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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”

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

Friday night.... before I left for the baths... I had filled the pipe with most all the dust and small bits that remained from the supply.... when I got to the club, ...I hit the deck, I was the only out there... landed on a lounge and lit up... got three really good hits/clouds ..... dropped back and stared at the sky... for how long I have no idea.... head was filled with clouds... feeling fukn amazing... I slowly managed to tune back in, went downstairs.. dropped the pipe and lighter in my locker then went to the basement..... straight to the back room.... a couple of guys passed and one rubbed my ass... I stopped and dropped to surrender mode and gave him full access... he led me over to the back bench and pushed me over... my hands on the bench, ass out, he teases my hole with his dick then lubes me... he slides in... fuck.... I know I'm moaning .. he slow fucks me... I'm braced against the wall.... he just fucks me.... slow steady.... I feel a hand on my dick .. t dick... don't care... just fuck me.... I feel him shallow fucking ... he's holding my waist........... picking up speed,... fuck.... plows my hole... he groans loud and shoves in.... my first load............. I head back upstairs to shower... a medium sized Asian guy stops me ... asks if I want to go to his room... I say yeah and follow back downstairs.. ... he gets me on my back on the bed... pushed my legs back and drives his tongue into my ass... still wet with lube and cum... he's eating me deep.. he gets back up then shoved his dick in... fucking thick meat.. he fucks hard... reaches over and crushed my tits.. I groan loud.. he twists and pulls on my tits... FUCK!!.... he pulls out and gets me on my knees ... he shoves back in... he's using the old lube, his spit and the cum as lube... fucking me hard and fast... pushed me down on the mattress. slides back in... he's wailing on me.. pulls out, spits on my ass, then shoved back in. ........ Damn... pulls me back on my knees... he eats my ass again........ shoves some fingers in... twists and works my ass... pulls out and his dick is back... he's moaning... fucking fast............. he yells fuck........ slams in pulls back slams in........... he stops... I can feel his thick dick throbbing in my ass..... he pushes me back down on the bed..... he's lying on me.. his dick still throbbing... he's biting my back.... He slowly pulls out.......... tells me to stay there... he'll be right back............ he leaves me alone in his room .... I just lie there.. feeling my hole.. leaking cum.... A few minutes he comes back...... he's got another Asian guy with him........ this one's heavier, got a thick dick.. longer than the first one.... he has me sit up and drop back on the bed... pulls my legs up and fingers my soggy hole.... he grabs a lube bottle and squirts it straight into my hole....fingers my ass again.. pushes my legs as far back as possible... shoves his meat in... FUCK!! this one I can feel ....deep..... he slams my ass... leans in and kisses me ........... he tastes like cum.... fucks me non-stop... asks if I like it... I groan yes... fucks like a machine... hard steady deep .... .. I'm lost in this.... he's hitting every spot in my ass... damn............ he asks if I want his cum.......... do I like his dick............ if I'm a whore.... I say yes to everything.......... he fucks faster... calling me his whore... he slams deep and is telling me I'm his whore.... he slows down... slides in deep.. kisses me again...his tongue all over my mouth... he pulls out and tells me to stay... he leaves ... I am down on the mattress.. face up,,, legs over the edge.... fingering my leaking hole.... I taste whats coming out..... pure cum.............. Several minutes pass.. I'm out of focus... tuned out.. fingers up my hole.... the door opens .. the first guy is back with a maybe 40 y.o. white guy... the new guy says to get on my knees... he turns me to the side.. climbs on the bed... pushes my shoulders down and slides his dick in... thinner dick but really good fucker............ he fucks me standing.... hits my hole at every angle.... milking my prostate.... I'm leaking quarts.... he gets back off the bed.. pulls me to the edge and fucks............... steady fucks............. pulling my waist... he slows.... riding just the cock-head....... shoves back in and stops............. holds me in position for several minutes.....grinding his crotch on me, waving his dick around in my ass... he slowly gets soft and pulls out.... he says thanks then leaves the room.... I drop onto the bed..... fucking wiped-out.... the door opens and the first guy is back with another guy.... I say that I'm dried out.. need water.... they both ask me to stay... I get up... and stagger to the door... I really need a break... they say okay.... I head back upstairs to shower and drink some water..... a very long shower..... Head back to the deck to crash and dry..... land on a lounge.... no one else there.... I tune out.... Next I feel a dick on my face..... I open my eyes and sort-of focus on a guy standing next to me.. his dick two inches from me.... I lean in and take his dick..... nice thick meat.... 6-7" ... smooth.... I work on his dick ... he leans in and reaches down between my legs.... finger straight to my ass.... he shoves a finger in.... I lift up for access... he works my ass hard with his finger.... I feel untrimmed nails... he shoves another finger in..... pulls my ass higher with his fingers.... fucking me with his fingers... trashing my hole.... I'm moaning during all this... eyes closed... giving in.... giving him as much access as I can..... he has more fingers in.... fucking me raw with his dry rough fingers and nails.... he leans in and asks me if I'm high..... I know I smile, moan, and try to nod with his dick down my throat.............. He pulls out.. tells me to get up and we go over to the table with benches.... I kneel on a bench and lean over the table.... he shoves his fingers back in.... dry fucking me ............. he asks if I want his cock. YES SIR!!!!!!!!!..... how badly.............. PLEASE FUCK ME!!!..... he opens a packet and spreads lube on his dick and on my ass...... he lines up and slides in..... I am so fucked up now..... he's sliding in as I'm backing on to his dick....he rides me .............. calls me a fucking tweeker........ asks if I have more.... NO SIR!!!!..... he says he wants to see me slam.... he fucks me ..... hard fucks........ he gets me up on the table top.. legs off the edge.... fingers my ass again.... spreads my hole open..... slides his dick back in with his fingers still in me..... he's fucking me hard..... spreading my ass open with his fingers.... fucks fast...... calling me a fucking pig..... ... he says that he's giving me his load......... he says he's fucking up my fucked up ass... says here it comes you fucking pig...... he slams in .... says FUCK YEAH!!! DAMN YOU'VE GOT A HOT ASS.........long pause and heavy breathing.... he pulls his dick out.... his fingers are twisting in my hole.... he adds more fingers.... he adds more lube..... he tells me to relax and push out............ I brace.. slow my breathing ... I push out .... he pushes in..... oh fuck.......... he pushes and turns his hand...I rexal my hole and breath..... slowly he pushes in... I feel his hand passing through my hole....... I can feel my ass rest around his wrist ............. FUCK........... he says again..... DAMN HOT ASS!!!!!!!!.... I feel another pair of hands on my back... but don't look up.... just feeling fucking filled .. head and body with his hand..... he turns his hand and I can feel his fingers spread around my ass.... I hear another voice ask the guy in me if he knows me.... he says that he recognizes me... from where he doesn't say..... He slowly pulls his hand out...... oh fuck............. I groan very load as he pulls all the way out...... my ass fills with cool air..... he tells the 2nd guy that my hole is wide open and ready for his dick.... I push up and sit back on my calves..... head down.... head spinning... body empty... damn..... the 2nd guy gets up on the table and sits in front of me.... his dick in my face.... I take his dick down my throat..... he's already close... seems soon that he's pumping his load down my throat......I'm gagging on his dick but want every drop.............. I pull back.... I finally see him.... nice looking black guy.... little chubby.... he's smiling at me..... I lean back .. eyes closed..... he gets up and walks away.. I drop back onto the bench.... Catch my breath then head downstairs..... more water........ need to break..... I have no sense remaining and head to the basement... just want to lie down.... head to the backroom.... land on one of the pads and tune out...... then another hand on my ass.... he fingers my hole... still very wet, filled with cum..... he climbs up, kneels between my legs and slides in as he leans in over me....... another slow steady fuck.... I raise my ass...... he's on his knees steady fucking me..... running his hands all over my back.... finally holds my hips and picks up speed.... he pulls out and slams back in several times... finally bottoming out and holding............. I can hear him breathing very loud through the music............ he pulls out.. slaps my ass and walks away.... I begin to lie flat again but another hand is on my butt..... he runs his fingers down my ass crack.... pausing at my hole..... teases my wet spot..... he pulls me so that my ass is hanging off the edge, my knees on the pad.... my head is down at the edge of the pad and the wall.... he teases my hole with his finger and his dick for a couple minutes..... he pushes my ass down a little.... I feel his dick slide in.... he goes balls deep.... then holds in place...... he reaches over and grabs my nips.... just squeezing my tits.. twisting .. squeezing.... He begins to fuck..... my head is filled with dick.............. damn............ long slow fuck............. nothing said............. I do feel other hands on my ass..... fingers at my hole..... feeling my dick..... he keeps me in position and just fucks... talking to another guy sometimes but I'm not paying attention.... When he's done... he pulls out and finger teases my hole again..... I can feel cum running down my leg..... he says thanks and leaves... I get to my feet very slowly..... I see two more guys in the room with me but need water.... they both grab my ass as I pass them.... I almost stop ............ head back up to the shower and water...... Back up to the deck.... no one else...... I crash again for a while..... once I am able to calm down I get back downstairs.... few people now..... also already after 4:30a.... seemed to be only a couple of hours..... but over 6 hours..... I shower then the steam-room....sit quietly.... one visitor but I'm out.... Shower again then to the locker to dry and get dressed.... somehow I knew that I have to be at work soon........... left at 5a.... Fuckn pipe.................. (To Moderators.... please do not edit this..... my thoughts.. my story..... thanks....)

I met him in 2009. He had been in the country for five years, living in NYC but had recently moved to San Francisco. The second I saw his big, veiny, uncut cock on BBRT, I knew I had to get it in my cunt. I liked his status, which was listed as poz + other. The only status which turned me on more was do not care. We met at the hot tubs on Van Ness Avenue. I liked the place as I could fuck and not worry about getting blood on the sheets or piss on the rug, which would be the case if I got fucked at home. I didn't ask what the other in his status was, it really didn't matter. I fucking wanted it - I wanted every fuckin' thing he had. That cock didn't disappoint, it was a thing of beauty: thick, long and shiny. It flopped out of his suit pants, hard and dripping. He bent me over and rammed it home. I was being used like a hole, just like I wanted it. My insides were being torn up. By the time this fuck got sloppy, I would be lubed-up with a mixture of his precum and my blood. My whimpers turned into begging as we were running out of time. I begged for his poz load. The sheets and my ass were soaked with pink froth, my cunt was a hungry gaping hole. He was piston-fuckin' to get his nut. Softly he whispered in my ear "You want my strain, pig?"

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

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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!

Your work is awesome. Please just go on like you think. I love this story and came multiple times. Just wanted to give feedback and be honest.

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It's all true in kimhore's original topic. However, two years ago I moved from a big(ger) city to a small town (not by choice). There are no gay bars, cruising areas, saunas or gay organisations/clubs (like book clubs etc.) here. So if you're horny and want quick sex those are not an option. Online is the only possibility here. Unfortunately. But it works so far, with a lot of hits and misses though. I do miss cruising in the park. Or going to a bar and cruise the crowd. Although now that I am older I'd probably wouldn't get as many connects there as in the past. But it would still be horny. Oh well, this is how it is now. Better get used to it. Guys in bigger cities can probably still go the old fashioned way and cruise. For many in smaller towns or more remote areas that option has all but disappeared.

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!

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

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

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

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

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.

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!

DP is hot, loved reading this. The first time I was double fucked I was not expecting it. I was at a sex party, about ten guys in the living area, with a mattress on the floor, thick carpets, fireplace, sound system and a couple of couches. Really nice set up. A top who had been fucking me on the mattress rolled off. The host appeared, holding a syringe, and inserted it into my hole. I was on my back, with my butt propped up on a pillow, so he had easy access. He explained that he was giving me a booty bump, a mix of water and tina. He didn’t stealth me, but he didn’t ask for permission, either, he just did it. Soon I felt an extra warmth in my hole and ass, it was a different sensation than other ways I’d taken it. Once he pulled out the syringe he played with my cock for a while, slowly stroking. We made out, him sticking his cock in my mouth, but making sure I stayed in position so everything was absorbed. After a while he took a set of heavy steel anal beads that I hadn’t noticed he had nearby and started to insert them, again just doing it, but explaining what was happening. I was really in his grip, and getting hornier and harder as all this went on. The sensation of the beads was awesome. He told me to get up and walk around, which I did, and again, the weight of them felt really good. The end of the string and the metal tab at the end dangled from my ass, and I liked being on display as I went around the room, with guys talking about the beads, touching me and a couple fingering my hole. After a while I went back to the mattress and he fucked me, as did several other guys, at his urging. The tops talking to each other about my hole as they penetrated me totally excited a primordial part of my brain. I was leaking precum like crazy, and one of them fed it to me. Later, when I was back on the mattress, enjoying the glow of drugs and sex, suddenly and without warning, THE HOST PULLED THEM OUT VERY HARD AND VERY FAST! Hot holy fuck, one of the most intense experiences ever. My entire ass as well as my hole were warm and throbbing. It didn’t hurt at all. Later, I was on top of a guy while getting fucked, kissing him. The host came up behind me, I felt something warm press against my hole, I opened up and and his 8-inch dick went in alongside the other one. No pain, just very full, and once everyone was settled the two got in to a rhythm of rutting my ass. It lasted a while, maybe 15 minutes. More deep pleasure, mentally and physically. Later, I wondered if he had planned the booty bump, beads and dp ahead of time, or just decided to take the opportunity. I suspect that he did intend it all, especially since he booty bumped me first. Knowing my submissive nature, he figured I would go along. And he was right.

Went to the baths in Providence last night. Figured a Friday night should be fun and it was! Pimped out a muscle boy who just wanted to kneel and swallow as many cocks as he could. The group that formed around us was getting too big, so I left and walked around. A few minutes later, I passed the kid on his way to the bathroom and couldn't help noticing that his entire face and neck were coated in cum that was turning to liquid and beginning run. I know the feeling, how hot it is to be marked like that. I nodded and smiled. Fucking hottie! In the sauna, I was sitting on the upper bench, not much was going on. I didn't really notice the big guy sitting below me until, out of the blue, I felt his hairy arm under the back of my leg. He was reaching up and put his big paw around my cock. No fumbling from below, it was like he had perfect aim in the dark. There's something incredibly sexy when big guys are gentle (or small dudes are rough?!). We went back to his room and he did something really sexy that I should remember. I was kneeling on the bed, showing him my ass. He reached under my balls (hairy forearm felt amazing all over again) and pulled my cock back. When he pulled it farther than it wanted to go, I had no choice except thrusting my ass way back and up in the air. Duh! That gave him total access to my hole, and that fucker took full advantage! Rimming, teasing the outer edge, sliding a lubed finger inside, and by that time he must have felt me flexing on him. He actually asked, "You want me inside you, don't you." Ok, I guess it was more observation than question. He fucked the cum right of me--no hands. Love that! I could feel him pumping a load inside. He was so gentle pulling out, and then he patted me on the ass and was gone. I was in heaven.

Rawboyz, It's been a while since I've added a new post. So here goes... I've been to meeting lately with guys in theirs 20s that love daddies and love bareback sex. You, rawguys, know I have sex with younger guys as a rule. Bare play time is phenomenal!! Young, hung, and full of cum is the NORM! I love our play time. These guys are becoming regular fuckbuds. But I find we are going deeper. They want more romance and cuddle time as well as hot bb sex. I wonder whether one or other will turn into a raw BF. My age - 52. Love can happen with a guy of any age, older or younger. Anyone else run into something similar? A raw BF who plays together with me and others would be ideal now in my life. Happy barebacking!

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

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.

Rawboyz, You've heard me rail against Cumunion parties in Toronto. Mostly miss than hit in my humble opinion. Any ideas of how to make Cumunion parties better in your cities?? One idea I can think of right now is for the bb boys to have, let's say, the glory hole area at Steamworks Toronto (the biggest dark space) to be the designated area for bb action. Better advertising too. Happy barebacking! Cum SLURPIES as well!

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

There is a tremendous demand and interests on dad son porn, just looking at the number to Tumblr blogs devoted to this topic. The number of gay porns or even studios making dad son/man twink/old young porn is increasing. However, most of the dad son/man boy porns or plots suggesting such physical and power difference, such as those made by Icon Men or Phoenix studio are all safe sex (even with the title like "Breed me Daddy", Duh!) Even the Nakedsword's new series Secret&Lies make Rocco Steel wear condom. WTF??? And finally when you find bareback Daddies Boy porn, the boys are almost as old as the daddies or as big physically as daddies, really lost the essence of this theme. So far the Phoenixxx studio's porn has the best Man Twink physical matches, but all it only produce safe sex porn. Men.com has some very erotic plots yet again, it is another safe sex porn studios. Recently a few studios produce bareback dad son porns, but unfortunately, the porn stars in these porns are not as attractive. Why is it so difficult? Where can we find good Dad/son Bareback porns?

The thought of being the bottom in this situation, with lots of verbal abuse, pictures being sent out as they recruit more tops, being pushed around from one position to another, that gets me hard as hell.

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.

Fuck I did not see that auto correct changed Sarah Palin to Sarah Palin - FUCK

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Look what I had last year Managed to get more and create a devil's dick - had it up my ass until it melted

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.”

Sounds like we have a cumdump in training, we never realize what we truly want until it happens, great story hope there is more of the story coming