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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.

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

Sorry about the delay in continuing this story, but life gets priority sometimes. If you have not read Joey's first exposure, Trouble at the Rest Stop, stop now. This is the continuation of that story.

Ok I'm new to the site despite being, at 43 a life long cock and cum lover. I can remember my first blow job, the feeling of another guys cock in my eager and willing mouth and the moment his thick warm load spilled into my mouth, I knew I'd always prefer it with a guy - any guy, I'm not too fussy ! It's the sensation, the taste and knowing another guy has his pride and joy in your mouth ...

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

David is an 18 year old boy that my buddy Steve introduced me to. The first time I met David he was a little bashful and shy but Steve assured me that the kid would be up for some adventure. The three of us hung out for a couple of hours ... and when I drove David home, he pointed out where I should pick him up that night. It turns out that he was going to climb through his bedroom window because his parents were .... well you get the picture. That first night I took David to an after hours house party. I paraded him around for an hour or so and then took his young boy ass to one of the bedrooms. With a little coaxing I got him to strip out of his tee shirt, loosen his shorts and pull out his seriously large cock for a couple other guys to see. Without much more effort David ended up on his knees sucking cock for most of that night. I watched him gulp down 5 loads of cum but there were probably twice that many or more ... honesty I was kinda preoccupied for most of the evening getting fucked. Turns out he got fucked several times that night too. It was when I took David to the SAWMILL campground that I knew he had become a complete and total slut. By now I'd fucked him a bunch of time and had even taken him to a sex party but David at the Sawmill campground was better than a kid (which he was) in a candy story (which it was). We got there early Friday evening and he stuck pretty close but by Saturday mid morning he was completely at ease and pretty much running around on his own without much drama. By that afternoon he had vanished which I guess should have had me a little worried (but honesty it didn't - LOL). There were dozens of trailers, motor homes, cabins, tents and trails leading from place to place. I figured David knew exactly were to find me if he need or wanted anything - plus I was having a great time just hangin out at the pool. Late Saturday evening I found him again - It looked like he had been cruzing the bathroom at the pool area. David was gettin fucked by two guys in the shower area who were NOT taking no for an answer. They had him pushed up against a half wall that separated the shower area from the "hallway" and were pounding him hard enough that about the only thing he could do was just hang onto the wall itself. It was fucking HOT as hell. When I walked up it was clear David and I knew each other and I remember one of the guys was like "dude, do you know who this kid belongs to?" Apparently one of their friends had grabbed onto David earlier that day and had been keeping him spun up on G and X while they fucked him. When they invited me back to their cabin I realized David didn't even have any clothing ... they had just walked him over to the shower naked so he could clean up some. Later that night ... aka early early Sunday morning before it started getting light again we all headed out to "the trails." This time David had on some clothing (although not his) however by the time we were in the woods he was completely naked again. Now "the trails" at the Sawmill are just that ... a series of trails that just kind of loop around to each other with little areas tucked away here and there for guys to hook up in. We took David to the end of one of the little areas and basically spread him out on a bench where he started to get fucked again and again and again. In addition to the 4 guys from the cabin and myself ... I watched no fewer that 10 different guys fuck his once tight boy hole. David was probably fucked 20 or more times that weekend and Id bet he took enuf cum to fill a quart jar!

The phone rang and I looked down to see it was my friend Jacob calling. Answering the call, Jacob said he had found me a date. Now, as I hadn't been on many dates recently I was somewhat reserved about the idea, but Jacob didn't give me much of a choice, saying I was to meet him at a local restaurant, the Black Oven that night at 8:00. I was shocked and tried to weasel out, but Jacob wouldn't have it, saying he thought my blind date and I would be great together and even if not perfect, we would at least have a fun evening. So 7:45 that night I was seated at a table waiting for my date, nervous and expecting nothing. The waiter Shawn came by the table to take my drink order. Now Shawn is a handsome 6’ black man with a bulge that is almost obscene, and which he likes to present right at table level. I couldn't help but admire it as I ordered a whiskey sour, mentioning I was waiting on someone. Nick finally shows up and I'm a bit awestruck. 5’6” broad shoulders, chiseled face, body that is muscle but not lean, like a corn fed farm worker. His blonde hair is messy but on purpose. Wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a sports coat. “Nate?” he asked. "Yes. Are you Nick?” He nodded as he took off his sports coat. Immediately I noted three points. First is the t shirt is a baseball t, one of my weaknesses. He looks super hot in it and I wonder if Jacob told him my affinity for them. Second as he stretched to take the jacket off I could see he had at least one nipple pierced, another turn on. And third he seemed to have some sort of tank top on under his shirt because I could just barely make out the straps over his shoulders. I was turned on and super interested for surenow. I hoped he would be interesting or at least find me attractive enough for a roll in the hay later. We started off with the usual topics, about the day, what we did, and had either of us been to the Black Oven before. About then Shawn returned with my drink. Shawn seemed to be surprised that Nick was my date, I chucked it up to the waiter wasn't used to gay dates. But then Shawn asked Nick if he would like his usual. Nick said a white Russian would be fine. After Shawn left I asked Nick if he came here a lot. He got a nervous smirk on his face and said sometimes, the people just liked him here. It was the first real smile I had seen from him. He had been polite up to that point but just polite. I then asked how he knew Jacob, he smiled again and said they met at a party and shared a love of hiking. I laughed a bit because I couldn't see Jacob hiking. Nick responded they went hiking about once a week. When Shawn brought Nick his drink he was smiling, “Jared whipped this up for you, he added ur favorite ingredient from the bar” Nick smiled, and thanked hawn. We told Shawn we weren't ready to order yet and he left us but watched Nicks glass as he walked away from the table. When I asked nick about the ingredient in the drink he said it was a protein drink he had found and loved but could find on the shelves of any store he looked in. I asked him what it is called and he said he couldn't remember. I asked if I could have a taste. He acted a little worried but said sure. It was a typical white Russian btw there was a tangy aftertaste that seemed familiar but buried in the cream. I told Nick it was delicious. He grinned. We talked more about our hobbies, jobs, and interests until Shawn showed back up to take our order. As Shawn was leaving I made the comment that Shawn seemed to be flirting and mentioned the hard to miss bulge. Nick laughed, and said he knew it well. I asked if they had messed around, nick said Shawn has always had a bf that Shawn wouldn't cheat on. Without thinking I asked nick “Have u tried asking the bf for permission?” He looked at me in a strange way for a minute and then said no. I blushed. Just then Shawn brought us our second round of drinks, “Saul made your drink this time and the chef told me to tell you that you have a phone call in the back office.” Nick looked at the drinks and then me. “Do you mind if I shoot your drink and u sip on mine? I don't wanna shoot that much cream right now.” Shawn seemed to stifle a giggle. But I agreed. Nick followed Shawn to the kitchen. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a message from Jacob, “Balls deep yet?” I responded “no lol.” He told me to make sure I ask to see his overall collection. That's the bad part of your best friend knowing all your kinks and hang ups lol. Then I got a message from an unknown number, “Hey it's Nick, please enjoy my drink this is gonna take a minute, Shawn is bringing me a drink back here” I responded with “Okay, everything okay?” His response “Yeah, just some hard up friends I am having to help down off the ledge.” “ok, let me know if I can do anything” I got no response from Nick. Then a message from Jacob, “so is he perfect?” “He is very attractive, interesting personality, but not sure he is interested.” “why do u say that?” “he just doesn't seem to want to be on a date”. “oh yeah he usually avoids them, I had to beg and promise” “what did you promise him” “several payments if u didn't live up to the expectation” “oh thanks, so ur paying my dates now?” “not in money, just in hikes and drinks, calm yourself, I have no worries this will work out, u would make a perfect couple” “fine” Then I got a message from nick “Just don't be mad at me for being “helpful” with my friends” I responded “no worries” as I was drinking the white russian. That protein drink added some weird globs to the drink. It wasn't until I bit down on one on an ice cube that I started to guess what it was. I knew that funky flavor even if it had been a while since I had tasted it. I swallowed the remaining liquid in the glass. Then I start looking on the ice and glass and found a thick streak of the “protein shake”. I licked it up and let it sit on my tongue, and then I knew positively it was cum as it sat and funked up my tongue. God I love cum. Then I realized what I had done in public. And I was hard as a rock under the table. Then I realized that drink was made for Nick, suddenly I was jealous that he got cum drinks and I didn't. I laughed. I should be jealous that he is getting things from other men but I don't care about that I just want him to share. At that moment Nick returned to the table. I blushed from my evil thoughts and then realized Nicks hair was matted and he was happy on the inside but I could tell he was heading back to something he didn't totally want to do. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yes” he said, “I was just part worried and part hoping you would be gone when I got back.” “oh” “Look Nate, I really like you, more than most guys I meet but there are some things u need to know” At that moment our dinners arrived, my chicken and rice, his a steak and green beans. Shawn set the plates down, “here you guys go, compliments of the chef” as Shawn stood back up I noticed his zipper was down and his shirt tail poking through was moist. As he walked away I heard Shawn laughing. I looked at Nick's plate and saw his steak covered in a congealed sauce that could only be more cum. He started to get embarrassed because he could tell by the look on my face I had an idea what it was. I played it off, “Yours looks so much better than mine, wanna switch?” He looked nervously at me, “Um, mine is made special for me here. I'm not sure you would like it.” “We'll we won't know if you don't let me try it” He then smiled a little. “I'll give you a taste” he cut me a piece with just a little bit of sauce, and fed me over the table. I chewed enthusiastically and then swallowed. “someone in the kitchen must really like u to add their personal sauce” “Look Nate, there really is something you shoukd know.” “If its about the protien drink you love, no worries, i love it too.” With a smile Nick started again “We'll it's not just that. I'm kind of like the town bicycle, I'll let anyone ride, and without a helmet. So I don't date guys because no one can handle all that, they don’t seem to understand I need the cum” “would you tell me about them?” “Huh?” “if we dated, would u tell me about the loads u collected if I asked?” “I guess yes, but I don't want to have to list everything everyday.” “I said if asked” “We'll okay then” “would u let me taste them in and out of u?” Nick started to smile “yes” “Do u wanna date the guys or just collect their cum and go?” “I'll take cum from any guy that wants to give it to me, but my dream is to go home to my bf to cuddle, be held, and have a relationship with” “ok” “ok?” “no reason we can't date” “seriously?” “yeah do u get cum in your meals at all restaurants or just here?” “Just here, the chef gets a kick out of it, that's why I was surprised Jacob set our date here” “he knew what would happen.” Then I hesitated. “what?” Nick asked. “Did u just get fucked back there?” Nick smiled sheepishly. “Yes” “Can I have a taste?” “How? I'm not gonna have u rim me on the table.” “A finger tasting would suffice” He slipped his finger down his pants zipper fingered himself as his eyes rolled in his head and presented me with a finger covered in snail slime I slowly sucked off his finger like it was the rarest caviar in the joint. He smiled and said,” this could be fun.”

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

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* continued In milliseconds both Cocks are replaced with the Beautiful Sloppy Sound of Both my Cum Filled to Overflowing Holes!!! My 'lil perky tits are a Lovely sight, covered with the Cum that runs down my chin; and the Sloppy Sound of my Twat as this most recent deposit is made and runs down my limp Tina clitty... All this visual decadence is mesmerizizing; I'm soaking with Cum, starring in the mirror, as I get lost in the moment. I feel another burning feeling in my hole, followed by a HUGE Cock as I hear; " you like that hungry cum hole filled with this meat pushing those shards in don't you!" I do the only thing that seems right and natural, "yes, oh yes I love being a Public Use Dope Whore Cum Dump!!! Please more, more!!!!!" "More Cock, or shards up you Cum Chute?" he asks. "All; all of it, I Need it all! More!!!" I hear myself pleading! As the Giant Cock pulls out to be replaced with more burning, more shards; a pipe is passed to me... But I'm to busy Fucking back on this Enormous Cock pounding me, as someone puts the pipe to my Cummy lips and lights it. I've got One thoroughly ravaging my hole with who knows how much Tina shoved in along with. 1,2,3,4 Hard Cocks on either side of me. And blowing tremendously big clouds with some assistance! I look back in the mirror at myself; I'm in Love with my blatant decadence and lack of any morals! I'm just a Cum Receptacle; and it feels sooo right!!! The Gi-normous Cock in my hole swells and swells! Gawd it was all of 10"-11", big around as a can of Pringles and its getting bigger!!! Finally the guy pushing this Beast into me yells; " take it you little Cum Dump, take it all you wore out Cock Hole!" He stays like that for, seems like ten minutes; then slurp out he goes! I'm thinking whoa, it is a gaping loose sloppy wore out Cum Hole; now!!! And I hear David over it all, "she's here to be used and passed around till daylight, go right ahead!" I look back in the mirror as at least 5 or 6 more guys come into the Playroom! "Can you take more Dick?" one of them asks. I respond by working my hips and pushing my Cock Hole back until I feel a Hard One just slip right it! At this point I can't even tell how big; or small he is, or if he's really in me... "Damn this Whore has a Big Hole!" as he pounds away with all the glorious loose sloppy Cummy sounds of my twat being Fucked! He Cums in moments as a succession of 4 or 5, one after another Fucks and Dumps more Hot Goo up in my guts; only to run out of my well used hole! Through the fog I hear David; "4:00am and at least another group of 8 will be here soon Tawnie; ok?" "Bring it!!!" I am Now just a Cock Hole. Nothing more than something to Cum in. A mindless; Cock minded Cum fiend!!! "Bring it!!!" * to be continued

I read that too somewhere. I do believe that when we take in cum, it is similar to guys as well. I feel really good for the rest of the day when a guy deposits his cum inside me.

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Last night... started with a new FB who loved to rim and give my hole pussy lips to breed... he gave me two huge loads, so fucking good. Then another fb contacted me who is one of the more incredible fuckers I have ever been with. This guy has a really large cock, long and thick, and it never gets really hard, but damn does he know how to use it, He fucks long, deep and purposefully. It;s like he targets my prostate and the whole fuck turns into a combination of probing, caressing and assaulting that target the entire time. He fucks for a good half hour to forty minutes and most of the time I feel on the edge of having an orgasm. It's like I can relate to how a woman feels when a guy brings her so close, but not to full orgasm. I moan and squeal involuntarily clenching two fists full of sheets, my ass pushing and gyrating deep into him as he thrusts and moves deep into me. When he comes it's from these huge, low hanging balls and it feels like he leaves a gallon of cum in me. leaving me strangely sated and horny at the same time. It's been about 6 hours now since the first 2 loads and about 3 since the last load he gave me. The loads are exerting pressure to cum out, there is a lot in there, and I have spent the last several hours clenching my hole tight, refusing to give up on precious drop. I swear semen is the ultimate aphrodisiac, love potion. I feel fucking in love lol.

When you're horny you want to get fucked. Then you cum and are embarrassed. Why? You obviously want it but are held back because you think you cannot face your friends. Who cares about your friends? Do what you want to do. They won't know unless you tell them. Maybe it is just a fantasy and once you are fucked once you realise it was just that. Or maybe you like it enough to get some more. Act upon it and do what you want to do. Nothing wrong with that and you just give in to your horniness. If it's not for you you'll find out soon enough. You won't know until you have tried.

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

As soon as I told my gifter I was pregnant with his AIDS babies he said "Lie on your back with your legs raised. I'm gonna give you some more of my toxic cum." Soon I could feel his cock vigorously thrusting inside my ass. It made me moan and beg for more. That made him thrust even harder. He said "That turns me on so much I could fuck you for hours.:" Soon I was moaning even louder. He then said "Man you must really like that." "Do you want some more?; I said "Uh UH Uh Give it to me. I want more of your AIDS babies." My gifter then said "That is what I want to hear." "That is your purpose as a bottom which is getting fucked by me so you get pregnant with my AIDS babies." Soon he delivered another load of poz cum up my ass. I felt really good knowing he still found me desirable now that I was pregnant with his AIDS babies. There is no doubt he will fuck me again and I will willingily take his cock up my ass for more of his poz cum

you have all the support to continue don't want to influence the story, but is she going to get to anal at some point, or dp?

This sent me very wet wishing I was the girl being fucked in the story.

Chapter Three Standing in the hall my cock throbbed for attention. As fucking hot as my split roast was I didn’t cum, yet I didn’t want to cum since it could signal the end of my quest to be initiated into The Order. “Seed, once the divine essence of life, power of procreation energy, now is the servant of disease, prophet of death. Once embraced, now it is rejected. Suppression of seed is an act of rebellion from our most ancient natural desires.” the Priest said. “We must allow the force, wether life giving or taking to be consumed within. Within the last test you allowed a segment of seed to be introduced into your essence, we will now implant more seed into you, verifying your body’s ability to be a vessel for copious portions of seed.” Without further discussion, we exited the hall into one of the rooms. Inside was an exam table with stirrups, a very well used table. In the corner of the room was a rim seat positioned over what looked like an ancient vessel which had the symbol from the invitation and two male gender symbols - instead of one being over laid slightly over the other as to show a couple, they were positioned with the arrow portion of one sliding through the circle of another - as in a representation of fucking. My interest was growing more and more as I thought about it. The Priest motion silently for me to climb upon the table, which I did without hesitation. I needed no instructions to place my feet in the stirrups. Once in position, the Priest tied my ankles to the cold metal of the stirrups. He silently moved from the foot of the table to my head, where he presented me with a black mask. This one covered my eyes and nose, with only air holes available for me to breath. Placing the mask over my head, he began speaking. I could not under stand, the language was foreign to me. Gently raising my head, he tied the straps of the mask behind my head - purging me into a dark world. My ears started to pick up sounds coming from the door area of the room. I thought I heard someone come in, the clanking of metal, and the swishing of liquids, but my imagination could be getting the best of me. A strange sensation came over my lips, something was rubbing on them. It was hard, yet had a softness to it, rounded in shape. Immediately I thought it was another cock for me to suck, so without question I opened and the object slipped in. It was pushed in until it moved no further and held in place with a hand across my mouth as I felt another pair of hands tie it tightly behind my neck. I had just been gagged. “calm your inner self, submit, and derive in the pleasure” Breathing slow deep breathes I calmed myself. Although my anticipation was through the roof, trust of the Priest had overcome any fear I had experienced. My inner thighs were being stroked as I breathed, helping me to relax as well. This touch had my cock leaking on my stomach, forming a puddle in my belly button. The hands lowered, rubbing across my exposed ass, to my crack. Fingers began to explore my hole, slowly sliding around the edge, circling until they were in the center gently pushing. My hole easily gave way in my relaxed state and having been fucked and seeded not thirty minute earlier by a homeless man. The fingers pushed in and out going further and further in, opening my wet hole even more. The pleasure was intense, as my hole opened more and more. Quickly, the fingers left my hole and something else was pushed in, hard and deep. My hole felt as though it was being ripped open it was so big. I wanted to scream in pain, but nothing came out. My mind raced with objects that could have been forced deep into my hole. Yet nothing matched the amount of pain I was experiencing. My relaxed state was gone, I was tense, my abs contracted as I tried to push out what ever was shoved into my hole. I felt the hands stroking my inner thighs again. “Calm your inner self” the Priest said “Pain is a gateway to great pleasure” I focused on my breathing again as the pain started to subside. My hole was adjusting to the object in my hole, relaxing and tightening around the object. I remember feeling this way the first time I had a cock slip inside my hole, it felt as if I was being torn apart, then subsided into the most erotic pleasure I had ever experience. Drawing on the memory I relaxed more. As I laid there, I felt a great amount of pressure coming from inside me. I felt I was being filled. My hole was warming up, expanding and creating great pressure. I clinched my fists beside me as I felt as I was going to explode. The pressure was coming more and more as I felt my inside expand more and more. “Excellent. Concentrate your mind on your fuck hole, squeeze as we remove the chalice. Seed is life, death, and the energy in between. Keep that energy within.” I concentrated on my hole, tuning out every sound around me, even the Priest voice as I felt “the chalice” being tugged on. I squeezed my ass muscles as I felt my hole pulling outwards. Every inch being pulled out felt like a mile, until my hole popped around the top, freeing “the chalice” from me. My hole still gapped, yet I squeezed. I could feel liquid running out, not much but some. I continued to squeeze, until I felt my hole close completely. “Absorb the life within the seed, embrace it’s energy, celebrate its death. Many man have held this seed before and many more will hold it after you. A genesis and legacy of Priest who celebrated in disease, then taken in death. Resist explosion for a minimum of an hour” Time moved slowly in my head as I counted, but after about fifteen minutes I lost count. The pressure inside of me grew, small cramps plagued my muscles as I fought the urge to expel. I once again calmed myself with breathing, squeezing my hole and wondering how the Priest that contributed to this mixture died. With my mind off the pressure, it seemed to ease, yet my mind continued to be invaded by thoughts of HIV and more. Exotic diseases conjured in my mind, how they effected the body causing death. “45 minutes” the Priest said. Concentration lost, pressure turned to pain. I needed to expel the mixture inside. I felt the bindings on my legs come off. I felt the gag in my mouth being removed at the same time. There were still two men in this room with me, a Priest and an unknown. I felt the bindings of the mask being untied and darkness became light. I squinted as I adjusted to the light. I could see a figure between my legs, he was grinning evilly. “You may rise, yet the time to expel has not arrive” With the help of the man at the foot of the exam table, I lowered my legs, squeezing my ass tighter and tighter. A small mount of stiffness had set in my legs, but I slowly moved them to ease that. The man that helped me was completely naked. His body was nothing but skin and bones. I could count each rib within his chest. My eyes went lower, no fat on his stomach. His body completely smooth. His cock obscenely pointed out from his body. It was at least eight inches, dripping and so inviting. I watched his finger make contact with his cock head, start circling and collecting pre-cum. His coated finger reached out, pointing at my mouth. Fuck me, I wanted it. I turned towards the Priest, silently asking for permission. He quietly nodded. I engulfed the finger, tasting, savoring the pre-cum. I sucked on his finger as if I was sucking on a hard cock. The Priest moved behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me to my knees. I was now eye level with the man’s cock. “Receive pleasure as you experience pain” the Priest stated “Expulsion will happen when my assistant is gratified.” I didn’t need any more instructions. I engulfed my mouth over the cock and encircled the shaft with my lips. Spit flowed into my mouth, wetting everything inside and continuing to wet as I took the cock deeper. I didn’t stop until his smooth balls were pushing against my chin. Without warning, the man grabbed my head and started to pull his cock out, until the ridge of his head was pulling my lips outward, than rammed it balls deep again, causing me to choke. There was no time to adjust or breath as he pulled out and rammed in again. This attack didn’t stop, it continued until I had spit flying every where, running down my chin, his balls and tears flowing from my eyes. The need to expel was growing and I was losing concentration on holding. The attack on my mouth and throat slowed a little, which allowed me to refocus on my hole. With all my concentration on my hole, my throat relaxed and I got into a rhythm of when to breath and when not to. His face fucking was rougher than anything I had experienced. Yet I was enjoying it, my mouth was full of a mixture of his pre-cum and my spit. My lips were slick with this mixture adding to his pleasure and the ease of the fucking. The sounds of this fucking filled the room. My cock was bobbing up and down, leaking yet I did not touch it. His moans turned into a growl as he rammed his cock all the way in and shot his load. Like the homeless man, I didn’t taste a drop as it hit my throat and ran down. I was again disappointed, I wanted to taste these loads. He pulled his cock from my mouth and left the room. “It is time” I got up from my knees and squatted over the rim seat and vessel. I pushed with very little pressure and the mixture of Priest seed exploded out. Relief was instant, yet I felt empty. I pushed more and expelled more seed. I pushed one more time and lost a little more. “Enough. Seed is required for the final test of this phase of your invitation.” We left the room, with the mixture of cum running down my legs leaving a trail of cum as we made our way through another door and making a left turn.

Chapter Two I didn’t have time to answer as the Priest had moved through the door and silently motioned for me to follow. Silent consent by moving lead to my discovery of a short hall with four doors, reminding me of an adult bookstore arcade. Interesting. The Priest stopped in the middle of the hall, so two of the doors were behind him and two in front of him. I stopped just with in a foot of him, which allowed me to breath in the musk emanating through his robe. It was almost as intoxicating as poppers. He smelt like sex, that mixture of sweat, cum, and a hint of poppers, which made me realize that I left mine in locker number 13, just my luck. “Here, heretic, you will heighten sexual gratification by experiencing sex in extreme circumstances with a lack of inhibition and judgement. By comprehending that every cock brings sexual gratification no matter whom that cock is attached to, the size and shape of the cock, and your expectations, only then you will release the inhibitions holding you back from the full experience of sex. In basic terms, heretic, you will learn to take any cock and all cock” Again, before I could answer, the Priest opened a door, exposing me to the room hidden behind. My instinct was correct, it was an booth from an arcade, yet no porn playing on a cheap ass TV. As I entered, the Priest followed, I noticed to my right there was a glory hole about ass level in the opaque wall and to my left was another glory hole just below head level. The walls looked like glass, but as I reached out and touched them, the gave a little, helping me to draw the conclusion that they were some sort of plastic. Glancing behind me, the Priest stood guard in front of the close door, as I listened to foot steps behind the wall. Two shadows separated each moving to a position on the other side of the glory holes. My cock jumped in anticipation, yet deflated slightly as I was assaulted by a horrible odor emanating from inside the walls. The smell went beyond the natural musk of a man’s body; this was the pure odor of filth. Gagging, I fought back the urge to expel what little I had in my stomach. Trying hard not to fuck up and lose what the opportunity to find out what The Order was, I swallowed quickly. The Priest moved to position me in between the glory holes, lining up my ass with the one on the right and my mouth with the one on the left. He positioned my hands on each side of my head, allowing me to brace myself. From the sounds coming from in front of me, I deduced that pants were being dropped and I was about to taste cock, a smelly, filthy cock. Behind me, I felt fingers running up and down my crack. It’s finger nail scratching the skin inside, sending chills up my back. It made about six passes up and down my ass, then pulled away. I soon felt wetness, as the finger was replaced with a tongue. Dropping my hands from the wall, I grabbed each check and pulled them apart giving who ever greater access to my hole, while I opened my mouth fully readying myself for what I could only imagine was a horrible taste. I could feel the heat of the cock sliding into my mouth first, then the taste registered. The mixture of flavors started my gagging and heaving, to which I fought back again. Determined to complete this task, I wrapped my lips around the shaft of this fat cock and started to run my tongue over the cock sliding deeper into my throat. Once my face was buried in the matted hair at the base of the cock, did I start to pull back and discover it was uncut. I quickly moved my tongue inside the foreskin, scooping up what every was being stored and kept warm for someone like me. My spit mixed with the ripe dick cheese and fucking who knows what, before I swallowed it down. I started getting into a rhythm of sliding my lips up and down the now hard uncut cock and was soon pass the unclean taste of cock. I moaned in enjoyment as I throated the cock. The tongue continued licking my hole, depositing it’s slick wet spit inside and out. There was so much spit in my crack that it oozed down and was coating my balls. I fought to resist the urge to wrap my hand around my cock and stroke, not knowing if it was allowed. With in moments, the tongue retreated from the glory hole and replaced with the spongy head of another cock. My mind instinctively reacted, trying to have me stop since it was a bare cock. I always get fucked safe, although that was the correct thing to do in this day and age, I always felt unfulfilled. The cock pushed against my hole which gave some resistance, but as wet as it was, it quickly slid in. The skin on skin sensation was amazing and sent chills up my spine. Relaxing my hole, I gave the bare cock drive deep within me. The two men soon coordinated their movements, when I pushed back on the cock in my hole, the one in my throat slid out, while the forward movement on the cock in my mouth, pulled the one almost out of my hole. It was steady rhythm at first but quickly increased. I was in ecstasy, yet all that was about to change. A click invaded the sounds of fucking and sucking, which to my surprise announced that the opaque plastic wall in front and behind me was now clear. My mind panicked as I saw before me what looked like a homeless man. His clothes were ratty, filthy and hanging off his body. His hands and nails were caked with dirt. I bravely shifted my eyes upwards towards his face, without even dropping his cock from my mouth. As I got the full view, this man had a matted beard, his eyes were hallow, sunk back into the sockets. This man looked as if he had not eaten in months, his checks were sunken in looking like death. And I was sucking his cock, enjoying his cock and never stopped even when he was revealed to me. I could only imagine what the man behind me fucking me looked like. “good, good” the Priest said. I continued to allow these two homeless men to fuck my mouth and hole, and I was fucking enjoying it. My cock was bouncing as I pushed back and forth on the raw cock in my hole, streaming more pre-cum than I have ever done. I milked the pre-cum from the uncut cock in my mouth. I could feel each cock hardening more, thickening as they got closer and closer to shooting their loads of cum deep inside me. I feared that I would pull them each out and fail. I fought hard to push this from my mind. The cock in my hole shot first, it slid deep within, pulsing as the load shot out and coated my inside. This was the first load I had ever taken. I felt the warmth as the man’s sperm entered me, white washing my pink insides. It wasn’t long before the uncut cock in my mouth was pushed in as far as it could go and was spraying my throat with cum. I felt the pulsing on my tongue as this cock shot down my throat. I was disappointed since I did not get to taste the cum from this uncut homeless man, especially after I sucked it clean of it’s filth. Each cock moved slowly back and forth after shooting their loads, pushing their sperm in deeper and deeper as their cocks became sensitive, until they both flopped softly out of my used holes. I felt empty, I wanted more. The rush was intoxicating. Once free from my spit-roast, I straightened up. I had expected the Priest to be stroking his cock with and open robe, but was disappointed to find him standing there with his hands behind his back. There was not even a “tent” in the fabric of the robe which added to my disappointment, since that was hot as fuck, even to my standards. “You exceeded my expectations. I had determined that you would fail, once you realized that two homeless men were using you for sexual gratification you would quit. You now should understand that any cock can bring you sexual satisfaction.” the Priest said breaking the silence. I nodded accepting the fact that from now on, I could suck or fuck any cock, no matter who it was attached to. I began to regret that I had turned down so many men, simply because I was not attracted to them or that they were beneath me. “Regret is a powerful adversary now, yet do not dwell on regret, even if you fail you have learned that any cock can give you pleasure. Shall we continue” Once spoken, we left the booth and headed down the hall. Another door stopped us after we took a left turn. With still no more words spoken since we left the booth, we passed through and came to two doors, one on each side of the hall.

been servicing married guys since I was a boy.Never thought much about that as a kid.At 19 I started hanging around an adult bookstore friday and sat nites cruising and really enjoyed that.I was the tall skinny blonde twink most guys would LOVE to get blown by.Wore cuttoff jeans and a tee shirt most of the time,easy to kick off those clothes if a man wanted to fuck,but most just wanted a quick blowjob.The best time of day was nite about 1am as the bars closed and men would stop off to watch movies before going home to the wife.Several guys became regular hookups and sucking them off was fun.One man in particular was very reticent,but after letting me jack him off a couple times he let me suck it until he came big time,and I swallowed every drop.He was cute,tall slender young and we would watch the films as I sucked his cute cock until he came,then he would leave.Made up my mind I wanted to seduce him into fucking me,and as weeks went by gradually got him into the back rooms that showed gay and straight films and had half couchs and locking doors.He always laughed at the gay sex films,but I noticed his cock stayed hard.One sat nite he showed up much more drunk than usual and I made my move.Undid his shirt and kissed his nipples,cock,balls,really worked him up.Set the movie on a gay fuck flick and we watched in silence,as I striked his hard cock.I whispered in his ear "I want you to fuck me like that"He said No,that but stayed hard as a rock,and was still watching the screen intently.Dropped the rest of my clothes and sucked his cock for a moment the repeated my request,and turned around facing the screen."go ahead and stick it in me,just see if you like it."I had one load of cum in there from an earlier hookup,so it would be an easy slide.He did,And he fucked me like a man possesed,cumming deep inside me.He didn't pull out after cumming,just said"wow..."We parted ways tha evening and he went home to the wife.I am SURE he never fucked a guy before,and was happy to help him discover the possibilities of that .We met many more times after that,but only fucked a few times.He really just loved blowjobs.:)

Awesome story! So fuckin' intense!! Leaves me feeling so empty inside and in need of something long and hard and throbbing to fill that void, be rammed up my boyhole hard and deep and make me beg for them to pull out - knowing well that they won't stop!!!

It was now late July and had been exactly a week since my adventure in Wilbur Park. My Aunt and Uncle had come up for the weekend, but on two occasions while they were out of the house, Tom came over and fucked me. On neither occasion did we use condoms, and each not only did we fuck four or five times, each time he also either blew in my ass or my mouth. My ass was definitely getting quite a workout. One day he called to say he couldn't make it. I had been really looking forward to seeing him as I was horny as fuck, so I pulled on a jockstrap, my old running shorts out of which I had cut the mesh, a skimpy tank top and off I went to Riddell Park, arriving late afternoon when I pulled in. Immediately I sensed I was in for some fun as there were several single guys hanging around, all somewhat older than I, some thin and attractive and receptive to getting a blow job. Still I was somewhat nervous when I parked and got out of the pickup. I didn't really know how this all went down. I remembered what the man said last time - cruising. I chuckled. I looked at the four guys who were near the parking lot. Casually, I leaned against the pickup and stretched my calves and hamstrings and saw two of the guys were sharing a laugh, then separated, one going to his car while the other went to his family. That left only two - a bearded guy who was thick everywhere (not fat, thick) and a guy with an average build, in his 40s, with a shaved head and a runners body. I looked at them and then didn't know what the fuck to do. I got a little frustrated. I was thinking, "Guys! Seriously! I am barely wearing any clothes, no backpack, no water bottle; so I'm obviously not here to hike. And, I'm 18 and new to this cruising shit. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?!?" Instead of saying any of that out loud, I turned around and saw the path I'd gone down with the other guy. I thought maybe there is something I can see down there and maybe suck a cock. I started to walk down that path and I looked behind me and the thick guy was following. I was like, "Yes!!!" I got to the area where we had turned off. I took off my tank top and walked toward the place I had almost let that dude fuck me last time - thankfully I hadn't. It wouldn't have been safe to have him inside me without a condom. The thought of that made me really hard. As soon as I found the tree I turned around and waited for the thick guy I knew would follow me. I saw him and rubbed my hard cock through my nylon shorts. He came over, and to my surprise, Mr. Macho thick guy dropped to his knees, fished out my hard cock and swallowed it down right to his throat. I moaned loudly. No one had done that since Eli. I was loving it. He gave me head for awhile and his hands roamed all over my body. He pulled off my shorts and I stepped out of them. He grabbed my ass and was shoving my cock down his throat hard and fast. He started to rub is finger around my ass and I spread my legs. He took the hint and started to finger me. I was totally loving the way he sucked my dick. His finger started tapping inside me. I still remember how it felt...tap...tap tap.....tap tap tap tap. I groaned and moaned. I couldn't stop myself. It was incredible. I told him I was going to cum. He kept sucking. I fucking exploded in his mouth and he just got up and walked away. I collapsed against the tree. Fuck that was a good blowjob. I put my clothes back on and headed back to the pickup. When I got there, I saw the 40something guy was talking to Steve, the guy from the bus. He saw me and immediately smiled. I walked over and said hi to Steve and he introduced me to his father. I was totally embarrassed that I had thought I was going to get laid by Steve's father earlier. We were talking about how Steve and I met and our respective summers. His father thought it was great that I was taking time out of the "city" to come upstate and help out my family's cabin. I did not disabuse him of the notion that I was a good boy whose load was in the think man's belly. LOL. Steve said he was going back to Albany in a couple of days. His father offered to have me come stay with them for a couple of days. I told him that I couldn't stay the weekend because my family would be up, but it was nice of him and I would call my folks, etc. Steve walked me back to the pickup and said, "You're a total perv. I saw where you were coming from. Did that guy suck you off?" I said yes and blushed some. Steve said, "He's a great cocksucker, right?" I laughed and said, yeah he was. Steve said, "We are going to have fun in Albany." Fast forward a few days and I am in sitting on Steve's back porch with his family eating dinner and having a good time. After dinner, Steve and I watched movies in his room and talked about sex. Our sexual histories, who, what, where, how often, what we liked, etc. We both got hard and really horny. Small, wiry, geeky Steve with the 8"cock is a vers/top. I'm a bottom. I put my hand on his cock. We made out and got naked. He locked the door and jumped on the bed. Steve sucked my cock and I sucked his. He wasn't very good at giving head. But, he liked the attention I was giving his cock. He asked if I wanted get fucked. I said fuck yes and turned over. He reached under his bed and grabbed a box. There was a couple of kinds of lube, a toy, some poppers and a box of condoms. He opened up some lube and fingered me as I laid on my stomach. He reached into the condom box and he was out. He said, "Fuck, I'm out of condoms." I groaned. He apologized and said we could get some the next day. After we made out some more, his fingers barely ever leaving my ass; he asked if I had ever used a vibrator. I said no. He asked if I wanted to try and I said yes. He took out the vibrator, lubed it up some, fingered me some more and then had me turn over on to my back so he could watch my face as he fucked me with the vibrator. Needless to say, I was moaning softly into his mouth a few minutes later loving how it felt inside me and how good it felt sliding in and out of my asshole. Steve had me turn over and he kept using the vibrator on my ass. He was going faster and forcing it as deep as it would go without the base rubbing too hard on my ass lips (another new term - ass lips). He had me lie on top of him, my legs bent and ass out as he fucked me with the vibrator and my cock rubbed his abs, and we kissed. I stopped kissing him and said, "Do you want to fuck me?" He looked a bit surprised. He reminded me that we didn't have a condom. I said, "I know." He said, "I want to play safe." I said, "Ok." We made out some more and he seemed to be loosing interest in fucking me with the vibrator. He was getting soft and said he had to pee. He left the room and when he came back and saw me lying there with my ass up, pushing the vibrator in and out of my ass, he said, "Fuck it! I'm going to fuck you." I slipped the vibrator out of my ass and Steve climbed behind me, lubed up, and slid his cock inside me. Fuck that hurt. I bit his pillow and grunted. I slammed my hand on his thigh and he knew he'd hurt me. I told Steve to wait and let me adjust to his cock since it was at least two inches longer and fatter than the vibrator. He waited and my ass relaxed and I pushed my ass back and he slid the rest of the way inside me. I kept my face in the pillow because I was making so much noise due to his big cock. He didn't fuck me long. He pulled my ass up and jerked my cock while he fucked me. He kept telling me to be quiet, but there was so much cock in my ass I didn't know how to be quiet. He was invading me. Fuck! This was a great cock. He said he was getting close and then bit into my shoulder and groaned as he shot my ass full of his cum. I came about a minute later from the feeling of his cock in my ass. That was just the first day at Steve's house. Two days and one night remained, and I was fairly sure Steve's cock would make me cum a few more times before I left.

I discovered the joy of getting gangbanged in a totally unplanned spontaneous session. Was at a friend's pool party and after dark when everyone was pretty well trashed from a full day of drinking the sex got started and and went on for hours. At first my boyfriend and I were only watching but after a while we were so horned up from watching the fun that we ended up joining the party and he fucked his load in me on one of the chaise lounges around the pool. Was my first experience having sex in public with others watching and I was blown away by the experience. It felt so good being a slut and knowing that other guys were getting off watching me be a dirty whore. Another bottom was getting gang fucked and loaded up on the diving board and when he couldn't take it anymore my boyfriend dared me to take his place. I was horny and said WTF and laid on my back with my legs in the air on the diving board. Wasn't long before I was getting gangbanged by several tops and taking their loads. It felt amazing to get fucked with my ass full of cum and the more I got the more I wanted. I had always enjoyed bareback porn and fantasized about what it would feel like to be the cum sloppy bottom taking multiple cocks and loads but prior to this experience I was always very conservative and selective about who I let cum in my ass. Needless to say, that was the night I found out I loved being a cumdump. My ass was full of cum and making "squishing" sounds as I got fucked repeatedly. As hot as that "squishing" sound was the feeling of all that cum in my ass was even hotter. Ended up taking 5 cocks and loads before I was done. Guess who was next on the diving board and took 4 loads? My boyfriend. That night was the start of our journey into bareback depravity and it wasn't long before we started hanging out at bathhouses and the back room at our favorite club being cum craving bottom sluts. We broke up years ago but remained friends and fuck buddies and still to this day hang out together 3 or 4 times a year and go to bathhouses and sleazy clubs to be used as cumwhores. So, to answer the question, for me getting gangbanged and filled with cum is an amazing experience.

Thanks you guys, you make me happy knowing you're enjoy my perversity. Sadly, it may be 2-3 days before I can post Joey's next step to destruction. But a teaser for you: Joey getsVERY wet, inside and out in a very quick turn of events for our sweet little whore.

Damn I wish I had been raped by Luc with devil ring so that my hole would tighten up and would feel like my first time every time.

Part 11 I glared at my coach, his wet cock dangling over my mouth. When I didn’t open my mouth, coach punched me hard in the guts. I fought the reaction of screaming, clenching my jaw and squinting at the pain. “Let me see if I can help you out here, Coach.” Marquise was now standing at my ass, holding what could be described as a club in his hand. The cock was light brown, contrasting with his darker skin. I couldn’t figure the length, but the width was terrifying. “Alright pussy, here comes your first black dick in that cum dump you got going on. This is gonna hurt you a lot more then it will me. I’m gonna make you regret calling me nigger.” He shoved my legs as wide apart as they would go and slammed his cock into me, ripping me apart again, taking my cherry again. I opened my mouth to scream and coach took that opportunity to shove his cock, now soft but still impressively long, in to my mouth. “Yeah, Joey, you are such a dirty little slut, taking cock at both ends. Taste all that cum, three different flavors. Suck it clean, I don’t want your fucking ass on me, or the cum.” Marquise was enjoying the pain I was experiencing as he pounded mercilessly into my hole. “Sunnofabitch. I don’t know how, but this little bitch is tighter then my girl the first time I ripped her open. You got a serious gift with this pussy.” I could hear some disgusting noises coming from my ass: a slurping noise when Marquise pulled out, a squelching sound when he slammed back in. I could feel cum drooling out of my hole, sliming my hole, my ass crack and down my back. “Hey bro, what’s the limit that we can do to this little queer?” His brother responded, “Limit? Fuck limits. This bitch is here for anything you fucking sickos can throw at him. What do you want to do?” Coach leaned across me, his cock still lodged in my mouth, and said something to his brother. “Damn, bro, you sure you want to do that to him already? He’s just a cute, innocent young boy.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as both started laughing. “Drink up, Joey.” I was confused until I tasted a hot, bitter fluid filling my mouth. “Oh, god, he’s pissing in my mouth,” flashed briefly in my mind, before the panic of drowning replaced it. “Start swallowing, Joey. Unless you wanna be known as the queer slut who died choking on piss while having a huge black dick stretching his ass.” The guys laughed and shouted insults at me. I started swallowing, fighting the urge to throw up with each gulp I took. Coach finally finished pissing and pulled his cock out of my mouth. “That was awesome Joey, I’ve never been able to get a woman to do that for me. I think I’m gonna have some fun using you after all you little faggot.” Coach looked me straight in the eyes, spit as hard as he could into one of them, and punched me in the jaw. “You still make me sick.” Marquise pulled my attention back to him, “Hey cunt boy, watch me.” I slowly turned to look into his face, which was covered in a gleam of sweat. The pain of the punch to my jaw, and the continued humiliation of being turned into a pussy, blocked the pain of the rape that was going on. I closed my eyes, which only caused Marquise to lash out. My eyes snapped open after he punched my balls as hard as he could. “Don’t you ever close your eyes when I’m fucking you cunt. You need to look at me and know that my black MASTER cock is raping that little white pussy of yours. Making you know your role is to be a white cunt boi for all men, but especially for BLACK MEN.” He looked me in the eyes, asking coach’s brother, “How many poz loads did he take?” “One poz and one from HIM.” Marquise smiled and grunted, “Here’s a toxic, AIDS load for your slime hole bitch.” Another load of scalding hot cum was shot deep in my guts, this one burning deeper than before. I simply mouthed, “Please, no.” “What the fuck did you just say bitch?” followed by another ball crushing punch. “Please, no. I can’t take anymore. I don’t want this.” Marquise finished pumping his seed in me. “Doesn’t matter, it’s in you boy. You got a big load of AIDS cum swimming up your guts, looking for a way in. Oh there’s a few other things in there too, been saving up for you.” He pulled his still hard cock out of my battered cunt. I reached down and could feel my hole gaping wide open. Soon, the hole retracted back around my finger, tightening up again. The brutality went on for hours, ending as the sun started to come up. I lost track of the number of cocks that fucked me, the faces becoming a blur of painful rape after painful rape. The guys were a mix of atrocious to gorgeous, skinny to fat, and younger than me to old enough to be my grandpa. In fact, one of the old guys made me call him “Granddaddy” as he raped me. The guys were freaks. Some kept me on my back, making me look in their eyes as they dumped their loads in me. Some flipped me over, enjoying ripping my head back, wrapping their arms around my throat and almost choking me unconscious. I lost track of the amount of piss I drank, only knowing that I had my own cock aimed at my face as I emptied my own bladder several times straight into my own mouth, making me the ultimate recycler. Guys forced me to take two cocks in my ass several times. The most brutal pairing was Marquise with his huge black dick and coach with his cock flaring up with his pure disgust, but he was grunting as loud as the other as he pumped loads into me. I know that some guys only did me once, while others came for seconds and thirds. One guy whispered, “Here cums my fourth load boy.” Some of the guys were even worse as they began to realize that the physical abuse was causing me pain, but there were no physical signs. I had guys strapping my back with their belts, beating my ass as they fucked loads in me. One guy repeatedly slapped me as he fucked me, smiling as he did it, saying, “Finally, I get to treat a bitch the way I really want to.” I was taken down from the table a couple of times, and had my face rubbed in the puddle of cum that had been deposited and then forced out of my hole as the fucking continued. Numerous times, guys would wipe all the cum from my ass crack and make me suck it from their fingers. Finally, the guys all dispersed. I lay there as cars and trucks roared to life and drove away. The agony was indescribable, as from head to toe there was almost no area of my body that had not been abused, assaulted and tormented. My ass was on fire, my hole tight, but still feeling the pain of all the rapes, the stretching from the double penetrations. “Get up Joey, you aren’t quite done yet for tonight.” I looked at him and said, “I can’t take anymore. Please just kill me, I can’t go on.” He laughed at my plea, but then the look on his face changed to, sympathy? “I know boy. But, this is only the beginning for you. Now get the fuck off the table, before the cleaning crew gets here. By the way, you really need to begin addressing me correctly, as Sir.” The sympathy quickly disappeared. I climbed off the table and looked around for the remainders of my pants or my shirt. “Don’t bother, they were taken by guys. You’re lucky you still have your jockstrap. Now walk to your fucking car. You don’t have a lot of time left.” He walked, I sort of hobbled/stumbled, to my car and he instructed me to get in the back seat and lay face down, with my ass up. I was afraid he was planning to fuck me and I whimpered a plea for him to not do it. “Don’t worry boy, I’m done with your ass for now.” I followed his order and he shut the door after me, getting in the driver’s seat. We drove for about 20 minutes, intermittent honking from other cars as they saw my sticking up. We arrived in downtown, in front of a tattoo shop. I heard him talking to someone on the phone and soon the door by my head was yanked open. “Come on bitch, hurry the fuck up.” I was dragged out, and then thrown over the shoulder of a huge, tattooed biker looking guy. He carried me in and tossed me down on the chair. Before I could say anything, Sir pulled out the ball-gag and blindfold again. “Open.” I chose not to fight and the ball was inserted and both it and the blindfold were strapped on me. “What’s he getting? The usual?” Sir confirmed it and mentioned a number. Over the next hour, both nipples were pierced, as was my cock. I was tattooed on my chest. The gag and blindfold were removed following an instruction to keep my eyes straight ahead. I was photographed by Sir, full body from the front and back. “Bend over and spread your ass bitch.” I did and could hear the snap of my phone camera taking a picture of my hole. “Push some of it out.” I made like I was trying to shit, and felt a load of cum slime it’s way out of my ass. “That is fucking disgusting, you faggot,” the biker said. “Don’t be dripping cum all over my floor. Clean it up.” I reached back between my cheeks and wiped all the spunk that had leaked out. “Don’t waste it bitch.” I brought my hand to my mouth and was photographed and videoed as I sucked all the cum from my hand. “Thunder, you got some clothes he can use? He seems to have lost them in all his fun last night.” I started to say something, but Thunder backhanded me across the face, almost sending me to the ground. “Shut your fucking mouth boy. Respect your owner.” I glared at him and then hung my head down. “I think I have something just right for him.” He walked into the back and returned with a shirt and white shorts. I looked at them and was immediately appalled. The shirt was two sizes too small and was stained with god knows what. The shorts were barely shorts; it’d be hard to describe them even as booty shorts. “I can’t wear these, I’ll get arrested.” “You can wear those, or walk across campus in your jockstrap, leaking cum from your pussy. Choose.” I felt shame and disgust as I slid into the shorts, which were so brief that either the leg straps or the waist strap of my jock was showing. The shirt was so tight, that it rode up on my abs, showing off the hair that led to my crotch and the new piercings were clearly visible. More pictures were taken of me in this outfit, the red flaring up in my face. Thunder asked, "Should I be expecting the bitch every week?" Sir responded, "Yeah he will be getting marked every week. And I think you're going to enjoy your payment, won't you T?" Thunder raised his hand in front, causing me to flinch. He and Sir both laughed at my reaction. Thunder said, "Don't worry boy, I won't be using this on your face, unless you're disrespectful again. No, this is going to find a wonderful home in your ass every time you come for your new marking..." “Let’s go, boy. You have somewhere to be soon…”

I have many best stories but one I remember clearly is when I was 17 and moved to a big city for study, just giving into my search for sex, and also in a cruising park. I had been cruising for half an hour or so and had seen 5 guys in their 20s or something cruising who I thought were hot. They however did not make a move and I didn't either. Finally saw a guy in his 30s or so (#1) who motioned me to follow him to a spot off the track to a clear spot between the trees. He didn't waste any time and was in my tight young ass within minutes. After a few minutes he was fucking me I noticed 3 of the 5 hot guys I saw before were there too. One (#2) unzipped and forced his cock in my mouth. Only took a few minutes until he unloaded his balls down my throat. Zipped up and left. My first spitroast. When he left #1 grunted and shot his load in my hole. He left too. #3 took over and fucked me too. Shot his spunk on my ass and left. #4 took over and dumped his load IN my ass. I was horny as fuck after that, hadn't cum yet and walked around with a boner and took a few more loads that night, regardless of what the guys looked like (it was dark anyway so couldn't see much). One made me cum. He fucked so hard and deep I couldn't help myself and came. Guess they all liked a young small 17yo butt. I still remember that night today. Probably because it was my first time to take a lot of loads in a row. One of the best experiences I had.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

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

Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes. The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked. He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him. Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light. It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out. The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum. But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry." All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him. Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him. Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him. Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps. He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly. Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough. Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me." This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta. Tu quieres mas verga?" Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike. He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep. Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished. Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief. He walked over and began undoing the straps. Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him. He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position. Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there. Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used. His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV. He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other. Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike. It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike. Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name. And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity. He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him. It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys. They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown. He wouldn't let Mike drive. Again, Mike was relieved and grateful. It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered. His buddy kept apologizing. When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside. The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head. He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop. He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

Part 3. Zach joined us as we walked to the room. This time Chris gave me a towel to wear. I was kind of disappointed Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one-on-one with Chris, but I went along with with them, willing to see what they had in mind. We went down a series of halls which were lined with numerous closed doors, behind which, from time to time I could hear moans of pleasure, and the slapping sound of a hard fuck, that unmistakable sound of bare flesh hitting bare flesh as the top's groin slams into the bottoms butt - which is different from the sound of a palm hitting a bare butt, which we also encountered. (When we heard a guy who was slapping another guy's ass, we involuntarily paused to take note of what was going on in that room: each smack of a hand was followed by a squeal and an "Oh, Daddy," or an "I'm sorry, Daddy," and a few times "Harder, Daddy." We smiled at each other and continued down the hallway where we encountered an open doorway, through which we could see into the room which was dimly lit, but not so dimly we couldn't see four naked bodies in a tangle of fucking and sucking. It is one of the things I like about bath houses, even "private" sex is still communal and shared in a way due to the total lack of sound privacy. When we arrived at the right room, Chris unlocked and opened the door, gesturing for us to enter. Zach went in first and I followed, pleased to see Chris had sprung for a 'Delux' room. Not that it was all that much bigger than the standard room, but the Delux room offered (what what the bathhouse described as) a double bed. Before Chris had even locked the door, Zach had dropped his towel, yanked mine off, and was reaching for Chris' towel, with the end result within seconds all three of us were naked, rock hard, and had enveloped each other in a poly-amorous group hug in which our arms were wrapped around each other's waist, while in a three-way kiss, our hard cocks leaking precum on each other's cock, and our tongues snaked down each other's throat. Somehow we ended up on the bed with me on my back and Zach on my face,,,,, and he bent over to take my cock in his mouth... Chris told me to start eating out Zach's ass,,,,, and then slid his cock into my ass I had never rimmed a guys ass before, much less one filled with cum. Zach was an amazing cocksucker, then I felt Chris cock enter my ass again, a slow gentle steady fuck with his raw cock. Despite the turn on of getting fucked by my big bro and my first 'train run' on my ass, I hadn't cum yet..... I had been close several times , but this was totaly different, I was in heaven and my mind - my whole body was on overload with too many new sensations to process. Chris could tell I was getting close now and so he pulled Zach off my cock..... "sorry he is mine and I am going to get his load.... I know you are fucking cum whore so if you want more cum, I know where you can get a lot" so suddenly Zack pulled his ass away from my mouth and soon he was his on back and I was sitting on his face while Chris started fucking zach's ass with his cock and my mouth with his tongue... leaving my cock unattended and it was driving me crazy,,, "don't worry... I haven't forgotten my little bros needs" and with that he maneuvered me onto my side..... Zach's tongue still firmly planted deep inside my ass and then Chris swung around so that he and I were both on our sides, with his cock.... coated in Zach's ass juices and who knows how many different loads of come inches from my face, I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his cock as I could.....at the same time as Chris's warm mouth enveloped my cock..... I was in heaven.... a talented tongue eating out my ass, and my "big brothers' cock in my mouth while he gave me the best blow job I had ever had, so I couldn't hold back very long, I soon erupted - filling Chris's mouth with possibly biggest load I had ever shot. We soon came up for air trying to catch our breath, but Zach was not done yet and soon was exploring both my and Chris's body with his talented fingers and mouth, ending with his tongue back up my ass.... my cock was rock hard again.... I had only been rimed once or twice before...by tops who wanted to fuck me and clearly they had not had a clue as to what they were doing, just one of those obligatory "nice things" some tops think they need to do to get a bottom to spread his legs - Zach should give lessons.....while Zach had his tongue up my ass - Chris leaned over and started nibbling on my ear and telling me how hot I was ... how much I turned him on.... when Zach pulled his face out from between my ass cheeks to ask Chris, not me, "Can I fuck him now? his ass tastes so good I want to see what it feels like.... and he did get to fuck me after all"... "you? the biggest bottom in Chicago?" replied Chris...."ya, the idea of fucking a newbie turns me on.... a final welcome to the club of bareback bottoms" "Why not, that would be fun to watch".... and so with that - without asking me.....Zack grabbed me by the ankles and lifted my legs up and slide his cock up my ass. He gave a good fuck, not as good as Chris, but a close second, I heard once that bottoms make great tops because they know what a fuck should feel like for the bottom, they know which spots in your ass need what kind of attention to make you hungry for more, and Zach was certainly a good exhibit for that argument. For most of the fuck he was up on all fours looking down at me - but every so often he would lean down and kiss me, and I could taste my ass and all those different loads of cum on his tongue. and then he would lean over and kiss Chris, the kind of deep kiss that only two people who have a real connection could share. The kind of kiss that almost made me jealous, except that was stupid, this was just a bath house fuck after all. It didn't mean anything, just a hot - Ok a REALLY HOT NSA fuck. When Chris and Zach were not kissing, Chris kept up his patter in my ear, about how much I turned him on, how much he loved to fuck and breed my ass, and how hot it was to see what a whore his little brother was - taking any raw dick that was presented, getting bred by all of those other guys, especially now, getting bred by the big raw dick from the biggest bareback bottom in Chicogo. A hot masculine guy taking raw twink dick. Each time Chris or Zack mentioned "raw". "Bareback", or "breeding" part of my brain screamed at me to stop this, that this was wrong, it was stupid, Hadn't I been paying attention in Health Class? Sure a hot total top like Chris to fuck me raw once was probably safe, but those other guys? and now this twink, the "biggest Bare Back bottom in Chicogo? But at the same time that my brain was telling me to "stop" by cock would twitch and leak a little more precum. With each one of those words, "Raw", "Bareback", "Breeding" my hole would become a little more hungry for cock.... even though my ass was getting a bit sore from all the cock I had taken, I didn't want it to stop, while one part of my brain was saying "stop this" the entire rest of my body, and that deep primal part of the brain was screaming "More!" "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!!!.... So fucking good.... fuck, such a sweet FUUUCKING assss" Zack was chanting now with each thrust of of cock into my welcoming hole, constantly changing his rhythm. fast hard thrusts and then just as I knew he was getting close he would slow down, meanwhile Chris was chewing on my earlobe (how did he know that drove me crazy) and the fingers of his right hand were twisting hard on my nipple. Zack's breathing and thrusts were becoming more jagged now, his eyes were clenched shut, his shoulders arched back as with one last hard thrust of his cock into my ass "FUUUCCKKNG take my pa.........take my load you fu............" just then Chris bit down hard on my earlobe and his fingers nearly twisted off my nipple and I screamed out as I felt another load erupt out of my cock and Chris collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me. "you are so fucking amazingly beautiful when you are getting fucked" whispered Chris in my ear as Zach and I tried to catch our breath. "well now you can really call yourself a real bottom" Chris told me, "and you should feel honored.... you are one of the few guys Zach has ever fucked, which is too bad as he knows what he is doing and has a great cock..... damn it is hot watching you submitting to such a total bareback bottom bitch like Zach...... And" (he said with an evil grin) "I bet all the guys in the hall who were listening enjoyed it too" Zach kind of giggled "Ya, sorry, I guess I did get a little noisy, sorry about that, but what can I say.... (looking at Chris) you have an eye for great talented, and I couldn't help myself, I had to see what newbie ass felt like, and (looking at me) it felt Amazing!!, thanks for letting me sample it, even if now I think I may have some real compitition for the title of best fuck in town" he said giving me one more quick kiss. "And now" he said getting up "I hate to be rude and fuck and run, but I have to be in the office bright and early tomorrow" "Tomorrow?, tomorrow is Saturday, what is that Scrooge making you do now?" "Oh he is not that bad, most of the time at least, the meetings next week are just really important and he is still working on his presentation, and I don't mind, I am one of the better paid admins in the company - if not the city, and he is generous with the comp time, for you know, Dr. appointments and such...." he said trailing off "Well," he said changing the topic "see you later sweetie" he said leaning down and giving Chris a quick peck on the lips "and you" giving me a slightly longer kiss "it was great meeting you....?..um..."(he smiled a shy awkward smile) "...OK, so this is one of those awkward bath house moments, when you have to admit you don't know the name of the guy you just fucked" "Josh" I said with my own smile. "Well" he said leaning over and giving me another longer kiss "very nice to meet you Josh, I hope we get to meet again, are you new to town? I havent seen you around before?" "Nope, just in town for the weekend and then a few days of business, so don't worry, you will have your undesputed title back by Thursday" I said grining Josh grined back at me, "Well I really do have to go" he said wrapping his towel around his narrow waist. "I hope we meet again before you go" At the door he stoped, turned and looked at Chris and me side by side, naked on the bed, "Damn" he said, "you two really do look like brothers" and with that he was out the door. ---- to be continued.

Yup being poz is not all it's cracked up to be. Remembering to take meds on time every day is a real bitch. Keeping a look out for any opportunistic infections. Another bitch is having to disclose my status every time then deal with a potential freak out and being made feel less than dirt. Seeing the look of horror on dentists faces alone should make you bug chasers think again. To guys wanting to convert, I say fuckin stop and think again. Understand the full repercussions of the decision to go poz. It's not to be snifed at.