exploded. James looked horrified. Dustin and Mike looked at James and each other. Another guy asked what was wrong, James said; "That's gross. I can't believe you let him fuck you without a condom the first time you fucked." James walked away. He was pissed at Mike for being so stupid and unsafe. He kept telling himself that over and over. He also knew how jealous he was because he needed a big cock in his ass. He was looking forward to Dustin exploding inside him that night. Whatever, Mike's funeral. James left the bar. He grabbed a cab and went to his place. He hopped on Grindr and 10 minutes after he was home the doorman called saying his friend was here. "Friend, " whatever thought James. James unlocked the door and went to the bedroom to put on a jock strap. When the guy showed up he was not what James expected, he was Middle Eastern, kinda fat, greasy hair. James was standing there only in his blue jockstrap and thinking, "I can't do this." The guy must've sensed something because he opened his pants and took out a massive cock. James weakened. He walked over to the guy, got on his knees and starting sucking his cock. It grew in his mouth. It was bigger than Juan's cock and it tasted sour. Still James sucked the cock. He wanted it. Ten minutes later, the hairy, fat, older, unattractive man was on his back on James bed. James was lubing his cock and about to lower himself on the man. The man said, "Do you want to use a condom?" James said, "No." The man smiled. James lowered himself onto the man's cock and fucked himself on it for about 5-6 minutes until the man said, "I'm going to cum." James said, "I want it in me." The man unloaded in James. The man left. James rode two other guy's cocks that night. He purposefully sat down on each of them raw while facing a mirror so he could watch the cock disappear inside him. He took both those men's loads too. James woke up around 11, went for a run to the gym and then worked out. He was ignoring his email because he planned to checking it once he went into the office. It was a Saturday, so he was going to work only part of the day. James went home, showered, changed into some casual work clothes and headed to the office. On the way, he opened his personal email and texts. His phone had blown up. People had sent him links and were expressing surprise and calling him a whore. James opened the link and put in his headphones. It was a pornhub link. It opened with him at Dustin's apartment being spitroasted by Dustin and one of his friends. The video lasted over 40 minutes. You could make out, on high volume, James saying, "Fuck me raw." "Cum in my ass." and "Breed me!" The most clear shot was of James when he was being fucked up against the bookcase by a dude whose name he didn't remember. The guy said, "You like getting fucked bareback slut?" James saw himself say, "Yes please cum in me." James was dumbfounded. His life was ruined. His reputation was ruined. WTF? Why would Dustin do this? Then he read the title, "Safe Sex Jock Boy Taking Raw Cocks" He knew Mike had done this. James was so mad, hurt and ashamed.

The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

A bb orgy w versitile guys like me who do it all! A sea of writhing, moaning naked men sucking, fucking, making out n touching n joining in. Mmmmmmmm

Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile...... Justin I looked over at the guy who'd just said his name was Justin. Silently, I stared at the amazing guy from the Boot. He was sitting next to me in all his WASPy glory, polo shirt, jeans, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, smooth skin, aquiline nose, and, for lack of better words, an incredible aura of kindness. I'm not sure what possesses some people to have that great ability to draw things out of others. Within minutes I was haltingly telling this gorgeous, caring guy the whole story of Jason, the fraternity guy, the fraternity "fags and slags" party, and the fight. The only thing that was bothering me that I left out was the unprotected, or as I was starting to think about it now "bareback", sex. Justin was silent most of the time except a few nods of his head and the occasional "wow, really?" or "oh man". We sat there for a few minutes and Justin said, "Your hand looks really red. Let's go ice it. Do you want to go to your room or mine?" I told him we should go to his room. I could not bring myself to see anyone I knew that night. We went to his place and he had a single in a suite and he grabbed some ice for my hand. We sat in the living room, watched tv, barely talking a bit until his roommates came home. They were seniors and 1 of them was his older brother; which explained how Justin, as a sophomore, was living in these sought after housing units. He took me into his room after introductions. Justin asked if I wanted to stay the night. I was not in the mood to have sex or talk much or see my roommate or that motherfucker Jason; so I must have looked hesitant but almost desperately conflicted. Justin said, "You look like you can use a friend. Also, I wouldn't mind sharing my bed with you. You're sexy. I haven't had a boyfriend in awhile and I would like to feel someone like you next to me." It was incredibly honest. I said that I would stay. Justin gave me shorts to sleep in and we undressed, talked for a while and we got into bed and cuddled. He spooned me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass, but he wasn't moving it around. It was just resting on me. I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning and he was turned away from me toward the wall. I turned over to spoon him and that's the first time I held him. He felt warm. I kissed his shoulder and reached down for his cock. He turned over and we made out. I kissed him all over and then made my way to his shorts. I pulled them down and dove onto his cock. I licked him tip to balls and got him wet and then started sucking. He was about 8" and thin. It was a nice cock. I knew it would feel good in my ass. I must have sucked him for about 10-15 minutes and when he came I swallowed his load. We made out a bit after that and he jerked me off and sucked me until I came. Then we curled up again and fell asleep. I stayed with Justin for three more nights. By the time I left we had given each other about 3-5 blowjobs a day. I liked how he tasted. I sucked his cock in his room, the bathroom, the shower, the kitchen. I was addicted to his cock. I got back to my room and I swear everyone knew that Jason and I had a huge fight and that I was gay. I heard at least one guy call me a fag as I closed the door to my dorm room. I was just out of the shower when my RA came by. He asked what had happened. I told him. He said that fighting was not permitted on campus. He said if Jason and I fought on campus we would face the disciplinary board. Then he asked if I wanted to come by for some "apple tobacco" (his phrase for pot) after classes. I went to class and came back to the dorms. Everywhere I went on campus I felt like everyone was staring at me. There's no way that was true considering Tulane is a big school, but it felt that way. I went back to the dorm and my roommate told me he was moving out because he couldn't be roommates with a fag. I told him to fuck off and went to see the RA. The RA answered his door and Ben was in his room. They were smoking and the RA lit up his pipe and offered it to me. He told me to take a few hits. I did. He told me that my roommate was moving out. He said the guy was an asshole and Ben laughed and said, "can I kick someone's ass so I can get a single?" We all laughed. I hung out with them for for hours. When I got back to the room, I was pretty high. Justin called and I told him about my day. He came over and we made out and sucked each other off. We went for dinner, came back to my room, pushed the beds together, showered and then Justin fucked me for the first time. It was a nice fuck. Very sweet. We used condoms and he opened me up a lot before we fucked. I loved watching his face the first time he came while fucking me....he threw his head back with in a stifled groan, his mouth wide open, as his body tensed up and his hips jerked forward over and over shooting his load into the condom. This was the first time I had actually used a condom the whole way to orgasm. I was so proud of myself. I had proven I could do it. Even though it for sure hurt a whole lot more. Justin and I were inseparable from then on. We barely went anywhere without being with each other. I told my family about him within a few weeks. It was hard because they didn't want to hear it, but I was too happy to care what they thought. The holidays were hard because we were not with each other for 3 weeks. I was home on Long Island and he was home in Indiana. We talked everyday. I missed him so much that my stomach hurt. Back at school in January and we decided that we needed to get tested again for HIV, etc. I thought it was a sweet idea for a date. We went to the clinic downtown, got tested, had dinner, and went to meet friends at Oz and Pub (the gay bars in the Quarter). We danced and had a great time. This was the beginning of my life going to the FQ gay bars. We got drunk, danced more, tipped the strippers, and went home and had a lot of sex. I loved Justin so much. The test results took about a week or two and I still remember getting the call. I called Justin. We were both negative. I almost skipped over to his place. I was so happy. We hadn't discussed it but I knew I wanted to feel him in me without a condom. I missed the feeling of a guy cumming in my ass and I wanted it to be Justin's cum forever and ever. I got to his place and we were making out and I closed the door to his room, opened his jeans, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock to hard and wet stiffness. I sat him on the bed, got naked, grabbed the lube, wet his cock more, climbed on his lap and sat on his unprotected condomless cock for the first time since we met. He protested about not using a condom. I said, "We are both negative. I trust you. I love you. I want to feel you cum inside me." He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. I could see he was conflicted; but I rode his cock just the way he liked it. I leaned forward and kissed him and let his cock ride in and out of my ass by moving my ass until his cock almost slid all the way out. In a few minutes he said he was going to cum. I kept riding his cock. He looked up at me. He said, "I love you." I kissed him hard. He kissed me back and then groaned louder than I had ever heard him. He grabbed my hips, jammed me down on his cock all the way, slammed his head on the mattress and then I felt it. The warmth in my ass. He was cumming in me. It was bliss. I loved Justin so much. My cock jerked and I came from the feeling of the warmth in my ass. We laid together and kissed and cuddled. We told each other how much we loved each other. To be continued...........

My First Group Breeding and Experience with Watersports: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. Here is the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. I was in my 20s and living in Texas and while I had sexual fantasies of being a little wild and piggish, I never acted on them as I was very shy, reserved, and always had safe sex and never took any risks. One afternoon I met a girl I used to work with for lunch in Houston as I was in town for a few days on business. I had a few margaritas, was pretty buzzed, and as I started to head home I passed an old adult movie theater. I remembered hearing about the place and they said it was like a real theater with all the seats and showed porn all the time, but also had some side rooms, booths, arcade, etc… so I figured what the hell and drove around the block a few times, parked, and went in. There were several guys that I could see in the big theater so I nervously sat for a while and watched the porn. It didn’t seem like anything was going on, not even people jacking their dicks, so I got bored and started to walk around to see what else the place had to offer. There was a refreshment/bar area with a few tables where a couple guys were sitting and smoking and they each turned and looked at me hard when I walked by. I ordered a beer, downed it, and walked around some more. Out near the maze and rooms were a few dozen guys of all types from business men to street trade lined up along the walls and I felt like a small calf who had just stumbled into a pack of wolves. I was so nervous so I just stood against the wall and tried to avoid eye contact, but within a couple minutes this white guy who was about 35, 6’5, 240, with a big mustache, in construction boots and kind of dusty clothes came up to me, grabbed my left arm and leaned down and said “Come with me,” before he started to push/guide me towards the end of the hall. We went inside the last room, which reeked and smelled like piss, cum, sweat, and just nastiness. The construction guy shut the door, locked it, then turned and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, just stepped up, put both his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I got the idea, so I worked his dick out and was in shock and awe. His cock was huge. I asked him if he had a condom and he said, “Shut up and suck it or I can leave.” So I started sucking him and within seconds he got about 10 inches long and really thick. I had had a few dicks that I thought were big, but nothing like that and started thinking in my head how much I wanted it inside me. After a few minutes sucking his dick he told me to strip. I started to say no, I was not comfortable, and he stepped close, put his hand over mouth and said, “Boy, you want some of this dick?” I just nodded. He then said, “Well then this is how it’s going to be. You are going to do what I tell you, and trust me boy, I will give you what you need. I have a few hours and plan on having a good time, now get out of those clothes.” As I started to undress, he sat on the bench in the room, lit up a cigarette, and watched me. By now, interest in what was going on in our room was clear as I noted some guy looking through the gloryhole from the next room, which made me even more nervous, but I finished stripping. The guy I was with then stood up, slid his pants down, pointed to his dick and sat back down. I went back onto my knees and started sucking. He then stood up and pulled me up, and had me bend over to suck him while he started rubbing his hands up and down my back, then to my ass, then he slammed two fingers in my hole. I tried to stand up and pull away as it hurt like hell being finger fucked with no lube, but he just shoved my head back on his dick and said, “Boy, I won’t tell you again.” So I kept sucking and he started saying “Hmm, nice hole, nice little cunt for me, hmmm.” He then pushed my head back and pointed to the right. Some guy had stuck his dick through the gloryhole and the construction worker pushed me towards it as he walked behind me with his fingers still up my ass. I leaned over, put my hands on the wall and started sucking the dick in the hole. I had never done an anonymous blowjob before, but seemed like I did not have much choice as I wanted the construction guy’s big dick. While I sucked the dick in the hole, the guy behind me pulled his fingers out, leaned over my back and said into my ear, “Don’t stop boy.” I then felt him spit onto my ass, heard him spit onto his dick and I started to stand up to say no, put on a condom. With his left hand he pushed me down and with his right pulled my ass cheeks apart a little and I felt the head of his dick at the edge of my hole. He then shoved his raw dick in as far as he could go. I yelped and tried to stand up as it felt like he was ripping me apart. Trying to push back only pushed his dick deeper in and at the same time he grabbed me by the hips and started slam fucking. I was getting hit in the face with the dick through the hole and my head was hitting the wall. I was having all I could do to stand up and it hurt so fucking bad. Fuck my ass was burning! The guy fucking me slowed a little and shoved my face back to the hole in the wall. I could see the other guys face through the wall who had looked to see what was happening, and he stuck his dick back through. So I sucked it and the guy fucking me started fucking hard again, getting really verbal and loud. “Fucking cunt, yeah take my cock.” About that time the guy in the hole shot his load down my throat and pulled out. My head started banging the wall again and I could hear voices in the hall, people trying to door handle on our room, and I was nervous thinking we were in trouble for some reason, but the guy fucking me was not stopping. Another cock popped through the hole, a big black one that smelled like it had not been washed in weeks. I started sucking it (and gagged some) and the guy fucking me started saying, “Take my cum bitch, take my cum, fuck yeah,” before he shot in my ass. I could not believe it, had never felt that before and it was amazing!! It felt like gallons of hot oil going into me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass, turned me around, pushed my ass towards the black dick in the hole, and I backed up on it. The guy in the hole didn’t seem to mind as I felt him push back, and the construction guy who had just cummed in me made me bend down and start licking his dick clean. I could see cum and blood on his dick and hesitated, but he just shoved my head down on it until I was gagging and could not breathe. The guy in my ass then pulled out and I could feel cum running down my ass and legs. I stood up and the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head and said, “Good boy” then started kissing me really hard. His mustache hurt and he was a very rough kisser, but I loved it. The construction guy then stood up, zipped up his pants, and said, “Lock the door, I’ll be right be back,” and left the room. I was sort of stunned. What did he mean? Was he coming back? Damn I was just fucked without a condom and was scared and excited at the same time. Someone then opened the door and looked at me standing there naked, I said “Sorry,” closed the door and locked it. I looked down and saw cum running down my legs tinged with red. I touched my ass with my finger and it came back mixed with cum and blood and I freaked. What had he done to me? What did I let him do? There was someone looking through the hole too, so I just sat on the bench in the corner where I could not see them, or them me. Several minutes went by and I figured I should get dressed. I got up and started to put my clothes on when someone knocked. “Open it up boy,” he said. I unlocked the door and the construction guy came back in carrying some paper towels, and a case of Budweiser. “Did I tell you to get dressed? Get that shit off” he said. He tossed me the paper towels, then sat on the bench, opened up the beer, took two out and gave me one. He then pulled my arm and made me sit beside him and said, “Told you boy, I’m going to have a good time and we’re just getting started, now slam that beer.” As I was gulping it down, he pushed me to my feet and slammed a couple fingers up my ass. “Hmm, yeah boy, get you some cum.” He then walked over to the hole in the wall as someone else was looking through. The construction guy leaned down, and asked the guy in the other booth if he wanted to fuck me. The guy said yes, stood up and stuck his dick through. Mt breeder motioned me over, grabbed me, kissed me hard, bent me over and backed my ass up to another raw dick. I wiggled it in pretty easy with all that cum in there and the guy started fucking me. I then started sucking the construction guy and before long the guy in the hole must have shot, and pulled out, and then another guy was right behind him. Another anonymous, raw dick, but this one was a lot bigger and bigger and he fucked hard and rough before depositing a full load inside me. I stood up, the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head, kissed me hard again, pulled away a little and then spit on my face. He laughed at the look of shock I gave him before he continued kissing me. The construction guy pushed me towards the corner, bent me over the bench, put one foot up on the bench and slammed his dick up my ass. I cried out because it hurt worse than the first time and tried to run, but there was no place to go, so just tried to brace myself. He slam fucked for a while then slowed a little, started to get loud and verbal again, “Fucking little cunt, god damn, bitch, yeah take my cock, fuck yeah,” and then started slapping my ass harder and harder. People tried getting into the room again and I could hear some guy saying something through the hole in the wall. Harder and harder the construction guy fucked me before he seeded me again. Believe it or not this load seemed bigger than the first one. My guts were on fire and I was totally out of breath. I touched my ass and could not believe how wet and sore it was, and he just smiled. We both sat down on the bench. The construction guy grabbed me and kissed me deep, then pushed me away. He smoked a cigarette, I slammed another beer, started another, then he stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head with both hands and said, “You better swallow it all.” I had no idea what he meant as he was not really hard, and then I felt him pissing in my mouth. I gagged, tried to push away, and he grabbed my head harder and said loudly, “Fucking swallow it – swallow it!” So I did. It tasted awful, warm and rotten, and I thought I was going to puke for sure. Some of his piss started running out the side of my mouth and when it did he yanked his dick out of my mouth and turned and finished pissing on the floor towards the corner. He then sat back down, smoked another cigarette and told me to slam some more beer. When his cigarette was done the construction guy grabbed me, started kissing me hard again and rubbing my ass. I rubbed his dick. He got up, said, “Lock the door,” and left again. I figured he had to get some cigarettes or something as we still had beer and he just pissed. My stomach was queasy as hell from the mix of beer and piss, so I sat down and tried to ignore the fact there was another face in the hole in the wall. That guy stuck his dick in, but I knew I better not do something if I had not been told to. A few minutes later the construction guy knocked and said, “Open up boy.” So I opened the door and stepped back and he walked in followed by a Mexican guy who was about my height, but heavier. I looked at the construction guy with a question on my face, “Suck his dick boy,” he ordered. The Mexican guy unzipped his pants, then took them right off and pushed me down to his dick. It was pretty big, but not as big as some that had fucked me already, and it was uncut. His dick smelled dirty and sweaty too, but he just shoved it in my mouth and started face fucking me. The construction guy sat down on the bench and lit up another cigarette, drank beer, and watched. When the Mexican got hard enough he pushed me down on the floor. The floor was so dirty, but he did not seem to care as he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, and then slammed his cock all the way in. I cried out and tried to push him off, but he just fucked harder and quicker. I looked to the construction guy and he had a big old smile on his face and was stroking his dick. The Mexican guy was so quiet, did not say a word, but I could tell he was close and soon he shot his load and then lay on top of me. He got up, said something in Spanish to the construction guy and they started chatting and drinking, so I got up and sat on the bench and was trembling a bit as I turned and saw someone looking through the hole. The Mexican guy finished his beer, got dressed, and left. The construction guy then stood up, tossed the paper towels at me and told me to wipe off. He also told me to try to push out the cum out of my ass. I thought we must be done and overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings and emotions – pain, guilt, desire, need. He smiled, said, “Good boy,” grabbed me again, kissed me long and deep, then guided me once more towards another dick poking out of the hole in the wall. I knew the rules by now so started sucking it, but this dick was not very big so it was difficult to really suck it well through the wall. I was focused on that when I suddenly felt the construction guy spread my cheeks like before with both hands and slam his cock balls deep. I gasped and cried out and tried to pull away and he slapped by ass hard and kept fucking. “Fucking cunt, you’re going to take it, you’re going to take every fucking thing I got!” That phrase stuck with me and later I realized a lot of poz tops say something similar like it’s their way of saying they are giving you poz cum. Anyways, the construction guy was rougher and harder than all the other times combined. I had all I could do to stand up let alone suck that little dick. He started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, all the way out and back in. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad, my head was spinning. He was really loud at this point, “Take it bitch, take it, take it!” and then he slammed one last time and I felt him let loose. Fuck – how could one man cum so damn much! The construction guy then yanked his cock out of my dripping ass, zipped up, and walked right out of the booth without a word. I was still partially bent over and gasping before fully realizing he was gone. I quickly went to the door and shut and locked it before some of the other guys in the hall could come in. Cum was oozing out my ass my hole ached, throbbed, and hurt so bad. Yet, at the same time I felt empty and just wanted him back inside me. I realized then there was nothing like a man taking my ass raw and making it his and giving me his cum. While my head still told me I had to play safe, the pig in my soul was starting so say, “Remember how good that felt?” The thought flashed through my head, what if he was poz? But almost immediately I realized I did not care. I would have let him keep fucking me over and over and sharing my ass as much as he wanted. I went back to the theater the next three days hoping I might see that guy again. I saw the Mexican once and he tried to get me into a room, but I needed the construction guy and he was not there, so I left and never saw him again.

Tulane University. Man was I ever happy to be here. I was scared and kinda lonely when I first arrived. I met my roommate. Ugh! What a tool he was. A cross between a ROTC guy and a computer nerd with thinning blonde hair (at 18!) and a square face. His name was Erik and he was nice enough. We didn't have much in common from moment one though. I immediately sought out other guys on the floor to introduce myself to. There were some fucking gorgeous guys on my floor. During the first week there were various orientation events happening on campus. We started classes and I got my handle on the campus itself and started to feel comfortable. During one of the orientation seminars, we were in the auditorium for the diversity seminar. During this seminar, a dude came out on stage. He seemed really nervous. He was a senior and I watched him in awe as he told the whole freshman class that he was gay. I later found out that he came out to everyone that night - all his friends, no one knew beforehand except the event coordinator. Afterwards, the guys and I were walking back to the dorm and talking about the diversity seminar. I was quickly becoming friends with three guys: Ben, my neighbor; Paul, who lived down the hall and was loud and quiet all at the same time; and Jason, who was fucking gorgeous, built and I already knew had an impressive cock (thank you showers). Paul was really quiet about the seminar. Ben and I were saying how strange and brave and kinda shocking the "coming out" was. We all expected the racial and gender diversity stuff, but we hadn't expected the gay stuff. Jason just said, "Whatever. The guy looks like a dork. I bet he couldn't get any pussy if he tried." We all laughed. Then we heard there was a liquor store close to campus where we could purchase alcohol - Louisiana is pretty lax with its purchase and consume laws. I could buy at 18, but Ben could not because he was 17. I was surprised, but I took my SoCo and left the store I drank so much SoCo that night sitting outside the dorm and hanging with the boys that when I found myself being led upstairs by Jason later, I was not surprised. Except Jason took me to his room and not my room. Jason told me to take off my clothes and I did. He then dropped his shorts and said, "Give me a blowjob." My drunk ass totally gobbled his cock right there in his room. He moaned softly, leaned back on his bed and said, "I knew you wanted my cock." I sucked his cock for awhile, but I started to choke because it was so big. He told me to stop and said he didn't want me throwing up his cock juice. He told me to lie on the floor and I did. He spread my legs and grabbed some lotion. He lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass. It hurt, but I was drunk and relaxed quickly. He started to hammer my ass with quick strokes. He said, "You have a tight ass slut." He banged away at my ass and came hard inside me. Then he said, "You gotta go now." I left and went to my room. The next morning I work up with a wicked hangover and I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I stayed in bed all day. Paul and Ben came and got me for food and then that night, Jason, Paul, Ben and I all went to another orientation seminar. This one was about sex. Basically the lecture theme was - we know college is a time to experiment, but please play safe. There was a play where people would walk on stage and kiss each other - girls and guys in twosomes, threesomes, same sex, opposite sex - until there were like 40 people on stage. Then one of the last people stepped forward and said, "I was a virgin until tonight. I didn't use a condom with the guy because I assumed he was relatively safe too. I cared for him. What I didn't know was that his sexual history exposed me to diseases from all of these other people on stage." I was stunned. I looked at Jason. Jason and I hung out again that night. I told him how surprised I was at the play we had seen that evening. I said we should have played safe and used a condom. He agreed and was kinda sheepish about what we had done. He never asked for my sexual history, nor I his. We went and got more liquor that night. We drank some, but not as much as the previous evening. He fucked me again that night and most nights until he got a girlfriend about mid-September. We used condoms most times, but not always. We tried to play safe though. Ben and I were taking a Psych 100 class together. It was massive and in the largest lecture hall on campus. Because it was such a large class, the university used it for other lectures and some experiments. I filled out a sexual history once in the class as did 300 other people; experiments like that. One day, we got a lecture on safe sex and promiscuity on campus. The nurse said Tulane had a very high STD rate and it was because people got drunk and didn't use condoms. The person from the health center told us that there were already 4 HIV positive cases on campus in the past year and more syphilis, crabs, gonnorhea, etc. She was trying to shock us. I was kinda shocked. I was scared too. I didn't want HIV or anything else. I was getting fucked by only one guy, but I had no idea how many other people he was having sex with. The next class there was a guy invited to lecture. He seemed like a regular guy, 32 years old, fit, brown hair, attractive, nice body. The professor asked him to talk about gay life in New Orleans. He talked about it and then he focused on the promiscuity. When we talked about sex I felt like he was looking right at me. His eyes bored through me as he talked about sex with men. Then he shocked and scared me more than anything I had heard since I heard Eli beg for Jason's cum. He said, "I have HIV. I fuck guys regularly. I think it is the other guy's responsibility to ask me if I have HIV and to ask me to use a condom. If the guy doesn't ask, I don't tell. If the guy doesn't ask me to use a condom, then I fuck him bareback. It is the other guy's responsibility to ask, not mine to tell or disclose." I must have been staring at him open mouthed. The class was probably staring at him open-mouthed and shocked. I heard a guy say, "Dude that is just fucking wrong." The attractive lecturer said, "Sex is between consenting adults. If you don't ask and don't tell me you want or don't want something, then it's on you." He said there are exceptions, like underage sex and rape. He said in both of those situations the other partner is not consenting. A girl asked, "What if your partner is too drunk or high and doesn't think to ask you about HIV or to use a condom?" The lecturer said, "Getting drunk or high is no excuse for you not taking responsibility for your life. If a guy I meet at a bar is drunk enough to want to go home with me and then doesn't ask me about my status and then we fuck and we don't use condoms, then it is still his fault." I couldn't help it. I was fucking rock hard in my shorts listening to him. I was thinking about all the guys I'd sucked and been fucked by who hadn't used condoms. I had not asked for condoms or told these guys that they didn't need to use a condom - what the lecturer referred to as bareback sex. I knew I was at fault for my actions and I was shocked by them. Basically, this hot 32 year old gay guy was standing in front of the class telling me it was my fault if I got HIV. And my cock was hard. I was so blown away. I think I was in a trance the rest of the day. I beat myself up all day and all night for my choices. I ran and went to the gym for the next few weeks, but I never got that guy or his admonition out of my head. I had knowingly let guys I did not know fuck me without condoms and cum inside me. I was obviously distracted and that is when Jason grabbed me and told me he had been invited to a fraternity party that weekend and he wanted me to go with him. I agreed..........

Interlude (non sexual and I'll try to keep it brief, but it's important) After my visit to Steve's home, I went back to spend the last few weeks of pre-college summer with my family at the cabin. My aunt and uncle, mom and dad and my brother. It was a good time, but also highly sexually frustrating. I felt like I couldn't do anything gay or sexual around my family. I felt so ashamed of the things I had done and even more ashamed of how it still turned me on when I thought about the sexual encounters I'd had. Steve called once and we talked but he could tell I was being guarded. He spoke for awhile on his end of the phone and asked leading questions so I would only need to say yes or no in response. He understood my situation and urged me to use this time to come out to my parents. He said they might be great or they might totally suck. He convinced me that I couldn't go away to college and keep my feelings and relationships separate from my family. He said it would be like living 2 lives and I'd never feel whole in either one. I agreed with him as I wiped the tears away that streamed down my face. That night my aunt and uncle went into town to meet friends for dinner. I took the opportunity to tell my family. My father stared at his plate, my mother cried and my brother asked me to pass the corn. My father is very religious. He stared at his plate for a long time and then slammed his fist on the table. He said, "You're weak. You've always been weak. You will always be weak. This is just more proof that you will fail at life. I'm glad I have at least one son who isn't a total failure." He got up and left the table and did not speak to me the rest of the time at the cabin. He sat in the back and looked over the woods. My mother cried and cried. He talked about how I would die from AIDS, how I would never have children, how I would never marry, how I would always be lonely and never really be in a relationship. She mostly cried and told me how lonely I would be and how sorry she was that I was gay. The rest of the time at the cabin she would watch me with pity in her eyes. My brother just kept eating. He said nothing. Later he asked me to go for a run. We went on my route into Cooperstown and back. We pushed each other to a heavy pace. We didn't talk. It felt good to run and let all the feelings seep out of my body like sweat. We ran every day after that. Never speaking, just running. He would banter, of course. But, to my brother, my being gay didn't matter because it didn't interfere with his world. As long as we still did things together that he enjoyed, I was no different than I was prior to coming out. The summer at the cabin was finally at an end. My aunt took me aside and said my parents had told them I came out. She hugged me and said to call her if I ever needed to talk. She urged me to use condoms. She said she knew so many beautiful young men like me who died in the 80s and 90s. She said, AIDS is horrible. Please promise me that you will use condoms. I'll never forget one phrase, "I love you and I don't want to bury you." She hugged me tightly and I cried some. My uncle came in and put his hand on my back. He gave me an envelope of money and said thanks for taking care of the cabin. We love you very much. One week later I was at Tulane University in New Orleans for my first semester of college.

Very hot story dude

Part II This place was seedy. I walked thru the two darkened double doors and past the counter, right back to the video booths. Gave the guy $10 for coupons, wondering if he could tell the state I was in, but not really caring. He gave me my coupons and I walked in and down the dark hallways, This place is big, like 30 booths and totally cool place to play but I had never gone at night. The staff was totally cool with the hooking up. Much to my surprise it was packed, like 25 guys walking around. I walked to the back and all the back booths were taken. By now I knew I was totally mindlessly fucked up and there was no way I was gonna take the bottle of water. I knew I’d pass out if I did. So I walked around for a while, waiting for one of the back booths to open up. Alot of guys were making eye contact, a lot more than usual. There were a few hot latino dudes, and 3 freaky black dudes and a bunch of middle aged regulars and a really big fat black older guy. I knew I was totally wasted, ALL of my inhibitions completely gone at this point, and all I wanted to do was slide my hand in my pants and finger my tight hole, the urge was getting stronger and stronger. I kept walking up and down the halls, as I felt my jeans kept slipping lower and the top of my chaps were clearly showing enough that everyone knew I was wearing them underneath. I finally stopped and leaned against the wall with the other 20 guys when this skinny older black dude walked up to me right away, hooked his finger thru the front loop on the collar and tugged me hard down the hall. I was surprised no one said anything. He guided me all the way back, and into the very last booth in the back. He closed the door behind me and pushed me down on the bench. He pulled out a wad of coupons, must have been like 30 of them, he told me in broken English to give him my coupons, and he started feeding ALL of them into the video machine. He must have put in like 40 coupons in. He turned to me and asked me if I drank the water, when I realized this was the dude who was waiting for me. I told him I didn’t cause I was feeling so fucked up already, he seemed kinda angry and I was a bit concerned, but was really horney wondering what was gonna happen. He seemed real pissed and slammed my head up against the back of the video booth loudly, with his hand on my throat tight. He pulled out a brown bottle, unscrewed the top and wedged the bottle against my nose, really grinding the bottle neck into my nostril, He liked to do things rough, he pinched my nose and told me to whiff hard or he’d kick me in the nuts so hard I’d pass out, I whiffed hard, real hard, a few times and then I felt this killer rush, totally magnified by everything else I had done. He said ‘Give me the waterbottle now’, I reached into my backback and gave it to him, my head was swirling. Then he opened the bottle, rammed it in my mouth and squeezed it so that with a lot of pressure the water just streamed down my throat. I drank ½ the bottle when he put it back in my bag. I knew I was in trouble now because I knew I really wanted to stay in this state. My new friend pulled me up by the collar and told me to take off my jeans and top and I stripped. He looked at me with almost violent eyes and said ‘you know youre crazy to be here’ then he dropped to his knees and punched me in the balls one time, my eyes clinched with pain and I almost doubled over, but I didn’t. He turned me towards the door and pushed me down on my knees, reached over and unlocked the door. I was only on my knees 10 seconds when all the stuff I had been taking hit me hard, around the corner comes this hot latino dude, he walked up to the booth but not in, took out his huge latin cock and my black friend pushed me onto his cock, I started to suck hard and wild, I was sweating like a pig and feeling like a pig too. The big latin boys cock started to pulse fast and before I knew it he was cumming faster than I had expected and hard. I gulped every drop and he pulled out and walked away, behind him came a short stocky black dude, whipping out his short but thick cock. He reached down grabbed my hair and started to facefuck me violently. He fucked my face for a good 5 minutes before he came, but he came buckets, he pulled out and behind him was another black guy, This one was tall and his cock was huge, 10 inches and thick, he rammed his cock down my throat and started to face fuck me, I could feel there was sweat all over my body , dripping down between my asscrack and I realized every guy fucking me had heard I liked it rough and they were fucking my face hard! This guy came fast and again I gulped all his cum. He moved aside and another guy was behind him, a bit older but muscular, he whipped out his cock it was shaved and rock hard, and he mounted my face and started pumping away, With each cock I was getting more and more sloppy and wild, totally wildly grinding my throat into each cock more than the last, starting to realy REALLY feel totally out of it. I was now swaying my naked ass back and forth as I was sucking cock, eventually I started screwing my fingers into my aching ass, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I sucked cock. Finally my buddy exploded, he pulled his cock out and came all over my face, in gallons and I was realizing each guy was getting nastier and nastier, they all knew the more time that went by the more fucked up I was gonna feel. After cock number 4 finished up, he zipped up and then walked away. But I didn’t stop bouncing up and down on my fingers, when my black buddy behind me put his hands around my face from the back and started smearing my last buddys cum all over my face, he was doing it more and more roughly, eventually sliding his cum covered fingers in and out of my mouth. He started slapping my face playfully and pulled me up a bit off my knees, he dragged me back just a bit, I didn’t know what direction he wanted me to do in, when I felt cold metal against my wrists, and then fast clicking, he had slipped a handcuff on my wrist, and I panicked, but he held me tight and clicked the other one on tight too, real real tight. I stopped struggling a bit and focused on how horney I was and kinda just let it go. Just when I relaxed a bit, I felt his hands on both my shoulders pushing me straight down again, when I felt this rubber tip against my ass as I lowered my self down, he had placed a big, very big dildo, standing up on the floor. But when I slowed down he pushed suddenly and really really hard down and I felt this dildo stab me hard and deep in the ass, I wasn’t prepared for the burning and I let out a scream and felt my stomach muscles tighten up. My scream was loud enough that I knew everyone heard me, then I got kinda nervous, cause I had screamed. My friend laughed and bend over whispering in my ear “that lets my friend know youre ready, so don’t worry about it, you’re doing exactly wat youre supposed to”. Then he reached down picked up my clothes and backpack and put them in the empty wastebasket on the floor, which I thought was weird. He reached in to my backpack to get the water bottle, and squeezed the other ½ of the bottle of water down my throat. He dragged me over to the bench so I was leaning against it, still kneeling on the floor naked with the dildo in my ass. He stepped over me and started turning the video selector knob until he found a hot shemale video playing, he said ‘Don’t move no matter what’ and opened the door, the huge fat black guy I saw when I first got there was standing outside the door guarding it from I guess unwanted visitors, my skinny black dude stepped out of the booth and closed the door leaving me there, extremely fucked up, naked in chaps, handcuffed and a dildo in my stinging ass. I sat there getting more and more horney as I watched the shemale in the video slamfuck the young boy, I started bouncing up and down really uncontrollably on the big dildo in my ass, I pulled one leg up and got the handcuffs up in front of one arm, then the other so my hands were in front of me, still handcuffed, I reached down, held the dildo tight and really started bouncing up and down fucking myself real wild and sloppy. I was now totally covered in sweat and my heart was beating uncontrollably. I was totally pigging out, I started to think about licking the video monitor as I fucked my ass with the dildo, I was really totally slutting out, thinking of what it would be like to get fucked by a hot shemale when the door suddenly opened, my slim black man walked in followed by the huge fat black dude, the slim guy grabbed me by the throat and layed me back on the bench face up, and pulled out a ballgag and rammed it hard and rough in my mouth, and strapped it on tight, extremely tight, my jaw was instantly sore. Next he pulled out a brown bottle again and while he opened it up his huge fat buddy started taking all his clothes off. He was nasty fat, like 300lbs, fucking huge saggy mantits and a huge belly rolled over a short stubby hairy sweaty smelly soft cock. I looked over and the other guy had taped a tubeto the bottle, and he lowered it to me and stuck the other end of the tube up my right nostril and rammed a huge piece of duct tape over the tube and my other nostril. I could weese air in and out of the ballgag so I didn’t panic at first. I took a few whiffs but he had the tube pinched so I couldn’t get any. Then the door got pushed open again, it was the guy from the front counter, I didn’t think to get nervous at first, he handed the fat guy a big bottle of vegetable oil, and reached over with a key and unlocked the side panel on the video booth, he reached in , flipped a switch and the video went off, then another switch and the power to the booth, and the lights inside went off too, it was dim but not dark, with the door open when I realized the dude working there was obviously in on this since he was helping out, I was kinda excited but then I realized I was starting to get worried. The guy left but left the door open. Now these booths have buddy windows, those milky white ones that when you push a button they go from solid to clear glass, and you guessed it, with no power the window went off, clear glass, letting anyone in the next booth a full view to watch and these windows were big like 3 feet tall 2 feet wide, almost the whole wall. Then I suddenly smelled those fumes, and my head started to really REALLY swirl, with every breath I was taking some in, lots more than I usually would do, my whole body was now tingling, it was bad and wild at the same time. Then I felt cold oil dribbling on my chest, The fat guy was straddling me dribbling the oil on me, the other guy pulled my handcuffed wrists up to the corner of the boot where there was a steel pole in the corner, he took out a huge padlock and locked the handcuff chain to the pole over my head. I was totally spread out now and real uncomfortable. I kept whiffing in the fumes and now I was feeling majorly tingly, when all of a sudden the fat guy starts to pour the whole bottle all over my body, there’s oil pouring all over me, the floor the bench, it was fucking everywhere, he dumped most of the bottle all over me it was a fucking mess. I couldn’t believe he did it, it was a huge mess, then I felt him lower his ass onto my stomach he really let a lot of his weight come down on me I could barely breath, and the fumes kept coming, when all of a sudden his big fat hands slide down between my ass and pulls out the dildo and I felt a rush of cool air and relief, but it wasn’t for long, his buddy picked up my legs high and the fat guy literally screwed the oil bottle in my ass and lifted it up, as I felt like a cup of vegetable oil spillin me, he pulled the bottle out and planted 4 huge fat fingers knuckle deep in me and I fucking screamed into the ballgag. Just then he turns himself around so his ass is facing my face and he’s facing my cock, he slides his ass up grinding it against my stomach, and up over my chest with more and more weight, and now I am panicing a lot, he’s not stopping he’s spreading the oil all over me with his huge fat ass getting closer and closer to my face, dragging his huge oily ballsack up my torso. Then suddenly he wrapps his fat hand around my balls tight, real tight, at the same time he slides his fat ass up over my face and sits his whole ass down over my face, smothering me, my eyes tingling and the plastic tube in my nose stabbing me from the weight as I still am inhaling fumes totally fuckd up, my whole body wrenches. Then instantly I feel this huge cock impale my slick ass, a s oil literally squirts out from the pressure, I can only assume its my skinny dude fucking me, and with no mercy, form the very first poke he was balls deep. He pumped me like a ragdoll for 5 minutes then exploded cum deep and pulled out almost instantly, but within seconds another cock was deep in me, I had no idea who it was, fatboy was lifting his cheeks every 30 seconds for me to get a breath in but I have never been so lightheaded in my life, then number 2 unloads his cum, out he pulls his cock, and another rock hard one stabs me, then fat boy slides down finally onto my chest, I look over and there are 6 naked guys all cocks in their hands jerking in the booth next door watching thru the window. The fucking went on for a good 2 hours and I know I took every cock in the place, there was no doubt in my mind I was fucked 15 times. Finally fatboy got off me, he had a wet towel and a dry one from I guess the mens room, and cleaned himself off got dressed and left. My ass was swollen and my wrists stinging, skinny black boy unlocked the handcuffs and handed me some towels and walked out and closed the door, the booth next to me had no one I in it but I couldn’t close the window cause the power was till off, I cleaned up and got dressed and zipped up my backpack. I put the towels folded down on the oily bench and sat down for a few minutes to catch my breath. I was about to get up when into the other booth walked the girl from the front counter. I was startled but she looked right at me and behind her came this big biker dude, wearing jenas and a leather vest, He was bald, tatooed and muscular, he closed the door to the booth next to me and then he pushed her up against the glass, pulled her shirt up and grinded her tits into the glass in front of me, she looked at me right in the eyes as he pulled her pants down and started to just fuck her hard against the glass, she started licking the glass divider, when suddenly I heard my door open and in walked this big hariy biker dude, it was almost the other guys twin but he was more hairy than muscular. He closed the door behind him and pushed me up against the glass facing the girl and yanked my pants down and impaled my ass with his fat cock, we both were now licking the glass from both sides getting savagely fucked like two whores then I felt his cock start to pump cum in me hard and I could tell from her eyes she was getting filled up too. When he was done he pulled his cock out and I felt a VERY fat buttplug pushed into my ass tight. He reached down and pulled my jeans up fast and hard, when the denim dug into my ass and ballsack he didn’t stop, he picked me up by the jeans anheld me against the glass until they were done in the other booth. I watched the other guy plus slutgirl with a buttplug too, it was strange but hot. MY biker fucker then said, get your stuff we have places to go. Now at this point I had already had the nastiest wildest sex abuse I could ever want but I really didn’t know if these guys, and girl, knew my buddy that dropped me off there or not, but I had nothing to do and was still very very wired and still insanely craving things up my ass, so I followed this guy out the door. Around the corner we met the other two and walked thru the halls and out the front door. It was now dark out so I looked at my watch and it was about 10:30pm. We crossed the street and walked for like 5 blocks, my ass was incredibly uncomfortable and yet still really really horney. They didn’t say much on the walk but I finally figured we were walking to the subway station up the street……

Bi Bottom Turned Part 3 Mike slowly began to feel like he was crawling up out of a well. Sounds were getting more distinct, and he was still getting tonguefucked. He could hear what sounded like several guys talking and laughing. And then.....yes, there was a tongue in his hole. He felt a hand and a blob of something cold on his hole. Then a finger started to slide inside his hole. "This cumdump is ready." Mike held his breath. He wanted this like he had never ever wanted cock. He didn't even really know where he was or if this was all really happening. He feels a cock bump up against his hole a few times. Then he feel it pushing into his hole. Mike was instinctively resisting and clenching his hole shut, and then someone put a bottle of poppers under his nose, he inhaled deeply just once and his hole opened up. That cock slid just inside, popping the head in but no more. Mike heard what he thinks is Jerry say, "This hole is primo. Hungy, tight, and fucking smooth. Boys, we are gonna have a good time. This set-up went perfectly." Mike felt the shaft sliding in bit by bit. Jerry would pull out a little then stroke in a litter deeper each time. But every time he was about to bottom out, Jerry would hold it and not go any deeper. Mike eventually was literally panting. Panting to get that cock in deep, panting to get fucked. "This raw hole around my cock? Nothin' better than this." Mike was getting raw cock. He heard it and he could feel it: no rubber'd up cock felt like this. He could feel the heat from that cock. He groaned and they heard and began egging him on. He wanted this and he tried to hide it from himself. But he couldn't hide now. Now all he was focussed on was that cock. Soon Jerry began longstroking his cock all the way in and all the way out. But on every out stroke, he'd pause just a moment and didn't take his cock completely out of Mike's hole. Then he'd slowly slide his cock deep, and eventually began bottoming out in this cumdumps hole. Mike was spinning. He was overcome with lust and desire and hunger. It was so powerful that he lost track of time and space and any other point of reference for reality except for this cock in his hole, and this room of guys watching. Mike couldn't tell how long Jerry was fucking him, but after a while he could feel Jerry pick up the tempo. He was steadily and rhythmically fucking Mike now. It sent Mike into absolute bliss, this steady strokes of a hard raw cock in his hole. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, Mike could feel that motion, that hardness, that driven way of fucking: Jerry was getting closer. Mike wanted it. He absolutely wanted it and he didn't want Jerry to stop. He still had his eyes covered, but it didn't matter. This was unbelievable. "Ah, fuck I am gonna shoot." "Lube him up, man. C'mon, make that hole slick for the rest of us. He wants your load, don't ya, fuckhole?" "Yes. Please. Please", Mike said quietly, like he was pleading. Mike felt that cock start to get really hard, hard enough so that he could actually feel it. And then Jerry buried his cock deep in Mike's hole and Mike felt that cock swell and pump up, then again, then again, then again. And there was a brief moment where Mike thought he could feel a warm something deep inside of him. He could feel his eyes rolling back and he fought it. Jerry pulled out and right away after some shuffling sounds, Mike felt another cock slowly sliding into his hole with more shouts of encouragement from the others, although Mike didn't know how many. This cock was fucking thick. Mike could feel it literally stretching his hole open. It didn't hurt and Mike was amazed cause this wouldn't be happening if he wasn't high out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to take this cock, no way. But now, he wanted it. And this top was determined. He was giving it to Mike slowly so Mike could get used to the girth, but there was no way this top was stopping even if Mike asked. Mike could tell. He could sense this top was taking his hole no matter what. But was this guy fucking Mike bare? He assumed so. He also hoped so. He couldn't believe it but he felt like he was free and he wanted raw cock and come. He always has. Eventually, this top was giving it to Mike in good long hard strokes. And deep, right to the base, right to where Mike could feel the tops body bumped into his. He fucked Mike for a while - it seemed longer than Jerry's fuck. But sure enough, eventually, Mike could feel this cock get harder and harder. It started to feel almost uncomfortable. He felt hands on the small of his back, pushing Mike down. Mike was just saying over and over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god.". He didn't want this to end. Ever. The top started just pounding it into Mike, and then with one extra hard and extra deep shove, sunk his cock into Mike, held it still, leaned in and whispered, "Take my load, hole. Open up that hole for my seed." Mike felt pulsation after pulsation as this top was undoubtedly dumping his load into Mike. Mike groaned and moaned. It was incredible. While lost in bliss, that cock pulled out and another one began to slide inside, this time deeper and hard right off the bat. Mike started to feel like he was going to black out, and he fought it. He tried to move but was still strapped onto that fuckbench. He could feel himself slowly going under and he was losing the fight to stop it. All of a sudden Mike was out cold.....

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

For many years I've thought of a Bareback Club where all the men are free of diseases and tested regularly. There would be orgies organized by the club where EVERYTHING goes. I thnk is possible to create such organization.