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This is based in part on an actual experience. 1992 You may not know a lot about yourself, (as I don't), but you probably know about your ability to trust. If you grew up in an idyllic small town like I did, you were set up to ultimately have your trust betrayed. I was one of those kids who could go to the park by myself and accept cookies from kindly, old neighbor ladies without a worry. I flourished in that safe environment, then I grew up and went away to school in a big city and got harsh lessons about people: they lie and cheat. Looking back at my early years, I recall a time when I thought adults never lied -- only kids. I got a degree and landed in a pretty big city with a decent job. I was still pretty much a hayseed with no real life experience. I didn't admit to myself that I was gay until the age of 25, but that's all I could do. I lived in an area with a lot of gay bars. They were pretty easy to spot by even the biggest novice. No way could I imagine myself going into one of them. I imagined orgies and chains and leather and could not picture myself going in. Problem was -- I was horny as hell. Late puberty, maybe? But I was ready to go and finally lose my virginity...somehow. There was one of those alternative newspapers around at the time, and it had pages and pages of "men seeking men" classified ads. I pored over each one and even circled a few, but then what? I couldn't see myself actually contacting any of the guys. It would be easier for me to compose an ad and see if anyone would approach me. I did a lot of thinking and writing and rewriting, and came-up with this advertisement. GWM, 25, 5'11", 170. New to everything. I seek a masculine man who enjoys "Kids in the Hall", zombie movies, pinball, talking -- and is not into the whole gay scene. I'm closeted and discreet. The as was published a week later. I didn't go near my phone for days and let my answering machine do all the work. After three days, my machine was full. I rarely drank, but had to have a few beers as I listened to all of them. As shallow as it sounds, I judged first by the voice. If the guy sounded really gay, I'd delete the message. And then I narrowed it down by age and stats. After the week was over, I had a list of exactly three guys who I ranked 1,2,3. The first two guys were both busts. They'd either lied about their age, height, weight or all the above. It was awkward and horrible. The third was the last chance. His voice was deep and manly, and as it turned-out he was a bit shorter than me. He seemed kind of bland, though. We met up at a straight bar where they had awesome burgers and pinball machines. I didn't even dress up, really. I wore a black sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans that were probably a size too small -- but they made my butt look nice. We talked on the phone about an hour ahead and I told me what I'd be wearing. He wasn't sure what he'd be wearing yet, but said he's know me for sure -- especially if I was at a pinball machine. Okay. I got to the bar a bit earlier than the hour on which we had agreed. The bar was more or less empty, except for a softball team celebrating a victory. Getting myself a beer, I parked myself at a pinball game I'd always loved. I was deep into the beer and well on my way to the high score, when I heard a familiar deep voice right behind me. "Tommy?" I let the game ball drop between the flippers and turned around where I found my date, Joe. He hadn't lied about himself at all. He was about 6'1", solid, and blonde. I 've never had a thing for blondes -- give me a dark, swarthy Latin anytime, but he was decently handsome, and we shook hands. "Awfully tight jeans you're wearing, Tommy. Lucky for you I'm a butt man." I didn't have a response to that, so I gave a smile and suggested we sit at an empty table and get him a beer. It wasn't too long after we sat own that he starting with the small talk. We both talked about how weird we felt. "Is the first personal ad you've answered, Joe?" '"Not hardly. You're like my tenth. What about you?" "You're my third one. The first two were not good." "I decided this one would be my last. You're actually cute, which is a big surprise. Most of the others were some form of sea creature, I swear." I thanked him for the compliment and told I likewise thought he was handsome. We drank more beer and chatted about various things. He ordered a shot with each beer and got drunker than I was. "I'll tell you now -- I'm divorced. I was married once and we almost had a kid, but she decided to get it aborted. I also shave my balls." I don't know where this tidal wave of confession was coming from, but I didn't say a word. "Probably the biggest thing you need to know is that I'm HIV positive. You can run right now if you want. I'll pay the tab." I stayed in my chair, stunned and confused. "H-How long?" "About a year. A couple of buddies of mine wanted to make a video of us fucking. I have a pretty big dick and they thought it would get them into the business. We all did a bunch of coke and fucked each other. A month later, I tested positive. What are you thinking?" "I'm sorry. It must be awful." "Not at all. I mean, I feel stupid for agreeing to it, but I feel fine. I'm just lonely." We sat, sipping our drinks. "Want to go somewhere else?" I asked. "Yeah. Your place. That Okay?" Well, we ended up having sex that night because he promised it would be safe. He would pull out before he came, which sounded sensible (at the time). He really did have a big dick and I couldn't wait to get my lips on it. I blew him while he lied on his back, moaning and thrusting his hips upward. "I can't wear a condom. Latex allergy. But I swear I won't cum inside you. You ever done this before?" "No." "Well, this won't go too easy, but let's give it a try." We tried. No way could I take it. The pain was too much. The next night we met at his place. No time was wasted on drinks or small talk, he just pulled me to the bedroom and we stripped. He'd purchased some lube and started greasing up his big red hard-on. "On your back or on your stomach. Your choice." I wanted to be on my back so I could look at his face while he fucked. Then maybe I could tell if he was getting close and alert him to pull out. It began. Slowly, but I could feel the impatience in his hips. He kept pushing and sweating and groaning. Yes, it hurt, but I wasn't going to chicken-out a second time, so I relaxed as much as I could distracted myself by watching his grimacing face. His eyes were squeezed tight, and suddenly I felt good down there. I was even hard. I didn't want this feeling to ever end. His hips were moving faster and faster. I knew by the pacing and his face that he was ready to shoot. "I gotta pull out now, Tommy." But I wouldn't let him. I reached around and held his round butt tight. "No. Keep going!" "I can't....wait. I'm shooting in you now!!!" And then were still and silent. "You're a fucking idiot, sweetheart." He lowered himself back onto the bed and rested. I needed the bathroom badly. I'd suddenly regretted what had happened and wondered if I could squeeze it back out of me into the toilet. Nope. There were a few obscene swirls of blood, but no semen. Once I was done, I opened up his medicine cabinet and saw a whole line of prescriptions. I didn't recognize most of the names. "Come back to bed!" I did. He was apparently exhausted as he almost immediately fell asleep, while I found myself staring at the ceiling as I replayed the experience in my memory. The thing about trust is you never consider that the one person you really shouldn't trust is yourself. Your judgement is all you have. I betrayed it.

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

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.

Where was I the day that memo went out? And how come nobody told me when I got back?? Using the internet as a hook up devise was supposed to make the act thereof a lot more easier. But it does not. It was supposed to Where was I the day that memo went out? And how come nobody told me when I got back?? Using the internet as a hook up devise was supposed to make the act thereof a lot more easier. But it does not. It was supposed to make it more convenient. But it does not. Right now, at this very moment I"m supposed to have more dick coming (...insert that joke here..) my way than I can handle. I should have a couple of dicks for every orifice, four dicks on deck, plus a line of dicks that trails out of my house and then down the block. But I do not. Instead, I have carpel tunnel syndrome, a boner and not one goddamn STD! So what gives?? Given the fact that there are multiple sites dedicated to this very thing was enough to make me believe it was easier. There are a multiple sites for a multitude of interests. There are sites for bare backing, sites for polys, sites for long term monogamous (...said quickly under a cough "doesn't exist!!") relationship hook ups...hell there are even still sites dedicated to just hooking up with no flavor at all. Yeah, I'm taking to you Adam4Adam. But it seems that the more specialized you get, the harder it becomes, and that within itself is counterintuitive. You would think that as you get closer and closer to those who share your interests, you eliminate those who aren't and that would be easier. But it does not. I remember a time when the only real guarantee of a possible hook up was on Friday and Saturday nights at this thing called a bar. Thats a place where old people used to go drink. At these given times it would be especially crowded and boys were cruisin' everywhere. And unless, god forbid, there was a drag show ("..that bitch really thinks she looks like Madonna...") you were getting laid. Plus it all happened in real time. I thought with the internet it would be happy hour 24 hours a day. But its not. You literally have a hook up life line thrown out against the winds every hour of everyday. I should have a dick an hour. But I don't. Don't even do the math adding a smartphone into the equation.....anytime, anywhere....they got an app for that. Using GPS technology, we even know exactly where they are when its hook up time (...but his profile says he is a bottom who hates kittens, so its not gonna work... ) Why? Is it because we're able to hide behind these screens and thusly become monsters. We reduce ourselves to our own lowest common denominator....a screen name (nightdepositbox13) and a profile pic. I've been lied to. I've been ghosted, which is nothing at all like what Patrick Swayze did to Demi Moore...not even close. I've been shamed. I swear on the life of Bette Midler this happened. I had been playing e-mail tag with a boy for a few days and finally the stars aligned and we were able to make a date. I did the three Ss (shit, shower, shave) and got dressed. I texted him, per his request, that I was about to leave. He replied suggesting we trade pics which was cool with me, I have no reason to worry. I hate it when people act conceited, so let me say it like this...I'm not ugly, far from it...I know this and don't dwell on it and I'm grateful, so thank you universe. Besides, I'm a gay man..I would know if I was ugly! The millisecond I hit send he replied 'No offense but don't come, its not you, you're attractive, no chemistry" which obviously reads "Be offended and don't come, its you, you're ugly, no chemistry". Which by the way, just in case he even comes remotely close to reading this let me say this "Just for the record...Honey, it was I who were swapping down, not you, it was I, and just so you know, and just so your children know....that was the night the lights went out—", ok never mind, you get it. I know that I can not take something like that personally. I don't know his life. Maybe his boyfriend showed up unexpectedly and he just needed to shut me down. Maybe the third in his polyamorous triad just tested positive....with pregnancy and he needed me to just go away. Or maybe he just didn't like the way my face was shaped. But its not just him. Its the way its all structured that does my head in. Someone will be online not looking and not able to host, but the next time they will offline looking and able to host (?), or they've changed from a top to a bottom not looking to host a host thats looking to not look. Its to much!! Then there is always the mother fucker who messages you, you message back, they message you, you message back, then they cease to exist in the known universe. Thats always fun and cool. I suppose the long list of shitty ways to treat other could go on and on… If I’m dissecting this frog correctly, I must dissect the whole frog….so maybe its me. After all, I am the least common denominator in all this. I’m the constant. I’m the one and only person who is present during all transactions. Is it the way I carry my "digital self" (thats not a sex toy, btw, but I wish that it were..)? Am I offensive, am I to aloof, am I to eager? I don't fucking know. Maybe I just have shitty luck? Maybe its just the way things are right now. Maybe its about to change? Maybe, maybe, maybe....I've had it up to here (points at sky) with the maybes. I know one thing for certain. If people would be nice and genuine as they would be if other people were in the same room, I wouldn't be sitting here having to bitch about it...I'd be somewhere with a nice 10 inch dick up my ass and a smile on my face. I also know people who hook up online all the time, so its not impossible. I know its happening. My partner and I opened our 8 year relationship up five months ago. We had talked about it since day one as we both don’t believe in monogamy and well…it was just time. Unbeknownst to me, our relationship had already been opened, but only on one end, on several occasions. And while yes, I do wish I could have been included in the memo and been allowed the same liberties he had, I couldn’t hold it against him for something I understood. I was not losing my best friend, best lover, and only but still the best fiancé I’ve ever had over this. So I made the decision for us that this time we were opening it up. It was a natural step designed to follow a natural progression while at the same time helping to keep us more honest and open. And its been beautiful. We’ve grown closer. Our personal sex life has grown exponentially and we’ve shared a few hot times. He has no problem hooking up at all. At our local cruise bar he will have caught three dicks by the time I’ve made three loops through the bar. He is amazing. And he scores online too, but even he admits that its not as easy as it should be. (But he still scores!) So since our local bathhouse is now closed and hanging out in bars is not appealing at all, that leaves me right back where I started. The fucking internet. Not using it means removing even the chance of hooking up, and thats a sucky option. If its truly the way I interact with people then I need to figure out what it is. I have an idea. Lets say that no matter what I’m asked my answer will always be “Can I cum in your mouth?”. You can’t mistake that for anything other than it is. Even if I’m asked “Are you available tonight?” I’ll reply “Can I come in your mouth?”. “What do you get into?”, “Can I come in your mouth?”. “Wanna have a threesome?”, “Can I come in your mouth“. I think this might work. Besides, it makes about as much sense as anything else! make it more convenient. But it does not. Right now, at this very moment I"m supposed to have more dick coming (...insert that joke here..) my way than I can handle. I should have a couple of dicks for every orifice, four dicks on deck, plus a line of dicks that trails out of my house and then down the block. But I do not. Instead, I have carpel tunnel syndrome, a boner and not one goddamn STD! So what gives?? Given the fact that there are multiple sites dedicated to this very thing was enough to make me believe it was easier. There are a multiple sites for a multitude of interests. There are sites for bare backing, sites for polys, sites for long term monogamous (...said quickly under a cough "doesn't exist!!") relationship hook ups...hell there are even still sites dedicated to just hooking up with no flavor at all. Yeah, I'm taking to you Adam4Adam. But it seems that the more specialized you get, the harder it becomes, and that within itself is counterintuitive. You would think that as you get closer and closer to those who share your interests, you eliminate those who aren't and that would be easier. But it does not. I remember a time when the only real guarantee of a possible hook up was on Friday and Saturday nights at this thing called a bar. Thats a place where old people used to go drink. At these given times it would be especially crowded and boys were cruisin' everywhere. And unless, god forbid, there was a drag show ("..that bitch really thinks she looks like Madonna...") you were getting laid. Plus it all happened in real time. I thought with the internet it would be happy hour 24 hours a day. But its not. You literally have a hook up life line thrown out against the winds every hour of everyday. I should have a dick an hour. But I don't. Don't even do the math adding a smartphone into the equation.....anytime, anywhere....they got an app for that. Using GPS technology, we even know exactly where they are when its hook up time (...but his profile says he is a bottom who hates kittens, so its not gonna work... ) Why? Is it because we're able to hide behind these screens and thusly become monsters. We reduce ourselves to our own lowest common denominator....a screen name (nightdepositbox13) and a profile pic. I've been lied to. I've been ghosted, which is nothing at all like what Patrick Swayze did to Demi Moore...not even close. I've been shamed. I swear on the life of Bette Midler this happened. I had been playing e-mail tag with a boy for a few days and finally the stars aligned and we were able to make a date. I did the three Ss (shit, shower, shave) and got dressed. I texted him, per his request, that I was about to leave. He replied suggesting we trade pics which was cool with me, I have no reason to worry. I hate it when people act conceited, so let me say it like this...I'm not ugly, far from it...I know this and don't dwell on it and I'm grateful, so thank you universe. Besides, I'm a gay man..I would know if I was ugly! The millisecond I hit send he replied 'No offense but don't come, its not you, you're attractive, no chemistry" which obviously reads "Be offended and don't come, its you, you're ugly, no chemistry". Which by the way, just in case he even comes remotely close to reading this let me say this "Just for the record...Honey, it was I who were swapping down, not you, it was I, and just so you know, and just so your children know....that was the night the lights went out—", ok never mind, you get it. I know that I can not take something like that personally. I don't know his life. Maybe his boyfriend showed up unexpectedly and he just needed to shut me down. Maybe the third in his polyamorous triad just tested positive....with pregnancy and he needed me to just go away. Or maybe he just didn't like the way my face was shaped. But its not just him. Its the way its all structured that does my head in. Someone will be online not looking and not able to host, but the next time they will offline looking and able to host (?), or they've changed from a top to a bottom not looking to host a host thats looking to not look. Its to much!! Then there is always the mother fucker who messages you, you message back, they message you, you message back, then they cease to exist in the known universe. Thats always fun and cool. I suppose the long list of shitty ways to treat other could go on and on… If I’m dissecting this frog correctly, I must dissect the whole frog….so maybe its me. After all, I am the least common denominator in all this. I’m the constant. I’m the one and only person who is present during all transactions. Is it the way I carry my "digital self" (thats not a sex toy, btw, but I wish that it were..)? Am I offensive, am I to aloof, am I to eager? I don't fucking know. Maybe I just have shitty luck? Maybe its just the way things are right now. Maybe its about to change? Maybe, maybe, maybe....I've had it up to here (points at sky) with the maybes. I know one thing for certain. If people would be nice and genuine as they would be if other people were in the same room, I wouldn't be sitting here having to bitch about it...I'd be somewhere with a nice 10 inch dick up my ass and a smile on my face. I also know people who hook up online all the time, so its not impossible. I know its happening. My partner and I opened our 8 year relationship up five months ago. We had talked about it since day one as we both don’t believe in monogamy and well…it was just time. Unbeknownst to me, our relationship had already been opened, but only on one end, on several occasions. And while yes, I do wish I could have been included in the memo and been allowed the same liberties he had, I couldn’t hold it against him for something I understood. I was not losing my best friend, best lover, and only but still the best fiancé I’ve ever had over this. So I made the decision for us that this time we were opening it up. It was a natural step designed to follow a natural progression while at the same time helping to keep us more honest and open. And its been beautiful. We’ve grown closer. Our personal sex life has grown exponentially and we’ve shared a few hot times. He has no problem hooking up at all. At our local cruise bar he will have caught three dicks by the time I’ve made three loops through the bar. He is amazing. And he scores online too, but even he admits that its not as easy as it should be. (But he still scores!) So since our local bathhouse is now closed and hanging out in bars is not appealing at all, that leaves me right back where I started. The fucking internet. Not using it means removing even the chance of hooking up, and thats a sucky option. If its truly the way I interact with people then I need to figure out what it is. I have an idea. Lets say that no matter what I’m asked my answer will always be “Can I cum in your mouth?”. You can’t mistake that for anything other than it is. Even if I’m asked “Are you available tonight?” I’ll reply “Can I come in your mouth?”. “What do you get into?”, “Can I come in your mouth?”. “Wanna have a threesome?”, “Can I come in your mouth“. I think this might work. Besides, it makes about as much sense as anything else!

1985 As an only child, I was dreading college only because I'd be sharing a dorm room with some stranger. I'd never spent the night with somebody else sleeping only a few feet away. This would suck. I moved into the little concrete cell on the 4th floor with just a few boxes and a giant suitcase. I got there first and tried really hard to pick which side I wanted to be on. I decided it made no difference, and just plopped down on he left side. I made the bed and put away my clothes and waited to see who would be walking through the door. Nobody. It had been a long day, a long drive and I finally just stretched on on the bed and took a nap. "HELLO!" I sat up awake and saw my new roommate barging through the door with giant black trash bags full of his stuff. He disappeared and then came back with a giant boom box and a portable TV. He just piled it all in the middle of the floor and stripped down to his underwear. "It's so hot -- even for August". "Yeah", was all I had to add. "I'll clean this all up, but right now I just need to relax a minute". He was lying in his bed and I found myself staring at his almost-naked body. He was super tall and long...with almost no meat on his bones. He had really large feet with the longest toes I'd ever seen. Hid hair was scruffy and but not quite what you'd call "overgrown". I also noticed he had tons of severe scars. He had one scar that went from right below his ear, down his neck and across his chest where it met up with other wicked scars. Weird. There was also a really fat bulge in his jockey briefs which I just had to ignore. This was my roommate, after all. He eventually got up and started organizing his shit. He didn't finish everything, but most of it looked okay. It was orientation week and I figured there was enough time to settle in properly. "I'm Cole, by the way. I'm from Omaha". "I'm Tim. I'm from Topeka," I replied. I thought we'd shake hands, but he was already concentrating on getting dressed and grooming his hair. "It's early, man. I'm going to go cruise the sororities and find some drunken sluts". "Have fun", was all I said. "I always do". And he was gone. I all of the sudden felt homesick -- so I called home. I needed to hear my mom's voice just for a minute or two. She put my dad on the phone, and he asked about the drive and my gas mileage. We started to talk but the noise in the hallway was deafening. What the hell? I told him I'd call back in a few days and hung up. There was a party on my floor. Guys were hooting and laughing -- and it felt like something I should join. There was a keg right there on the carpet and people were pumping out beer into red plastic cups. I'd had exactly three beers in my whole life and gotten really sick, but I was older now. In college. So I started chugging it right along with my new neighbors. I met a few guys and made some decent conversation somehow. After the fourth cup of beer, I realized I was still a novice and should probably go back to my room. I turned off the light and got undressed. Everything was spinning. I was on a wild ride of alcohol and just had to endure it until sleep. The spinning stopped and my stomach settled. "YOU'RE IN BED ALREADY??!!" Cole was back from his adventures. I sat up and adjusted my vision to the light he'd rudely turned on. "How ere the sororities? " "Great! I got blown and and even a hand-job later. I almost passed out. I swear girls will go for any guy as long as he's tall. No offense. (I was what you might call 'short')." "None taken. Cool". "Are you too tired to talk a bit. I don't know much about you. Tim, right?" THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION IS ALMOST VERBATIM: "Well, I'm 18 and on a partial academic scholarship. I want to major in journalism or maybe English". "Wow. So you're smart? Know anything about incest? My dad used to fuck his little brother when he was a kid. And his older brother fucked him at the same time. They all shared the same tiny bedroom and just all fucked all the time". Holy shit! I was hearing this. "He told you all this?" "Yeah. He was a big drunk and used to keep me up all night talking and crying". I silently hoped he was an only child, but then he added "I think he might have fucked my little sister, or tried to. Can't blame him, really. She had huge tits at age 12. I probably would have tried to get a piece of her, but she bugged the shit out of me. She turned out to be a whore anyway". "Did your dad give you all those scars?" "Nah. I was in a car accident last year...a bad one. I was on the operating table for almost ten hours. You'd think I would have had one of them 'near death experiences' but I don't remember any. The good thing is they saved my life.....the bad thing is that I got HIV from the blood transfusion". I was shocked. I didn't know much about the disease, but I knew it was a big deal. "I'm sorry", was all I could say. "It's OK. I just have the HIV, but I don't have AIDS or anything. I'm fine". And then he turned off the light, stripped and went to bed. We said a few more things, but sleep was overtaking him and he started snoring. I, however, stayed awake for two hours. At least. Over the next few weeks we went through classes and homework and developed a routine. Sort of. He didn't seem all that interested in school. He wanted to go out all night and cruise for pussy, and then, during the daytime he'd lie in bed and beat off to his huge collection of porn magazines. He never even tried to hide it. I saw his enormous hard-on so many times that first month. I liked looking at it, but I never once watched him ejaculate. That seemed too intimate. He always wanted to talk (once his dick got too sore to stroke any longer, I guess). I'd talk about my classes and how nervous I was about midterms, but all he ever really wanted to discuss was fucking. "I almost got laid the other night by this chick at Chi Omega, but she got freaked out by my scars...and my big dick, I guess. I think I'm starting to get bad reputation around here". "Why?" "I don't know, man. I guess I told my operation story too much. Or maybe it's because I'm ugly. Look at me -- if you were a girl, would you let me fuck you?" "Yes", I said way too fast. He sat and thought for a minute. "Good to know. Thanks". I'll cut to the chase here: He ended up asking me if I'd let him screw me in the butt. I agreed only because he didn't have AIDS after all...only HIV. As desperate as he was to get off, he had a lot of conditions for this event. I had to lay down on my stomach with my face in a pillow. Also, I couldn't talk or make any sounds. He didn't want to hear a guy's voice. I of course signed off on all of this. But then nothing happened. Not for days and days. And then one late night I had fallen asleep reading my history book with just a tiny lamp over head. Cole walked into our room looking dejected. I dropped my book and turned over on my stomach. Did he even notice I was still awake? Would he do it tonight? My face was in the pillow, but I turned a bit to see him take off his clothes and grab the giant bottle of lotion he used to masturbate with. I expected him to turn off my lamp so he could pretend he wasn't with a guy, but he left it on. And then he silently climbed on my back. "You have no hair back here. I like it". Then I heard the lotion bottle's pump. He was lubing up his penis. And then a thick finger started pushing some of the liquid into my ass. I'd forgotten how big his hands were, It hurt, but I didn't make a sound. This was it. Wow. It was really about to happen. My first sex. I was all excited until that fat head started to push in. I wanted to cry out, but buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Holy fucking shit -- it's so tight." "You're a goddamn virgin. I'll go as slow as I can, OK?" He inched his way into my gut, and I probably whimpered a bit. "Fuck, I'm all the way in. Most girls can't take it this far. I'm close". He started pumping away and I have to admit it felt really nice. Part of my pleasure came from knowing I was with a man I genuinely liked. Or loved. He was quickly moving toward a climax...and then he was there. I thought I'd feel his sperm shoot through me, but I didn't. He stayed still on my back for a minute. And then he stood up. "You can turn over now, Tim." I did. And I saw his full, naked, scarred frame towering over me. I reached out and touched his hip and said "Thank you, Cole." He seemed confused and a little lost. "Can I sleep next to you tonight? No rules. You can talk". I moved over as he moved against me. Surprisingly, he was into cuddling and nuzzling. It dawned on me that he had never had any real affection. We embraced and a drifted off to sleep. That began a long month of the us having sex almost every night. His rules changed. He didn't mind fucking me face to face anymore. And he let me kneel between his legs and suck him off. I even got the chance to massage his big feet and put his toes in my mouth. We kept it up until semester break when he announced that he'd flunked out and was moving back to Omaha. I barely had time to process this change when he suddenly disappeared. I didn't have a photo of him or a phone number. But what I DID have was his virus inside of my body forever. "

I was in London a few days ago and very horny to get fucked. I had posted on BBRT and on Craigslist. I received numerous hits, but they all seemed to be flakes: several of the guys were 'no shows', and the balance would want to chat and swap pics, but then dropped the conversation. London seems to have an overabundance of game players when it comes to online cruising. But then I began to chat with a guy who answered my Craigslist ad. He said he lived just a mile from my hotel and wanted to come over. I had not seen any pics of him, but his self description sounded nice. He said he was in his mid 50's, a very athletic and fit body, covered in thick, black/grey hair, large/thick cock that got and stayed rock hard. He told me that he wanted to get sucked and rimmed. And that if the chemistry was right, he'd fuck me, but he'd only fuck me if covered. Normally I would turn down getting fucked by a guy wearing a condom, but on this occasion I was getting desperate to get fucked, and, as everything else he said about himself sounded great, I invited him over. Within about 35 minutes, he was knocking on my hotel room door. I opened the door to find a very attractive Middle Eastern man standing there. I invited him inside. "Are you okay with how I look?" he asked? "Fuck, yeah," I replied. We both began to undress. Then he stood before me in just his undershirt, briefs and socks. I stepped up to him and rubbed his chest and his already hard cock through his white briefs. Then I dropped to my knees and put my mouth on the bulge in his shorts. I chewed on it for a moment, then pulled his waistband over his hard cock and took his thick cock head into my mouth. I worked his cock as I pulled his briefs down and helped him step out of them. Next he pulled his undershirt up and over his head. I looked up to see his very sexy, hairy chest above me as I made love to his now rock hard cock. He sat on the edge of the bed and I continued to suck on his very large and thick cock. My tongue slid into his large piss hole in his mushroomed sized cockhead. Then I licked up and down the underside of his cock, working my way down to his balls, on which I licked and sucked. He moaned as I did this. I then licked under his balls and he moaned even louder. Then I lifted his legs a bit. He got the hint and pulled his legs up to his chest as I began to lick and eat his very hairy asshole. I spread his hole and got my tongue deep up inside his tight hole. I lapped my tongue across his hole and he was groaning with pleasure. Then he flipped over onto his knees and climbed up further onto the bed. I took some deep sniffs of my poppers and pressed my face into his hairy ass and again ate his hairy hole. I came up for air, "Wanna fuck me?" I asked? "Not yet. Keep eating my hole," he answered. I continued to eat his hole, then he flipped back onto his back and I went back to sucking his cock. I couldn't believe how large and hard his cock was for a man his age. The hardness was like a kid in his 20's, not a guy in his late 50's. Whether is was from a little, blue pill or not, I could care less. I was loving this rock, solid cock in my mouth. Finally, he reached for my ass and fingered my hole a bit. "Okay, I want your ass," he remarked. I got off the bed and grabbed my lube, took care of my hole and then presented the bottle to him, knowing he had said he had said he would only fuck with a condom, but I didn't offer him one. I had a few in the drawer. But would only pull one out if he insisted. I climbed back onto the bed and put my ass up towards him. I was expecting him to ask for a condom, but he never did. He lubed his cock and put his hard cock head up to my hole. I started to sniff the poppers deeply, as I felt him begin to press into me. "Take it slow, please," I asked. The thickness and hardness of his large cock would take a little time, however, soon he was balls deep in me and began to pump in and out of me with some speed and power. He was soon slamming into me, making a loud slapping sound as his pelvis slammed against my ass. He had grabbed my shoulders and was ramming up into me. I had to take some more popper sniffs, but it was feeling great. "You like my dick?", he asked. "Fuck, YEAH," I answered. His cock was rubbing against my prostate and I was in bottom/pig heaven. Bam! Bam! Bam! His cock was ramming into me. Then he reached under me and pinched my nipples as he fucked me. That really gets me going. I was soon cumming myself as he fucked me and pinched my nipples. When I began to cum, that set him off. Now, he was groaning, growling and grunting as he filled my ass with his load. I was squeezing my ass on his thick cock as it throbbed in my ass. He continued to thrust into me for quite some time as he emptied every drop of his seed into me. Finally he pulled out of me in a quick withdrawal and then jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off his dick. I dressed as I heard the water in the sink running. He came out. His now soft cock, still thick and long hanging down between his legs. He dressed in silence then said, "You've got my email address. Let me know when you're back. I'm married and it's sometimes difficult to get away. But I'll fuck you anytime I can," he remarked as he left my room.

i know exactly what you're going through. it sucks to be a grown man in a world taken over by children and their toys. I'm 51 and sane in a town where everyone else is 21 and psycho. hookup apps have made potential meetings easier. and that has spoiled a lot of guys. the anonymity has also made boorish behavior safer. the overabundance of options can bring out the worst. instead of being happy and proud that there are so many of us out there, it has given rise to the ability to immediately cross people off the list for any reason, or for none. back in my day, all a gay man needed for success was big blue eyes, cocksucker cheekbones and a black turtleneck sweater. fortunately, I had all three. also I'm freakishly overendowed and had a traffic-stopping backside, but that's another story for another time. you're in New Orleans. if it's anything like it was when I lived there, there's sleaze aplenty when you want it. also a vibrant adult gay culture, and plenty of ways for grown folk to meet. my advice? put down the phone and venture outside. grab a po' at the Nellie Deli, sit in the park and enjoy the view. then maybe volunteer at a charity, join a book club, cruise the aisles at the hardware store, or do any of the things gay men used to do to meet other gay men back in the day before this accursed interweb ruined sex.

Strongbow, I'm not sure. You'll have to bend over! LOL! I fucked so many boycunts. Love every minute of it!

(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.

Threesome can work - but you need 1 bottom and 2 tops, that's only the only way.

Part 2 As I left the building, I still couldn't believe I've just been fucked by such a stud. I've only been in Cairo for 2 days and I've now allowed a total stranger to cum inside me... gosh I'm turning into a total slut. I decided to go back to the cafe where I met Hassan so that I could chill and relax and finally finish that book that I was reading, as I walked I could feel that my pussy was still wet and that I was starting to leak cum, gosh... Hassan must have but a lot inside me. The wetness and the leaking made me feel hot and I couldn't really concentrate as I was walking coz all I could think about was Hassan's huge cock and how he came inside me. I was becoming hornier so I decided to skip the cafe and go to a bar in a nearby hotel, hoping that I'd picked up by some hot stud, It was still kind of early, a little past 6 so there were only a few people in the bar, I ordered a Martini and took my time, watching as the bar got a little bit more crowded. As I finished my drink, I decided to order another one and that's when I noticed that the bartender was incredibly hot and gorgeous. He had this strong jaw line, amazing eyes and even if his fully clothed I could sense that he was trimmed and well built. As he served me my 2nd Martini, I decided to chat with him, that's how I met Abdul, he is 24 years old, 5'9 and has been working in the hotel for almost a year now. As Abdul went to take the order of another client, this hot 30 year old something sat beside me. He had a short hair, a well trimmed beard, very white teeth and had amazing bronze skin. From the looks of it he seemed to be from the Middle East but did not seem to be local. As I looked at him, he just smiled at me and gave me a wink, to which I smiled back, blushing. The guy introduced himself as Rashid, he's Jordanian and was just in the city for a few days for work. Rashid and I talked, exchanging sexy looks every now and then, I could tell he was horny and I think he could tell that I was too... within a few minutes I felt Rashid put his hands on my thigh and it went higher and higher by the minute, until it was near my crotch. Good thing no one noticed as the lighting was very mellow, Rashid asked me if I wanted to accompany him to his room, to which I said "Yes". As Rashid and I left I looked back at the bar and saw Abdul, he smiled, I smiled back and gave him a wink. As we entered Rashid's room, I noticed that it was pretty big and nice, seems like this guy's working for a big time company. As Rashid closed the door, he didn't waste any time and started kissing me and caressing by breasts. He cupped my breasts and fondled it as he was kissing me and kissing my neck. I started to unbutton his shirt and I caressed his slightly hairy chest and enjoyed his well defined pecs. We then got to his bed and I decided to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, I could see a huge bulge forming on his boxers, I fondled it from the outside as we continued to kiss, he started having lots of pre cum forming a wet mark on his boxers and I just couldn't resist, I removed his underwear and there it was, a clean shaven 7 inch cut piece of meat. It wasn't as big as Hassan's but still big nonetheless, gosh these Arab guys sure pack a lot. I sucked on the head of his cock and played with his balls... gosh his salty pre cum made me really horny. As Rashid was removing my underwear, I was now sucking him up to the base of his penis, tongue, spit and all... we was moaning and started saying that I sucked better than his wife (and I was like in my head, what!? I'm now sucking a married dude?!) well a dick is a dick and I am already sucking him, I couldn't care any less if he was married or not, so I continued to suck his cock, he then put his hands on my head and started to be more aggressive as he skull fucked me, I started to gag but he didn't stop, I was spitting all over his cock and tears were forming around my eyes... as I got the chance to breathe, Rashid repositioned ourselves and now I was lying on my back and he was on top of me... he started to caress my pussy and played with my wet pussy lips... he put a finger in ... then two ... and started to finger me real fast... the slickness of my pussy must have given it away and Rashid asked if I had just been fucked to which I replied in a fake shy/slutty manner... "yes" he started to laugh while fingering me and said he would have never expected me to be such a slut (and I think I'll take that as a compliment) he asked if it was my bf who fucked me and I said "no, just a random stranger just like you" Rashid smiled and started to finger me harder... I could hear the wet noise my pussy was making as his fingers went in and out of my hole. Rashid then positioned his cock head on my pussy and I asked if he had a condom, he said no since condoms make him lose his erections... he also said that I've already had a stranger cum in me, so what's the point of asking a condom from another stranger. Which to me made sense, seems like I'm going out all slut mode tonight. Rashid then spit on his cock and rubbed it against my pussy... he slowly entered me and gosh I just like it how his penis stretches my vagina. He was slow fucking me while kissing me, it was so sensual and romantic... I could feel every inch of his penis inside me. We were like that for 10 minutes and Rashid then started to fuck me harder... he started to play with my breasts more aggressively and started to twist my nipples... which brought me over the edge as I started to orgasm and then spasms of my pussy must have clamped on Rashid's cock so hard that it made him cum as well... as I was cumming, so was Rashid and I could tell he was a heavy cummer.. I could feel his dick pulse inside my pussy and as we both came out of our orgasms... Rashid stayed inside my pussy and kissed me again... gosh he is such a romantic guy. He then continued on fucking me... (gosh these Arab guys sure are horny) he then fingered me as he was fucking me... my pussy was sloppy all over from my own pussy juice, Rashid's cum, and from what was left of Hassan's cum. It was so slick and it made me feel amazing... I never thought raw, natural, sloppy fucks could be this good. Rashid then asked me to open my mouth and he started spitting on it. I was surprised but the slut in my just swallowed the spit and even played with it as he continued to spit on me as he fucked me... seems like this guy is a kinky romantic hahaha. After a few more minutes... Rashid's rhythm got faster and I could tell he was about to cum again... and then he grunted and moaned so load and there it was ... a huge cum deposit in my pussy. He then slowly pulled out and I did my best to clamp down on my pussy to savor that cum feeling inside me. Rashid then relaxed himself on the bad as I excused myself to the shower. As I was showering, I could feel his cum dripping and leaking from my pussy. God, that guy must have really loaded me up real good. As I got changed and decided to excuse myself from Rashid. He gave me a price of paper with his number on it, told me to keep in touch he also slipped in $200, I was just about to refuse it and then he said, "just accept it, you're the best fuck I've had for years" I just smiled and kissed him. I left his room and as I closed the door, I just leaned back on his door, smiling and thinking what have I gotten myself into?! 2 strangers, 4 loads in a day, and aside from becoming a total slut, I think I'm now turning into a prostitute... hahaha so much for studying, well at least now I'm learning "hands on" *wink. As I got to the hotel lobby, I saw a familiar face from afar, it was Abdul, the bartender, it seemed like he was on break or something, I just smiled at him and he smiled back... gosh these Arab guys are hot as hell.

I got fucked by an Iranian guy (or Persian descent as he called it. His family was connected to the Shah and had to flee during the revolution) in Boston. Met him at the Daddy who whored me out when I was working there (see Whored out in Massachusetts). After he fucked me there he slipped me his phone number when he left. I spent a weekend at his apartment in downtown Boston. Guy was insatiable with what seemed an endless amount of cum in his balls. He even invited a friend over to share my ass on Saturday. Went back to my hotel on Sunday with a sore ass and enough loads to last me a week. Even it was years ago I still remember that weekend vividly.

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”

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 -

Every bug chaser remembers the first time they made that fateful decision to knowingly take a poz load, and I'm no exception. It was quite a few years ago now, back when gay.com was still a good way to meet guys for hookups. I had been chatting with this one guy for quite some time, on and off. I still remember his profile name: Big N8R. His name was (you guessed it) Nate. And Nate had an 8 incher with a PA, so you can pretty much figure out why I kept talking to him. The only wrench? Big N8R was HIV positive. We flirted back and forth whenever we saw each other on, but I could never pull the trigger. I mean, he was definitely cute (rough looking, scruffy goatee, full sleeve tats) and had a big ol' cock, but he was poz and I didn't know if I was ready for that. Plus Nate made it very clear that he was all about fucking bareback and he didn't like to pull out. Well, one night I was online and had basically been cruising to get my ass fucked all day-- no takers. This left me exceedingly horny and exceedingly frustrated. A dangerous combo, as all you bug chasers know. Add to that I'd had a couple beers so... It was about 1 am and I was itching to get fucked. Some morbid fuckers might say I was "dying" for it. Anyway, Nate's online, so you can figure out what happened next: Me: Dude, I'm so horny! I really need dick tonight! Nate: I'd love to help you out, but you know my deal Me: Yeah, I know. And I think I'm ready for it Nate: Um, really? Do you know what you are asking for? Me: I've fantasized about your cock in me for a long time-- I think it's time we fucked. Nate: Ok. Just so we're clear-- I'm Poz. And I fuck bare. And I don't like to pull out. Me: Yeah. Um, if I asked you to pull out-- would you? Nate: well.... for you? Yeah. But I don't make a habit out of it. and I don't think you'll want me to Me: I really want to try this Nate: You sure? point of no return you know.... Me: Yes. And I texted him my address. He was at my door in 15 minutes, and naked beside my bed in one. First off, let me just say I picked a doozy for my first poz experience. Nate was 6'2", decently in shape (like you could almost see a six pack), tattoos everywhere including full sleeves, and that COCK! His pics didn't do it justice. It was every bit 8 inches, slightly arced downward, and one of those that is big to begin with but the middle is even fatter. And at the tip gleamed a huge PA. Turns out he had a 2 gauge in. Holy fuck. Secondly, let me just say I was nervous as fuck. You bug chasers can relate to this. I was standing on the edge of a precipice and just like Nate said-- point of no return. I knew I was about to "knowingly" take an HIV positive load in my ass. From a cock with a PA. The chances of infection would be high. The danger of the situation was intoxicating, but the implications were daunting. My stomach was in chaotic knots while I looked at his stiffening cock. My body was in a war with itself. My ass wanted that cock. My stomach was conflicted. My mind was screaming not to do this as it was too risky. And my cock was thickening at the sight of him. You can guess which side won in the end. Nate said, "You ready?" And I told him I was really nervous about the whole thing. He told me to just relax and that he really would pull out or stop any time if I asked him to. And with that, I dropped to my knees and started trying to suck his cock. I don't like trying to suck cocks with PAs as the metal clinks against my teeth and it's really jarring. So we only did this for awhile as I was very clumsy at it. Plus he didn't need any motivation for the main event as he was already drooling precum. Nate hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me back onto the bed. "You don't need to suck me anymore cuz I'm just here for this sweet ass." He pushed my legs high and dove his tongue into my crack. And damn he knew what he was doing! Within 5 minutes he had be begging for that cock. I was on my back at the edge of my bed (it was a taller bed-- perfect height for a top standing and fucking me while I reclined) and he grabbed the gun oil. He lubed that big cock of his while staring into my eyes. "Last chance," he said. At this point I just grabbed behind my knees and opened my ass for him as a reply. The entry was excruciating. I had only been fucked by a guy with a PA once before, and it was a much smaller gauge. Feeling all that cool metal at my hole made my pucker seize up, and Nate basically had to force his cock inside me. "Fuck you're tight! Just relax, baby. You're gonna need to relax to take the fucking I'm about to throw. Oh, and by the way? It takes me forever to cum." I will say that Nate wasn't really out to hurt me-- at least at the beginning. He worked his cock in slowly (once that head and PA got past my ring) and bottomed out inside and left it there for a minute or two so I could get used to his size. He rocked gently side to side, helping me open up. And little by little, I did. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back inside. I could feel the PA shifting and moving inside me with every slow thrust. In my mind, I knew it was dragging across my intestines, possibly doing damage and putting microtears in the lining where the infection could enter my bloodstream. This made my stomach knot even more, but again, the sexy danger of it all gave me a raging boner which acted as a handle for Nate. "Looks like someone's enjoying this cock," he said with a smirk. "Oh my god! My ass is so FULL! I've never had this much cock in me-- And that PA! I can feel it moving inside me-- it's incredible. Don't stop fucking me, Please?" I begged. That's when Nate knew he had his victim. The more Nate fucked, the more into it I got. The idea of his cock being positive was fading into the background as the intensity of the fuck filled all of my present thoughts. I became a bottom machine on a mission-- to take his cock and load. Before long I was grabbing the edge of the bed and bucking my ass into his cock to force him as deeply into me as he could go. His PA was breaching my second ring at this point and the pleasure/pain was indescribable. You know, that painful punch deep in your guts but once the cock goes inside it's like the gates of heaven open up and choirs of angels are singing. True to his word, it took Nate a long time to cum. He probably fucked me for an hour solid-- and I was almost swallowing my tongue with the pleasure. By the end, he had my ankles in his hands and was completely withdrawing his cock and ramming it all the way back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. The PA just ripping past my sphincter like it was tissue paper. My poor neighbors! I know I was getting loud, but I didn't care. I was speaking in tongues and begging for him to cum. And begging for him to never stop fucking me. And begging for more and harder and deeper and whatever else I could beg for. I remember Nate finally looking down at me and into my eyes, and he got this almost quizzical look on his face... and then he rammed all the way inside me, as deep as he could go and he held it there. He froze in place, body tensed, not breathing. And then I felt the throb. His cock head was throbbing out that poz load deep into my guts-- well up into my abused second ring. Nate just kept looking into my eyes as his cock shot jet after jet of dick poison into me. I found I wasn't breathing or moving either. I was just as frozen as he was-- letting him plant this toxic seed inside my guts. When his orgasm subsided, we finally came back to ourselves. He was still buried in me, and he grabbed my precum leaking cock and he started to jack me off-- slowly. He timed the strokes on my dick with slow, short strokes of his cock in my ass. I was already near the edge, so it only took an agonizing minute before I felt my load boil out of my nuts and shoot all over my belly. He scooped up my neg load and ate it greedily. And then he ever-so-slowly pulled his softening cock out of my clenched hole. The PA was the last to pop out, and it was like my hole didn't want to let it go. We still hadn't spoken a word at this point, and we both crawled up onto my bed and lay side by side. Finally he broke the silence. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah, I think so. Um, you didn't warn me when you were going to cum so I could have had you pull out...." "Would you have asked me to?" he inquired. "No. But if I had, would you have pulled out?" I asked back. "Honestly? No. It would have been like stopping an avalanche." We lay in silence a while longer. Then he got up and began to get dressed. "So that was your first poz load, huh? How are you feeling?" "Ok. A bit conflicted now that its over. But also turned on. And ashamed. And I feel stupid. And exhilarated. Lots of things." "Yeah," he said as he was at the door and ready to go, "Everyone remembers their first charged load."

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

My last gift bearer of the day showed up at about 10 pm last night. He was a bit older than I expected, at about 65 years of age. But he was POZ, willing to fuck bareback, and had a nice uncut 7" cock. What I DIDN'T know was he had incredible stamina. We played around with a blow job for about ten minutes, then I climbed up on my oversized Asian coffee table (aka my fuck bench), put my legs in the air, and let him finger fuck me for a minute or two. When he started fucking me, my ass was tight. But it soon opened up for him. He had great technique, varying the speed, depth, AND angle of his strokes. We fucked for about an hour, and he still didn't cum. I was open for more, so I got off the bench, leaned forward onto it, and let him finger fuck me again. But this time, it wasn't two fingers, it was four. Ten minutes of THAT, and my legs were quivering. I got back on the fuck bench, and got driven for another 40 minutes before he finally came. When he did, it was spectacular! It was thick and clotted like Devonshire cream. He wanted to rim me after that, so who was I to say no. I guess he got half his load back. So did this load count? Anyway, this was one of the best one on one fuck of my life. I came twice from it. I loved it! GO SENIORS!

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doubt means don't. cocks have minds of their own. what goes through your brain when you're horny doesn't define you. I think you have a lot of issues that you've knit together into one big one. to highlight a few of them: 80% straight + 20% gay = bisexual. that might be an easier place to start, especially since it's all theoretical at this point. you can whisper 'I'm bi' to the mirror, and I bet it won't crack. won't whisper behind your back, either. 'fucked in the ass dressed like a sissy bitch' is a conflation as well. many mostly straight guys enjoy anal play. it feels good, and you'll never discover the joy of a prostate-driven orgasm without venturing there. next time you're psycho horny, gently explore the area. lots of lube, gentle stroking, tip of one finger just inside, (stop if you don't like it), one finger deeper, wiggle it around til you find the spot (you'll know when you find it), maybe a second finger, jack til you shoot. if you really like it, artificial cocks of all shapes, sizes, colors and textures are easily available. no one need ever know. erotic cross-dressing is something about which I know nothing. you could, however, buy some cheap panties and heels and see if it's as fun in your room as it is in your head. 'sissy bitch' is a term that some traditionally masculine gays might find offensive. it also might signal internalized homophobia. can't tell you how many tall, muscular, hairy, naturally butch gay men I know have found ecstasy on the end of my cock. and the cocks of other men. if these thoughts only go through your head when you're horny, they could just be fantasies. and there's nothing wrong with that. you don't have to follow through. if you do follow through, be patient and take the time to discover what your body likes. your mind will catch up eventually. the imagined opinions of your friends should be the last thing on your mind. absolutely no importance whatsoever. you don't have to tell them a thing while you're figuring it all out. and once you do know, be in no hurry to share it. some may be okay with it, and some may not. if you do lose them, they probably weren't true friends to begin with. new, improved sissy bitch you will make all kinds of new ones.

Went to a fuck party today. Fucked 3 holes and give away 5 loads.. I love sliding in after a bud seeds the hole first..best lube!

I wonder if Read1 bred me? Or ate my hole? I did have a couple nice Daddy types really enjoy licking out my smooth cum-covered hole. We were both at the same Club 120 party in Toronto on Sunday. It was slightly less busy than last time, but I for sure fucked way more. I literally lost count of how many guys fucked me. 7 I think? Maybe 9? It's hard to tell who was coming back for 2nds or 3rds. I spent the majority of my time upstairs bent over the railing (to the point where I have small bruises on my chest from slamming into it so much). The "gay czech fantasy" fuck-wall was much busier than last time too - it seemed to always have someone there pounding away at one of the exposed holes. I even blew my load in "the wall" at the end of my time there. Can't wait for the weekend after this one. Cumunion the 26th and the Club 120 orgy on the 28th. Going to pig out so hard that weekend.

I get naked before the point.... saves time, easy access...

Hey, thanks! About the moustache: he looks better on his Twitter account

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/1-hole-2-Cocks-and-3-PA-s-2-breeding-loads-21163262 With title like that you know it's good - Maths is such fun...

Each to their own - personally I'm not interested in Bug Chasing...

Nothing I love more than a PA tearing up my hole making sure the tops DNA gets into my blood stream...

This is developing extremely hot. If there would be one thing to criticize, it would be that it's getting a bit too fast. In the beginning, she had just some lovers and you described every single bit in detail, she now has more than a dozen cocks in one session and you are skipping some details - which I totally understand. This is still an awesome story and I'd LOVE you to continue. Just being honest with that tiny little point of criticsism which I hope you don't mind.

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

I went to a local sauna and do so most weeks I tend to go on naked days and although the guys who approach me are much older, I went last week and was watching some hot bare porn and a guy caught my eye. (Shaved head, moustache and tattoos) He walked past me and stroked my arse cheeks as he did and then sat and wanked slowly as he looked at me i couldn't stop myself and called him into a room where he motioned for me to get on the bed and I spread my legs to let him lick my hole I felt a finger go in and scratch me as he opened me and then he sucked and licked my hole. Next thing I knew his dick was inside and he thrust 3 maybe 4 times before announcing 'I've cum' and left me spread and wet As he left me I put my fingers in my hole and felt his load all warm and wet

I've hooked up with my ex three times in the last few days. First on Thursday, again Friday and then Monday night. Yesterday evening was a fairly brief encounter, but horny nonetheless. We agreed to meet up at a pub car park equidistant from where we live. He got in my car and I drove the short distance to a parking lot by the side of a woodland - it can be a cruisy spot at times but usually at the height of summer and predominantly straight couples - but it's a place where we have fucked several times in the past. We walked into the bushes, past some scrub, down into a dip. I was already yanking down his trousers, with my tongue buried in his throat. Spun him round, got to my knees and launched my tongue at his hole. He was loving it. His hole is incredible, totally smooth, he has completely white cheeks against tanned skin - and his ass is so perfectly round. Definitely one of the best I've ever had and I've had a lot!! I stood up and we kissed, he loved licking the taste of his musty/sweaty hole from my lips (I did too!). I began working his hole with my fingers, hard. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of sucking my cock, I wanted to fuck his hole so bad. We both added spit to my cock, I spun him back round, bent him over a little and pushed deep inside. He let out a little yelp and I began to thrust. Like I said, his hole is so perfect I knew I wouldn't last long, but I pounded him hard for a good couple of minutes. Sometimes a good rough, hard fuck is better than holding on. I didn't want to, I wanted to cum inside him and deep. He wanted it too and just before I shot my load he begged for it! I flooded his guts and pulled out, he immediately spun round and swallowed my cock to clean it all up. He stood up and we kissed a bit more. Within a few minutes we were back at my car. I dropped him off at the pub, we went our separate ways. An hour or so later he sent me a whatsapp photo of his boyfriend watching TV and he told me how awesome it felt to be sitting there with my cum in his hole and his bf none the wiser A true slut!

Today I got an unexpected surprise. I was passing through Sheffield in northern England and decided to stop off in the middle of the afternoon, jump on Grindr to see who was about. It sometimes works. Today, nothing seemed doing and I was about to give up and carry on my journey when I got a message from a sexy guy only a kilometre away. We chatted, swapped pics, but then he said he couldn’t accom. Straight after he says ‘what about outdoors?’ So long story short, we meet in a park behind the railway station. It’s on a steep hill with nice views over the city, and happily as he walks up I see that his pictures don’t do him justice. He is much hotter – cuter, less muscular but body tighter, to be precise – in real life. Black hair, 5ft 10 tall, wide brown eyes and a tight body revealed by his T-shirt. I tell him his pics don’t do him justice and he tells me I’m fucking hot. Nice. So we go walking into the wooded area of the park, and just a few metres off the main path we find a little group of trees to duck into. First thing I do – first thing I always do in this situation – is take my shirt off: that always seems to get things going! He’s got his hands on my body, and we’re kissing and then quickly he snaps open my belt, drops down, pulls my cock out and starts to suck me. It’s nice but it’s not really what I want – I should be the one on my knees. So I lift him up, kiss him some more and then drop down on my knees. He’s pulling his trackies open and his cock is in my mouth before he knows it. I suck slow and deep, waiting for the first taste of precum, because I’ve got a plan… After a couple of minutes I get the taste, and I quickly stand up, kiss him and say: ‘do you wanna fuck me?’ Breathlessly he replies ‘yeah!’ I drop back down onto my knees and take his cock really deep down to my throat when suddenly I feel his hands on my head, gripping the back of my skull so he can fuck my throat. His cock is just the perfect size for me to swallow it down but not choke. The precum is coming thick and fast now, and I think I’ve got him in the perfect mood. I stand up, turn around, slip my shorts off down to my ankles, and take the mix of spit and precum in my mouth and use it to lube up my ass. I have no idea if he regularly barebacks, but he’s inside me so fast and suddenly fucking me. I’m gripping the branches of a tree to steady myself and push back, but I take a moment to turn around and tell him: ‘I want you to cum in my ass!’ He nods. ‘Yeah, fuck yeah. Yeah.’ I turn around and start to enjoy the fuck from this cute sweet guy. Now for the first time I see exactly how close we are to the path. Barely five metres, and there are people walking by. It’s the middle of a sunny afternoon: we’re only just hidden from families with kids, scally boys with beer cans, and here we are in the trees fucking like rabbits. It’s kinda funny. The fuck itself is nice and smooth. He grabs my cock with one hand, now rock hard from the fuck, and grips my abs tightly with the other. By the time he’s inside me he’s already pretty close, and he fucks me pretty hard – hard enough to trip my pleasure but not hard enough to hurt. He starts to thrust harder, and automatically I say: ‘cum in me.’ I’m cheering him on. So close. He doesn’t fuck hard but I’ve a feeling this’ll be a big one. Wishful thinking, but actually he doesn’t disappoint. The first thing I feel is a single hot spurt inside me, just as he says, quite loudly ‘oh fuuuucckk!’ (remember there are people close by!) and then as the warm rush hits me with what I assume are subsequent cumspurts, he just folds up onto my back. His thrusts turn to slow, rhythmic pulses as he cums some more, and his body spasms in these really sweet, smooth rhythms. Never seen that before. Nothing jerky, just smooth and slow. He folds his arms round my body meeting at my chest and puts his head on my back, just enjoying what is happening. Meanwhile I reach round and grab his ass – until now I hadn’t realised how tight and fuckable his ass was! – and press him against me. ‘Fuck your cum into me’ I whisper, and he does for a bit, before slowly pulling out. It’s perhaps as if he knows I want to keep that cum inside me. And then it’s all over. It’s been no more than 10 minutes, but we have to wait for a quiet moment on the path before coming back out. We get seen anyway. By this point, I’m feeling waves of jizzjoy, and sensing that he unloaded quite a lot of cum inside me. We say our goodbyes. What an unexpected surprise! Within 10 minutes more, I’m on my train home. Feels funny to walk through the station grinning from ear to ear and flying high while trying to keep my ass nice and tight! I jump straight into the toilets to jack off, and suddenly decide to take some me-feeling-the-jizzjoy-selfies in the toilet mirror. For fun, here they are. I’m not showing it, but just know there’s fresh cum in my ass when these were taken. Maybe they communicate how I felt, but anyway - Enjoy!

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.

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.

Hey, rawboyz. Here's another instalment of my latest piggy weekend in Toronto... Yesterday, Sat. night, I decided that a trip to Steamworks Toronto is long overdue. I got there just after 12 midnight and was the first (a 10 min. wait) in line (VIP has its privileges!) to get a room. I wanted to be there for a long while. The two dark areas (the glory hole area and middle one where the DJ spins) were busy. Not too much bb activity. Some eye-catching muscle boys were noticeable there! Woof! It was the back dark room (long and narrow) that had the most traffic. At a certain point, they turn off all the lights in there. Perfect time for groping, sucking, rimming, sensual touching, and fucking bareback. My kind of gay traffic!! I got to fuck a bunch of willing asses there. I was saving my load closer to the time I was going to leave (around 6 AM). I met a few guys who, like me, are on PREP. Play time with them was HOT! In the darkroom no other bothers to ask. You plug to fuck any ass and play! Now also I had fun in my room as I stopped there to rest in between all the cruising. One guy I was sucking off did come in the mouth. Tasty load from him! Just after 6 AM, I came in an anon hole and was very happy. I needed to get home and rest up for the bb sex party at Club120 on Sunday (Mother's Day) afternoon. After getting some sleep and having breakfast, I was ready for more piggy adventures. I got to Club120 around 4 PM. There is a 4-hour window for bb sex. Today's bb sex party was well-attended. I can't count how many ready manholes I fucked (about a dozen). Some guys I rimmed to taste fresh cum deposited. YUMM! Also, the black DJ from a few orgies ago was there (remember when I got to fuck him in his DJ booth?). He loved my rimming and wanted me to fuck him and leave my seed deep in him. His ass grabbed on to my dick and proceeded to milk the cum out of my dick. He was rewarded with a fresh cumshot (barely 10 hours since I last came!). He kissed me with a big wet kiss and said he wanted a repeat performance next time. One hot DJ! Time for sleep and rest. Sometimes you need a piggy weekend to de-stress. This one was very memorable! Happy barebacking, fellas!

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

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!

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

Oh man PHXariesAZ!! Each chapter is hotter and nastier than the last one! It's great the way the twins have taken to their new roles and how they worked Grayson up to where he WANTED all they had to give him and is now helping recruit more newbies!! Please continue! I got off twice reading and re-reading this latest chapter!!

I have cum in 75 holes since January.

Thanks! Really glad you enjoyed being in me and breeding my well used horsehole...and yeah. I can handle two at once too. ;-)

Jeremy stared out of the window, watching tree after tree pass. His forehead was beginning to feel numb from the glass, so he straightened up in his seat and looked around at his fellow passengers. Danny, a shorter guy with a blonde military-cut hairstyle, was messing around on his phone in the seat beside Jeremy. On the row behind them were Addison and Porter. Addison was of a tan complexion, had a strong jaw, and striking blue eyes. Porter, on the other hand, was pale by comparison. Porter always had the scruffy look about him, like he'd just gotten out of bed. Driving the Escalade was Sean, who looked more mature than he really was. And in the passenger's seat was Christopher, whose Italian genes could be spotted from a mile away. They were all on their way to a weekend getaway from college. Deep in the mountains, Sean's dad owned a cabin that they had all been allowed to stay at. All six men had met each other at the gym since first starting college. They had grown close since then, and after three years of lifting weights, were each extremely muscular. "I'm so fucking tired of this electro shit," Porter said loudly from the back. He took a swig from his beer bottle and shook his head. "Who the fuck listens to Skrillex anymore?" "Come on, man, it's a classic," Sean said, turning up the music. As he smiled, his bleached teeth were showcased from the rearview mirror. "Deadmau5 is way better, just sayin'," Christopher said. "I have to disagree with you there," said Sean. "Yeah, me too, they both suck," Jeremy said. "Fuck you!" Sean yelled. "What else are we going to listen to? Fucking Lady Gaga?" "I heard she's got a dick," Porter said absentmindedly. "With all that tight shit she wears? No way," Addison said. "Well, what'll it be, then, gentlemen?" Christopher asked, hooking his phone up to the console. "Rock? Rap?" "What about something with a banjo? We're in the goddamn mountains, for Christ sakes," Danny laughed. "If you put on anything with a fucking banjo, I'll kill you," Addison said. "Forget you," Christopher said, shaking his head. "Guys, you've got to give me something," "Jay-Z," "Lil Wayne," "Randy Travis," "Skrillex, I'm the one fucking driving," "Eminem," "Whitesnake," "Oh, oh, Cinderella," "Queen," "Judas Priest," "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Christopher yelled, laughing. "This isn't a fucking guessing game. Forget it, we'll just sit and enjoy the silence." Christopher turned off the radio and unplugged his phone. "Hand me another beer, Jeremy." Jeremy reached into the cooler beside him and handed Christopher a cold bottle. "So now I have to listen to you pussies talk the whole way there?" "We don't have to," Sean said. He had one of his stupid side-smiles plastered on his face. "I have something to watch if you guys want," "What the fuck's so funny?" Danny asked. "Porter, reach in the back and look in my bag's side pocket. There should be a DVD in there." "Oh, I forgot about the TV screens," Addison said as Porter reached behind him. "How could you? They're fucking everywhere in here," Jeremy said, taking a drink. "Hopefully it isn't some Disney shit," Danny said. "Hey-oh!" Porter exclaimed after a few moments of scrounging around. He held up a DVD case with several naked women on it. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Addison said, passing the case forward. "Put that shit on," "Seriously?" Jeremy asked, handing the case off to Christopher. "A porno? I'm going to watch a porno with you guys?" "What's the matter, never done it before?" Sean said. "With a group? Never," "Well, today's your lucky day," Christopher said, putting the disc in. "Just don't say anything to anyone and no one will know the wiser." "What, you won't admit you jerked off with other guys before?" "Who said anything about that? It's just naked chicks getting boned. Nobody's jerking off," Christopher retorted. "Honestly, if I feel like jacking it, none of you fags are going to stop me," Addison said. "How could we? I'm not putting your dick back in your pants," Porter said. "Just shut up, it's starting," Christopher said. All the monitors in the SUV turned on. Two women in bikinis were walking on the beach as Caribbean music played in the background. "And you just keep your eyes on the road, Sean! I don't need a concussion before midterms start," Danny said, adjusting himself in his seat. "Don't worry. I've seen it like three times already," Sean said. "God, my fucking back is killing me." "It's all those rows you've been doing," Addison said, watching the screen nearest him. "It's paying off though. You look good, man." "All I know is that my dad's Jacuzzi is going to hit the spot tonight," Sean said, rubbing his back. The passengers watched as the two women on the beach met a suave Spanish man, then went back to a hotel to start a three-way. Balls were slapping against pussies and throats were groaning through the sound system the rest of the way to the cabin. The Escalade pulled into the driveway just around five in the afternoon. Christopher cut off the movie and glanced back. "I don't know about you guys, but I have a hard-on the size of my leg right now." "You're telling me," Addison said, rubbing his crotch in exaggeration. "Well forget about rubbing one out, we've got dinner to make," Sean said. "But it was your fucking idea to watch the video!" Porter said. "I didn't say it came with a jerk off. Help me unpack," Sean said as he got out of the vehicle. Jeremy followed suit, stepping out into the chilly mountain air. The cabin was a lot nicer than he had thought. It wasn't some old four-walled log house: it was modern in style, like something Frank Lloyd Wright would design. It looked spacious as well. "Aw, sweet!" Porter said as he climbed out. He brushed his long hair behind him. "Pretty fucking upscale, huh?" "Yeah. Guess Sean's dad is loaded," Jeremy replied. "You don't go through med training for ten years and live in a shack, fellas," Sean said from the rear of the SUV. Porter glanced down. "Hey Jeremy, I didn't know you liked the mountains this much." "Huh? Oh," Jeremy said, noticing his erection through his jeans. "Well, these are where you'll find the biggest tits in the world." Porter chuckled, rubbing his own member. "God, I could cum right now if I had like a minute." "Guys, come on!" Sean yelled. They all crowded around the rear hatch and each gathered their fair share, then made their way to the cabin. The interior of the house framed the same design as the exterior. There were many acute angles to the ceiling, off-white paint on the walls, and large windows. The living room had a large U-shaped couch facing a fireplace, which was below a huge 90" TV. "Welcome home," Sean said as he entered the open kitchen behind the living room. "Somebody get the chicken out, we've got a lot of cooking to do." "And drinking," Addison said, dropping the cooler down by the refrigerator. For the next hour and a half, they prepared their meal for the evening. Jeremy himself had gone through seven beers by the time they sat down and actually ate. To go with the chicken, Sean popped open a bottle of his father's ten year-old port, with which they all thoroughly enjoyed. When dinner was winding down, it was right around nine o'clock. Sean went to make sure the Jacuzzi was heating up as the rest of the guys found their rooms. They all met back in the basement, where there was a poker table set up. As they all sat down to a few rounds, Christopher pulled out a slender bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Alright, assholes, I want this all gone by tonight!" he laughed. Sean busted out the glasses so they could drink while they played. By this point, Jeremy was definitely feeling the alcohol. He could tell Porter was, too. They always seemed to be the lightweights when it came to drinking. But they didn't let it stop them tasting Gold Label for the first time. The bottle went empty right around eleven-thirty, and the last round finished around twelve in the morning. Jeremy could then tell that everyone at the table was enjoying themselves. Sean was the first to stand up. "Whoa, a little too fast there," he said, grabbing the table for support. "Pussy can't even hold his liquor," Danny laughed. "Shut up. Who's up for the Jacuzzi? It should be like a hundred degrees in there by now." "I could go for a nice dip," Christopher said, gathering the cards. "Well, get your trunks and let's go!" Sean yelled. He led the way as they all swerved and swayed back to their rooms to change. Jeremy ripped off his long-sleeved shirt when he reached his room. As he began to take off his pants, he noticed himself in the mirror above the nightstand. Jeremy immediately stood up and flexed. He absolutely loved the way he looked since he'd packed on so much muscle. There was a light dusting of hair over his chest and abs, but that didn't get in the way of showing off how cut he was. His biceps were at the point where the practically jumped whenever he moved. Smiling, he ripped off his underwear. His dick was standing at full attention. He playfully slapped it against his lower abs a couple of times. Jeremy had trimmed up his bush and shaved his balls the day before. His nuts felt so smooth as he passed his hand under them. Jeremy rifled through his bag and took out his trunks. He pulled them on, tucking the tip of his dick into the lower half of the waistband so his hard-on wouldn't show. He went to meet the others on the back deck. Danny was in the living room tying his trunks when Jeremy came through. He whistled. "Check out this heartbreaker," he laughed. "You're ripped yourself, big fella," Jeremy said, slapping Danny's ass. "Don't be a tease," he smirked. "Fuck you. Come on," Jeremy said, opening the sliding door to the deck. "Holy shit, it's freezing out here!" he yelled as a frigid wind met him. "Hey-oh! Look at this stud!" Addison said from the Jacuzzi. "I swear I see those nips tightening up right now." Jeremy didn't respond, but quickly hopped into the Jacuzzi with Addison and Christopher. Danny was right behind him. "God, this feels good," Danny said as he submerged himself into the warm waters. Steam was rolling out of the tub like water boiling. "You're not kidding," Christopher said, lolling his head. "Alright, bitches, next round!" Sean yelled from the door. He held up a bottle of vodka. Porter was behind him with glasses. Both of their bodies were completely shaved. "Bring it on," Addison said lazily. The last two hopped into the Jacuzzi, dispersing the glasses and vodka equally. All of them started to drink again. After they all quieted down a bit, Porter commented, "It really is nice out here. You can't see shit in the dark, but it's nice and secluded, you know?" "It's just us, boys," Sean said. "Yep. No cramped apartments, no confined spaces, none of that shit," "Speaking of confined spaces," Danny said, twisting his side, "these trunks are giving me a major wedgie." "So pull 'em out of your crack," Porter said, taking another sip. "Nah, that won't work. This pair always does this." "You know what I've always hated about trunks? They blow up with air like this," Addison said, pointing at his ballooning shorts. "I fucking hate that shit," Christopher said, shaking his head. "Me, too," Jeremy said. He noticed his own trunks were beginning to fill up. "Guess it's the jets that accelerate the process," Sean said. They all went quiet again, drinking sip after sip of vodka. After a few more moments, Danny stood up out of the water. "You know what? Fuck these shorts," he said. Without an ounce of inhibition, he peeled off his trunks and stepped out of them. He was standing in the cold air completely naked. His trimmed pubic hair was shaped in a fanning pattern around his low-hanging dick. "Well, just make yourself comfortable, why don't you?" Sean said sarcastically. Jeremy thought it was insane to be watching this, but he wasn't really opposed. Normally he would turn and leave, but for some reason he thought it made perfect sense to strip down to nothing. Danny looked perfect as he stood naked, with nothing but his hard, shredded body against the backdrop of pines swaying in the night. He was a man in the ruggedness of nature. Danny sat down in the water again, tossing his trunks over by the grill. "That's so much better, I can't even explain," he said, smiling slyly. He took another drink. "Well, I can't let you be alone in this, big fella. I'm your spotter, after all," Addison said. He too stood up and ripped off his shorts, revealing his dick at half-mast. "Whoa! Getting a little excited there, huh?" Danny laughed. "Do I turn you on?" "You know it, baby," he said, throwing his trunks on top of Danny's. Addison sat down again. "Melissa would kill me if she knew what I was up to right now." "Fuck her," Christopher said. "But I already do," "Not tonight, you aren't," Porter said. He stood up and began to take off his shorts as well. Another dick was exposed as semi-erect. "Guess there's no shame in feeling a little frisky, then, huh, guys?" Danny asked. He bucked his hips up so that his swelling penis rose above the water. "None at all. We're drunk and alone. We can do whatever the fuck we want," Porter said, tossing his shorts over by the pile. He put a hand on his hip and looked at his still-clothed friends. "Well, come and join the party! There's nothing we haven't seen before." "Alright," Jeremy said, feeling his heart begin to pick up its pace. He stood up and followed suit, along with Sean and Christopher. Once all three were naked (and obviously excited), they submerged themselves again. Jeremy noticed the jets were much more satisfactory without anything on. He also felt freer, as if taking off his clothes brought down any barriers of inhibition surrounding his conscience. His friends seem to think so, too, as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves much more thoroughly now. "These jets feel great against your balls," Addison said, taking another drink. "Agreed," Porter said, raising his glass. "That's nothing. Aim it right against your asshole. It almost feels like a chick's rimming you," Sean said. Jeremy, curious, moved his ass up a little before he felt the pressure thrashing against his tightened hole. "Holy shit, that feels good!" "I can't believe you talked a girl into rimming you," Danny said, enjoying the pleasure his jet provided. "She was reluctant, but caved eventually," Sean smirked. "Never had it happen, myself," Danny said. "Me, neither," Christopher added. "It'll happen eventually. Don't get knocked up about it," Sean said casually. They continued to joke and drink until the vodka was gone. They moved slower on account of wanting to pace themselves. Eventually Porter craned his head to look into the kitchen and check the clock. "Four in the morning, guys," he said, shaking his head. "Sad thing is I don't feel a bit tired." "Well, I need to take a piss, regardless," Jeremy said, standing up. His erection was gone, as the excitement had kind of worn off after the first couple of hours. "Yeah, me, too," "Me, three," All of the men stood and quickly stumbled into the house on account of the cold. They left their trunks outside. As they stood dripping wet in the side entrance of the living room, Sean swore. "Fuck, I forgot towels." "Don't worry about it. The water will have dried by the time morning comes around," Addison said, proceeding towards his room. "Hey, there's only five bathrooms!" Sean yelled. "Somebody's going have to share!" "No way," Danny said, breaking into a run. Soon it was a drunken rush to get a bathroom. Jeremy pushed past Porter and managed to get into the one beside his bedroom. He locked the door laughing as Porter cussed him out from the other side. "Fuck you, Jeremy!" "Can't fuck me if you're locked out, can you?" Jeremy laughed. He traipsed over to the toilet, on the way noticing his body in the mirror. Again he stopped and flexed. "God damn, you look hot," he said to himself, massaging his deltoids. He heard more laughing and running from outside the bathroom. Not wanting to miss anything, he quickly peed into the toilet. As he stood waiting for the stream to end, his head began to spin. Jeremy shook it off. When he had finished, he flushed and unlocked the bathroom door. Jeremy began to feel dizzy again, so he turned and went straight into his bedroom. He crashed naked and wet onto his bed. The room was still spinning, and he quickly blacked out. Jeremy snapped up all of a sudden. He was still wet and buzzed. Looking at the nightstand clock, it read four-thirty in the morning. He propped himself up and sat still for a minute. He couldn't hear any movement in the house. He got up and walked as best he could into the hallway. It was there that he heard a sound, almost like a moan. Jeremy proceeded down the hallway towards the other bedrooms. The moaning became louder and more distinct. Eventually Jeremy found its source behind one of the bedroom doors. Instinct told him not to open it, but he was more curious than anything. He cracked open the door to peep inside. Jeremy then saw something he'd never witnessed before. Porter was on his knees sucking Addison off. Addison, who was the one moaning, was sitting on the bed. He was massaging Porter's back with one hand while propping himself up with the other. Porter went down farther, resulting in a gasp from Addison. Addison quickly put both hands behind Porter's head and pushed his friend deeper into his crotch. Jeremy heard Porter choke and release. A thick stream of pre-cum connected his lips to Addison's cock. He then went back to work. Jeremy shut the door, stunned. He could still hear the moans. Were they gay? It never showed, he thought. Jeremy then noticed his throbbing erection. He gawked at it: he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so hard. It began to leak from the tip. Confused, he returned to the living room. He was dealt another blow of astonishment as he found the same porno they had watched on the way up now on the 90-inch television. Danny, Sean, and Christopher's heads were all visible on the U-shaped couch. The volume was muted, but there was a different sound pervading the warmed air. Squelching, slapping sounds were coming from the couch. Before he stopped himself, perhaps due to his drunken stupor, he came around the side of the couch to see all three of his friends jacking themselves off. "Hey, buddy," Sean said, smiling. "Join us?" "Whoa—sorry, I'm just, just," "Aw, forget it and just go with the flow," Christopher said. "We all got over it like ten minutes ago." "What? Why?" Jeremy asked, perplexed. Danny shrugged sloppily. "We're horny and need some relief. No point in doing it on our own." "And you could definitely use some relief," Sean said, nodding at Jeremy's veined cock. "But—but we're not..." "Not what?" "Does this make us gay?" "Whoa!" Christopher yelled, never missing a stroke. "This is just some fun. Shut up and sit down." Jeremy looked over at the television again. "Why is the sound off?" "Danny likes the sound his cock makes when he's jerking it," Sean said. "Besides, we don't want to disturb our lover-boys in the back." "You know about that, too?" Jeremy said, sitting down. "They're just having some fun," Christopher said. "Leave them be." Jeremy looked around the couch. "No lube?" "Use your spit. It's more natural," Sean said. Jeremy shrugged and watched the movie. He summoned up a good pool of saliva in his mouth, spat into his hand, and started stroking his member. Sean watched him. They all went quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic chorus of their dicks being stroked and the occasional spit from their mouths. After a while, Danny began to breathe harder. "This is it, boys. I'm almost done," he groaned. "Allow me," Sean said, grabbing Danny's cock with his other hand. Danny, surprised, let go and let his friend work him. "Aw, fuck! Fuck, that feels good!" Danny said, biting his lip. "Like that, big boy?" Sean asked, staring at Danny. "Holy shit, yes. Oh, oh, keep going." Sean leaned over and spat a big glob of his own spit onto Danny's head, then stroked faster. Danny began to buck his hips. "Aw, fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" he yelled. It was only a few seconds later that a thick spurt of his man-spunk shot out of his dick and onto his chest. Another shot came out, followed by a slow seep of cum. Both Christopher and Jeremy watched as the waves of pleasure washed over Danny. Sean moaned. "That was hot, man. I'm almost there," "Here," Danny said. He scooped up as much cum as he could, moved Sean's hand out of the way and returned the favor. Christopher shook his head. Jeremy was enraptured. Watching the white, creamy fluid mix with the slick spit on Sean's cock had to have been the most erotic thing either of them had ever seen. Sean must have though so, too. "Shit, I'm going to cum! Ugh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he yelled loudly. With a shout, he shot his entire load in one twitch of his dick. His cock throbbed in Danny's hand, whose face was now plastered with his friend's chunky fluid. Calming down, Sean looked at Danny and smiled. "You've got something on your face, fag," "Get it off for me, would you?" he whispered. Sean held back for a second, breathing hard. He then gave in and licked the side of Danny's face. He lapped up his own cum off of his friend, lavishing at the prickly feel of the day's old stubble against his tongue. They soon began to make out, swapping cum and spit through their mouths. "Fuck," Jeremy said, watching the two wrap their muscled arms around each other. "Jerk me off, would you?" Christopher asked, turning to Jeremy. Jeremy nodded, moving in closer. "You do me." They both switched off, Christopher stroking Jeremy's dick and vice-versa. They watched their friends French kiss each other, cum slipping between their lips and smearing onto their taut pecs. "Oh, I'm going to cum," Christopher said. "Me, too. Oh, God," Jeremy moaned. He felt the intensity rise as both he and Christopher stroked each other furiously. Christopher came first, with around four short spurts onto his abs. Halfway through, Jeremy came. He felt wave after wave of pleasure erupt from his cock, shooting straight up in the air and dribble down his balls. Danny and Sean paused kissing each other to watch. As the intensity died down, Jeremy leaned over and licked the cum off of Christopher's chiseled abs. He didn't know why he did it. The act just seemed right. Christopher's cum was salty and warm. It made a unique coating along Jeremy's tongue. Knowing what was next, Christopher grabbed Jeremy by the head and kissed him. Their tongues fought each other, one trying to playfully pin the other one down. Jeremy was soon on top of Christopher, just as Danny was with Sean. Soon the sounds of their sloppy kisses were the only noises in the living room. One by one, each fell asleep on the couch. The waning moonlight illuminated their ripped, naked bodies as they slept. The night was soon over. A night that none of them would forget.

7. The Eel (Epilogue) You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave. —Hotel California, Eagles, 1976 It lays there on the bed solidifying its epidermis, from pink flesh to grey skin. It will ossify in a matter of minutes if it's not coated with mucous or put into water. All the guests have dispersed. The clock ticks in the empty house. Its ends have sealed, eyes and small dorsal fins developed, but it's gasping. Elijah picks it up. It's larger than the previous one. Maybe over five feet in length. Surely it will beckon a more pure soul. One not so small and bitter as what was once called Tucker Broderick. Elijah carries it up to the aquarium and let's it slide in. The doorbell chimes. It will take him ages for him to descend the two staircases to answer. The front door creaks open and Sergei is staring at the ancient owner leaning against his cane. He's always a little creeped out by the man the few times he's met him. His snow white beard and long grey hair is incongruent with the short-sleeved leather shirt and pants he wears. He's like a relic from vintage porn websites he's visited: he's a study in black and white. Ashen skin, black eyes that are surprising alive. "Yes, Sergei?" the man inquires. "I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I received a call from the parents of my worker. He never comes home Friday and they worry. I see his truck here and wonder if you have seen him. Long brown hair, very tan, blue eyes?" The man blinks at Sergei several times before speaking. "Yes. No, a backpack. Yes. There was a strange backpack in the bathroom. Please, come in." Sergei thinks better of it. The man is large, solid, but old, hunched, and he's concerned with Tucker's whereabouts. "I get so few visitors. Would you share a tipple of wine with me?" They have made it to the dining room level, where a half-filled bottle of white wine sits, surrounded by several liqueur glasses. "I can't, sir. My family is waiting Sunday dinner." "Pity. Let me get the backpack." Since they've gotten to the dining room, the old man seems a little sprier, leaving his cane leaning on a chair. He disappears into the dark of the bedroom. Sergei fidgets close to the staircase. Looks at the curious bull paintings, the large Chinese lanterns in a side room, the play of dust through light streaming from the great room a level above. He wonders about the bulls. Is it accidental that their penises are so pronounced? Sergei is a little embarrassed even thinking about it. The man returns holding Tucker's backpack. His beard is different as is his hair. Streaks of grey run through it that Sergei was certain weren't there before. Maybe it's the light. "Would this belong to the young man you're looking for? I did not look inside." He accepts it and rifles through the contents. A black hair band, black silk shorts, a pair of jeans and a rebel flag tee shirt he's seen Tucker wear. He smells Tucker's sweat and tanning lotion on the shirt. Keys, wallet, driver ID of Tucker with his usual wary smile. "And you haven't seen him?" "No, Sergei. I believe I would have noticed a stray workman wandering through my house," chuckles the man. "He's a young man you say? Maybe he has found a desperate housewife in the neighborhood." If the client is kidding he's not too far off from how Sergei fantasizes about Tucker in his spare time. "Are you near to finishing the roof?" The man pulls out a chair for Sergei. "Please," he indicates the chair. Sergei raises a hand to decline. "We finished. Tomorrow my brother and I clean up." "Then I must pay you." He exits to the room with the red Chinese lanterns, rumples through a desk drawer. Sergei notices the staircase next to the bedroom. He doesn't remember it from when he and Tucker were searching for a bathroom a few weeks ago. The man is suddenly next to him, laying a surprisingly solid hand on his shoulder. His other hand holds a check. The man's beard definitely has streaks of greyish-black where it didn't before. "For you and your workers, with a little extra for you. We must toast to a job well done." The man is about to pour the wine into liqueur glasses. "No, sir. I'm afraid I am not a wine drinker." "Ah. Vodka, yes? You must. One toast. I have delicious Kalashnikov upstairs." Sergei is impressed. He's not had it since he left Kiev. "I must get home soon, though. To my family." "You mean your brother's family." The correction stings Sergei. It also makes him suspicious how his client would know that. He has never spent much time with him, nor does he wish to. "Humor an old man. One toast to a lovely afternoon. It will make the day less solitary for me." Sergei considers again while he holds the check. He feels compelled and acquiesces, and they mount the stairs to the great room. There's two decanters on the silver tray on the coffee table. From the clear decanter the man pours out a good amount in the crystal glasses. "Nostrovia!" "To your health," Sergei says, downing the whole amount at once. It doesn't sit right at all with him. He coughs loudly. When he turns to the man, he's shocked by the transformation. He appears no more than forty, dark beard, not hunched at all but upright and strong. Muscles bulge under his short-sleeved shirt. Sergei suddenly feels a little woozy. The man pushes him back. "Sit, Sergei. Sit." Sergei isn't sitting so much as trying to get his bearings and not fall over. He's sails back onto the sofa. His eyes blur. As quickly as he can he puts his wire-frame glasses over his ears to try to focus. Then, the strangest thing, he feels he's getting an erection for no discernible reason. Looking out the window at a view he sees it cuts down straight to the ocean. It's even more stunning than the roof. He's comfortable, feeling increasingly euphoric. Bells go off. This isn't any high from vodka. He doubts it was vodka. He can't seem to move, yet his dick keeps rising. Blue ocean, his mind drifts, blue like Tucker's eyes. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Sergei." Elijah bends over. Unlaces, then takes off one of Sergei's shoes. "Tucker is going to love having a visitor so soon." He unlaces and takes off the other shoe. "Especially one with such a good and gentle soul. I can tell these things, Sergei. I was with the church for a terribly long time. A terribly long time to be held in such servitude. Let's unbind that demon so it can breath." Elijah unbuckles Sergei's jeans and let's his large and growing penis bounce out of his fly. Elijah starts stroking it. Sergei flinches, the last movement he'll make of his own volition. "Oh, you're a virgin. I had no idea, child." His dick is leaking precum like a faucet. Elijah, a relic from ages ago, out of the pages of The Inquisition, slows his stroke to a barely discernible crawl. "No. You're right, boy. We should just sit here quiet for a while and take in the view. Tucker's not going anywhere. And neither are you."

6. Ouroboros Sunrise approaches. There is an oblique orange glow in the southern facing windows. In the early dawn only Riggs and Duncan are left in the tower. Riggs wanted to get Duncan alone and talk to him about the prospects of moving with him to San Francisco should he receive the Artistic Director position for the SF-based company. A teaching and company member position; fight instructor he's thinking. First, though, he wants to see Duncan's professed skills while he's tied to the St. Andrews cross. Brenner excused himself, saying he's tired. As he made his way to his room in the dark, through labyrinthine passageways in these early hours, hearing the echoes of a whip's crack and then Riggs' bound screams from the tower. A pair made for each other, he thinks. Truth is, he wants to be alone and imagine (and beat off to) what Duncan and Tucker felt when they took the eel. Once he finds his room buried deep within the mountainside, Riggs' muffled cries are only background while he concentrates his mind, dick flapping in hand, around the sensation of what a four-foot creature traveling through his body would feel like. He'll bargain with Elijah to have the experience when everyone is up and parting ways in the afternoon, but Elijah will turn him down, telling him it's only meant for a select few. Brenner will leave in a huff, and it will permanently mark him, compel him to find other ways to over-compensate for the slight. But that will only manifest itself in many years to come. Which leaves Samuel, Elijah, and poor depleted Tucker making their way back up to the aquarium room. The men park the exhausted boy back in the cowhide barber chair. Samuel scoops a glass of water from the tank and gives Tucker a much needed drink. Tucker downs the glass in almost one gulp. He doesn't see Samuel dipping into the tank a second time in an effort to slake his thirst. The water tastes odd, is not satisfying his thirst, but he begs for a third nonetheless. Samuel obliges. The other ex-Jesuit has gotten out his barber tools and comes up behind Tucker and massages his shoulders. It's as much tenderness as he needs, and melts into the chair. The electric blades click on. Samuel is spreading foam on his arm. It feels good to have a slow, soothing sensation of fingers going over his bicep and forearm. Elijah's electric blade buzzing through his hair also feels good. He feels he's shedding skin, carefully orchestrated by two men who know exactly what they're doing. Samuel moves to the other arms while Elijah finishes the first phase of denuding the boy's entire body. The chair is tipped back and Elijah sits on a stool in back of Tucker washing his stubble with warm water. He then soaps the scalp and with a sharpened straight razor starts scraping the sides. Now the top. Tucker's totally into it. The more his body is shaved the more alive he feels. Elijah turns his head to one side. Tucker can't help but give in to whatever the men who attend him want. Elijah lays bare one side of his neck, then tilting his head the other way, strips the boy of any remaining scalp hair. The man takes a warm cloth and wipes his head clean. Samuel has soaped the boy's legs and is scraping them clean from thigh to toe. Once smooth, Samuel moves on to his public hair, first using scissors to remove the large swath of dark hair, then after foam is applied, the straight razor scrapes against the grain and makes him new-born smooth. Elijah is busy at his arm pits, making sure there is not one hair left on his torso. Both armpits are clean, then Elijah removes the boy's eyebrows. Both men anoint his body with water from the tank, then turn him over in the chair so his butt is folded highest in the chair. There is a lot of hair to remove back here. Elijah takes the butt crack and the patch of fur at the small of his back, while Samuel works on making his legs completely hairless. When both are satisfied with the result they run their hands over his body, ensuring not one hair remains. Tucker takes a hand and examines himself. He is rock hard as his hands run over the course of his completely shorn body. "Why?" he asks Elijah far back in his brain, as if he's looking up from a hole dug six feet deep. "We are removing the animal you were born into, to become something better, more pure." Samuel applies olive oil to his skin. Elijah joins in. Tucker sees an silver urn pour out liquid onto his chest, his groin, his arms and legs, and the lubricant is massaged into his pours, joints, pits, hole. In fact, as he now sits back up in the chair, an inordinate amount of attention is being placed on pouring a lot of oil into Samuel's hand and then cupped inside his hole. He feels like one slimy fucker and is squirming his hand onto the outstretch palms of the men greasing him up. This is like no other sensation. It's as if he himself feels what it's like to be a greased up dick slipping within a firm fist, that his body is a dick made out of his complete form. He can't get enough of their touch. If they keep up their stroking his head will explode in a volcanic orgasm. First Master Eli bends and kisses him, then Samuel's sunken face bends over and sends his tongue into the boy's mouth. "Time to take him downstairs," Elijah signals to Samuel. As they descend the stairs, Tucker hears the muffled screams of Riggs from the tower. "What's that?" Tucker asks. "A story that's not part of yours. Yours is a much more interesting tail," says Samuel as they enter the master bedroom. They're escorting him cautiously between them, but as they cross into the bedroom sense the boy has no intention of running, which is usually the case. Elijah lays him on the rubber sheets and moves him to the center of the bed. "Ready for one more shot?" Samuel's asks. Tucker nods his head up and down, and then sinks face down into the rubber. "And one for you, brother?" "Give him the same as me. Seven," says Elijah. "He'll lose his mind after all he's had." "The general idea, isn't it?" The men smile. Elijah crawls naked onto the bed. Once he positioned against the headboard, he cradles the boy's head in his meaty palms. "Do you have enough light, brother?" Elijah asks in the dark room who's only light comes from the dirt-covered windows in the back of the house. "Plenty," says Samuel, taking two syringes from the dresser. He takes the vial of speed and fills both syringes to point seven, and takes a third for himself at the same level. Elijah folds the boy's head into his hairy crotch. The boy sniffs and laps his tongue in the bush. "Hold him still." Elijah grips his head while Samuel find one of the three useful veins in his neck. He gets a draw. "Enjoy this, boy. Totally give in to how you feel. You, too, brother," and Elijah holds his neck to the side. Samuel feels for a vein then pops the point into Elijah's neck. Emptying the syringe elicits a deep, massive cough. Samuel sits on the side of the bed and shoots up in his neck, too. Tucker hasn't moved since he's been injected. His breathing is locked and has paralyzed his brain. He suddenly jolts upright gasping for air, then coughs, rasps another breath and hacks again. Samuel reaches out for him and puts his skeletal fingers around the boys cock. The sensation sends Tucker into a tailspin, falling forward bumping his head against Elijah's erect monster. "Oh, fuck, Sir, I want to drain your cock," he says, he brain fried of all thoughts save one: lust. Elijah's eyes are rolled up in his head and speaks from a far away place, saying, "Go ahead, boy. Take it all in." Tucker's head turns as he inhales his Master's meat. "All the way down. All the way." He pushes Tucker down on his cock. Tucker takes it to the bush and Elijah holds him there. Samuel is stroking Tucker's cock and playing with his heavy P.A. causing Tucker to writhe on the slippery rubber. Samuel's feeling his butt, sticking in a few fingers as Elijah sticks a finger, then a second also into Tucker's hole. He's bringing him up to his face so he can see, out of flickering eyes, how Tucker's gape is fairing. With Samuel's fingers and his in the boy's ass lips, they're tearing him apart. His hole is wide open being pulled in different directions. There are no longer men in the room, only three animals. Elijah rips the boy from Samuel who growls at the side of the bed, like a wolf who's dinner's been ripped from him. "Brother, get the speculum. The boy's not going to take my fist as he is." Samuel snarls. He knows he could take the boy but Elijah is claiming ownership, and circumstances being what the are, he has the right to be the one to take the boy. He careens over to the dresser and out of the bottom drawer produces the forearm-length horse speculum. All he has to do to lube it is draw some of the excess oil smeared over the bed, most of which leaks out of the boy's ass, which he does and hands it to Elijah. Elijah has gotten Tucker's ass to face his. His tongue is inside the boy's rectum and his long tongue is licking the boy's inner walls. Soon he will want to see the beginning of a prolapse before he's done tonight and will eat it before the metamorphosis. He takes the huge speculum and aligns it with Tucker's hole. "Boy, don't stop sucking my cock. If this begins to hurt, suck me harder." Tucker agrees in a grunt with Elijah's cock buried in his throat. The speculum's base is held next to Elijah's ear. He begins to slide it in and feels the boy's head bobbing up and down more rapidly the deeper in he goes. He must be feeling discomfort or pain and he pushes it in to its halfway mark, for Tucker's head is at his cock like a jackhammer. Right past the halfway point, Tucker's head collapses across his body, his head's buried on his cock, and he's not moving. The boy shudders lying on top of him. He slaps the boy's ass hard. The smack seems to wake him and he once again is deep throating him. Samuel is sitting crossed-legged in front of Tucker's head. He holds a bottle of poppers to his nose. It accounts for the short pause from the boy who's now very receptive to the speculum's penetration and the enthusiasm of the sucking is at a peak. It's all Elijah can do not to cum down the boy's throat. The speculum has hit a barrier before it's almost in. He signals to Samuel to give the boy another hit. Samuel's raising the boy's face up enough to place the bottle under his left nostril, then his right, then once again under each. Tucker goes back to swallow his Master's cock and luxuriating is the smell of his Master's rancid bush. He pauses in the bush on every decent. It makes his Master leak but doesn't distract him from his objective. The last of the instrument is in and he's now spreading the two duck blades apart. He's got it open several inches. The boy sends out a loud moan of pleasure and torment. Samuel gives the boy another hit then pushes his head down under Elijah's balls and orders him to eat. The boy's head's buried in Elijah's taint and he's rutting like a pig to get down further to his Master's bunghole. "Come here and look at this," Elijah says, entranced. "Flick on the lamp." On his way to his brother, Samuel flicks on a side table lamp, enough to display Tucker's enormous gape. It's spacious enough for Elijah to ram his arm up to his elbow. Samuel can even add his arm and grab Elijah's hand. "Halfway there, brother. We might be able to do this together." "It'll be a welcome first, brother. Let's get this out of him," Samuel suggests regarding the speculum. Elijah reverses the processes slowly so as not to pinch any sensitive internal skin. Once they have it removed, they work the boy around so his head's up at the top of the headboard. They tie his hands. The boy's face is brown from wallowing under Elijah's hole. He seems excited judging by the size of his dick, which is a good sign of success for the metamorphosis. The men tie each of Tucker's legs to the top eyelet at the bottom bed posts so his torso is straining in the air, the better to have direct access to his quite open hole. Elijah allows Samuel to go first while he takes up at Tucker's head with a fresh box of amyl nitrate caps. Samuel greases up his arm and slowly lowers it into Tucker. Tucker cries out not know where he is anymore, only senses what his body is going through. Samuel feels the cobwebs between colon chambers, fine webs that he's destroying as he penetrates the boy. I'm sure if you've ever fisted someone you've felt the heart beats when you've found a new area to penetrate. Your fingers feel like your touching harp stings directly coming from your fistee's heart. Samuel's feeling Tucker's heartstrings once he gets to the elbow. Every few inches the coursing of blood rushes through the thin fibers separating the chambers. Each time he slides into a virginal area, Tucker calls out from somewhere lost inside his body. Tucker's unmoored again since the needle shot into his neck. He has no idea where he is. He barely remembers who. He only knows how much he's enjoying his body being ripped away from him. He feels his legs in the air and a skeleton of a man looming above him. Someone, a man with a black beard is feeding him vapors that allows and encourages the skeleton to drill into him deeper. Each inch the skeleton takes, a memory bubbles up and washes away. The skeleton is scratching at a door like a dog wanted to get in. Tucker resists but the aroma hits his brain not only sabotages his defense but makes him complicit in betraying himself. He shows the skeleton the rift, the keyhole, the clue where he can be unlocked. The skeleton is keen on finding these weakness and exploiting them to his advantage. A memory of the face of his fourth grade school teacher, Mrs. McCullough, the oddest collection of consonants and vowels he'd ever encountered, bubbles up. Her black horn-rimmed glasses, her watery eyes, her times tables and cursive handwriting on the green chalkboard, is right in front of his eyes. Then as a price for the sense of pleasure of deeper penetration, he must choose between her memory or this new pleasurable sensation. He chooses pleasure each time and her face fractures and is swept away to eternity; a new depth of penetration bears down inside his body, replaces self with erotic pulp of mindless ecstasy. There is something telling him to stop the slide but it weakens every moment. Samuel stand over the boy, his arm inside Tucker's hole's up to his bicep. "He's starting to resist. I think he knows what's happening." Elijah rises from cradling Tucker's head and comes over to the end of the bed. He takes a stance next to Samuel. Samuel withdraws his hand. His arm is covered in pink grease with bits of red at his fingernails. "I'll punch him for a while and see if he regresses. Lower that leg." They each lower a leg laying Tucker's back to rest on the rubber sheet, but still leaves his legs hoist mid-way up the post. Samuel greases Elijah’s hairy black arms. Tucker's focusing on him in a way that he hasn't before. He's starting to see the man's not on his side; giving him pure pleasure is a ruse. His eyes are bobbing above a sea of complete pleasure, a last attempt not to drown. There's more at work here that he starts to fathom, that with each new pleasure, a part of himself is traded away. He knows his name but can't remember how he got here or who these men are. He only knows they pleasure him but at what cost? If Duncan's hands were extra large, Elijah's are twice as big. Elijah finds it difficult to make the hurdle through his first sphincter. Samuel quickly cracks a cap and makes Tucker forget what's possible and only allows what's desired. His mind is blank again and he pushes his asslips onto Elijah's closed fist. Once inside it's literally downhill from there. Elijah doesn't stop till he's buried to his elbow. Tucker's eyes are rolled up into his head, as hears Elijah order, "Open your eyes and watch me!" He does. Tucker sees an entire forearm of black hair pull out of him. His ass farts as the air deflates out of him. "Push," Elijah orders. He does, and the man's telling him he's a good boy. That's it, push it out. The man then plows back into him with a force that propels the arm past the elbow. He feels stuffed as he's never felt, feels an object buried so deep a collection of grade school friends he barely remembers show their faces and blow away like sand across a schoolyard. He looks up and sees the skeleton next to him snapping a caplet, holding one nostril, telling him to inhale, while his ass flairs open even deeper on the wrist of black hairs. The man above him plummets down into his gut. "What are you doing to me?" he asks as more with his eyes than with his voice. The man only acknowledges he doing something to him. Grunts yes. Tucker pleads again, and the man explains what he's doing, again more with his mind than voice. He's straightening out his colon. The man greases his other hand and is now alternating his fists and arms into Tucker's hole. His hole will never close completely again once the man pushes both hands in together. He bears down inside him, pushing and straining as deep as both hands will reach. He suddenly pulls both out and Tucker feels his guts following them out beyond his asslips. "Yes!" shouts the man. "Push, fucker! Push it out!" He doesn't exactly know what the man wants but it feels like he's shit or farting, but all he can see in the mirror above is petals of red blooming out of his asshole. The man's fingering it causing bolts of electricity from his hole to shoot to the rest of his body. He's on fire, his asshole is electrified. Whatever he's sacrificing is worth this sensation. He pushes again and the bloom that's coming out of him is being eaten by the man. He's licking not just his asshole but the walls exposed from inside. It's as if he's turning inside out and the more he does the more the man is pleased. He wants to please the man because it's all tied up with the pleasure he's feeling—circular logic, the snake eating its tail. Ouroboros. His guts appear to be shy and retreat well within his colon. The man stands. Both arms in him has stretched his opening wide, allowing the man easy access to pile drive one arm then the other again and again, over and over, in a huge power punch into his colon. Within the rapture, there is a final, vague image he has of standing in a crib. He sees his own tiny hands grip the rail. Two figure are in bed asleep. He loses his grip, and the memory slips away like smoke. He doesn't need the amyl now, he needs the man to destroy his hole. Since he's lost his grip on words, he's mouthing nonsense but the intent still comes through to the standing man. Wreck my hole, begging between each punch, annihilate my cunt, obliterate my pussy. He doesn't even know where these ideas are coming from, but he feels Samuel at his side, playing with his dick and nipples, coaxing him to deeper and darker imaginings. The standing man's in a frenzy, as is Tucker imploring the beast above to delve deeper and deeper into his soul. "That's it, boy. Give up everything to your Master and to His Master." Elijah pushes both arms deep into Tucker, stretching apart his ass, his enormous boulder-like shoulders bulging, veins popping, and then he yanks both arms out at the same time. Both fists pop out bring with them inches of Tucker's intestines. Elijah wraps as much as he can in his mouth and sucks the entire red bulge into his maw. He bites and chews the boy's entrails, gnaws into the center, sticking a tongue deep inside the prolapse. His dick is charged and he holds the prolapse steady and slips in his metal ring, then his cockhead, into the center orifice. He humps the prolapse, holding it like a small animal, while his cock slips deep inside. Tucker's fucked internal and externally. Elijah's rough hands are driving Tucker wild, while the cock buried deep is making him craven. He implores Master Eli to take him. Elijah is jacking his cock in his extended hole like a wild dog, unable to stop, unable to think. He's locked into Tucker as Tucker is with him. Elijah erupts like a geyser flooding the boy's depth with cum, a stream, a river, a tsunami of sperm flushing out of him. He pulls out and his arm travels along the river of cloudy seed down deep into the boy's body. Samuel whispers to him, "Fisters claim the heart of the boy is the goal. Not us—we say it's the soul. Give him yours." Tucker feels Elijah's shoulder resting at his hole. He feels the massive bush of black pit hair tickling his hairless sphincter. There's no fuller feeling he could possible have, no more feeling of belong to someone than this moment. He nods to Samuel, then nods up to Elijah. Elijah feels the boy's heartbeat, then feels the soul surrounding it, grabs it, and rips Tucker inside out.

Gaping, I could feel my hole still open minutes after the monster cock slipped out. I wanted more, I wanted him back to fuck me, use me, fuck - even rape me harder over and over. I wondered what was next, how the fuck is this shit hole of a house going to top that fucker. Would my hole still be so open that I would not feel the next cock? It didn’t take long for me to find out. Another mirror slowly started to open, in what I mentally dubbed “The Conversion Funhouse,” slowly revealing the next horror. Standing there in the area behind the mirror was more skeleton, than man. He was so wasted away that he was just skin and bones, not one ounce of fat on his body. He was pale and naked from the neck down. His head was completely covered by what looked like a burlap hood, with slits for eyes and small openings for nostrils - nothing but a sown “x” for a mouth. If he wasn’t nude, he looked as if he stepped out of a slasher film. Walking in slowly, I watched his cock and balls bounce between his legs. His cock was not as massive in length like the monster before, but it was close in girth while still soft. He stopped behind me, as if admiring the work of the cock before him. As he circled my hole slowly with his finger, with out sliding it in, his cock started to grow - my eyes widened as I watch his cock obscenely thicken to the size of a beer can - and this fucker was actually the size of a beer can. FUUUUUCCCKKK - I wanted, needed and craved if up my fuck hole. The length was about seven inches, but it was the girth that was turning me into a bitch in heat. I watched as he positioned himself behind me, the reflection of the sagging skin of his ass made me wonder if he was positive or full blown. The first monster was positive that’s for sure…but how far along was this this fucker was anyone’s guess at this point. Holding the base of his cock, he started running the head up and down my crack, teasing me, pressing more and more into me until on one pass his cock slipped inside my gaping hole. My hole offered no resistance, he plunged balls deep and stayed there. This time there was no pain, only the pleasure of my hole opening wider for this thick cock. His bony hip bones pressed against my ass, digging into me. His bony fingers reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as far as my neck would allow. With his cock deep in me, he bent down and put his head next to mine. “my AIDS cock is deep in your hole” he said “it’s what you wanted?” I moaned out a yes, all the while processing the smell of his breath, fuck he smelled of rot, of DEATH. “going to slam my AIDS dick in you until I shoot a full term virus into your bleeding hole - are you ready?” Again I moaned out a yes, while breathing in his death and attempting to push back against him. His cock slowly started to move out of my hole, making me feel empty. I could feel more of the first load of cum running down my balls and cock. His fuck was not as brutal as the monster before. His rhythm of in and out was time just perfectly to make my ass feel pleasure, while all the time knowing that he was going to shoot his death deep within, mixing with the toxic load of the brute before. His balls created a slapping sound that complimented the squish of cum being churned in my hole as well as the air that was being injected and forced out with each thrust of his cock. Watching in the mirror, I could see him tweaking his nipples along with a glimpse of his thick cum covered cock as it slid in and out of my hole. Adding to the fuck music was my moans of pleasure and his growling of enjoyment. Pumping his cock in and out of my hole increased along with the forcefulness - this action was like a stabbing motion as if he was plunging a dagger deep in my ass, resulting in my death - which was true to an extent - his cock was going to deliver the blow that would eventually result in my death - death to being negative, death to safe sex, and death by AIDS. “no turning back now you fucking AIDS whore, I am on the edge of blasting your insides with AIDS cum “ he yelled during his breathing, “nothing you can say or do to stop it” His cock thickened slightly and I knew it was time. Time for another gift. No fear, just ecstasy. He slammed his cock all the way inside as it pulsed and spit, coating my raw hole with cum. Within seconds the pulsing stopped and he started pumping his cock in and out of my hole again. “It’s not over fucker, I am a multiple shooter” His cock was even more slick and he slid in and out with more ease and within a minute or two, he pushed in deep again and I felt his cock start to pulse another death load in me, only to have him start fucking me again as soon the climax subsided. “squeeze your hole around my cock, you fucking loose fuck” he screamed at me and as hard as I tried I couldn’t make my hole tight around his cock. “squeeze it you loose lipped whore” he yelled again as he slapped both of my ass cheeks. He had stopped pumping his cock, and was violently pulling out and ramming it back into my hole, over and over. I was completely at his mercy, trying to tighten my hole which was still too loose for him. His hands continued to slap each cheek, alternating the slaps. I could feel my skin heating up and in the mirror’s reflection see red marks forming and darkening. This continued for about five minutes until he slammed all the way in, shooting another load, what felt like a larger load deep into my guts. He pressed into me until it subsided and his cock began to deflate, and as he pulled out he gave each cheek another a slap. I held my breath as he exited the room through the same way he entered. Playing both fucks back in my head. I had been fucked by a monster and by death. What the fuck was next - Sarah Palin himself?

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I was whored out to two homeless guys by my pnp-pimp bud. I got fucked and filled behind a dumpster, one guy was 50ish the other in his 30s. Both were dirty and they stole everything except for my socks. (truthfully, I kinda allowed them to just to make it hard on my bud to get me home) It was demeaning, humiliating and absolutely one of the hottest things I have ever done. I consider it to be one of the key events to my shedding sexual fears and inhibitions.

Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long. I'll have a new chapter up tonight. Hope you guys haven't lost interest? Part 4: My face still stung from the slap as I looked at myself in the mirror. I kept hearing those words in my head, “I’m enjoying your pain,” and the voice seemed familiar, yet not familiar. I felt like I was going to puke, so I entered a stall and leaned over the toilet, but nothing came out. Not wanting to face the campus, I sat down and pushed loads of cum out of my ass, hearing the sickening splashes of the globs dropping into the water. I wiped my ass a few times, each time feeling my hole slime up a little as more cum leaked out. There were four stalls and a handicap stall, I was in the first one. The other stalls were empty when I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps come towards the stalls. I looked up as the guy passed my door and entered the stall next to me. I stood up to leave when I noticed a large hole in the wall, through which I could see the guy pushing his pants down and sitting on the toilet. Not knowing why, I sat back down. I sat there quietly and waited for the other guy to take a dump and leave, but instead I started to hear the unmistakable sounds of a wet cock being jerked off. I looked through the hole and sure enough, there was a hard cock being jerked. The guy must have seen my movement, or my eye through the hole, because before I could do anything, he was standing up and pushing his cock into the hole. “Suck me man,” was all he said to me and I opened my mouth to have him slide in. I wanted to puke his cock smelled and tasted so bad. When he heard me gagging, he laughed and said, “Forgot to shower this morning, feel free to clean it off for me.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but his words chilled me to the bone. “You suck my dick bitch, or I’ll break your teeth and then fuck your worthless faggot mouth.” I slowly slid back down, giving a blow job that would not make any guy cum. He knew what I was doing and got upset. “Suck my fucking dick like you mean it cunt.” I still did nothing, basically just sliding my lips up and down. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and out the hole. I thought maybe he was going to leave. Instead, he opened his stall door and walked in front of mine. “Open the fucking door NOW bitch, or you’re going to regret it even more.” I don’t know why, but despite feeling somewhat safe behind the locked door, I reached out and slid the lock open. The guy standing before me was about 5’9, not remarkable in any way and with his cock hanging softly out his pants. Despite his generic look, there was some thing that made me listen as he ordered me to my knees. On my knees, in the stall, he stood and looked at me. “Such a little pussy fag boy to be following orders from me. You wanna suck my dick for real now?” I shook my head and said, “No.” He looked at me, a look of confusion on his face. “Open your mouth faggot.” I slowly opened my mouth. “Stick your tongue out,” and I did. “Stay just like that boy,” and he pulled his phone out. “I think I recognize you, don’t I?” With tears in my eyes again, I simply nodded. “Let’s see, something’s missing…” With his camera recording, he spit a huge glob of spit and phlegm straight into my mouth and on my tongue. “Yeah, that’s why I recognize you. Swallow that spit you fucking freak and thank me for it.” I pulled my tongue in my mouth, felt the glob slide back in my mouth and I swallowed it. “Thank you.” “Open up again.” He took a step in and placed his cock at the edge of my lips. “Slide your pussy mouth all the way down and swallow my cock. If you fuck up again this time, I’ve got an idea that you’re going to hate.” I tried to slide down his cock, but I was so disgusted by the thought of another guy walking in and seeing this that I could barely focus. “I warned you boy. If I feel any teeth between now and when I shoot, I’m taking teeth with me when I leave.” He set his phone on the toilet paper dispenser, the camera at almost level height with my head. With his left hand, he curled his fingers into my hair and yanked my head forward, shoving his dick deep in my mouth and into my throat. “That’s it bitch, open that cunt throat for me.” He angled my head so that he could thrust past the top of my throat and slammed balls deep in me. He held me there for what seemed forever, my air flow slowing and then eventually ending all together. This began a panic in me and I tried pushing him away, but he held firm, laughed and said, “Yeah boy, fight me. There’s only one way I’m pulling back.” In my panic, feeling life blur around me, I pushed at his legs, slapped at them, slapped at his stomach; nothing but slight thrusting of his cock in my throat. Finally, in full panic, something struck me (both physically and mentally). Using the last bit of strength I could muster, I grabbed at his balls and pulled. “You fucking little queer,” he grunted and pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth. I fell forward, gasping for air, and landed in his smelly balls. He grabbed my head again, tipping it back slightly and as I gasped for another gulp of air, he shoved balls deep in me again, but this time he didn’t stop. Instead, he introduced me to what would later be identified as skull fucking. “Yeah bitch, you’re going to really have to learn to suck cock if you’re going to be at the gloryhole. Unless, you’re the kind of faggot who backs his ass up to the wall and lets guy fuck him like a girl. Is that what you are?” I struggled to shake my head, but his hands in my hair were like vises. He continued to rape my mouth and I could hear other sounds as more guys were coming in to the bathroom. Some guys were disgusted by what they saw and called us faggots. Some only called me a faggot and told the guy pounding my throat to, “Fucking destroy his faggot throat.” I heard one guy tell the throat fucker, “Bring him out here, I wanna see something.” Slamming his cock in my throat again, he began pulling me by the hair, on my knees, into the main area, between the urinals and stalls. My shorts, which had been around my ankles slid all the way off, leaving me in a torn shirt, jockstrap and shoes. I looked around and saw about 6 guys watching, some rubbing their cocks in their pants, two were openly stroking themselves and the one who had me pulled out, was pushing his pants down. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and swung me around and told the guy in my throat, “Back up against the wall.” The guy in my throat began to ask, “What…” and the older guy just said, “Shut up you little punk, or you’ll have my dick down your throat in a minute.”

thanks for the positive feedback guys. it makes me enjoy my debauchery. Part 3 Why the fuck did I say what I said? Why didn’t I tell them about Coach? I began walking towards my dorm. I was not paying attention to the world around me when I walked into someone. “What the fuck man, watch where you’re…” I looked up and felt my stomach tighten. It was the guy from outside the dorm. “You fucking little faggot, you just keep cumming onto me don’t you.” “No, asshole. You’re the one who…” “Shut your mouth bitch.” I did. “I warned you earlier. Now it’s time.” He grabbed me by the back of the shirt. “It’s time you learn some manners,” and he began shoving me over to a building. People watched as he did this, no one stopping him. “Let me the fuck go asshole.” “I might, when I’m done using you bitch.” He walked me into the building and to the closest bathroom. “Get the fuck in there, and strip.” “What, no.” “You can either get in a stall and strip, or I’ll strip you out here and let guys watch.” “Fuck you,” I moved to get away from him. “Again, you’re the one getting fucked, not me.” He grabbed the back of my shirt, tearing it further, and for someone who didn’t look very big, he was surprisingly strong. He jerked me back, tossing me to the floor. I came very close to cracking the back of my head on the tile floor. He reached down, pulling me up by the front of the shirt, ripping it down the middle while doing so. He pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. “Nice piercings,” twisting hard on each one, turning the bars, and my nipples almost 90 degrees. I groaned in pain, and begged him to stop. He let go of one nipple, moving his hand to the button on my shorts. He was in the process of unzipping them when the door opened and another guy walked in. He saw us in the middle of the bathroom and walked over to take a piss. “Don’t let me interrupt you guys.” I looked over at the new guy, tried to beg him for help. My attacker simply whispered, “Do it, see what happens.” I started to say something and stopped. The other guy saw me staring at him and just laughed. “Really man, you want both of us? At the same time? Man, that is some seriously fucked up shit.” He looked over at my attacker and cocked his head, letting him choose. My attacker thought briefly, and then said, “Cum on over, but I get first crack at his cunt.” The new guy walked over, setting his bag on the floor. He stood behind me and helped force my shorts down around my ankles and instructing me, “Step out of them,” which I did. I heard the guy behind me sniff the air and then said, “Damn, man. You are not getting first crack at anything. This bitch has been marked, and he is leaking cum.” First guy laughed, “I know. He and I had a run in an hour ago, he was with a guy old enough to be his dad; I think it was his boyfriend or something. He was leaking then. Dude, how much cum do you have in you?” I looked at him and pointed to the tattoo. “No fucking way. That’s disgusting.” The second guy asked what. “Bitch says he has 77 loads in him.” The second guy, “Un-fucking real. I’ve done sloppy seconds, even sloppy thirds. But 77, damn he’s gonna be open like a tunnel back there to have taken so much.” They moved me over to the sinks and mirrors. “Stick that pussy out for us. Let us see that fine ass.” I tried to tell them to let me go, but they only laughed. “You’ll go when we’re done.” They worked together to push me over, causing my ass to be on full display. “Lift your head up and look in the mirror. I want to watch you watching me.” I lifted my head as ordered and looked him in the face. I was horrified by what I saw, a phone stuck in front of his face, apparently ready to record what ever he was gonna do. “Smile for the camera, bitch.” He reached into the sticky crack of my ass and said, “Let’s find that sloppy pussy, see if we can use it.” After digging around for a moment, in the cummy remnants of 77 rapes, his finger found my hole. “I don’t fucking believe this.” “How loose is it? Can you get several fingers in there?” “He’s not loose. He’s as tight as a virgin.” “Let me feel,” and another hand entered my ass crack. He too found the hole and whistled, “Guess we can have some fun wrecking his hole.” Guy number one took his cock out and used cum from my crack to lube up. “I’d ask about a condom, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want one do you bitch?” They both laughed at his joke and he slid his cock between my cheeks. He handed the phone to the other guy, “Do me a favor, record this, just keep my face clear. Can’t let the guys see me take this bitch, or they’ll all be begging to swallow my cock.” I looked at his reflection in the dirty mirror. His eyes were staring back at me. “Please, don’t do this. I don’t…” I gasped as, for the umpteenth time in less then 15 hours, another cock was shoved up my ass. As with each violation before, it hurt as if I was losing my virginity. “Holy shit, this bitch is ridiculously tight. But there is so much cum in him.” I could hear the squelching sound that only meant the cum in my ass was getting fucked either deeper in me, or was getting pulled out by the big cock raping me. “Damn, I can’t believe he’s taking you balls deep. What a fucking cunt.” He started fucking, and I could see the signs in his face, and hear in his sounds, he was losing it very quickly. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna dump in you. You want it boy? Tell me you want it.” I shook my head, and said, “No. Please…” and again, my ass was set afire with the scalding of another load. “Oh fuck, yeah, bitch I told you. Shooting deep in that sloppy cunt.” A couple of spasms more, and he pulled out. The other guy tried to wait, but was ready. “Cum on man, let me in there.” The first guy took his phone and moved after a few seconds, and I watched as number 2 moved in behind me. He shoved his cock in my crack, expecting a loose hole. His reaction would have been comical, if I wasn’t about to feel another cock in my ass. His eyes widened and he gasped, “Holy shit.” He found my tight hole and, regaining his composure, said, “Open your tight cunt for me.” I pushed out, and he slid in, riding the stream of cum, all the way in. I grunted in pain, and he just smiled at me, “I think I’m in love with this pussy. I’ve never been in such a tight wet hole.” He started fucking me, trying to last as long as possible, but he only lasted a few seconds longer than the first guy. “Oh, god. Oh yeah. I’m fucking cumming in your cunt boy. Here you gooooooooooooo.” #78 and 79. If I ask him, will he slam my head in the mirror? Strangle me? Snap my neck? He pulled out and spent a few seconds to gather himself. “Get on your knees and clean us up.” The first guy just looked at the second guy and smiled. I turned and dropped to my knees. Two wet cocks, covered in who knows how many different strains of cum were shoved into my mouth. I gagged on the pure disgusting taste and knowledge of where this cum came from. After they were satisfied that I had cleaned them well enough, they each moved to a urinal to piss while I stayed motionless on the floor. Number 2 watched me not moving and said, “Crawl over here, you fucking slut.” I fought it, but I couldn’t stop myself from crawling over on my hands and knees. “Just like a trained bitch. How far will you let me go?” I looked at him and could only mutter, “Please.” The guy grabbed my hair and pulled me into the urinal, “Lick it.” Number 1 said, “Dude, that’s a little much don’t you think?” Number 2, “Nah, he’s going to enjoy it.” I looked at the white porcelain of the urinal and saw a few drops of piss and some stray pubes. I wanted to vomit but my tongue reached out and licked the drops up. I looked up at my demented captor and begged, “Please, just let me go.” He laughed and said, “I still gotta piss. You interrupted me when I came in here and I think you should apologize for that.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry.” He snarled at me, spit in my mouth and said, “I don’t think you mean it. Tip your head back in the basin boy.” I put my head in the basin of the urinal and closed my eyes. “Open your eyes faggot,” and I opened them to see another camera staring down at me. “I think this video might make a few extra dollars. I know there are guys who’ll love seeing a naked jock getting his face soaked with piss and even drinking it.” As he finished saying it, a stream of hot, clear piss started from his cock. The first drops hit my chest, but soon it was hitting my face, slipping up my nose, causing me to cough. “Open that mouth and let me fill it up.” I sat there feeling so disgusted as my mouth was filled with hot piss until it started dripping out. “Swallow.” I tried to swallow, but it caused me to choke and lose most of it. “You fucking bitch, I told you to swallow.” I was kicked in the balls and told not to mess up again. He pissed straight in my mouth, making me swallow it as quickly as I could. Number 1 stood there and muttered, “Damn.” As number 2 finished his piss, he looked down and said, “Thank me for your drink.” I looked at him, wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, but again, my words were not mine. “Thank you Sir for pissing on my face and letting me drink it. I’m sorry I spilled it, I will do better next time.” Both guys started to laugh and number 1 said, “Fuck, this is so disgusting. I think I want to try it. Get your mouth over here bitch. I want you to drink me, but don’t you get me wet.” I maneuvered so that I had my head tilted backwards, my mouth just under his cock head. He started pissing right away and number 2 was getting it all on video. I managed to swallow most of his piss, with only a few mouths full spilling. After they were done, they both got dressed. Number 2 gave number 1 his email asking for the video of me taking his cock and cum. He even told number 1 he could make some money posting the movie. Number 1 looked at me, and said, “I think this bitch is going to be making some people a lot of money.” Number 2 left, and number 1 leaned back against the sink, looking at me sitting naked on the floor, still leaking cum from my ass and piss dripping from my face. “You better get dressed, before some more guys come in here. Unless you want more guys already?” I looked at him, silently, and grabbed my shorts. I slid into them and stood up. He threw my shirt to me and said, “Dry your face.” I dried my face and did not take my eyes off of him as he walked up to me. “I’ll be sure to see you around Joey. I think I’m going to be making some fine use of that boy pussy you got there. And, I think I have some guys who might like to use it too.” He looked at his watch, “Damn it’s almost 11:00, got to run to class. I’d keep a close eye on Yeti today, if I were you. I think there’s already one video of our meet and greet earlier. I think there’s gonna be another one pretty soon of you spreading your ass for my cock.” I started to say something when he stuck a finger over my mouth. “Shut up, Joey.” He looked at me and something in his eyes chilled me to the bone. His words burned deep into me, “Keep fighting boy, I am enjoying your pain.” Suddenly, his eyes flared and he lightly touched his lips to mine and I felt a searing, burning touch from them. Deep in my mind, a brief image flashed of a red face and horns, laughing. Suddenly, I was slapped hard across the face. “Don’t you ever try and kiss me you fucking queer. I’ll break your neck if you do that again.” He turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Have had similar fantasies about being roofied and gangbanged. I don't want to be passed out though. I want to know what's happening the entire time...just not able to do anything about it.