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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”

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?"

(This is my first story - hope all errors are corrected and everyone enjoys) The longer I drove around searching for the house, the harder my cock got in my shorts and being that I didn’t wear underwear my shorts had a huge pre-cum spot on them when I did find it. The house was hidden from the road by overgrown trees, shrubs, and weeds; what led me to the house was an old faded, rusted mailbox with a bright yellow scorpion with a small red biohazard symbol painted inside its body. Turning into the drive way, my cock pulsed even more pre-cum into my shorts as well as onto my leg. Once the overgrowth cleared, I got my first view of the house and it was close to being condemned. All the windows were blacked out, the paint on house was peeling away and in places the wooden siding was falling off, yet oddly enough the front door looked to have been freshly painted in a bright red, and painted in the lower right corner was a yellow scorpion which more-or-less matched the scorpion painted on the mail box. I didn't notice, however, if this scorpion was pictured with a biohazard symbol, but somehow I would bet money on it that it did. Parking off to the side, my legs began to shake, perhaps out of fear but also perhaps out of excitement stemming from my anticipation of what was about to happen. Taking a bottle of poppers out of the middle console, I twisted the top off, shoved it under my nose and took a deep hit, not once but twice. I felt my body relax and my mind drift. I shut off my car, opened the door and stepped out in to the hot summer air. As I walked to the front door, my cock pointed the way pumping out more pre-cum, by the time I climbed the three stairs and was standing in front of the red door, the spot on my shorts was the size of a grapefruit. I knocked three times and waited. I could hear movement from inside the house and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Not knowing how much time had really passed I knocked again. Again I heard some motion inside the house, as a voice called out "Fuckin’ heard you the first time!!!” I stepped back as the door began to swing open. Staring back at me from inside the door was a older man, if I had to guess I would say about 65, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, that looked as if they were just as old as he was. You could tell that in his prime he was muscular, but time had taken a toll on him: his skin was wrinkled and sagging, and his chest was blanketed by a coat of white fur that tapered down to a trail that disappeared into the waist of his boxers and exited each leg, covering them in an even thicker blanket of fur. “I was looking…” I said, but he cut me off abruptly. “I know why you are here, you know why you are here” he said, as he turned, letting go of the open door and started walking back into the house. Turning again he motioned for me to follow. I did not hesitate. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside: wallpaper was half hanging off the walls, plaster was cracked and in some places missing. I followed him into a room just to the left of a staircase that looked as if it would come crashing down if anyone attempted to climb it. He crossed half the room and turned before sitting in an old chair, as he did his cock poked through the fly of his boxers. He was uncut and as I got closer I could see that his foreskin completely covered his head. I could not help but stare. His cock was twitching, and looked as if it was growing and thickening. I watched as it continued to exit his fly and stretched out a good 8 inches and yet the foreskin still covered the head. I bet there was another two inches inside the boxers. I couldn’t help by rub my own hard cock as I watched. “You looking for mild exposure, moderate, strong or extreme exposure?’ he asked as he ran his hand across his chest and down his stomach. His hand did not stop until he had gripped his cock. He pulled back the foreskin some to expose the tip of his head. “Extreme,” I replied, licking my lips. “I thought so,” he whispered as he stood, still holding his cock. With his free hand he reached under his cock and into his boxers pulling out his balls and started to walk away telling me to follow him. We left the room and started up the staircase. The only sound I heard was the creaking of the staircase as we made our ascent. As we climbed the staircase, I could see he was slowly stroking his uncut cock. My mind raced as I asked myself 'Is this man going to slide his cock into my hole and expose me?' My cock throbbed, rubbing against my leg and shorts. Once we were at the top, he went over to what looked like a light switched and flipped it on and off four times, then left it on. What it controlled was no where to be seen. Opening a door next to the switch, we entered a dark room. Only after he flipped another switch did a red light come on so I could see I was in a very small room, each was of which was covered in mirrors. In the center of the room was a black wooden box, about a three feet high, three feet long and only wide enough for a torso to fit. Secured to the floor, one to each corner of the box was a pair of leather cuffs. The sole word 'Fuck' popped in my mind. “Strip, put your clothing into the box and lay on top.” I was out of what little I had been wearing before he had completed his sentence, as instructed, putting the items in the box. No sooner was I done when he pushed my back, so my chest and stomach were resting on the box. His hand slid down my back and continued down my ass crack until he reached my cock and balls. Wrapping his hand around them pulling them out from under me until they were pointing down the side of the box. He quickly worked to secure each of my legs in the cuffs. Afterwards I tried to move them, but saw I only had about an inch of play. Clearly I wasn’t going any where. He did the same to my arms. There was no turning back now. Bending down next to me, I could feel his hot breathe in my ear as he grunted "Now the fun begins." With these brief remarks he turned, left the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Anyone else really turned on by the thought of me & a few other tops holding down a hot smooth bottom and raping both of his holes all night long? Use him & abuse him like the (sub)human sperm bank he is. NO safe word, NO mercy, NO lube. Make him scream. Make him struggle.

I stumbled back to my condo still trying to wipe the chunks of cum from my face and hair. No wonder the folks at the farmer’s market shook their heads as I did my walk of shame. Saturday morning started like every other day of the week. Up at 3:30, have some coffee, watch the news, hit the sex sites to see who’s around and chat a little with some friends and fuck buddies, then by 5:30 head out for a walk, except today I was not walking to work, but just around the neighborhood. Almost every morning when I head out I see a guy who works for the local business improvement district organization either picking up trash, or setting up the chairs and picnic tables at the little park up the block. It’s really an old parking lot, but they have done a nice job of making it a center of the neighborhood with tables, chairs, a small stage, a monthly ‘fair’, farmer’s market on Saturday mornings, and more. The guy is about my age, but a bit taller, slim, black guy, and always greets me with smile, wave, and a little chat whenever we cross paths. One day when I stopped after just moving to the neighborhood to ask how he was he seemed very appreciative as I guess most folks just ignore him and his crew. That’s too bad. He’s the Boss, and explained to me how his group of guys work hard, outdoors, all day long, trying to make our neighborhood a better place. What’s even more awesome are their stories - they are all ex-cons, homeless, or come from some other troubled background. But they’re out there, every day, working hard for a paycheck that I am sure is a pittance compared to what they might make dealing drugs or doing some other illegal shit. This morning as I walked past the south side of the park/parking lot, I noticed the large metal doors on the shipping containers were all open and the Boss’ truck was parked in its usual spot, but I did not see him. They have placed 3 large, old metal shipping containers on the west end of the lot that they use for storage of equipment, supplies, and one as a small office/place to to take a break for the guys. The shipping containers are even painted with a map, name of the neighborhood, and more, and are an awesome piece of art in themselves. Anyways, I continued on my walk and about 20 minutes later circled back around and came back to the lot from an alley on the north side. It was barely the edge of dawn, so all I could make out was a tall, dark shadow standing in the corner behind one of the open doors, so I walked closure to see who it was. It was the Boss. The Boss was leaning against the side of the shipping container with his right arm extended out and above his head holding himself up, hidden from the street by the open, metal door. His left hand was on his dick as he shook it, then stroked it, then shook it again like it was misbehaving. About 10 feet away I caught the sweet and tangy pungent smell of a strong strain of 420 - fuck in DC everybody’s got a joint in their pocket or smoking when and where they want, so I was not surprised, and I inhaled deeply and savored the armona. I don’t smoke myself, but there is just something about a top man who does….hmmmm! I was about 5 feet from the Boss man now when he finally turned, let go of the container, took the blunt out of his lips with his right hand as he continued to alternately stroke/shake his dick, and as he saw me he said, “Fucking Christ! My dick can’t decide if I need to nutt or piss like a race horse and I feel like I got to do both at the same time.” I could relate - I had been fucked a few times by monster dicks that made me feel the same way. “Oh fuck it,” the Boss man said as he stuffed his semi-hard dick back into his pants, hit his blunt, then walked around the open door and stomped into the container. I pondered, wondered, and my hungry ass decided - yeah I’d follow. I walked around to the front and peered into the inky darkness. Fuck! You couldn’t see shit inside, but then his blunt flared bright red and orange and I heard him cough and exhale. “Yo man, you like dick don’t you?” the Boss’ voice echoed against the metal walls, “My girl’s Chia Hole is closed for business - so she says - cause she’s about ready to pop another youngin and I need to nutt something fierce and get my gutta swag on - feel me?” Yeah, so maybe being the pushy bottom I am I had dropped a few comments and hints here and there over the past months about ‘my fuck buddies made sure I had a ROUGH night’ etc…, but had never really come out and told him, “I’m a dick sucker.” In the dark I could not see what he was swinging but who the fuck cared! I was a dick hungry pig looking for some gutter pig slop and this BBC BOSS was offering - hell yeah! I paused as I stepped up into the metal shipping container, still not able to see much beyond the first few feet except the red hot glow of the tip of his 420 blunt. I inched forward, he coughed, laughed, I heard a zipper, felt the heat wave from his lungs of smoke, and took another step. I paused, looked behind to the street and wondered if anyone driving by could see inside, but then realized fuck no. Another step and the Boss’ hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, his palm warm and clammy. He roughly pulled my hand to his now hard dick and I sighed a little in wonder as I felt how long and thick it was. FUCK YEAH! I kneeled and worshipped his monster black rod with my wet mouth - sloppy toppy dick suck! I had just started gagging and deep throating him when the Boss said, “Bend the fuck over, I need to dig some ass out.” No question about status, no mention of condoms, no fucking preamble about playing safe - just raw gutta dick getting his swag on. Of course I obeyed without hesitation and gasped as the behemoth slab of man steak punched into my fuck hole and worked it open with nothing but some 420 spit to lube the way. The Boss fucked like a pro - a man who had been in 1,000 pussies - male and female version - and knew just where to dig and how to tickle the ivories. “WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT AT? WHERE YOU WANT ME DROP THIS LOAD?” the Boss man asked. Before I could reply he said, “I DONT GIVE A FCUK - GONNA SHOOT MY HOT LOAD UP THAT WETT HOLE - SLOPPY PUSSY - READY FOR THIS GUTTA SWAG NUTT - YES IT IS - WETT AND OPEN - LIKE A FUCKING WHORE PUSSY! BEEN SO FUCKING LONG SINCE I BE SLIPPIN AND SLIDIN IN SOME GUTTA PUSSY - BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU IS - AINT IT? GUTTA SNIPE PUSSY HUNGRY FOR THIS SWAG DICK!” Hell yeah, what could I say to all that? As my BBC fucker picked up his pace a voice echoed from outside the metal shipping container, “Yo Boss man, we gots the tables set up, now’s we going to - HOLY FUCK _ WHOA….” One of the other crew members had stepped around the open door and shone his flashlight into the dark container, illuminating the sinful acts going on within. Boss man piped up, “STEP UP IN YOUNGIN - SEE HOW A REAL MAN FLOODS THAT BACK DOOR, FUCKS DEEP EM THEM GUTS - GETS THAT GUTTA SWAG GRIME FUCK ON!” The other guy was all shadows, his body outlined against the faint morning light shining through the door as he stepped into the container, his boots creating thump thump echoes. I watched as he got closer and the Boss continued bang fucking my ass, then another shadow appeared, and then a third. Fuck! “GATHER ROUND BOYS, GOT US A WILLING MOUTH AND ASS. TIGHT FUCKING PUSSY TO BANG THE SHIT OUT OF. HOW LONG WE GOT NOW TIL FOLKS ARRIVE? OH THEY ALREADY STARTED? FUCK HELL, MAKE IT QUICK THEN, NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME, MY BALLS READY TO BURST - OH HELL FUCKING YEAH! CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT HOLE, BREEDING IT GOOD! FUCK I NEEDED THAT - WHO’S NEXT?” With that the Boss quivered one last time, pulled out making me gasp and headed back to the front of the container as another of his crew jammed his sharp dick in my slicked hole, and the two others stood over my face, jacking their dicks. I squinted my eyes shut as the scalding cum streamed across my brow and dripped down through my lashes. I murmured in pleasure as the crew member fucking me grunted and bloated my innards like a helium balloon as he bred me raw with a gallon of BBC sperm. Just as he wrapped up the third and final crew member shot his load onto my cheek and across my head; chunky gobs spitting and settling into my hair as he shook the final drops out. Without another word they pulled out, zipped up, walked away, as I was left alone in the dim shadows to try to pull myself together. I wiped my face the best I could, and ran my fingers through my hair pulling away streams of fibrous man seed. Fuck! I only had a t-shirt on and could not find anything laying around so wiped my hands on my pants, cleaned myself up the best I could and stumbled to the front and open door. I stepped onto the pavement, my legs wobbly, and looked side to side. There were two crew members to my left who smiled, nodded, and then the Boss man walked between them, stepped close and said, “You look like a sloppy street whore with all that nicca cum all over your face. Good. Get your ass back here tomorrow, a little earlier, maybe I’ll let my some other guys on the crew fuck you too - or maybe I’ll just pimp that tight white ass some homeless fuckers from up around 7-11 or the park.” I smiled, shuffled away, and bashfully held my head down as the few farmers that had arrived early snickered and stared as I made the walk of shame. The morning sun glistened off the man nutt coating my hair and face, my ass was wett, my guts stretched, and I was hungry for more.

Visited my favourite sauna last week on naked day. Stripped off and headed to the basement. Pitch black down there so all you can do is feel anonymous naked bodies. Reached the bench on the far wall. There was a skinny body with a long cock and a big PA in the end. After a a few minutes sucking it hard, I bent forward and he got off the bench and slid his cock in me. Fortunately, I had lubed up in the changing room, so it just went in smooth and he offered me poppers and fucked me slow. I could feel the ring in me and wondered if it was doing any damage. After a while, he says he doesn't want to cum, pulls out and lays back on the bench. I sucked his slimey cock, still bent over and someone gets behind me. Nice thick cock pushes into my swollen hole. I reach back and feel it is condomless. Thrusts nicely into me as I suck the cock and tongue the PA. After a while he grunts and I feel him spurt. After he pulls out, the man on the bench fingered my hole. "Dripping, huh?" He said. "Feels good to get that first load, doesn't it?"

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.

I thought about describing each one in detail, but I find when I read that this gets a bit repetitive. It certainly does when I write. I also think that this girl is more of a numbers queen, quantity over quality, so she goes into a trance, and doesn't remember the details apart from a few memorable ones. I really like it when girls can't remember all the guys they've fucked. Still, will try to find a balance between details and speed :-) Thanks for the comments. I hope you've all spilled some seed thinking about this. Any women still reading? I know @sexilexxie was earlier :-)

Seems like the older guys sort of like going thru the motions of being tricked. I don't know if they are acting-out or just give into the idea when they get hot. But always surprised at how easy it is to do a younger dude. Here's one for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer....18/19 or some such. I looked forward to it for several years and sort of strange how I always knew I'd get him some day but never felt in any hurry - he's sort of young for his age. But he was out of town this summer and planning on college in the fall so it was time. Think he had just a little experience - wasn't as nervous about it as if it was his first ever time, but definitely needed some lessons. Anyway, lots of sessions starting in June and it was fun plus nice having some nearby. We "forgot" ourselves a few times and barebacked, and pulled the old trick many more. So he leaves for school in late August but keeps in touch by email and I get to hear a little about his love life....not slutting around a lot but getting some at Ohio State....he talked about most as regular school buds but there was one guy I didn't get details on and sort of think that was "love" and was an older guy. The tone of his e-mails sort of changed in late November, he had something to tell me when he was home for Christmas, etc. Had me guessing that he had his test results and was wondering if he figured-out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school. That was it - and you wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was to listen to him pouring out his story - feeling all pumped inside but having to act serious and sorry. I gave him all kinds of good advice, etc. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after knowing that he's poz!!!!!! BUT THE GREATEST THING: To keep my cover, course we'd be safe. He'd never topped me during the summer but got into it a little at school so he did me a couple times. Then the day after Christmas we had a nice long session. I did him first, then he was doing me. If course I made a big production of slipping the rubber off him...telling him how much I like him, that I wanted his sperm in me - poz or not whatever would be would be. At first it sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, but he got into it fast. I was looking forward to the thought of taking back my bugs that I had seeded over the summer - thought that was going to be a real turn-on.....but what was so over-the-top. As he was working me, I could see this transformation in him: like he had never considered breeding a guy on purpose – that he was totally into being safe with his newly toxic loads. But while it's going down I could just see the ideas forming in his head - how he was getting into the idea of pozzing me - and liking it! By the time he got to the squirt strokes, I knew he had moved onto a new stage. When he shot he was past making love to his old bud - he was definitely into gifting. No words to express the pride I felt! Anyway....he'll be driving back to college this week but we're spending tonight playing together. When he left for school the first time, it was sort of hard to say goodbye. This time will be a lot more gratifying for me knowing that he's going back looking to share my gift with his buds - what a feeling!

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.

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I totally agree with you, Tallslenderguy. Well said!

I don't agree. I want it to go faster. More cock. More risk and preferably mummy and daddy involved

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

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

Fucking hot! Hope there will be more

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

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

"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.

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.

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!

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

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!

Rafaele is about 5 years older than me, and always used to flirt with me when we got together. His family and my family all played at the same tennis club, but then he moved across to the other side of the city for college, so I hadn't seen him in a while. When I called, we chatted for half an hour, catching up, and flirting again. Eventually, we got down to business, and I made him admit he had a fake ID, and then asked where he got it. He joked that he could tell me, but then he'd have to kill me. I pleaded and asked him if there was any way I could persuade him to tell me. He said he'd tell me if I sent nude photos. I said that I wouldn't do that - it wouldn't do for him to have underage porn on his phone anyway, but I could come over and show him my nude body in person. He didn't believe me, but we arranged that I'd come over that Saturday morning. He told me to try to dress "older", so he could take a photo for the ID, and he'd sort me out with something. I spent some time trying different clothes on to get the older look, doing my hair differently. Eventually I think I passed for early 20s, and left to go visit him. I wasn't dressed particularly sexy, but still seemed to attract some attention from the men on the subway. That gave me ideas, but I put them to the back of my mind for now. When I arrived at Rafaele's house, another guy answered the door. Turns out he lived in a share house with four other college guys. I introduced myself, and he showed me in. Rafaele was in the lounge, playing xBox with the other guys. I sat down next to him, and set about distracting him by leaning into him so my breast was touching his arm. He soon lost, but didn't seem too bothered by it. We chatted a bit, then I whispered to him "so, do you want to see my naked body here, or somewhere else?". He raised his eyebrows at me, and I met his eyes. It took him a little while, but eventually he got up and said to the other guys that he was going to help me with some of my coursework. I followed him into his room. We got in, and he said got out his camera, and told me to stand against the wall for the ID shot. We took a few photos, and then he sat down at his laptop to start creating the ID. I felt a little deflated that he didn't make me "pay", but while he did it, asking me a few key questions, like how old I wanted to be, with me standing behind him and him not really paying attention, I quietly stripped down to my underwear. He finished, printed the card, and turned to see me as I was unhooking my bra, and almost fell off his chair, saying that he was only kidding about seeing me nude, and he'd give me the card for free. I told him I was serious, and asked him if he'd like to see me naked, because if he didn't want to, I could get dressed, but I'd like to fuck him, so we'd need to get naked for that anyway. Then I took my bra off completely, and tossed it at him. Flustered, he went to check the ID, and gave it to me as I stepped out of my panties. The ID was great, really convincing. I put it away in my bag, bending over at the hips to give him a good look at my bare butt and pussy lips. I turned back around, put my arms around him, placed his hands on my butt, and thanked him with a lingering kiss on the lips. He told me again that I didn't need to do this, and that my parents would kill him if they knew. I told him that I was sure they'd be fine with it, and not to worry, and that I knew I didn't have to do it, but I wanted to, and if he didn't want to, to just tell me, but if he did, to fucking be a man about it, and take what he wanted. There was a few seconds pause, and then he smiled, pulled me close to him, and kissed me hard. When we broke for air, I said "that's more like it", and he then really got into it. Soon, his shirt came off, and I ran my fingers over my first real man's chest - hairy and muscular. He went down on me, which was a first - I hadn't really thought about it with the other guys, and obviously, neither had they. Wow, what a revelation. His tongue on my clit, finger inside my vagina. I had about four orgasms, then had to stop him. He stripped off, and I saw his hard cock. He reached for a condom. I said he didn't need one as I was on the pill. He said "I guess you're not a virgin then", and I laughed, telling him he was going to be my sixth man, but my first real man, so it depends what he meant. We fucked for about an hour - he kept edging himself, to make it last longer - and I had a few more noisy orgasms. When we did it doggy style, he occasionally pushed a finger into my butt, which took me by surprise, but it wasn't a particularly bad feeling, and I'd emptied my bowels that morning and showered well, so I wasn't too concerned. I pushed back onto his finger, encouraging him. Eventually, he came inside me, and we collapsed in a heap. He put on a gown, and went to get some water, and I heard the guys cheering and whooping. When he came back, he seemed a bit red, and said that he guessed they'd heard us. I asked if he wanted them to hear us again, and he smiled. Then he asked if I'd ever done anal. I said I hadn't, but was willing to try, but he'd have to teach me what to do. He asked me when I last took a dump (that morning), and then said the only thing I needed to do was to tell him to go slower or to stop if it hurt too much. I said I would, but that I was really curious, so even if it hurt, I wanted to continue. He said maybe we'd just take a break if it hurt, and start again when I was ready. He pulled out some lube, set me in a pose with my butt in the air, and set about fingering my butt again - first one finger, then two. It felt not good, not bad, but definitely naughty, so made me horny and wet, so I played with my clit while he played with my butt. After my sphincter had relaxed, he got out a condom again. I told him I definitely won't get pregnant in my ass, and that I wanted to feel his cum inside my butt, otherwise we weren't really doing it properly. He lubed up his cock, and pressed it against my rear entrance. It hurt as it slowly went in, but I pushed back gently against him anyway. When he was all the way in, I told him to stay still for a while, as I adjusted to his size. I don't think he was particularly big, but it felt big enough in there. Once I was comfortable again, I told him that he could start. Slowly, he began thrusting, and I fingered my pussy, feeling his shaft through my pussy wall. I encouraged him to go a bit harder as I got comfortable. I fingered myself to an orgasm, which I made sure was a noisy one to entertain his friends. This time, he didn't edge himself, and told me he was ready to come in about five minutes. I told him to cum in my arse, and ... he did. The wet feeling was different to when it was in my pussy, but felt even naughtier. Afterwards, we fooled around a bit more, and he told me he had no idea I was such a slut. I smiled proudly, and told him I was planning to get much sluttier. He asked what would have happened if he had suggested I strip off in front of the guys. I said I would have been naked in front of the guys. He asked what would have happened then, and I said that I didn't know, but would like to find out. TBC

that is fine. one thing that also crossed my mint is how she handles all the cum in her pussy. would love to read more about that.

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

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.

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

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

PART 2: The BBC loads the Boss man and one of his crew shot up my ass as they got their gutta swag on were still fresh when I texted one of my DL fuck buddies and told him my hole was wett, nutted, and eager. I laughed as I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror - crusty cum streaks were blasted all over my head from the other two crew members who gave me a facial. I decided to leave their dried nutt on me and show my fuck buddy what a nasty boy I had been that morning. He loves it when my hole is freshly fucked and open, so he was going to go wild when he saw this. Thirty minutes and 10-inches later, I had another load planted in me. It didn’t take my buddy long to shoot as I told him the story of the Boss and his crew while he dicked me down. Once he left I showered, cleaned up the house a bit, jacked off and took a nap. It wasn’t a good nap though as my ass ached for more dick. Time to get out of the house and try to take my mind off the thug BBCs. No luck. I walked west, past the Wharf - a new $2 billion development along the river - followed the spur jag towards 14th Street and as I got to the railroad trestle noticed one of the guys in uniform from the business improvement district - someone who was part of the Boss’ crew. He was banging a hoe at a clump of weeds that were invading the sidewalk but he saw me out of the corner of his eye, paused, turned, rested his gloved hands on the the top of his tool and watched as I now slowly walked towards him. Was he one of the crew who nutted me/on me in the dark of the shipping container? I didn’t think as this guy seemed taller, and much bigger than the others. His gloved hands twitched as I got closer, he slowly took them off exposing his large, strong hands. He fumbled around in his pockets, pulled out a crumpled Newports box, a lighter, and inhaled a stream of hot 420 smoke. I closed my eyes and SNIFFED - fuck I love that smell. I was only a couple steps away from him when he gave me a hard look, smiled, reached down with his left hand and slowly slid it up and down the long mound forming on his left leg and said, “Grab that trash bag there for me,” and turned and stepped off the sidewalk. I bent down, not really thinking anything could or would happen out here, I mean we were on the street for fuck’s sake. Yet as I followed him the 15 feet or so towards the back wall of the train trestle/bridge, the crew man turned sideways and stepped towards his left and vanished behind the thicket of vines and branches that were fighting to take over this little corner of DC. I cautiously approached the opening, looked back and forth just to make sure there was no one on the sidewalk and felt a quick thrill as I eyed the cars speeding by on the main section of road just beyond the next bridge casement piling. I turned to the side, slid through the gap in the overgrowth, the stone of the bridge wall surprisingly cool at my back, and entered into a hidden sanctuary - a temple of lust, abuse, vice, and mayhem as testified to by the scattered needles, condoms, beer cans, cigarette butts and 420 remnants. I declined the offer of a hit when the crewman held out his smoke, and as he exhaled he said, “Careful where you step - you don’t want to run into any big black grass snakes now do you?” I took a step back and started scanning the ground frantically. I hate snakes! The guy started choking as he laughed, wasting his last hit as smoke poured out his nose and mouth, “Fuck man,” he finally got out, “You a trip.” He then unzipped his pants, let them drop to the ground, pointed at his hard dick that was was bouncing happily now that it was set free, and said, “THIS HERE’S A KENTUCKY BLACK SNAKE, BIG COUNTRY MOTHER FUCKA, DON’T BE SCARED NOW, GO ON, KISS IT, SNUGGLE UP TO IT WITH THAT MOUTH, IT WON’T BITE - YET!” I kicked at the detritus and debris littering the ground, cleared a small spot on the dry, caked earth, knelt before the BBC, and as I tasted the salty tanginess of his uncut, unwashed, cheesy dick, he sighed, put his left hand on the back of my head, and said, “HMM, YEAH THAT’S IT, OPEN THAT MOUTH, THEY SAID YOU GAVE GOOD NECK. I WANNA SEE YOU SWALLOW THAT FOOT LONG WHOLE YOU HEAR ME?” I paused, his spit covered shaft slipped from between my thirsty lips, I looked up at him and twitched in excitement as I took in the monster cock, his dark skinned torso, and saw the look in his eyes that told me I was going to get fucked. “THAT’S RIGHT,” he continued, “I KNEW YOU WAS THAT RAW DAWGING GUTTA SLUT THE MOMENT I SAW YOU COMING DOWN THE SIDEWALK AND I SAID TO MYSELF, HELL YEAH, THANK YOU JESUS, AS I BEEN RIPPIN AND RUNNING STRAIGHT THE PAST THREE DAYS AND HERE COMES JUST WHAT I NEED.” I just shrugged, adjusted my position, and returned to slurping on his ripe, dirty dick. “Hey Mr. you back here? I see your bag and shit. Hey Mr. I got to…..” The BBC crewman I was sucking held my head in place on his dick and I could not turn to see who’s voice that was and grunted in frustration - not at being held on his dick, but at the fucking interruption. Jesus! The BBC started jabbing at my mouth, silently demanding I continue, as the voice behind me said, “Oh whoa, hey Mr. I...you I… just...me and Scruff here…” I gasped for air as the crewman let my head go and stepped away, his pulsing black dick glistening with my spit. I turned and glared at the interloper when I saw it was not another BBC from the crew, but a real tall, homeless looking white guy - beard, scraggly hair, total hipster type, like 20 or so. I had seen him around before begging for cash by the Metro station and had even given him a few bucks - well the money was more for his dog, this cute mutt that he had on a leash and who even now was settling against the cool stone wall for relief. Looked like someone had gone a few rounds on the hipster’s face since I saw him last. He was bruised and cut up and it wasn’t from falling down. “Look Speedy,” the BBC crewman said, “I’m a little busy right now - well I’m about time to be, so I don’t have time to chat today. I left a bag over there with some granola bars and shit in it for you - you got what you owe me? Looking to re-up?” Speedy mumbled, fished into his pockets and started pulling out crumpled handfuls of bills. He dropped more than he held as his hands shook. He scooped up the wayward cash, along with some leaves and trash, and stepped over and handed it to the BBC, who with his pants still down, counted out the cash, handed a few bills back, then reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a white round gumball looking thing inside a plastic baggy. “Here you go Speedy,” he said as he handed it to him, “And you know where to find me tomorrow if you trying to connect for some more stash. So, before you go get wasted, you want to get up in some good ass? Its been tried and tested and the homies said that pussy took it like a pro, he won’t mind, will you?” With that the BBC cuffed me on the head and laughed. I turned and Speedy was already fumbling with his pants, I looked up and the crewman nodded his head, making it clear he wanted me to let the hipster homeless dude nutt in me. I stood up, dropped my pants, the BBC crewman sat down on an overturned, white bucket like you find on a construction site, Speedy walked up behind me, spit on his little dick, and started jabbing at where he thought my hole was. He was like 6-inches off, which was about the size of his dick too. The crewman laughed as he watched this mismatched set up, then hit his smoke, and when he opened his eyes Speedy was still trying to find my hole. Frustrated I bent over further and said, “Hang the fuck on a second, let me guide you in,” and with a few more jabs, a grunt, and a flinch on my part, Speedy’s little white dick was poking at my outer ring. “YOU A FUCKIN LITTLE SEED DEMON AIN’T YOU SPEEDY,” the crewman said, “COME ON NOW. NUTT IN THAT HOLE. I KNOW YOU AIN’T FUCKED NOTHING BUT THAT MUTT OF YOURS IN FOR FUCKING EVER - YEAH I SAW YOU YOU TWISTED FUCK - BUT HEY, NO JUDGMENT HERE RIGHT? SEE? I FOUND YOU SOME REAL PUSSY ASS TO NUTT IN. COME ON NOW. BLOW THAT WHITE LOAD UP THERE.” I thought Speedy was going to have a heart attack the way he was breathing hard and digging at me with his boney fingers like he was trying to grab on for dear life. He then made this high pierced gasping sound and I thought for sure the fucker had died inside me, but he rutted my ass once, twice, paused, shook, shook some more with a total body fit, then collapsed against me - apparently that was how hipsters came. Speedy slipped off me, stood back, I looked down and sighed as my dick had not even gotten hard from that. The crewman laughed, stood up, tossed his now finished blunt on the ground and waved his hand, “Go on now Speedy, get your mutt and get a move on.” The hipster mumbled, grabbed his dog who moaned at having to move, and they stumbled out through the brush and I was alone again with the BBC. He stroked his dick to full length as he gave me a smile of pure evil and warned, “MY SNAKE IS GOING TO BITE YOU NOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I’M SURPRISED SPEEDY COULD GET THAT DOLL DICK OF HIS HARD WITH ALL THE SHIT HE SHOOTS UP, BUT YOU JUST BETTER HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE HE SLICKED IT UP FOR ME.” I bent over, anxious to feel that long, black snake slither through my grass, but yelped when the crewman’s strong hand clamped down on the back of my neck in a vice grip, he pushed me and forward and I grunted as the breath was knocked out of me as he slammed me face down into the trash and shit on the ground. Just as he released me enough so I could take a big breath, he dropped his body onto me, slamming me back into the ground and driving his big raw dick right up my hole. I cried out in pain and he just laughed and I knew that for him, right then, I was nothing more than another piece of trash scattered on the ground. The whole scene was fucking hot - from the sound of cars zooming by several yards away, knowing I was being fucked bareback by a rough thug, to being taken under the bridge - a spot I had walked past numerous times on the way to work never thinking that someday I would be gutted in the bushes there. “YEAH FEEL THAT FUCKING SNAKE BITE! SHIT HURTS RIGHT? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME - LET ME KNOW THAT SHIT HURTS - THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO HEAR - YOU EVER HAD 11-INCHES BEFORE? NOT LIKE THIS YOU AIN’T - NOT LIKE THIS I CAN TELL YOU. RAPE YOU LIKE YOU WAS MY PRISON BITCH - RAPE THAT CHEM NUTT INTO THOSE GUTTS - YEAH DIRTY COCK-HUNGRY PRISON BITCH - FUCKING HELL WE’S GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN. COME ON NOW - YOU READY? FUCK MY NUTT! FUCK MY NUTT! AW SHIT - YEAH - AWWW SHIIIIIT - FUCK MY NUTT - AWW!!!” The crewman continued to ride my ass hard as his snake spit its venom deep up my raw ass. Brutal nasty fucker! When his balls were empty, he laid on top of me, breathing hard, then turned his head, kissed me gently on the neck and sighed as his dick slid out and he stood up. He had a big smile on his face when I stood and without asking permission I turned back around, reached behind me and grabbed his semi-hard black snake, lifted my hips up a little, and slid it back into my hole. “Push that cum in deeper,” I begged. He banged me a few times, sighed, pulled out, shook his head and said, “Fuck you’re a freak. Yeah we are going to have a fucking good time.” I must have had a pathetic look on my face because he spun me back around and grunted as he slid his dick back up my ass. “HOW DOES THAT SEX OFFENDER NUTT FEEL?” he asked. When I moaned in pleasure as he stroked my inner walls he continued, “EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE WHO CAN HANDLE THEIR DARK SIDE. CAN YOU HANDLE A NICCA’S DARK SIDE?” As I continued to moan yes and begged for him to poison my ass again, he told me his dark, taboo, and perverted fantasy and I played along, giving him what he needed, and he gave me what I deserved - another hot load deeper than the first. His pants were back up, he was hitting a fresh joint and sitting on the bucket as I knelt beside him. He kissed the top of my head, rubbed my neck, smiled when I looked at him, then asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded and he repeated that, “We like breakin backs - no limits - I’d enjoy just using you one-on-one if that’s all you can take. That’s some good ass, but fuck - if you serious, I can make sure you get more black dick and rowdy nicca nutt than you could ever handle. So one last time, you sure? If you say yes, there ain’t no going back with these fuckers, there’s rules, and risk, but you’ll love the reward.” Having convinced him, I rested my head against his strong shoulder as he kicked his right leg out, dug his cell phone from his front pocket, held the joint between his lips and texted someone. When I asked questions all he would say is, “No, it’s not the Boss.” His phone chimed, he looked at the screen, laughed, then said, “Fuck - no going back now - see - this nicca’s already thinking of what ways he can make that ass black and blue.” I flinched a little at the thought. To reassure, me the BBC crewman pulled me towards him, leaned down, and kissed me - gently at first, then with more passion, force, and desire. A door slammed, we paused, disentangled our tongues and stood up. A hulking, dark shadow blocked out the speckled light as it moved down the sidewalk, then to the side, and then squeezed through the opening at the back. “Fuck Denton, told you before this hidey-hole of yours ain’t made for a fucka my size,” the man said as he came fully into view. I thought the BBC crewman who had just used me was big; this new guy was massive - like a black, T-Rex - a Thug-Rex, and my hole squeezed a little tighter. Denton laughed, walked over, they grabbed each other’s arms then did the ‘one shoulder’ in and out hug before Denton leaned in, whispered something as he moved his hands, and then got pushed out of the way as the Thug-Rex stomped over to me and showed me how small I really was. I’m not sure what I expected but it was not him introducing himself like this was a fucking job interview as he held out his right hand and said, “Hi, my name’s Kavion. Pleasure to meet you, and you can just call me Kav.” Like Denton, he appeared maybe 5-10 years older than me, but unlike Denton who was pretty clean cut, Kav had long braids, thick full beard, and when he smiled it’s clear he had seen a few fights or something due to the gaps in his teeth and the ones he had were blinged out. I shook his hand, he crushed mine, I winced, he laughed, then before I could react he had spun me around, wrapped an arm that was as big as my leg around my neck and squeezed as his left hand yanked hard, pulling my pants down. Kav shifted until my neck was locked in the V of his arm and as he fumbled behind me, his arm muscles tightened, constricting my airway and I started to panick. I grabbed at his arms, which was like trying to unwind a python from a lamb, and then Denton was in front of me, his eyes alight with taboo desire as he whispered, “That’s it - fight him - Kav likes it when they try to run, don’t you Kav?” I opened my mouth to say something - or cry out - or fuck I don’t know what when Kav’s arm tightened a little more and then a white hot pain lanced my body like a bazooka grenade had just gone off inside me. My eyes went wide, my nostrils flared, my body stiffened in shock as Denton laughed, stroked my forehead and said, “YEAH, KAV JUST MUST HAVE PUSHED HIS 12-INCHER INSIDE THAT ASS. FUCKING HELL I LOVE THAT LOOK - THAT LOOK OF PURE FEAR - DO IT AGAIN BRO - PULL OUT AND PUSH BACK IN.” The big man obeyed and my body convulsed. The black Thug-Rex dick pummeled my nutt filled guts then just as quickly as it started, he stopped, relaxed his arm, let me gulp some air, then as I shoved off his hard rod, Denton caught me, held me up, hugged me a little, smiled, chuckled, and said, “That was hot shit.” My mind yelled NO, but my body was eager for more. Denton then grabbed my head between his hands and started kissing me hard. As he did, Kav latched onto my left arm, twisted it out and away from my body and I felt a sharp sting followed by a wicked burning sensation as he injected me with something. I immediately panicked, but they held me tight and within no more than 5-seconds the panic just faded away to nothing and I felt warm, content, awake, but relaxed, and horny as mother fucking hell! They laughed as when they let me go I reached out for both their dicks. Denton gave me one last kiss and said, “My break’s over. Kav’s going to give you a ride home and hang out with you at your place. He’s done for the day - well done working anyways - he’s just getting started on you. Like I warned you, once you start there ain’t no going going back.” My mind was a little fuddled as Denton walked away and slipped out by the back wall and disappeared. Kav shook me, “Come on. Let’s get your pants up, get you to your house. I know you live in the area, so you got your keys? What’s your address? Good - that’s good. Fuck, look what you done? You got me raging hard - just raging - well that’s OK since I plan to shred that pussy up when we get to your place. Yeah that’s right, we’re going to your place. Huh? What’d I give you? I gave you some good black dick that’s what I gave you. Now come on.” Kav guided me to his truck, buckled me in like I was a toddler, walked around the front, the truck settled as he climbed in and we headed towards my house. He reached over, his huge right hand stroking my inner thigh - I moaned and spread my legs wishing he were fucking me again. “Don’t you worry now,” he said as if reading my mind, “I’ll be stretching and banging that pussy out in no time at all. You know how many times I can shoot? At least 4 or 5 no problem.” His voice was all I could hear - his body was all I could see - his musk was all I could smell - the ache in my ass was all I could feel as we drove and he told me, “I guess Denton told you about the group right? There are some good guys on the crew - they’re all good - but well, some of them don’t need to know what they don’t need to know - you understand me? We’re sort of a group within a group - Denton, me, one of the youngins who nutted on your face this morning - hell yeah I know all about that - several others too. When there is a fresh slut option around fucking word spreads. You see me and the guys, we all been rolled up but not just for criminal shit - we’re all offenders - registered - you know sex offenders. Usually we find some crack smoking-rock star-street-whore we can get crazy with, but you close enough and you know what? You ain’t calling the cops or saying shit to no one and we’re going to give you them kids to babysit as we turn that boy ass into our private gurl pussy. You scared? You should be.” I made a dismissive sound, puffed out my chest, and bragged about how I knew dudes who had been in jail, thugs, drug dealers, what have you. Kav laughed dismissively like I was a child who just found out a stove was fucking hot when my mother yelled, “Don’t touch that!” and I ignored her. Once we got inside my condo, Kav immediately stripped, scratched his hairy balls, had me tongue bath them, let me sniff his dick, then ordered me to make him a drink and roll him a joint while he looked around and started opening drawers and closets and cabinets and scoping out whatever shit I owned. When I told him I didn’t know how to roll a joint, he punished me a little, said, “That’s a basic bitch skill and one you best get good at real fast,” before showing me how. He was surprisingly a patient teacher. I went to the bathroom to piss and when I came back out, Kav had just hit PLAY on the DVR and then guided me over to the table. There was an assortment of pills, needles, drug shit laid out and Kav ordered, “Pick your poison.” I frankly didn’t know what most of the shit was, so Kav stood behind me, his hard dick pressed against my back as he reached around me, pointing to various things telling me what it was and how it would fuck me up. In the end, Kav decided I need to learn how to smoke 420. As we hit the first joint, Kav had me strip and took his time ordering me into different positions so he could see my hole before he would reach out and smack my ass hard. The weed had kicked in, Kav put me in a neck lock again, ripped my hole open, then with me impaled on his dick he settled himself into the chair by my computer, reached around me and began typing. A few clicks, and there was a picture of Kav on the screen - I focused my eyes, read what it said, and then shook in fear. Kav neck locked me again, shifted his hips back and forth pushing his black rod a bit deeper and said, “I told you and what they caught me for ain’t nothing compared to my twisted needs, which you WILL satisfy.” A few more keystrokes on the DC Sex Offenders Registry http://sexoffender.dc.gov/ and another face popped up on the screen - Denton - the dude who fucked me under the train bridge. Christ! Look at what he got charged with! I shivered some more, Kav laughed, and each offender profile he pulled up seemed to get worse and worse, and the more my body quaked the more his big black dick bounced in excitement in my guts like it could smell my fear. What had I gotten myself into?

Very hot! I've had the pleasure of taking the first poz loads from several guys, the first of whom was a high school buddy. We were seniors in high school. I was very "out," and when he told me he was poz, I told him I was also, and anytime he needed a hole to shoot in, I was ready. It took him a couple of weeks, but he finally told me he wanted to fuck me, so that weekend we got together. The first time he was worried about cumming in me, even though I was already poz, but once he did, He gave me five loads between that night and the following morning. I also had the pleasure of giving him a couple of loads. We hooked up many more times, and I know he pozzed a couple other high school guys, and a few in college. I always tell my bottoms I'm poz, and it is amazing how many neg guys beg for my load, so naturally I always give it to them.

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

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

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