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1999 I was excited, conflicted and scared to death about buying my first house. My dad always told me that a house was a good investment, but I was having doubts. I depleted my bank accounts, spent hours on the phone and signed my name to countless documents. Apartment living had been so easy -- write a rent check once a month and you're done. It was a small, cute house in very good shape, and I only knew about it from a guy I only sorta knew from work. Tony. He lived next door to the property and knew the owner was an old guy about ready to go into assisted living. He came by my office one morning and told me I should jump on it soon. I did. Once everything was finalized, I realized this would mean living next to Tony. He was okay, I guess. My age, not bad looking, friendly -- but talked all the time. He never shut up. I had lunch with him once and managed to finish my food before he'd even taken a bite. I guess I could handle that after living in apartment building where I had to listen to my neighbors' music and smell their cooking. Only after moving in did I realize I didn't really have much furniture. I moved things all around that day, trying to make the place look like it had not just been robbed. I'd need lots of stuff eventually. I had just finished reassembling my entertainment center when the doorbell ring. My first ring in my new home. Of course it was Tony. I opened the door and saw him standing there with a bottle of gin. "Welcome Wagon! I brought you a house-warming present." "Hi, Tony. Come on in." "You look exhausted, man. Take a break." "I don't even have the TV or stereo hooked up yet. And I don't have anything to mix gin with. Maybe we can do this another time." "Nah. We'll just go sit out on the front porch and sip straight from the bottle. This is the good shit. Bombay." One of the things the original owner left behind was an iron bench that set out on concrete porch. We settled there and watched the quiet street and passed the bottle. My mind was racing with all the things I had to get done in the next three days of vacation I'd taken from work. The thoughts got less immediate with each sip. "Cable's coming tomorrow. I need to be up early or else who knows when I'll have TV or the internet." "I'm not going to keep you up too late, Ray. I don't have vacation tomorrow...unless you want me to." What the fuck did he mean by that? I'd always wondered if Tony was gay, but never bothered finding out. He was always just a pest in my mind. After the sun went down and the bottle emptied, I finally just asked him if he was gay. "Yeah. Are you?" "Probably. I'm not sure." "Not sure??? You're what? 26? Pick a side, dude." Quiet. It was early summer and the crickets were singing up a storm in my new yard. He hugged me goodnight and went back to his place. The summer grew hotter and I was finally settled in. I was adjusting pretty well and loving the quiet nights. There was a big stray cat that I fed each morning, and of course Tony was a frequent visitor as well. We arranged another 'drink on the porch night' and I sat listening to him blather on and on about nothing. "So -- you got your internet hooked up, right?" "Oh yeah, Why?" "Just wondered. What kind of stuff do you look at on the computer?" Nosy motherfucker. "Just stuff." "I look at a lot of porn and kinky stuff." I could have guessed as much. "Did you know there's a whole website catering to guys who want to have unsafe sex with other guys. Some of them WANT to get infected with AIDS and some who want to spread it?" "God. Really?" "Yeah. Check it out sometime. When we finally trade email addresses, I'll send you the link for the website. You are going to give me your email, right?" "Sure. Let me go get some paper and a pen." Under the glow of the yellow bug light, we tore the paper in half and exchanged e-mail addresses. Somewhere around the end of July I started noticing Tony's habits. He always just wore gray shorts, no shirt and was barefoot when he went to take out the trash or work in his yard. He even mowed the lawn barefoot...can you believe that? I expected he'd be toe-less by the end of the summer. Why in the world was I so intent on watching him? He wasn't exactly my type. But I loved looking at his almost naked body. One day I was straightening up my 'office' and found the slip of paper on which Tony had written the website of which he had spoken, so I took a minute to check it out. Everything was scary. I read some of the testimonials about sharing blood and semen unprotected. I was half-disgusted, and also fascinated. I kept reading, looking at pictures and watching videos. Is this what what my neighbor was into? I spent hours on that website. It started entering my dreams. The next time Tony came over to watch the baseball game, I told him I'd finally checked out his recommendation. "Well? Hot, isn't it?" I admitted it was. "Do you fantasize about getting AIDS from a man? Or wait -- do you wish you had AIDS to give somebody like I wish I did?" My instinct was to say nothing but I admitted that I fantasized about 'getting pozzed'. "Cool! This is so perfect, Ray. We can pretend. You know, do some role-play." "Hell no." "Come on. This'll be good for both of us and we'll have the fun while still being safe." With that he dropped his shorts and stood in my living room completely naked from the top of his head down to his dirty toes. "N-NO. We can't. Your my neighbor and...just no." He was, however, hardly so easily dissuaded, which was why he was already jerking his impressive penis as he urged "Come on, Ray, suck my poz cock, buddy." What the hell. I knelt down and took it my mouth. Something had been broken inside of me because I wanted this moment so bad. I couldn't even take half of it, but I kept trying to get more. It was hard to breathe as it entered my throat. He was trembling and thrusting and finally came in my mouth. It was so surprising that I loved it. "Yeah...drink up that poz seed. You're going to lick my ass next." After I swallowed, he turned around and parted his cheeks. I darted forward and kissed his anus. I licked around and around and was on auto-pilot. "Good boy. I'll do this to you tomorrow when I fuck your virgin ass at last. Keep lapping it up." And then it was over. I hadn't even realized that I'd cum at some point. My underwear was full of sticky cum. He left. I tried nor to think of it too seriously. After all, what we did was only 'play'. The next evening, I got home just in time for the sky to open, unleashing a deluge of rain. There was some thunder and harsh winds, but no lightning. I got changed and went and sat on my bench, waiting for Tony. He pulled his little red car in my driveway. He ran up to me, took off his clothes and said,"It's a great storm! Let's go play!" He apparently wanted to go run around in the heavy rain, so against my inclination I found myself peeling off all my clothes except for my jockey briefs and off we went, running though the downpour. I guess it was an impromptu game of tag or something like that. We got to the front of a foreclosed home's lawn when he finally tackled me from behind. I went down into the grass and he started mounting me while I was flat on my stomach. "STOP TONY!!! It hurts too much." "I'm getting you all bloody so my death seed will get in you faster." It was just play. So I relaxed as best as I could. I thought it would go on and on, but he finished up. He dumped his fictional infected sperm right up my ass. We were done for the night, but didn't stop playing the game. For weeks we fucked. My bed, his bed, the backyard. Yeah, I knew it was weird, but I could not get enough of him...shooting his seed into my ass. At one point, after several months of play sessions with Tony, we had to take a break as I came down with a nasty case of the flu. Real bad. Or maybe it was food poisoning. Whatever it was, it was definitely to be remembered. Tony kept coming over to check on me while I lay in bed. He would feel my forehead and bring 7-up. "The game is over, Ray." "You're telling me? I don't feel like playing for a long time." "No. The game was over before you ever joined. I've had HIV for three years. I tricked you and I'm really sorry, seeing you like this. I never got the fuck flu." I couldn't believe it. I'd been having unsafe sex with an HIV+ man for months and thinking it was harmless. "I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I need you to know I did it for both of us. I love you." I recovered just fine. He was fine. We were fine. We became a pair. Sometimes we even played like I was still negative.

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.

PART 1 I was working on a long term assignment in Louisville. Since it was long term, my employer saved money by leasing a house for me to use instead of a hotel room even the type that are suites. Several possible houses were visited before settling on a ranch style with a finished basement and 2-car detached garage. The place had a huge deck, a second smaller deck, landscaping beyond belief, and most importantly a swimming pool with the entire back yard surrounded by a privacy fence. Not a bad set up. Well, things went fairly well but decidedly different than what I was used to in Chicago. Decidedly is such an understatement. I backwashed the pool after brushing the floor and sides and letting the filter system overnight clean the water. I went back in the house going to retrieve from the kitchen an apple to eat. As I passed the top of the steps to the basement, I realized that something was amiss. I went downstairs and found that from the floor drain sewer water was backing into the combination laundry and furnace room. This had to be water from the backwash I had just done. So, early the next morning (Thursday) I placed a call to the landlord receiving the name of the plumbing company to call. I did so and arranged for first call the next day (Friday) which surprisingly was available on such short notice. Next, I notified my supervisor that I would be late arriving to work because of the plumbing issue. Since I was going to be late arriving to work the next day, I decided to see about having some fun. I went home and did a thorough flush of my own system before heading out. There is an ABS across the river in Indiana. I got there about 9:00 and did a slow walk through. From what I counted, about a dozen men occupying the peep show area. I knew right off that there were definitely three I had an interest in and hoped to capitalize on that if I were lucky enough. I made my way back through the hallways and cruised the first of the three I had liked. He got the hint and at least was receptive to my cruising. We walked on to the third cross hallway with each of us taking a booth that shared a glory hole. I deposited a few tokens and slipped my shorts and t-shirt off laying them on the stool. I removed the bottle of lube from my shorts and applied a light coating. Kneeling down, I looked through the glory hole and saw this man had also stripped. Nice body on him and nice cut cock as well. He was white, about 6 feet tall, short-cropped light hair, furry chest, arms, and legs, dark eyes, and clean shaven. He stood there stroking his cock which by now had bloomed to a nice looking 7 inches or so. He moved toward the glory hole and slowly pushed his cock through to my waiting mouth where I swallowed it whole. His cock was bathed in my mouth for several minutes as we both settled into a routine of mutual satisfaction. I slid on and off his cock giving it the best possible with such a partition between us. I felt his cock being pulled out of my mouth and back through the hole. He bent down to the hole and said, "Do you get fucked?" "Yes, but no condoms and the load goes in my ass," I replied. He grinned and stood up lining up the point of his cock at the glory hole. I quickly stood, turned around, and pulling my ass cheeks as far apart as possible, backed up to the hole bending over for access. I braced myself on the opposite wall as I immediately felt his cock head pushing on my hole. More pressure was applied eventually resulting in his cock tip spreading open my sphincter allowing the entire head of his cock to enter my ass. He stopped momentarily but began pushing forward once more slowly until his cock was buried as far in my ass as the wall allowed. I felt him flex his cock a few times and then began his delivery dance. Fucking and being fucked in a peep show booth is testy at best. This man was in no hurry and neither was I. We both were going to get what we needed. He withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside me then pushed back inwards. Repeating this several times stirred my insides to action which was to coat his cock with a thin coating of fuck juices he was creating. More in and out of my ass which was feeling great about this time. It had been months since I had been fucked. I was spoiled in Chicago getting fucked at least once a day and sometimes more. My fucker's rhythm continued in and out until his ball band upped the tempo of the music to which he was dancing. He picked up on the speed and began his in and out faster. He continued his fucking with ever increasing his speed in a slow imperceptible mode until it became obvious that his once gentle in and out was now at full throttle driving home to completion. I adjusted and braced myself for the now last throes of fucking that I was getting. My fucker was now pounding into my ass and slamming his pelvis into the plywood wall making a hard impact "THUD" sound which anyone who has been in such a business knows what such a sound means. Then, the telltale verbal coming from the next booth began. It was an almost imperceptible open-mouthed panting followed by a grimaced grunt as the last "THUD" was heard in the place. He shoved his now fully inflated and hardened 7-inch swollen cock into my ass as far as he could holding it there as salvo after salvo after salvo of his gooey sticky white DNA fled his balls flowing through his cock splattering on the inside of my gut. Each flood of his baby making juices coated my insides smearing themselves all over my intestine and forced further inside me as well as spread back along the head of his cock. I could feel his deposit slowing but was not ready to end this and neither was he. We stayed coupled in this way with me now sweating as I was sure he was until there were no more signs from his cock that there was anything left. To be sure, I gently squeezed on his cock as he slowly pulled it from my ass hesitating only when the head of his cock reached my hole. He slowly pulled it backwards and once released I quickly pulled off the wall and knelt at the hole shoving my open mouth to the hole where I was rewarded with the goo-covered cock being pushed into my mouth. I bathed it solemnly pulling off it when I believed there was nothing remaining to clean. "Thanks, man. Damn good ass," I heard. "Any time. Here's my card. Give me a call if you want to repeat this in comfort." I replied. I pulled one of my personal cards from my shorts pocket and passed it to him through the hole. We both dressed and left our booths at the same time. He departed, and I went hunting for one of the other two men I hoped would fuck me. I found one and did my cruising but found no interest. Each to his own. The third man I went hunting for several minutes but never found a trace of him. I presumed that he departed while I was being fucked. So, I continued my wandering the halls. Nothing struck my fancy or taste and had decided to leave and began walking toward the exit. As I neared the exit door to the main display room for this ABS, around the corner came this man that immediately caught my attention. He was as black as charcoal, stood about six feet four or so, over 200 pounds, Van Dyke, and shaved head. He had on--barely--a cut off t-shirt, jogging shorts, and flip-flops. He "clacked" along the hall, and I heard him before he had rounded the corner and continued on after he had stopped short before running over me. We stood facing each other momentarily looking directly into the eyes of the other. I knew I was not leaving until I at least had made an effort at hooking up with this giant. As I said, he did walk around me and continued down the hall. I turned around and began following. After about 15 steps or so, he glanced backwards but continued on with me at a respectable distance but definitely following. He went to the last cross hall and began walking down it. This particular row of booths have no glory holes. I hoped he would go back up the far side hall and into a booth that did have a glory hole, but he didn't. He stopped at a booth, pulled open the door, glanced back at me, nodded, and entered the booth. I finished the distance between me and the door that he had entered. I discreetly looked in the cracked door as he turned looking at me. He waved me in and enter I did closing and locking the door behind me. It was close but who cared. He shoved what must have been all of his tokens in the machine, flipped through the channels until he found a movie of a black male top and a white male bottom. He left no room for doubt what was going to happen here . . . and I was not going to disagree or object. For such a large man, he quite adeptly pulled his t-shirt up over his head, then, holding onto the shirt, inserted his thumbs into his jogging shorts pushed them and a jock strap down to the floor. He had stepped out of his flip-flops kicking them into a corner, stepped out of his shorts and jock, and stood upright once more. What I saw hanging in front of him was amazing. He had shaved all his pubic hair off and from what I could see all the pubic hair off his now drooping ball sac which hung pendulously with two large orbs. In front of that drooping ball sac hung an equally black fat uncut cock with a vein running almost the entire length on top that was almost as large as a #2 pencil. It had to be at least 9 inches if not more in length. I raised my eyes to meet his as I kicked off my sandals as I began pulling my t-shirt over my head. I also removed my shorts as he had done. When I stood upright, I could see a slight smile on his face. I reached out taking his clothes and put all of them on the stool. He stepped forward taking my ears into his hands. He moved his hands over my body touching first one part and then another. He physically felt and inspected me in detail including turning me around and inspecting my backside. Once satisfied, he turned me around to face him once more. Not a word had passed between us. "Didn't think there would be anyone here and almost didn't come," he said quietly in a voice that resonated from deep within him. His voice ever so matched his massive body. "Glad you came, too. Been here long?" "Awhile. Going to work late tomorrow and thought I'd try this place again after a long time and no luck," I replied. "Any luck tonight?" he asked. "Hooked up with one guy earlier and was leaving when you came in. So far my luck is holding out for a second guy," I replied challenging him. "Ahhh. And, what luck did you have with him?" he asked. "Luck enough to suck his cock and get it shoved in my ass for a good hard fucking and load of his cum," I answered honestly. I'm always too honest. He stepped closer now wrapping his arms around me pinning mine to my side. He slid his arms down until his hands reached my ass where he grabbed each cheek in one hand and squeezed. I raised my arms at this time and put them around his neck making the last distance between us disappear. He kneaded my cheeks for awhile as we stood together. Then, he began a backwards step. I left my hands on his shoulders as he brought his hands to the front of me. He placed his left hand on my right hip and took his right hand as he bent downward slightly and put it between my thighs. I moved my feet further apart and squatted slightly as well. We continued to look at each other. His right hand moved slowly between my upper thighs until I could feel his fingers touching my ass. I bent my knees slightly keeping my lowered position. I felt his fingers exploring my ass as if they were insect antennae. Once his touch located the desired spot for which he was hunting, he took his thick calloused middle finger and began inserting it where he blindly thought was my hole. He continued a somewhat gentle pressure until at last the tip of his manly finger caused the collapse of the rim encircling my hole. Once the rim collapsed, it followed that he sensed the exact location and homed in on the vulnerable spot inserting fully without fanfare and by this time very little lube the entire length of his worn middle finger attached to his great working hand. The rough entry dilated my ass melting it into submission and made known to this great hulk of a man by the gently quiet moan of ecstasy and lustful desire I emitted as I settled downward onto his middle finger as it invaded my ass. His head turned slightly upwards to look at my face as I turned my own head to face him. A slight smile crept onto his lips as my eyes begged for more. He began moving his finger around and around inside me poking and prodding and probing in search of the known contents of my previous invader. He felt the now liquid form of the once sticky glue-like deposit that had been made which had by now melted into a thin liquid coating my gut and now his finger. More and more he played inside my ass as I almost swooned at his touch. He was a man with a great purpose and knew precisely what I had done before we met and knew precisely what he was doing now to me for his gratification. A very light sweat began forming on me. I held onto his neck for stabilization and used my firmly planted feet in support of my not losing my balance. Too soon and yet with regret I felt his meaty finger being withdrawn. He quickly brought his hand between us as he stood fully upright with my rising to match him. He raised his finger between us looking at it and then back to my eyes. He turned his hand so that his wet finger pointed at me; I opened my mouth and accepted it nursing on it savoring the taste of the man who had fucked me earlier. I gave homage to that act of wanton sexual perverse copulation glorying in what had taken place hoping to provoke a repeat with this man. "I'm not going to ask because it is obvious. But, you need to be bred again. You need my strain in there to mix and mutate. You need it, and you're going to get it. But, I need to be sure of course that you're really primed for it." he said quietly in his deep bass voice. I only stared in utter submission and acceptance . . . and delight. He pulled his finger from my mouth, reached over for the stool putting it in an off centered position of our booth, and directed me over the stool where I dangled perilously. Unceremoniously, once more I felt his rough middle finger touch my ass hole at the precise center as once more he fully inserted this middle finger full length as fast as possible until his fist abruptly came to a halt by hitting my ass. Despite having been inside me once this insertion was not gentle but not the worst of all insertions ever made in my ass. It was pleasurably rough. He twisted and turned his finger now yanking it outward and shoving it back inward as quickly as the first time as I lay on the stool. He finger fucked my ass for a very long time but finally slowed long enough on an outward pull to insert his index finger which without actually seeing it was as equally as rough worn and calloused as his middle finger. He now used both fingers which had stretched my hole wider naturally. After a possible couple dozen insertions, he once more stopped fully inserted in my ass. I had held still and made every effort to keep the stool from tumping over with each thrust made into my ass. "Get ready, bitch. You're going to be primed up certain now," he spoke loud enough for me to hear. With that, he went to work on my intestines by scraping his fingernails the full length from inside me to my ass hole and by twisting his fingers sideways. He moved his two rough but now slick fingers all over my insides by contorting his body into different yoga positions so that no portion of any part of my intestine had not been scraped, scratched, nicked, poked or probed by his two fingers and from the time he spent doing his work he must have done each area at least twice. Satisfied, I felt his finger tips straighten as he withdrew them from my ass. I glanced backwards though viewing upside down his gargantuan charcoal black cock which by now was turgid and had a long string of pre-cum hanging downward. I could feel my own cock reacting in a similar fashion as the evidence of my own pre-cum seeping out suddenly released from the weight of the string of pre-cum and snapped off dropping off onto the floor. I looked downward at the floor once more thinking that this was how we were going to finally fuck but felt his left manly hand on my shoulder pulling on it. I struggled upward with his assistance and got to my feet. Turning me further to face him, he shoved his two fingers into my eyesight. I saw a very pink liquid coating on them and quickly looked directly into his eyes and raised the corner of my lips in a knowing smile. He offered his fingers to me, and I accepted them licking them clean tasting his handiwork. He withdrew them soon enough pushing me back away from facing him. I became a rag doll allowing him to position and move me around to his liking. We soon were positioned so that I was facing a side wall and his back was to the opposite side wall allowing us both to view the movie at our leisure though not much viewing was done by me. I never asked how much he watched it. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over. I like to fuck standing up or in unusual positions or places." I reached out spacing my hands apart and bent over. He moved quietly behind me. I felt his right hand at my shoulder. "Turn your head," he said. I obeyed seeing his jock strap now being balled up in his hand. I opened my mouth and felt the dry material being stuffed inside my mouth. I accepted it but began to stuff and rearrange it suiting my taste and finally had it positioned for maximum use. I knew what a gag meant, and this behemoth knew it would be needed. He leaned in close and said, "Brace yourself. No lube but what's in you, and you know what that means me going in. We're going to bounce you down on my cock all the way just to see how much more we can prep that ass of yours. You'll need that jock of mine; use it but keep your mouth closed by clamping down on your teeth 'til they hurt. Lock your jaws closed tight. I'm going to bend down and then you back your hole up to my tip. Settle your hole on good so it goes straight in. NO PULLING OFF. You do and I'll ram in your ass balls deep in one shove; you don't want that. My hands are going to be on the wall behind me to hold me up. That's where the bouncing on comes in. When I say 'bounce', you raise up just a little then drop your ass down, and I'll push my cock up. We're going to tear your ass up but then we'll have some real fun. Okay?" I shook my head yes and revelled at the thought of this entry and fuck. I was certain that this was going to be extremely painful but would be worth every nerve ending sent into sensory overload. I began to clamp my teeth together as the sweat began gathering on my skin in anticipation. My fucker positioned himself as I adjusted myself to match his position. I finally took my right hand off the wall reaching behind me guiding my ass downward the last few inches until I felt his cock. I matched up the two making them come together as directed as I repositioned myself to be sure that his now fully stiffened cock was pointing directly at my ass hole so that there would be a direct entrance once the sphincter was breached. I thought about my earlier fuck and hoped that would make this entrance at least somewhat easier though I quietly doubted it. I moved my hand back to the wall. "Ready?" I took a deep breath and shook my head yes. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I knew that until I was firmly seated on his cock or at minimum the head of his cock this first bounce was the most risky since if I raised up too much the chance of a misalignment of his cock head to my ass hole would result in a huge jolt of pain. That thought both excited and terrified me. But, almost instinctively I raised upwards just enough because I never lost the physical touch of his cock head and downward I plunged my ass in a short jabbing motion. At the exact same time of my plummet down, my booth mate began an upward jab. The result was we impaled my ass onto his cock about a couple of inches made possible by the beautiful hood which had easily slid backwards once it had been forced in my hole despite having no lube. Oh, yes, to be sure there was resistance but downward and upward pressure prevailed. I can not describe the delicious pain which triggered an automatic reflex to scream to match the screaming my ass was doing signalled by my sphincter tightening around his behemoth much as a python constricting a prey. I held steady in place not removing myself but enduring--and loving--every scream that I made in my throat keeping my mouth clamped shut and lips seemingly sealed with glue. As we rested, the stars began to fade, and I began to relax. I heard quiet chuckling behind me as most of the stars disappeared. "Good man. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" Once more I rose up more confident this time reaching my maximum height as I realized that I was pulling his cock skin taut and then plunged downward once more. He once more at the same moment made his upward thrust as I dropped down. Another two inches or so impaled. Again the pain, clamping my teeth and screaming. Again, tensing my body. But not pulling off this beginning of a fuck. It was now as my screaming halted that I realized I knew how high I could go before dropping down. I also realized that as he was behind watching. He saw my raising up and knew the split second moment that I had reached my uppermost limit. He had super perception to begin his upper thrust instantaneously before my downward plunge so that we would maximize our effort of impaling my ass onto his cock. The man was a genius! "Good man. Going great. Looks like your ass could take a champagne bottle now." I thought, "You mean it isn't?" "Once more. This time with some gusto. Let's see if we can set a record for how much goes in that ass of yours. You ready?" I shook my head yes and physically adjusted myself on the wall and in my stance. "Okay. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" For the third time, I lifted myself upwards and made an extra effort pulling myself upwards off his cock. As I hovered over him, I knew he was watching me and from an unknown source I released a low sustained grunt at the end of which I pushed upwards on the wall as I rammed my ass downwards as hard as I could considering my physical position. True to form, this man was watching me and listening to me and knew the signs of when I was going to explode down onto his cock. He met me with his upward thrust sending another three inches into my ass and sending me all through the same wonderful contortions that had visited me twice before. For the third time, I was resplendent with pain and lust quieting to acceptance in shorter time than previously incurred. This time though my nerve endings were beginning to become accustomed to such behavior. Despite injecting fifty percent more in my ass this attempt the return was not the same as the first two and the recovery was faster. My brain was letting go and accepting my fate . . . and deep lustful desire to be full impaled on this beautiful man. My soon to be fucker was in tune to my recovery and was ready himself. "Okay. Almost done. Make this the best one yet. Drive that ass down hard! Let's get this connection made. I got babies to make with you. On three, bounce. One . . . two . . . three!" I obediently complied pulling myself upward stretching as I could despite my legs and thighs now cramping from the exaggerated position they had been in for such a long time but the pain they generated was insignificant and immaterial because of the payoff I was going to get. I drove myself in a frenzied backwards and down motion feeling just a slight moment before the release of the strain I felt at my ass hole when the upward pressure was relieved by my fucker's beginning upward thrust with equal speed and determination. There was no time now for the silly pain that had plagued me before. This was it. I was fully impaled on his cock which had grown and fully stiffened during our foreplay. We had heard my ass hit his bare crotch area and we both felt the skin of the other. He grunted deeply as I at the exact same moment released a guttural moan of completion satisfied in what we had just done. I felt him moving as he began walking up the wall with his forearms and hands. I moved forward a slight bit to give him room for rising to his full height once more. His rough gouged working hands once more attached themselves to me. His right hand held my right hip as his left hand took my left shoulder in its clutches. We each shuffled around on the floor adjusting ourselves for comfort. He leaned over my back coming close to the back of my head. "Didn't think you'd make it. Glad you did; I know you're glad too. He-he! Now, gonna lay some big black prime pipe in there and make lots of room for Daddy's baby making juice. Knock you up good. Bet your jaws hurt the way you clamped down on your teeth. I heard all that but you're damn good and fine." he said in my ear pulling his body upright as he finished. "Hang on, bitch. This ride is just starting." With that last comment, I felt his now fully inflated black cock yanked from its sheath--my ass--and shoved back in all the way in less than a half second and the action repeated at least twice more before my brain processed fully the pain signals it was receiving. He continued on with his Indy race car piston fucking as I doubled my fists and stiffened into rigor mortis body mode throttling my own lung induced screams once more as I clamped harder still my teeth fully shut salivating all over his now soaked jock which was still stuffed in my mouth prohibiting the outward burst of my emotions as I squeezed closed my eyes creating an entire new universe of stars seen only by me as I passed into a dark place of sheer joy and elation. What seemed like days of his rough calloused workman's hands holding onto my left shoulder and right hip as his blood engorged now shiny black cock invaded and escaped my ass left my mind to fly at supersonic speed in its race through all the emotions of extreme life threatening pain that mixed so clearly with the endorphin enhanced pleasures of feeling that massive tree trunk that was doing its job in my ass. I noticed finally that my rigor mortis was lessening as my sweat production leveled off allowing me to begin my steady flight of lustful delight in enjoying this fucking I was receiving. I swallowed several times to moisten my throat. My head began to wobble and bob. My arms sagged a bit leaning me slightly closer to the wall I was facing. I began a low almost indistinguishable guttural moan and gasp as my mind took charge fully focusing on my fucker and the job he was doing. I stiffened my resolve to meet every inward thrust from this man. Hearing my sounds of approval and acceptance spurred my fucker on. He now grabbed me by both hips and drove his hardened black cock in and out of my ass as he had been doing non-stop from when he had begun. As soon as he had grabbed both my hips, I adjusted my hands on the wall and braced myself for his further invasions. I continued my deep throated groans giving assent to his fucking as he pummelled my hole giving great pleasure to both of us. I finally had the tempo of his in and out and began a slight backward thrust shoving my ass onto his forward marching cock time after time after time. Neither of us would be deterred. "Only . . . a . . . brief . . . look . . . at . . . you . . . when . . . I . . . rounded . . . that . . . corner . . . but . . . knew . . . we . . . were . . . going . . . to . . . get . . . a . . . booth . . . together . . . and . . . fuck," he said as he punched his cock repeatedly in my ass as if each entry were an exclamation mark for each word. "Didn't . . . think . . . you . . . were . . . up . . . to . . . the . . . fun . . . but . . . you . . . proved . . . you're . . . a . . . hot . . . piece . . . of . . . ass . . . to . . . breed. By now his fucking had somewhat slowed a bit but was still delicious. He now was in a slower mode but one that emphasized the inward thrust as if he were punctuating his now growing urgency to complete his mission. Slower still his fucking motions became noticeable until at last he would pull his cock fully out of my ass until just the bare tip of his now naked cock head was still inside me. I could now feel the extra skin that belonged over his cock head easily sliding along inside me with each of his punctuated fucking motions. Still slower he fucked but with each inward slam the thrust became more vicious, hard, and deeper until I was sure that I would be bruised. I also realized that surely all of his foreplay with his two fingers had done their work and by now I was at least oozing blood into my intestine mixing with created fuck juices and pre-cum. I didn't mind as long as he was satisfied. Then, he pulled his cock to the edge of my hole and stopped. I heard and felt him breathing heavily. I could tell he was as wet as I was with his own sweat but I was also on the receiving end of his as it dripped off him onto me. Better still: I would take all his body fluids. He then doubled his grip on my hips and slammed into me the hardest he had done pushing me off balance. He continued this imbalance and shoved me against the wall flat as he moved up behind me raising his hands up to mine which were now stretched upwards on the wall. We stood there connected by his now spitting cock. I felt him unleashing a torrent of his self-confessed poisoned DNA into my ass, and I relished each deposit made. I moved my right hand to my mouth pulling his jock from my mouth as my tongue pushed from inside. As soon as it was fully removed, I said quietly to him, "Thank you; thank you; thank you. Fill my ass up with that poison of yours so that it can become a part of me. Mark me and make me yours. Feed me your manna. Pump me full." We stayed in this position for quite some time cooling off as well as coming down from our highs as indeed his cock continued to fill my ass with his baby making fluid. I heard his heavy breathing which matched my own. We came down from the high-pitched fuck that we had just gone through and allowed for all the slow swimmers to get as far as possible through his now not so hard black cock. Eventually, he pulled our hands down from the upper part of the wall but remained pressed up against me. Neither of us wanted to separate. But separate we did. I bent over deeply once we had stepped away from the wall so that he had the best position of removing his cock. As the head reached my ass hole, he stopped, and I tensed my sphincter. He gently pulled the remainder of his cock out of my ass with a definite "splat" sound hitting the floor. We knew that sound and knew what it meant. "Don't move," he said. I felt him quickly kneeling and watched upside down as he scooped up the blob of pinkish liquid. I got down on my hands and knees and waited. I felt his fingers that I had seen with this liquid near my hole and felt them push easily inside me. He fingered my hole several times pulling it free at last. I quickly turned around grasping his hand and sucked his fingers clean until he removed them from my mouth. I turned to his cock and began ministering to it licking and sucking it as clean as possible. I knew my mouth was going to be a mess . . . and it was. But, he pulled me up from the floor and began licking my face. This turned into kissing and we shared deep tongue entangling kisses as we prepared to go our separate ways. "I'd like to get your number and will give you mine if you fuck more than once," he said. "Just give me some paper and a pen or pencil. Oh, right. I don't think either of us has that here. But, I do in my car. And, I for sure want to fuck with you more." I replied. I knew I didn't have but the one personal card on me. We dressed in silence and walked slowly out of the ABS. At my car, we got in, and I got a pad and pen that I always have. I quickly wrote my name, address, and phone number on the top sheet tearing it off and handing it to him along with the note pad. He wrote his name and number returning the pad and pen to me. I tore off the page putting it in my wallet. We sat there a moment. "I am serious about wanting to fuck you some more," he said. "You like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck, and you can take it. Most guys can't take more than one load from me because of the pain, but you took three." I stared at him. "What do you mean I took three? You only shot one load in my ass or are you counting when you were finger fucking me?" I laughed. "You got three loads of cum from me. I don't stop fucking on the first two loads, and they aren't easy to detect when I deliver them. Most guys usually get one out of me but because of how I fuck they can't take the pain, so, I have to find a couple more guys to fuck. I have trouble stopping at just one load." he said. "Any time you want to fuck, call me. Here, let me put my work number on there as well. I am serious about our fucking again. But, next time, how about at my house? We'll have some privacy and a lot more comfort. Although I do love the sleazy side of things. And, I can not believe you pumped three loads in my ass. Although it does explain why I feel so slick," I offered. "I'll give you a call this weekend if you are up for it," he said grinning. "If I'm not, I'll have some rope ready for you. Pump those three and more in me." We both laughed. He opened the door and moved out. He winked at me, closed the door, and strode off to another part of the parking lot. I started my car, backed out of my space, and headed my car to the road and home. He pulled out onto the highway behind me. He followed me over the bridge and continued on south on I-65. I merged onto Watterson, and he continued south. I mentally reviewed my visit to Theatre X and decided it was a definite trip worth making. Perhaps I had only run into a dry spell when I stopped going. I may have to return there and be more patient. So, to bed I went when I got home. I had a plumber to deal with in the morning and had to get to work when the plumber was finished. I was a happily fucked man but wished quietly that I had invited him home with me. I could sure use a good cock in my ass for a nightcap.

Freeing Kenny My son Kenny turned 18 today, he came into the world when I was 15. His Mom left me when he was two because I came out to her. Since then Kenny has been my son and best friend. He came out to me when he was 13. I was never afraid to talk to him about sex, or have sex with him in the house. When he was 16 I came down with a bad case of the flu. Turns out it was the fuck flu, and I had converted. I talked to Kenny about. During our talk, he aired his fears of converting and why he hasn’t had any sex yet, not even jacking off with another guy. He also said in some ways he’d just like to convert, get it over with, so he could feel free to have sex anytime he wanted, he didn’t like the feel of a condom as he tried jacking off with one on a few times. We still talked off and on about this, so I knew even now he still has never had sex. During one such talk, he let slip if he were to lose his virginity he’d want to lose it to someone as good looking as me. I knew my son liked how I looked, as he openly looked at me whenever I was naked. With two guys alone in a house, we weren’t bashful. We see each other everyday naked, and many times hard. I’ve seen him so hard looking at me, he was even leaking precum like a faucet. At 33, I still had a 32 waist and 38 chest on my six foot frame. My chest was covered in short dense hair, with a good fuzzy ass in the rear. My uncut cock still would go hard at the drop of a hat, even on the meds. My son was just like his old man, just a little shorter and less hair. He was growing his hair though and would be just like dear old Dad. I loved to see that dimpled ass with the fine hair dusting sprouting out of his crack, and how his foreskin kept his head all covered, helping to funnel that precum stream. Kenny during our talks still was thinking he just wanted to get it over with and convert to poz, but was scared of it, but he was getting more and more horny and wanting sex. It was after the last talk 2 months ago, I decided on the perfect gift for his eighteenth birthday. I began collecting a few things for the important day. The day came, and I woke up early, purposely not putting any clothes on. I brought the little gifts out to get things ready. One was a little blue pill, which I crushed up and mixed into Kenny’s favorite pancake recipe. Put together some mimosas on the table, adding a little extra liquid to Kenny’s which will help the teen be a little more horny. Then lastly mixed in some white powder into some of his favorite bottle of lube. Lastly his little gift was ready and been waiting for a week building up, actually it had been building up over the last two months while I went on a certain type vacation. Time to wake up the birthday boy, soon to be birthday man. I walked back up stairs and down the opposite side of the hall. My son’s door was open, which was not unusual, it was just us guys here. I quietly walked into his room. He was sound asleep on his back, arms up and over his head, showing off his hairy pits. Yes, just like me. His body hair is coming in just like mine did. Look at that beautiful hair pattern emerging on his chest. A bush of hair blossoming between his pectorals and starting to spread out, and that nice dense rings of hair around those big suckable nipples. The treasure trail already growing up to meet his pectorals and spreading out on his abs. Then there’s that beautiful uncut cock, hard as a rock all nestled in that bush of pubes. Seeing my boy this way made me chub up a little. I leaned over intending to whisper in his ear to wake him, but as I neared him, I had to sniff those exposed pits. With his hair tickling my nose, I inhaled, and what a wonderful smell. All male hormones, all man. I reached over to his chest, and ran my hand over that patch of hair on to his pec, slowly rubbing his chest. I then lightly kissed his forehead. “Kenny, wake up buddy. Hey Kenny, wake up.” While saying this I continued to rub his chest. Kenny moaned a little sleepy moan of waking. “Come on bud, time to get up.” As Kenny opened his eyes, he saw his Dad over him. He looked him in the eyes, and gave a sleepy smile. “Happy Birthday my special buddy boy.” I leaned in and gave my son a kiss on the lips. I think my son wasn’t completely awake, and surprised enough that he kissed back a little harder than he usually did. “Time to get up, bud. Well, looks like someone is up already. So lets say time to get out of bed.” I laughed as my son blushed a little. I stood up, and my son’s eyes got a little bigger as he noticed I was naked, and more than a little chubbed up myself. “What’s up with being naked Dad?” Kenny then yawned, “Not that I mind, I love seeing you naked.” Then he blushed. “Sorry Dad, I’m still waking up.” “Just didn’t feel like getting dressed, and I know you like seeing me in the buff, its your birthday so look all you want. I’ve known for sometime you look at me, I like looking at you too. Why don’t we have a naked day together today to celebrate your birthday. I’ve got your favorite breakfast going downstairs.” Kenny sat up in his bed, I pulled him up out of bed into my arms and big hug. I could feel his hard cock against mine. I rubbed his back a little as we hugged. I ran my hand lightly towards Kenny ass, and as I just touched the top of his ass, he jumped up into my arms and wrapped his legs around me like he did where he was a kid, and buried his face into my neck and ear. But unlike when he was a kid, this was a young man who was heavier, so I had to hold him with both hands under his ass, and felt those firm gluten and the starting of a fuzzy butt. “I love you Dad, so much.” “I love you too bud.” I kissed his ear, Kenny then leaned back and kissed my fully on the lips hard. This made both our cocks jump, his against my stomach and mine bumping his butt check. “Come on bud, lets go eat.” We ate our pancakes and had our mimosas. Kenny was getting a looser and looser with his talking. I “accidently” dropped my napkin, so I could take a look under the table at his cock. Which was hard and lightly throbbing, with just a little trickle of a precum peeking out of his foreskin. My own cock was really starting to stoke up as well, as the little blue pill was starting to hit me as well. “Dad, I’m really liking this being naked with you. It just feels so good. But its making be horny as hell.” “You sure its not because your body is telling you its tired of being in its virgin state.” “That too. But I’m sitting here across from one of the hottest men around. Oh fuck, sorry Dad, I don’t know what’s up with me today.” “Its okay Buddy, I feel the same. Your a hot man too, and really a man today. Let’s take the drinks into the study, and lay back on the lounge, relax and talk. Figure out a gift for you.” “Um, well, yeah I’d like that, but, um well, I’m having a little, um, problem. I’m like really horny, um, yea.” I grinned inside, the little treatment to his drink must be working now as well. “Hey man, I’ve seen you with a blazing hard on, so no worries. I’m running hard as well. Tell you what I’ll get up first, and get us some more drinks for the lounge.” I fit my actions to my words, and got up showing off my hard cock. I heard a whispered, “oh fuck” from Kenny’s direction. Kenny then got up, and walked off to the study with his hard on pointing the way, bouncing up and down, and side to side, leaving a little dribble of clear liquid here and there. I went over to the counter and grabbed the bottles of orange juice and champagne, as well as the little hidden bottle. I poured just a little dribble of the clear liquid to Kenny’s glass, and then mixed up more mimosa into each glass. The touch more of clear liquid should give Kenny’s body just that little more push to rampant horny stud he needed to be. “Here we go bud, a little more bubbly. I have a little surprise for you as well. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” As Kenny sipped more of his treated drink, I grabbed a little box out of my desk, and pulled out a joint. “I’ve been waiting for the day to share a joint with my best bud. I know you’ve never done this, but I think its “high” time you did.” Which brought out a giggle from Kenny. “I’ll take the first hit, watch what I do.” I light the end and inhaled as fully as I could and held the smoke, than let it out. “Your turn. Inhale as much as you can and hold as long as you can.” Kenny took ahold of the joint, and inhaled hard, and held his breath, trying not to cough, then let it out. Coughing just a little. He than drank down some more of his drink. “Good job buddy. I’ll go again. Lets do something special this time. I’m going to put my mouth against yours, and exhale into your mouth. So you inhale when I do that.” “Ok Dad.” He was already a little glassy eyed from the one hit and the little treatment to his drink, and his cock gave a little throb. I inhaled a larger hit than before and held it while I leaned into my son, he immediately moved his mouth to me, when our lips met, he opened up and I exhaled all the smoke into him as he inhaled. As he was inhaling, I lightly stroked his tongue with mine just for a second. We parted our lips and I handed him the joint. This was really good weed, extra good. There was another real good hit left for him to take. He put the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, and held the smoke a good amount of time before exhaling, and didn’t cough. I took the joint from him, and put it out in the tray. While I did this, Kenny downed the last of his mimosa. I sat back and put my arm behind Kenny, and he sat back into arm. I pulled him to me a little, feeling his bare side touching mine. “I’ve missed sitting like this Dad, thank you.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. Kenny pushed into that kiss. I could tell the drugs were starting to take there effect on him. “I like this too. Its been awhile since we’ve cuddled a little. You always liked to cuddle didn’t you. You were always good at cuddling.” “I always loved cuddling with you.” He than reached over to my chest with his hand and was running his hand over my chest hair, “Cuddling with you was better than my bear, you have such nice hair on your chest.” Kenny got up into my lap like he did has a little boy, but he was no longer a little boy. He was a man, and a man feeling horny for sure. I felt his ass on my cock as he settled into my lap, and he put his head on my chest. “Dad, can you hold me? I love feeling your naked body against mine. I think I’ve wanted, needed this, to be like this in your arms.” “Sure buddy, I’ll hold you. It does feel good to be naked together doesn’t it.” I pulled him tightly to me, feeling his breath moving my chest hairs, and his ass rubbing against my cock. Kenny was rubbing his check against my hairy pec, and against my nipple. “Dad, why am I so scared about having sex, I’m so horny so often, I don’t know what to do.” “Buddy, son, there’s nothing to be scared about sex. It should feel good, and be fun. Your horny so much, probably because its your body telling you its time.” “Can you show me some, Dad. Can you show me some of what men can do together, for my birthday?” Kenny turned a little in my lap, and wrapped his legs around my waist. My hard cock’s was pushing up against his anal valley, and his hard cock was poking my stomach. His warm breath in my face. I reached up and behind him and pulled his face to mine had began to kiss him hard. His mouth opened to mine, and I stuck my tongue into his mouth to which he promptly began to suck on my tongue and moan. I picked up my son, and laid him back on on the lounge couch. Meshing our hard cocks together, our precum mixing together on our meshed bellies. My hairy chest rubbing against his chest. I broke our kiss a little. Kenny whispered, “Fuck Dad, I love feeling your cock against mine. Oh fuck, Dad, I like this, but it scares me, help me, show me how not to be scared.” I kissed him hard, and then started licking down his neck to his chest. Feeling that hairy patch between his pecs on my cheeks. I licked over to his right nipple and lightly ran my tongue over the tip, and then lightly bite his nipple. This elicited a loud moan from Kenny. I continued to lick down his body, feeling his muscles with my tongue. As I got to his abs, I could taste the sweet mixture of our combined precum. “Kenny, have you tried your precum yet?” Which he shook his head. “You want to taste our combined precum like I just did? It might help you.” Kenny nodded his head. I collected some of my precum leaking out of my stretched foreskin, as my son watched. Then with the same finger collected some of Kenny’s off his long foreskin. “Here son, don’t be scared, try our precum, taste how sweet it is, you’ll love it.” Kenny leaned up and sucked my finger into his mouth, and moaned. While he was savoring the taste, I leaned down and sucked his hard cock into my mouth, sticking my tongue into his foreskin, tasting that sweet teen neg clear liquid. Oh how sweet it was. “Oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck, I love it. Oh shit.” Kenny then shot a huge glob of precum in my mouth. I came off his cock, and started licking down his balls, and the while lifting his legs up. Teasing and nibbling his hairy taint, then run my tongue against his asshole. His ass started contracting and kissing my tongue with his ass lips. I pushed his legs further towards his chest, and put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling them apart and seeing that beautiful hair butt hole, kissing the air. I dove with my tongue into that ass. Kenny moaning louder and louder, as my tongue was relaxing his hole. “Oh fuck, oh my god. Dad, oh fuck.” Suddenly his ass blossomed, and my tongue went right into him. As he was squirming and moaning, I reached to the side where I put the treated lube. “You like that son? You want to try my finger, get and idea what being fucked is like?” “Daddy, will you? Can you, please?” I opened the lube, and with one hand pulled his hole a little, and but the lube bottle opening right against that open butt hole. I squeeze and glob, which caused some to squirt inside, and then dribble out. I clicked the lube shut, and collected the leaking lube up off his ass with my finger, and slowly started to insert into Kenny. Feeling that tight opening gripping my finger, and then the furnace of inside surrounding my finger. I began running my finger around inside his ass, spreading that treated lube. In a little bit that treatment should start making his ass real hungry. “Oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy that feels so good. OH OH SHIT, that makes me want to cum.”, Kenny screamed as my finger pressed against his prostate. I pulled my finger out, and Kenny moaned. I picked up the lube again, and put it back against his now more opened hole, and squirted more treated lube into him. Collecting the dribble with two fingers, and ran two fingers into his ass. Moving my fingers around, rubbing the lube into his ass walls all around. I pulled my fingers out, and put his legs down, around me. I then reached over to where the lube had be sitting, and grabbed one more joint. This joint was treated the same. I lit the joint and inhaled, holding the smoke in, I leaned down towards my son, and he knew what was happening and leaned up, our open lips coming together. I exhaled into him, and he inhaled. Once he exhaled, I put the lit joint against his lips. “Inhale real hard and as long as you can, and hold it.” Kenny did, and then I put my mouth against his, and he exhaled into me. I put the joint against his lips again, “One more time sweetie, take that last hit.” After he exhaled into my mouth, and deeply kissed him, and rubbed my hand around his chest, and tweeting his nipples one at a time. We kissed for a few minutes, which he began moaning. When I broke the kiss, I saw his eyes were just ever so slightly glassy. The drugs have to be kicking in now. “Is this what you had in mind for your gift?” “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still a little scared, can you help me not be scared about sex. I want it, this is making more horny. My ass has an itch inside, and really think I need your fingers back in me.” I reached down between his legs, and sort of teased his hole with my finger tip. “Well, sweetie, I can only think of one way to help you not be so scared and help with the horny itch. You may get the ultimate gift though if we do that. Do you want my cock in you, you want my gift?” “Daddy, please, my ass is needing you. Please, I think I gotta have your cock in me.” “Do you want my gift too? You want to be sure to get my ultimate gift, that will help you not be scared of sex anymore?” “Yes Daddy, I need your gift. I want to love sex. Help me with the gift.” I reached over to the little table where everything was, and grabbed the bottle of poppers and my old toothbrush. My son was watching me lube up the toothbrush, and when I ran my leaking cock all over the toothbrush’s bristles, getting a huge amount of precum all over the brush head. “Open that bottle and when I say ‘now’, I want you to inhale.” Kenny nodded his head “Now left your legs up to your chest and reach around your legs to hold them up and be ready with the bottle.” I watched as his beautiful fuzzy asshole came into sight. It was winking open and shut at me so nicely. I placed the brush against his fuzzy hole, just as I started to push in I said, “Now”. Kenny inhaled the poppers, as I inserted the brush into his ass. I left it inside him a moment. I reached up and took the poppers from him. I began twisting the brush in a circles, at the same time moving slightly in and out of his ass, giving his ass a good brushing all over inside. Kenny was moaning and groaning. “You okay son, this will help your body receive and accept my gift so much better.” “Oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so funny, it sort of feels good, sort of hurts. Oh fuck, I really need something bigger, its not helping the itch much.” I pulled the brush out, and saw it was very much towards reddish pink. “I think your ready.” “Oh fuck, my ass is tingly, oh fuck I need you in me now, please.” I leaned over him, and he watched me put my heavily leaking cock towards his open ass. I felt my cock kiss his open hole. As his hole held my cock there, I leaned into kiss him, which as we kissed my cock slide into him. Both of moaning as I pushed all the way into him and bottomed out, my balls against his ass. “I’m in you son, you feel me in you?” “Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel you. I can feel your cock beating inside me. Oh please fuck me.” I started moving my cock slowly out of his ass, and just as I felt I was reaching his opening, slowly moved back into him. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long. Not cumming for so long was taking a toll on me, I needed to cum soon. “Daddy, Daddy, oh fuck me. I feel like I’m going to explode soon. My ass is on fire, and my cock is on fire. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Slowly in, Slowly out. I loved this boy, I wanted him to love sex, I wanted him to want sex. He was moaning so loud now. “Son, sweetie, I’m about to cum. Do you want my ultimate gift, you want my Poz gift?” “Daddy, I want your cum. I don’t want this fear anymore, I want your Poz gift. Give it to me.” He reached down and grabbed my hairy ass cheeks, and almost was helping my hump him. But I wasn’t going to go faster. “Oh fuck, sweetie. I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to give you my gift, NOW.” I started shooting my pent up load deeply into my boy. All the while thinking how I was probably impregnating him with my virus. Kenny was moaning loudly, and thrashing, and I felt a large wetness building up between us. When I looked between us, I saw his cock firing jets of cum, almost in time with my jets. We both came down from our orgasms. Keeping my cock inside him, I helped move him on my cock so I could be behind him. Now holding him spooned in my arms, my cock still deep inside him, holding my cum inside him. “I love you buddy, Happy Birthday. I hope this is the gift you wanted and needed.”

Monday night a friend of mine was visiting and we decided to go to our local leather bar in Fort Lauderdale. Now, I am a cumwhore and he is a top, and he loves watching me being bred and occasionally he will fuck my holes. There wasn't much action at the bar but each of us received a blow job, after which we decided to cruise the streets. We found a play space, but the only guy there was a homeless dude who was walking down the street, pausing nearby. "I'm gonna get his dirty juice up my ass," I told my friend as I approached the dude, flashing him with my butt. We didn't exchange a word but rather I simply gestured to an isolated location where we would await him. He follows us, and as he approached, I dropped my pants, assuming he would want to fuck me right away but instead, while my friend was jerking off, the dude pushed me down on his rank dick, making me give it a tongue bath. Then he commanded "Give me your hole." I complied. A few minutes later he planted his nasty seed in my hole as I begged to get loaded-up. "I'm off my meds," he remarked as he shot his huge load into my ass. Afterwards my friend and I visited the bathhouse for more anonymous loads, and at the bathhouse many guys breed me. One of the guys commented I was bleeding a bit, and the sight made him even hornier. He fucked my brains out. My total load count that night was 12. Now I need more.

I love and hate the internet and phone app sites all at the same time. Phone apps have lead to some very hot and sleazy quick last minute breeding sessions that wouldn't have happened without the technology, but also many hours of wasted time home alone on a gorgeous day with my cock in my hand searching and searching. For me, it cums and goes in phases for sure. And when you get in a funk from a protracted dry spell it seems hard to get out of it's so frustrating. Up until a month ago I was in that phase, getting cancelled on by regulars and getting ghosted by new guys. I don't have depression, but I honestly felt like I was feeling it from all the rejection. I think on the hookuup sites, the grass is always greener with the next click and everyone is always looking for the perfect match. The past month, I've definitely switched into a "wet" spell. I odn't know what changed - spring fever maybe - no explanation. But all of a sudden I'm fucking all I want again. Saturday morning I woke up horny, hopped on bbrt, felt like I was wasting time talking to mostly party boys where nothing was gonna cum of it, then this muscle daddy bottom I've bred a few times showed up to me (originally met off grindr), and within an hour I was breeding him and swallowing his load. Next day I was invited to a safe sex party. I ended up breeding a latin kid in the sling there. Last night I just got home from work. It was 7:40 and this guy I've fucked a few times (met off manhunt several years ago) but only a few times text me and asked if I could fuck him this evening. I popped a viagra and by 8:30 he was ass up on my bed. Tonight I supposedly have two muscular visiting guys coming over - one off bbrt, one off grindr - I would never have the balls to go for these guys in person - I feel like they're "out of my league", but both seem very into it. Both totally vers. The way things were going a month ago I would have felt like it wouldn't end up happening, but the way the past few weeks have gone, I feel pretty confident we're all gonna end the night with empty nuts and full wet assloads. You said yourself your partner hooks up frequently - I say keep on working it and try not to get too discouraged. This is the way it happens now, and the wet spell could start today - the initial connection is most likely gonna start from a hookup site, but definitely keep those connections. I often just hop on specifically looking for someone I've hooked up with before. I know if they look like their pics, and I know they're legit and will show up. I have some guys I just play with once a year, last year had a young guy I was playing with one on one and groups almost every week, but starting Jan 1st I can't get him back. Very frustrating, but not being too pushy. Have a feeling we'll reconnect in the future, but no idea what happened, or what's going on on his end. I do miss the days of hooking up in bars or in the park though. You could see right in front of you if they look good, and sexual chemistry is pretty obvious in person. But overall I think I embrace the internet and apps. I've had hotter, sleazier sex thanks to hookup sites for sure. Guys are less inhibited to admit what they're into online than they would in a bar. I've never had anyone tell me in a bar they are hoping to get 10 loads in the ass by the end of the night, but it happens online, and if I'm into them I'll help with their goal If you're just 5 months of being "open", I say keep working it, and once you make a connection, keep them in the loop for repeats and hopefully meet their other fuckbuds if you're into 3ways or more. Having said ALL that, you said you are good looking, and that's not the problem. I am 52, and my body is in the best shape of my life right now. I still get frustrated that I can't get exactly who I want when I log on. I might be trying to get some muscleboy, and meanwhile my messages are blowing up with more average looking guys that would most likely be ready and waiting for me or throw me a good fuck when I need it. I am just as guilty of looking where the grass is greener, and I think most of us do that. Bottom line - that's the way it works now even if it's frustrating. No need to throw in the towel - there is so much hot bareback sex going on now that there wasn't 10-15-20 years ago. Keep hunting, and keep those legit connections you do make and text them when you're horny!!

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

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.

I lost track of time as Jason fucked my hole. I was tweaking so hard my hole burned with pleasure. Jason's large dick stayed rock hard, scissoring into my insides brutally as the other three men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. "Whew, I'm high," one of them groaned. "Not as high as this good boy right here," another one chuckled as he grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, then pushed down and gagged me with it. Meanwhile, Jason leaned down and licked my face as he impaled me with his dick. He fucked me so hard he was trying to hurt me. "Damn, his pussy's so tight," he growled as he took a draw from a cigarette. "Cum inside me," I moaned weakly as the other mens' dicks slapped my face and poked at my lips. "You want my poz load? You want me to breed that sloppy little cunt?" he roared. I opened my mouth to answer, but Bruce had mounted my chest and slid his dick into my mouth. I felt Jason grab my ankles hard and spread my legs as wide as he could. His dick hardened in my ass and trembled, and I felt pump after pump of warm fluid rush up my rectum. "TAKE. MY. LOAD. YOU. LITTLE. WHORE!" he roared, slamming his load deeper into me with every word. I flexed my toes in pleasure as he rammed his cum into me. He slid his dick out, leaving my ass feel empty and sore. The head of his dick made a little "pop!" sound as it left my hole. At the same time, Bruce pulled out of my mouth and came heavily on my face, adding thick white clumps of semen to the spit already covering my face. Before I could take a breath, he pushed his dick inside my mouth again to have me clean it off, while another one of the men plunged his dick inside my ass. The other men laughed degradingly and spat on my body. I had no idea what time it was or how long they had fucked me for, but John and Blake fucked me and added their loads to my pussy before leaving, then Jason fucked me again, then Bruce. I pushed into Bruce's cock as he churned the cocktail of cum inside me. Globs of white cum leaked out of my ass, stuck to his dick, and trickled down onto the bed. My sticky ass squeaked as he pummeled my cunt, lubed only with poz cum. My legs bounced with every thrust of his big dick. A waterfall of white fluid had leaked onto my taint down my asscrack. Bruce leaned down and put his hand over my throat. “You want Daddy’s poz load inside of that tight hole? You wanna be Daddy’s dirty little drugged up whore?” “Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me!” “What do you want? I can’t hear you.” “Fill me with your poz load! Make me your bitch! My boypussy is to service your big dick, poz me up and use me like your piece of meat! This hole is yours!” I barked. “Fuck yeah it is!” he roared, spitting into my face as he rammed his cock into me, cumming violently. I moaned in pleasure as he jammed his tool as deeply and sharply into my gut as he could. My ass made a sound like he was grinding meat, and my hole was now overflowing with so much cum it bubbled and lathered onto his dick. He scooped the excess and crammed it into my ass. Then he moved over to my face and rubbed the cum on his dick onto my face. “Good whore,” he groaned. “Let’s seal the deal.” Bruce left the room for a little bit and came back with a tattoo gun. “Stay still,” he ordered. I felt a painful burning prick on my ass, but I relaxed and rode my high. In sloppy handwriting, Bruce had permanently labeled “Cum Dump” on my asscheeks. At this time, Jason re-entered the room with ten other middle-aged men. Some were fat and balding, some looked gaunt, others were built and muscular. Their dicks had various sizes, but all of them were paid customers. I laid their groaning, my ass bubbling with white goo and my face covered in globs of cum and spit. Jason walked over and stuck me with another .7 slam. The mens’ cocks grew hard watching my pimp drug me up. I had come down a little from my high before, but now I was wired all over again. My existence was nothing but a hole, a disposable dump n’ run. My purpose was to be bred by men, and if I let them, Jason would slam me. “Go on, boys; he’s all lubed up. Get your $10’s worth,” he said, grinning. I lifted my legs and tossed my head back. Continued in part 4

I. I was 23 years old, and hungry. It had been 6 months since I came out of the closet, and I had already had two semi-serious boyfriends, both of whom were accidents, the result of 22 years of self-repression and an over-abundance of eagerness. I had been celibate for one month, (I know, 5 months, two relationships, how could either of them have been serious? - but they were in their own way). After ending the second relationship when I decided I needed to go out. So I prepared myself, body and spirit, called up my best hag and went to a bar in the east village where I knew I would be successful. Not ever having picked someone up strictly for sex, I was nervous, and didn’t really know what to do. I might have had a few too many vodka sodas. The evening was progressing how I envisioned it, and how so many before it had played out. Meaningful glances, prolonged stares, a few feeble attempts to grab my ass. I would have let him go to town on me, whoever decided to make a move, it almost didn’t matter who it was. But I’m kind of a hot piece, so I understood their hesitation ;-). Just as I was giving up hope, they arrived. I was sitting at a stool by the bar, my friend next to me, and I felt his ass brushing against my knee. I look up to see a perfectly average looking Latino dancing up on me and giving me this lascivious grin. He was being so direct I was starting to blush which was when this other guy comes over and starts chatting me up. Gorgeous, black, my height (6’3”), easy smile. A man on the hunt and I was ready to be his prey. “You’re hot” he said. “Thanks…." “No, like, the hottest guy in here.” “Thanks….” I’m sure I was blushing. What are you supposed to say when people open like that. “Thanks, so are you, fuck me?” Which is what I wanted to say, of course, and I think he could tell. Indicating the Latino who hasn’t stopped dancing on me, “This is my roommate.” He waved. I could feel him licking his chops as he stared a hole right into me. Wait a second. Am I being propositioned for a threesome? Can I handle that? I decide that this would be too much for tonight, but file the possibility away for future reference. The black man puts his hand on my thigh, I put my hand on one of his gorgeous pecs, and we kissed. A hard long kiss. My hands explored his perfect body and came to rest on his ass. I spread my legs a little wider and pulled him closer to me. The roommate was trying to get in on it, rubbing his hands all over me, but I ignored him: I had my prize. We broke-off the kiss. My friend had left. Five minutes had elapsed and I said “Wanna get out of here?” Trite, but effective. He grabbed my hand and lead me out of the bar leaving his now depressed roommate behind. We hailed a cab and I told the driver where to go. “I’m John” he said. "Peter” I responded, feeling slightly shameful having left a bar with a man without even knowing his name, but I also realized that I didn’t care. That is the kind of guy I was going to be that night. I reached to grab his crotch, he grinned, and pulled me in for another passionate kiss. It was the dead of summer and he was wearing loose shorts, so I could feel his dick grow. And grow. And grow. And holy shit it’s massive. “This feels nice” I smirked, embarrassed by how slutty and ridiculous I was being. “It does the trick. I want to fuck you” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Good” By now we arrived at my apartment. I paid the cabbie and lead my conquest (or was I his?) inside. Over glasses of water on the couch we chatted a bit more. I discovered he was 32 and was a waiter, but it didn’t matter. Eventually I stopped the talking by straddling him and continued our make-out session from the cab. He was clearly enjoying our play - his massive dick was getting hard in his shorts. I stood up and stripped my clothing, exposing my lean, smooth body, and I fell to my knees in front of him to remove his shorts. Releasing the button, I slowly lowered the zipper. The feelings of excitement and apprehension were building. As I pulled down his briefs I actually gasped as his hard-as-a-rock 9.5 incher flopped out, bouncing off his stomach. A slight fear set in. I had only had two cocks in my life, both of which had been quite average in size, but, it would seem, my apprehension no longer mattered. John grabbed my head and pushed me down onto his monster. He had a slight musk that was intoxicating, and whatever fear I had melted away as I became infatuated with this man and his cock. I sucked on him for a long time until he pulled me back up to straddle him again. We kissed, sharing his musk as his massive dick rested between my cheeks. It was too much, I had to have him inside of me. I pulled him to his feet and lead him into the bedroom where he pushed me face down onto the mattress, spread my ass cheeks and began giving me the most incredible rim job of my life. He ate my smooth asshole with a passion I had never experienced. I could feel my hole opening up to him. He was preparing me for the fuck of my life, and I couldn’t wait. He licked up my back, dick once again resting in my crack, and began to suck on my ear, my most sensitive spot. As his tongue worked one ear and then the other, his hand pulled my head up and back, my hips began to grind against his, almost on their own, causing his dick to flirt with my hole. I saw the lube and condoms on my side table, squirted some lube into my hand and reached back to coat his gorgeous, throbbing cock. Without a second thought, I aimed it at my hole, and pushed my ass back on him. “Awwww fuck yeahhh boy, that’s so fuckin hot.” I couldn’t respond. His hand went to the back of my neck, pushing me into the bed as his cock continued to snake its way into me. He went slowly, allowing me to get used to it. I wasn’t a novice, but this was by far the biggest dick I had ever had, and it was intense. Finally I felt his pelvis resting against my ass, he was all the way inside me, and began grinding his hips around. I could feel his dick head deep inside me, rotating around making me feel things I had never felt before. A low moan escaped my lips. I spread my legs wider. I was ready. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto all fours, I arched my back. “Hell yeah, white boy!” he said, and took the cue to start fucking me in earnest. He was deep dicking me with long, hard strokes, never taking his dick fully out of my ass, always on the brink. Each thrust forcing a “UHN!” out of me. His hands roamed my body, taking possession of me. Moving up my back to my shoulders, pulling me back up to him, his hand coming around to my neck, licking my ear, pulling me back for a kiss, all the while his huge dick tearing my ass up. I was putty in his hands, my body going where he put it. With one hand still on my throat his other traced down over my pecs, my tight belly, reaching to my hard cock which nobody had been paying any attention to until now. He held it, gave it a few strokes. I whimpered. He reached to my balls, and held them firmly. My head lolled, my body resigned to be an object of his pleasure. I was in heaven. I reached my hand down between my spread legs and back to feel his huge, raw dick pumping in and out of my ass. I had never been barebacked, and the knowledge that I was on my hands and knees taking the bare cock of a complete stranger up my ass was enough to make me shoot right there. Suddenly he pulled out and lay down on his back. I got another look at his enormous cock, glistening on his stomach. Without missing a beat I climbed onto him, straddled his hips, grabbed onto that big dick and sat down. I was plenty loose by now, and slid down his entire length. He let out a deep moan, and I went to work, working my hole on that big pole. He grabbed my dick and started jerking me off and, without warning, I couldn’t help it but come all over his chest and stomach. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, I felt it originating deep inside me and the release was thrilling. I collapsed on top of him, but he wasn’t finished. He pushed me off of him and onto my back. He scooped up some of the cum from his body, rubbed it on his cock, grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs wide and plunged his entire length into me. I cried out, but my cock betrayed my true feelings. Springing to life again, he looked at me and smiled. Leaning in close to my ear he growled “I knew it. From the moment you took me into that cab, I knew I’d be fucking your ass raw. I know your kind, you pretend to be good boys but what you really need is a man to show you what real sex is. I’m going to cum in your slutty ass, and you’re going to beg for it. Understand?” In response I hooked my legs around his waist, grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper inside me. He kissed me, and I sucked on his tongue like a lollipop. I needed this man to dominate me, and I wanted everything he had to give me. He began to fuck faster, deeper, stronger. His grunting became louder, breathing shallower and he asked me “Are you ready?” "Yes” I managed to gasp. “What do you want, slut?” “I want you to cum inside me! Please! Cum in my ass!” I spread my legs wider so he could get even deeper. “Aw fuck, fuckin HOT white boy I’m gonna make this ass MINE” and with that he came with a loud bellow deep inside me. I grabbed my dick and after a few quick strokes was spewing my second load of the night all over myself. He collapsed on to of me, gave me a few kisses, and climbed off. We lay there for a while, silently until he suggested we shower. We kissed some more in the shower, of course his dick got hard again. Without any words he turned me around, bent me over slightly and shoved that big cock in my now very sloppy ass. It didn’t take long, this time, until he was panting, grabbing onto my hips, and was finishing inside me once again. It felt good, to be used in this way. Surrendering control of ones own body to someone else to be used for their pleasure is someone I never got to experience with my boyfriends who were too “respectful.” I relished in the manliness of my partner for the night. We finished cleaning up and I said “Well, I know it’s late but you should be able to get a cab no problem.” “Oh, ha ha, I see. Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, we should get my roommate involved next time. He’s gonna be bummed he missed out playing with us: raw-fucking white boys is his faaaavorite.” “It was fun, 'though. It was good meeting you..." “… John.” “Right.”

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!

I temporarily busted my ass, having taken on about 35 guy in the last week. So, I thought about some movies I love that feature one person taking on the cum of a whole group of men. Before I came out, I used to watch the german GGG bukkake films, and fantasize about being one of the "girls". Now, I want to make this happen, but am not sure exactly how. The "hosts" in these movies get paid, but I don't want that. I would take my payment in cum. I would also let it be put on film. I am limited to traveling within Canada right now, but will get my passport later this year. If I can make a connection, and get maybe 30 - 50 guys lined up, I am willing to travel within North America for a bukkake party. Just something for everyone to think about. As I found out this week, my sex life can't just be about backdoor pleasure. On a side note: Who knew how horny bareback sex with strangers would make me? I have been almost constantly turned on all week.

Part 1 Hi, My name is Jessica, 23 years old, 5'5, 105 pounds. I have a slim frame but my ex-boyfriends say that I have a very nice set of breasts and full and firm ass ?. i have blonde hair and blue eyes. Anyway I have just recently just finished my degree in international relations and decided to immediately take my master's degree. I really wanted to specialize in Middle Eastern politics so I searched for several universities in the Middle East that offered some sort of financial aid to international students. I ended up accepting an offer for a 2 year Masters degree in middle eastern politics in a university in Cairo. In order to give myself some time to adjust, I flew to Cairo two weeks before my term started. my parents had some reservations about sending me to Egypt, aside from the costs (I got a scholarship but you know, expenses would still add up eventually), they were also concerned about my safety, with all the security threats - terrorism and they've also heard that Arabs have a thing for white women like me so, there's that fear of me getting raped or harassed. I wasn't that concerned since I've always had a thing for Arabs anyway, it wouldn't be rape if it's consensual right? And also I've had my fair share of sexual experience with my previous boy friends (I had 3 in college, and 1 in HS all were safe of course). I thought that I might as well have some fun since I'm in a foreign country anyway hahaha. on my first day, I immediately felt that there were lots of eyes on me... was it because I wore things differently, I do tend to wear skimpy clothes or was it just because I'm white? Anyway I loved the attention that I was getting, guys were extra nice and smiled a lot. On my 2nd day, it was an afternoon and I was just hanging out in a local cafe, reading a book and suddenly a guy sat on the chair right in front of me, I was about to say that I preferred to be alone, but my oh my this guy was gorgeous, he was about 5'8, beautiful eyes, strong features and seemed to have a very toned built. He introduced himself and apparently he just finished his degree as well, he was 23 and was unemployed. His name was Hassan and we chatted for a bit talked about Cairo in General and the places I should go to before starting school... I couldn't really remember everything he was saying as I was just lost in his eyes and his beautiful face... until the conversation became a little bit personal. Hassan asked if I had a boy friend and I said no. He smiled and slightly laughed saying he couldn't believe it, he said that a beautiful girl like me should have a boy friend, then after a couple of minutes he became more forward and asked about sex, he asked if its true that American girls had sex all the time, and I said it depends but mostly just have sex every now and then but we're not like hypersexualized creatures or anything, he then asked about me, if I'd had sex and I said, a couple of times. He fell silent and I think he was shocked with how honest and open I was. After a few seconds he regained his composure and asked how I'd be having sex now that, I'm in Egypt and have no boy friend, to which I answered... "I don't need to have a boy friend to have sex" I also smiled a little showing that I liked him (gosh, I'm even more of a slut now than before, in America, I'd at least be drunk before I got to this stage of flirting) Hassan then asked me if I was okay with having sex with locals and I said "Hell, yeah!" He just laughed and I think that made him more aggressive, seeing that I was an easy catch, Hassan asked me to walk with him to his friend's place and I gladly did. It was just 4 or 5 blocks away and I ended entering this building, climbed several flights of stairs, and then we entered this room, it was actually a nice apartment, the inside was much better compared to how things looked from the outside, he said that a friend of his rents this place and we could hang out for a couple of minutes if like. I was like ... are you seriously asking me this now? Hahah and of course and I just replied with a simple yes, and cute smile. He got me some drinks and we watched some tv for a while, he sat beside me on the sofa and then he put his hands around my shoulders and then I felt he was already touching my boobs. He looked at me and then, I smiled and just went for it- I kissed him and he kissed back... gosh his such an amazing kisser... he then removed my shirt and he removed his, gosh he is even sexier than what I expected, chiseled chest with a little bit of hair and amazing abs... I licked his chest then his nipples and went back to kissing him. His hands were all over me and then he removed my bra and he went for my nipples, sucking them like a baby hahaha he loved it, he was fondling my other breast while he was sucking on the other one. He then removed his pants and underwear and there it was... one of the biggest dicks I've seen in my life... it was thick, cut and hairless. Probably 8 inches and almost as thick as a can of beer. I couldn't believe it but it hypnotized me... I found myself immediately playing with his cock head - licking it and sucking on it. As I sucked on him he kept moaning and grunting which made me even hotter for him... I then sucked his entire penis... and gosh was it really really big, I started to gag but it was also so amazing... a thick Arab cock in my mouth ... Yum. He was leaking pre cum and the salty taste made me want to suck him more. He put his hand on my head and started pushing it further into his cock until my nose reached his pubic hair... with that his cock was completely in my mouth and I started to lick his balls while my mouth was full... this made him go crazy and he became more aggressive. He removed my pants and my panty and we changed our positions... he dove right into my wet pussy... and started licking it. He then pushed a finger and another until 2 fingers were inside while his tongue was doing its magic... it was amazing... my ex boy friends weren't this aggressive and now I'm loving this... he then positioned his cock head on my pussy and started rubbing it into my pussy... the pleasure was amazing... such a big cock rubbing against my pussy's lips was so amazing... i couldn't help myself grabbed his head and I started kissing him, he was sweating and it was dripping on my face and my body, I usually preferred clean sex but this Arab god panting and sweating in front of me made me feel different... I licked his sweat and it made me even hornier. I asked if he had a condom and he said... no. Uhm what am I to do? I always played safe but this hot Arab specimen is right in front of me.., I thought maybe I could make an exception this time and told him to just shove his dick right in but to just not cum in me. And shoved he did... it was amazing. It made me jolt and the size made it a little bit painful but the way it stretched my vagina made me so full and it was like his penis was activating various nerve endings I never thought I had. He pounded me really hard... and then he'd go sensual... slowly pulling his cock half way out then slowly pushing it back in... again and again he did that then he'd go rough again. Until I heard him grunt and I realized he was cumming in me. I was in shock... this was the first time a guy ever came inside me but I also felt sexy... it was like sex was meant to be like this... raw and natural. I thought he was finished but after a few seconds he started to slowly pound me again... oh wow... this guys had stamina... he slowly pulled his penis out and pushed it back again slowly. He started kissing my neck and lips while caressing my breasts ... we were like that for maybe 15 minutes then I heard him grunt again and I knew he was cumming inside me for the 2nd time. My pussy was now very slick and it made me feel really hot. As he slowly pulled out his penis the thoughts and feelings involved with my first raw sex dawned on me and it pushed me over the edge... as he was slowly pulling out... I had one of my biggest orgasms in a long time. We then took a shower together while caressing each other in the shower and then got changed. We hung out for a few more minutes and then I decided that I had to get back to my dorm. He gave me his number and I gave him mine... we promised to stay in touch and as a left the room and walked through the narrow corridors of this old building. I noticed a handsome guy walking in my direction... this guy's maybe 5'9 a little bit more muscular than Hassan and gosh his eyes seemed to pierce through my soul... as I walked I noticed he was looking at me and was checking me out from head to toe. I felt embarrassed and I think I blushed a little... then after a few more steps our paths crossed and then later on I noticed he entered the room which I came from, he might be Hassan's friend... and I thought #1 That was close! And I couldn't help myself think what would have happened if he caught me and Hassan fucking on his couch. Haha

I grew up in a very small town. In High School I had gone on a few dates with boys, kissed one or two, and jerked one off, but nothing more. I had figured out I was gay, but didn't even know if I was a top or a bottom. That started to change within two weeks of starting college. During Orientation, I met a really cute guy named Joe. We had the same major, lots in common, and he was gorgeous. He was nearly six feet tall, sandy blond hair, strong nordic cheekbones, and a sleek taught body from years of being on the high school regional swim team, which he was now joining in college too. We were both inexperienced when it came to sex, which we both realized the first time we managed to get a dorm room alone for the night. We sloppily kissed and rolled around on the bed, but didn't know how to suck cock yet, and certainly no anal. Essentially, we were both virgins. The fact that we were both eighteen meant we could cum quickly and stay hard enough to cum again mere minutes later. A few weeks into our first semester, I went to his first swim meet. I was proud of him for being out to all of his teammates and coach. The match was great and I loved watching all of the Juniors and Seniors in their skimpy speedos, soaking wet and clinging to every inch of what little they covered. And on top of that, they won! Afterwards, he introduced me to his coach and some of the guys on the team. His coach, who insisted everyone call him by his first name, Tony, told us he was having a celebratory party that weekend. Tony was beautiful. He could have been a lumber jack if he wasn't a college swim coach. He had red hair, turning ever so slightly salt-and-pepper at the temples and thinning on top, sideburns, and a bushy mustache. While most of the boys he coached were pale and slim, he was tan and beefy. His shoulders were broad, pulling the buttons of his tight polo shirt open, revealing a few tufts of chest hair. Needless to say, I was watering at the mouth!I was excited to go and hang out with such a hot group of guys, and such a hot coach! Saturday rolled around, and Joe and I managed to get an hour together in my dorm room before leaving to drive to Tony's house for the party. After maneuvering into an awkward sixty-nine position, I managed to get the head of his uncut cock in my mouth for about thirty seconds before he filled my mouth with his salty cum. I put my hands on the back of Joe's head and tried to aim his lips to my cock, but he seemed to miss my cues. He licked at my dick, while jerking my dick so hard it was starting to hurt, but I shot off anyway, all over his face. I reeled around and licked my jizz off of Joe's chiseled face. He squirmed and pulled away, sort of grossed out by the thought of eating cum. He grabbed his briefs off of the floor and used them to mop his face off as I chuckled, saying, "You'll get used to that if we keep this up. You might even learn to like the taste." He laughed and suggested we get ready to go or we would be late. We pulled our clothing on, but he decided to skip the underwear and chucked it into my laundry hamper. We showed up at Tony's house only a few minutes late and must have been the last people to arrive as the driveway and street in front of the house was packed with cars. All of the lights were on and we could hear music all the way from the street. We rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Tony met us at the door. He was wearing a thin linen shirt, unbuttoned at the front and practically see-through. As my eyes dropped from his burly chest down to his fuzzy belly button, and then lower to a massive bulge in his tight shorts, my jaw dropped and Tony smirked as Joe slapped me across the belly saying "Dude, quit checking out my Coach!" I didn't know if either one thought it was funny or not. Tony ushered us inside saying "I want you to meet my parter, Charlie." Woah! I had no clue Tony was gay! His house was huge and we wandered through a few rooms and out onto a backyard deck before finding Charlie. He had a tray full of red cups, and he was passing out cocktails to the older team mates. Charlie was younger than Tony, but older than all of the guys on the team. He looked like he might have been Latin, or maybe Greek, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a great tan, a bit shorter than me, but in great shape, with a toned chest clearly visible under a tight t-shirt. He started to offer me and Joe a drink, and Tony stopped him, saying "I'm not sure these guys are of age...." Charlie smiled slyly saying, "Right. Wouldn't want to corrupt your students." With that, some of the guys close enough to hear started laughing. Charlie laughed too, and then went to go get us some fruit punch instead. I looked around and realized that there were no girls there. I figured that Tony would have invited his team members' girlfriends too, but I guess not. The teammates there seemed to know each other pretty well and didn't seem lonely without their girlfriends at all. As we continued to scope out the scene, I saw the massive pool in the backyard. It must have been at least a quarter of an Olympic-sized pool. With the sun starting to go down, the lights under the water turned on. Charlie put his hand on my shoulder as he handed me some punch and asked "Hey, you wanna go for a swim?" I replied "Sure, but I didn't bring a suit." “No problem,” said Charlie. You're wearing underwear right? That'll do.” “Well, I'm not. We, er, got distracted on the way over...” grinned Joe. Tony Put his big bear arm around Joe and smiled, saying "No worries, man. I'm sure I've got something you can borrow. My size might be a big big on you, but it'll do in a pinch. Come with me." “Okay. Dive in, guys, don't wait for us!” said Joe as Tony ushered him away. Charlie started "First one in's a rotten..." "EGG!" some of the guys standing around shouted. Charlie and the rest of the guys started peeling off their shirts and dropping their shorts. One or two of the swim team guys were nude, but I figured, what the hell. If they're not embarrassed why should I be? I stripped down to my white Calvins and dove in. We all splashed around, laughing and horse-playing as I met some of the guys who I had been ogling around campus and at the swim meet. There must have been ten guys there, along with Charlie. The way they were teasing each other made me think some of them might be gay or might even be boyfriends. I got confused when I saw Dan kissing Mike and then Mike kissing Andrew. If Dan and Mike were dating, why would he kiss Andrew? I couldn't help but spring a woody. My hard-on got even harder when I saw Mike kiss Charlie and Andrew kiss Dan. I thought 'Where's Joe? He's missing all of the fun' while all around me, guys were making out with each other and pulling each other's bathing suits or underwear down. Charlie sidled up to me and smiled as he put his hands on my chest, sliding down to my cock, pulling my briefs down and wrapping his hand around my dick. “Whoah, we should stop this,” I weakly protested. I desperately wanted to kiss Charlie, but didn't want to upset Joe. “What about Joe,” I asked. “What about Joe,” Charlie said. All the while, Charlie was milking my dick under the water. By this time, we had two or three guys surrounding us, rubbing their hands all over our bodies. Dan leaned in close, still jerking my dick, and whispered, “What do you think Tony is doing with Joe right now?” I looked around and didn't see either of them and thought 'Maybe I should go inside and check on Joe' but before I could try to pull away from the group, I was shooting a load into the pool. “Finished so soon?” Charlie asked. Andrew shouted, “I bet he's got another load or two!” With that, two boys hoisted me, nude and hard, onto the edge of the pool. Mike pushed my shoulders back until I was on my back. He then got up and aimed his massive dick into my mouth. I gagged immediately, but he just kept shoving it in. He took a break as I caught my breath. Next to me, Andrew was starting to fuck Dan. I couldn't help but notice that Andrew's dick was sliding into Dan's ass without a condom. I had never seen even in a video gay sex without a condom. Dan was moaning like it felt really good. Then, I saw Charlie standing in the water. He smiled at me and started to lift my legs as he stroked his dick. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. As he mashed his wet lips against mine, I felt his cock poking at my virgin hole. I was okay with him fucking me, but worried about protection. “What about a condom?” I asked. “Listen kid. I don't have anything you couldn't catch from any of the guys here. Don't worry about it...” I figured, whatever. If it was going to be my first time, I wanted to feel what it was really like. Charlie was gentler than I expected and took his time working his tool into me. He pumped away as I felt my back rubbing back and forth against the wet concrete beneath me. It never hurt and I swear I could feel his heart beating through my hole. Charlie picked up his pace as the guys around were cheering us on. He slammed into me a few more times and then held still. I didn't know it then, but he was cumming in my hole. He pulled out as the guys were cheering and clapping. I was grinning, happy to no longer be a virgin, but sort of sad that my first time hadn't been with Joe. I knew Joe and Tony must have been able to hear the commotion from inside even over the booming music. Andrew pulled out of Dan and asked me if I was ready for another round. I said, “Well, maybe later, but I want to check on Joe first and make sure he's okay.” Charlie slapped his softening cock against my legs and laughed. “I bet I know where to find them,” he snickered as he climbed out of the water and helped me up. I stumbled to my feet as Charlie took my hand. Mike handed me a towel. I dried off a bit, noticing then what must have been Charlie's cum dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs. The guys kept on playing together as Charlie led me inside. In the kitchen, he gave me a glass of water. I didn't hear anything in the house except for the bass of the music from outside. Charlie leaned in and kissed me. “Tony sure knows how to pick 'em” he said. “He didn't pick me. I'm not on the team,” I replied. “Joe's on the team.” “You'll both be on the team if tonight goes the way it should. And once you're on this team, you're on it for life.” Charlie mussed my hair and smacked my bare ass. “Let's go upstairs...” To be continued......

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Tuesday afternoon I was driving through town and was close to one of my favorite Adult Bookstores. My cock was stirring in my pants thinking of sucking a nice cock so I made the turn and ended up at the store. I went inside and got some tokens and headed back to the Arcade. The lights above two booths with a gloryhole between them were on and no one else around. So I just stood around waiting when I heard the door chime and in walked an older gentleman. He walked up to the cashier and purchased some tokens and headed back to the arcade. I waited as he walked by he gave me a look over and headed towards a booth. Before entering the booth he made sure to make eye contact with me and entered the booth and shut the door. I walked over and entered the booth next to his and shut the door, sat down putt a couple of tokens in and looked through the hole between us. He already had his pants down and was stroking a very nice cock. I was every bit of 6 inches possibly a little more but it was nice and fat. I stood up and pulled my pants down and got on my knees looking through the hole. I placed my finger on the edge of the hole to let him know I was interested and he didn't hesitate to stand and push his cock through the hole. I started to stroke his cock and could feel it getting hard so I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and I have to say I was having a hell of a time getting the head into my mouth. I started to slide his cock farther into my mouth when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I tried to push it in further but the head was too big and wouldn't go down my throat. So I started to suck what I could of his cock moving my mouth up and down the shaft. I heard him moan softly so I know he was liking what I was doing with his cock and that really gets me turned on. Then he started to move his hips back and forth fucking my mouth with his cock. This went on for a short time and then he pulled his cock out of the hole. I was disappointed for a brief second thinking that he was done but he had a hold of the base of his cock and he turned slightly and then pointed his cock back at the hole. I knew what he wanted so I got a load of spit on my fingers and lubed my asshole with it as I stood up. I backed my ass to the hole and I could feel his hand rub my ass and asshole through the hole. He fingered my hole a couple of times and then I could feel the heat from the head of his cock pressed against my hole. He pushed forward and I kept my ass pressed against the hole and I felt the head of his cock open my hole up. God that felt good as his cock slid inside me. He pushed as far as he could and held his cock in me as deep as he could for a few seconds. Then he started to slowly fuck my ass through the gloryhole. Damn his cock felt good sliding in and out of my hole. He fucked me nice and slow for a short time but the pace of his cock started to pick up and he started to fuck my hole faster and faster. I could hear his hips and his belt buckle hitting the wall between us. I could hear him breathing and moaning on the other side of the wall and could tell he was getting closer and closer to cumming. It really gets me turned on when I know a guy is going to use my ass as a place to dump his cum into. It wasn't long and I could hear him grunt and heard his knees and body slam against the was and with one big push he held himself as deep inside of me as he could and held his cock there. I knew he was pumping my ass full of his cum and I made sure to push myself against the wall so I could get all of his load deep inside of me. He finally slowly slid his cock out of me and I guess because of the head of his cock being so big as his cock popped out so did most of his load. I felt it running down the back of my nut sack and down my legs and into my underwear and pants. I pulled away from the wall so I could catch as much of his cum on my fingers and had to taste his cum. Damn I was in heaven. I pushed what I could into my hand again and cleaned his cum from my fingers. I got myself together, pulled my pants back up and exited the booth and back to my car.

* 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

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Introduction: Ralph, a 30 y old athletic jock in an open relationship contacted me on a gay-site as he was looking for his first "give up control" -experience: being mostly a vanilla top with his boyfriend, he had started to live out his passive side *outside home* over the last 6 months; and he is determined to follow this path, to explore kinky sex, giving in to his darker fantasies like getting dominated/used. Top, older, experienced, assertive to dominant, into fantasy-scenarios, chems-friendly were his priorities. After a lively message-exchange we agreed on a patient-doctor-scenario with bondage as a compulsory must-item, otherwise Ralph is open-minded, even adventurous when having a buzz going, trusts Doc to correctly dose "medication" in order to have him sufficiently relaxed, to lead a thorough physical exam as long as scat, puke, blood, fisting and safe play are respected as limits. Doc inquired about his drug-experiences and learned that Ralph and his bf had had horny session by snorting c, smoking a joint or swallowing an e-pill when going out dancing their ass off. Ralph was so concise, manly, self-assured, robust in his conduct when dealing with me that I had a slight doubt if he would be ready to submit to a given alpha-character like me, enacting this famous specialist he was having an appointment with in order to get a second opinion for the pain in his lower abdomen.A week before the set date he inquired about the scenario of the session: good sign, I thought, this guy starts to show a bit of nerves. I replied to him to expect a normal visit at a doctor the way he knows it, explaining that any doctor is always in charge, you go to see him as you are in pain, as you seek a diagnosis, as you red medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate … which automatically puts you in a sub-position; I explained further that I suggested this scenario to him as it's ideally suited for a first "S/M-experience", of giving up control, of being helpless at the mercy of another guy. I'll connect you (bondage) to my computer with a specialized medical software in order to get instantaneous, ongoing data. Plus a doctor is in continuous dialogue with a patient examining him, so I'll inquire about your well-being, where and when you are hurting etc, and you'll be able to provide info (such as how you feel, how strong the effect of the given relaxant is) … allowing both of us to communicate without stepping out of our respective roles as patient and doc. And last I added that ignoring what's gonna happen is part of the fun and excitement. He acknowledged receipt of my message, not having any further questions, looking forward to a totally new experience! I decided to have a non-discussed surprise to unsettle Ralph upon his arrival ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arrival: Marco, the male nurse in my practice will let him in, introduce himself as receptionist, inform him that doc is busy with an emergency-case yet will see him soon. Truth to be said this guy is an occasional fuck-buddy of mine, half-Brazilian half-German, fair-skinned yet an exotic looking stunner, charming with an engaging smile, hair-stylist by profession, always dressed in tight white trousers and T-shirt, displaying a well-packed basket which has women and gays drooling over him. Sexually he is fully versatile, covering all aspics of gay sex from dominant-nasty to sub-pig; plus he is the best WS-top I know, able to let go and piss with an erection any time, sober or high, be it down a guys throat or up a bottom's ass. My fuck-buddy was given the routine task to make Ralph fill in a form regarding all relevant personal info and to sign a form "Disclaimer of Liability". Next he ordered Ralph to undress to his briefs, making him stand on a scale in order to take his weight. Marco got aware that this patient was a hot guy, had a well proportioned muscular build, an ample lump in his briefs and a set of pronounced ass-globes which had him look forward to his later role in the scenario. Leading the way to the examination room he invited Ralph to lie down, measured his blood-pressure by a sphygmomanometer, inquired if he had cleaned himself out according the instructions sent to him and finally informed him that he will rectally apply him a light relaxant according Doc's prescribed dose. Marco asked Ralph to get rid of his briefs, to shift in a side-position, to raise his thigh toward his thorax in order to expose his anus. Next Marco generously lubed up his gloved finger, warned Ralph that the lube may feel cold, pushed his index-finger through the sphincter and inserted it as far as his fingertip touched Ralph's prostate. As a reaction a loud gasp was to be heard: Marco encouraged Ralph to deeply inhale and exhale, next to push out in order to relax his clenched sphincter. Despite keeping his finger motionless Marco noticed that the penis of the man lying on the table filled out considerably. Extracting his finger Marco inserted the needle-less syringe, emptied the contents of it. Whilst a slight warmth was spreading out in his bowels Ralph was unsure how to handle the nurses request for feedback: honestly declaring he did not feel any buzz or discretely describe he doesn't feel anything if not a bit warmer…? As Marco's conduct had been all professional, not sending out the slightest clue he might be part of the fantasy-scenario, Ralph decided to go for the latter solution, informing Marco that he still feels nervous, not relaxed. Little did he know that the nurse had injected him some ...

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Alex got back in the sling and got himself settled as the next guy in line stepped up. This guy was muscled up with a shaved head and a thick goatee. And he was hot as hell. But there was something about him that seemed familiar to Daddy Max. He had a good sized 8 inch cock with a thick PA and both of his nipples were pierced. He also had a large biohazard tat around his belly button. The stud looked at Max, winked at him, and said in a deep, masculine voice, “Max, you look good.” It was the voice that triggered it. “Roger, is that you?” “You better believe it stud,” he replied. The 2 daddies laughed out loud and hugged each other. “It’s been years,” Max said. “Just got back to town recently,” Roger replied. “We’ll have to get together soon and catch up. This isn’t exactly the time or place for it.” “You’re right about that,” Max replied, “There’s a boy here in need of your poz cum.” “Oh, he’s getting more than that, I’m full blown now.” “Ooooooooh yeah,” Alex moaned. “Looks like you have an anxious boy on your hands, Max.” “He knows what he wants, and right now, it’s your big Aids cock and that thick PA inside him.” Max replied. “Let’s see what kind of damage I can do to that sweet boy cunt. Don’t want to leave this to chance,” Roger countered. He stepped up to the sling and used a hand to get some of the jizz that was running out of Alex’s well fucked hole. He slicked up his thick Aids cock and PA and said, “Hang on, I’m coming in.” He worked the PA and head inside the open hole, grabbed Alex by the hips, and slammed his cock all the way in. “GODDAMN!” Alex exclaimed as the thick cock rammed deep inside him. It wasn’t that it hurt, much, as it took his breath away. Roger started fucking him hard, slamming in every time and pulling back til just the PA was left in. He rammed in and out over and over, giving him a good, rough fuck. “UNGH, Fuck yeah, let me have it! Tear that ass up!” Alex said, letting Daddy Max know that the PA was probably doing some damage. He kept up that steady pace for several minutes, pounding him good. “You still good for a couple of loads?” Max asked Roger. “Oh yeah, I’ll dump a couple in your boy here, walk around for awhile, then probably dump one more before I’m done.” Alex grinned at that, then grimaced as he slammed his cock in him and obviously hit a sore spot. “Let’s just say it’s a good thing you just got double fucked, boy,” Roger commented. “You’ll bleed a little bit from this, but not like you would if I was your first cock of the night.” He could feel his first load building up and didn’t see any reason to delay it since he was going to keep fucking. “You ready for Aids load #1 boy?” “Oh yes Sir, please give it to me, please dump that toxic load inside me.” “Getting close boy, gonna breed you good, but it ain’t over yet. Not by a long shot.” He never sped up, just kept up the same pace, ramming in and out, but finally roared, “FUCK YEAH, TAKE MY AIDS CUM!!!” as he rammed home and stayed there, pumping his first load of the night. It was intense after such a hot, hard fuck. He stayed still for a couple of minutes letting his balls unload, then, with his cock still rock hard, started fucking again. He seemed to be taking it a little easier, but was still plowing in and out pretty well. He kept fucking in and out of Alex’s used cunt, churning up all the cum that was inside him, slamming his thick PA into the inner walls doing more damage. Alex’s cock was rock hard and leaking pretty heavily from all the abuse his hole was getting. Daddy Max noticed this and leaned down to Alex’s ear. “I know you’ve cum 3 times tonight, but all without touching yourself. Now that your hands are free, I’m sure you’d like to jack out a load.” Sensing he was whispering for a reason, Alex just nodded. “Since my buddy Roger is doing you such a favor by breeding you with his Aids cum, why don’t we make his 2nd orgasm something to write home about?” Again, Alex nodded. “His nipples are hard wired to his cock and if I get behind him and start working them, it’s going to turn him on big time. If you jack off and shoot while he’s fucking you, you’re asshole is going to literally squeeze his 2nd load out. How about it, you game?” Alex didn’t nod this time, he turned his head and kissed his daddy. “Good boy. Give me a couple of minutes to start working him, and then go for it.” He kissed Daddy Max again and started playing with his own nipples. Max stood back up and walked over to Roger, who was still plowing good and steady. “I do appreciate what you’re doing for my boy here.” “Your boy, huh?” Roger asked. “We still have to work out a few details, but yeah.” He reached up with both hands and turned Roger’s head to the side, giving him a deep kiss. While he was doing that, he started running his hand all around Roger’s chest. He broke off the kiss and got behind Roger, reaching around with both hands to his chest. He rubbed around some, then found both nipples and started playing with them. He had known Roger for a long time and knew what he liked. Hell, Roger was the one who pozzed him. Even before he got his nipples pierced, playing with them turned him on. Now that they were pierced, he was sure it was even more so. He pulled on the rings in them and pinched the nips, really working them. “OH FUCK YEAH!!!” Roger blurted out, obviously very into it. Alex knew that was his cue, so he used all the precum on his cock and started jacking off. He was so turned on by the 1st load of Aids cum, plus the fact that he was about to get a 2nd load, that he knew it wasn’t going to take long. Daddy Max kept working his nips and they could tell he was fucking harder now. “Oh yeah, give me that 2nd load! Fucking fill my cunt up with your Aids cum. Convert me you stud!” Alex said. He was getting close jacking on his cock, getting ready to shoot possibly his last neg load. He kept working his cock, feeling his balls draw up. Roger was plowing him good when Alex came. “FUCK, I’m cumming with your Aid cock in me!” he cried out. Same as last time, he had a couple of weak spurts from his cock and then some cum dribbled out, but mostly his cock jerked in his hand as if it was cumming. The important thing was he had a huge orgasm and his cunt clamped down on the thick Aids cock that was inside him. As soon as he yelled out he was cumming, Max clamped down hard on both nipples at about the same time Alex’s used hole clamped down on Roger’s cock. “AARRGGHH!” Roger roared as he unexpectedly blew his 2nd load into Alex. He just managed to slam his cock home one last time before he emptied his balls again. He pumped his 2nd Aids load deep inside Alex, knowing some of it would get in his system. When he fucked hard with his PA, they always bled. He’d lost count of how many guys he’d converted over the years. But it always turned him on, especially when they wanted it as bad as Max’s new boy did. He and Max had some good times when they were together. Alex was one lucky boy. When Roger’s load finally subsided, he slowly pulled his cock out. “Well, look there, I believe I see some bloody cum on my cock,” he said. He walked around to Alex’s head, “Care to clean my cock off for me boy?” Alex opened his mouth wide so Roger could feed him the cock that had just fucked him. He sucked on the softening cock tasting Roger’s cum and his blood and ass. Once his cock was clean, he leaned down and gave Alex a big kiss on his lips, then turned to Max and gave him a kiss as well. “We will definitely have to do this again soon. Give me a call once he converts and we’ll all get together for some more fun.” “You got yourself a deal,” Max replied.

The problem with the fiscal conservative position (low taxes, minimal government, free trade, low regulation, union busting, etc.) is that that is exactly the formula that has destroyed the middle class in this country. That's the Reagan formulation that has been conservative orthodoxy for the last 40 years. And, coincidence of coincidence, the problems we face with income inequality, lack of decent paying work, etc. all started with the Reagan years and have gotten worse and worse as time has gone on. That's not meant to exonerate the Democrats. Bill Clinton basically abandoned the labor roots of the Democratic party in the 90s. He embraced outsourcing manufacturing overseas. He deregulated the banks and laid the foundations for the Great Recession. In short, he adopted exactly the stance you advocate and killed off the long-term prosperity of much of the country. Obama was supposed to be different, but was basically Clinton redux. Even his signature legislation, the ACA (aka Obamacare) was policy lifted from the Heritage Foundation and first implemented by a Republican governor. The US has not had anything like a left wing party in decades, and people who work for a living have paid the price for that. The reason Republicans are anti-gay is the same reason Democrats are pro-gay. As a fairly small but visible minority, we make a very convenient political football that distracts the voters from the fact that the Democrats and Republicans long ago settled on a pro-corporate, anti-labor agenda. Therefore, they play up the social issues because that distracts from the real issue: the fact that the country is being bled dry. Trump is good for the country in this sense: he's revealed the depth of the economic problems in the country. The very fact that he could get elected at all gives me some hope that, in spite of all the "fiscal conservative" brainwashing that has been flowing out the mass media, there may be some hope of actually attacking the problem head on. Trump isn't the solution. But at least he's revealed the problem.

Good story, revenge and punishment is one entirely understandable reason for stealthing someone (unless you're stealthing innocents, which I don't get). I also understand the guys that reckon that becoming Poz is inevitable because of their behaviour. The poor, sad gay kid who thinks he's joining a big friendly loving Poz family where he will no longer be bullied I'm sorry for. The subs (male or female) who are so imprinted on their masters that they will share their disease with them, I'm not so sure about. But where does this leave me, THINKING about stealthing comparative innocents? Fuck Mary bare last night and Jane bare tonight; they're both tarts, they're both a dangerous but unquantifiable risk, neither of them expect any better of me; but I get off on imagining in my mind's eye, Mary's bugs jumping up and down on my willy, as I slide it into Jane! Am I just as dirty, malicious and murderous a fucker as the rest on here, advocating spreading disease, accepting disease as a good thing, and offering to Poz up everybody's wives girlfriends and whores? Likes on this post will count as a "Yes" to that last question!

For me, that's the hottest story on here! Thank you for making me cum over and over again reading this!

Part 10 I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.” “Hi Sir. What are… How’d you..” I trailed off. “I really don’t even need to ask do i?” He smiled and shook his head, “No boy, you really don’t. Open your bag.” I looked at him, confused. “My bag, why?” The smile faded and was replaced with a look of slow burning anger. “OPEN IT.” I opened my bag, and handed it to him, realizing too late why he demanded it. He took the bag, and removed the paper bag from it. He looked back to me and only smiled. “I know why you did this boy.” “I’m scared Sir.” “I know boy. Open your door.” “My door, but…” “The more you challenge, the worse it’ll be for you. Do it.” I opened the door part way and looked for approval. Not getting anything, I opened it all the way. “Now tell me why you are not wearing your clothes from this morning. I specifically directed you not to change.” I detailed fully, with guys walking down the hall, what had happened earlier, the gang bang in the bathroom, the bitch being given my shirt and shorts and me getting his clothes. All the while I could feel people watching and listening. Sir nodded approvingly. “Brother Robert gave me a full report of what happened and that you followed directions fairly well. I’m very proud that you have brought another boy into the fold already, on your first day. I will be meeting the bitch later on to test him out.” “Brother Robert? He…” “You NEVER use a Brother’s name boy. You do not have that privilege.” “Sir, I am sorry.” “Strip to your jockstrap. Let’s see how you are looking.” “Strip? But the door is…” “Open, yes I’m aware of that. But the guys who’ve been standing there listening to your story don’t care if you strip, do you guys?” I started to turn but Sir stopped me, “Eyes on me Joey.” I took off all of my clothes except the jockstrap, hearing the guys behind me laugh. Sir eyed me and reached behind me and stuck a finger in my ass. “Tight and wet. Good boy.” “Your next lesson begins now Joey. And will prepare you for your next adventure. Get on the bed, next to me, on your knees.” I did as I was told. Sir then verbally and physically manipulated me until I was in the position he wanted. Face down in a pillow, back arched and ass up in the air. I heard a voice from the doorway, “Damn I’d love a piece of that.” Sir said, “That’s what he is here for. But it’ll cost you.” The voice said, “I don’t have enough.” Sir responded, “He’s on discount right now. $1 a fuck.” I groaned, realizing what Sir thought of me. “Shut the fuck up Joey. You made over three grand last night. You can make yourself affordable to these nice young men. You boys interested or not?” I saw a dollar drop in front of the pillow and felt a cock at my ass. For what seemed like hours, I felt multiple guys fuck me and an incessant burning in my ass as loads were dumped in me. Sir made me turn and look at him and I saw my phone in his hand, recording my ass being bred over and over. “Tell the men watching this who you are.” “My name is Joey Collins.” “Now tell them what you are.” “I’m a… I’m a cumdump. I take any load, any where, any time.” As I said that, another guy unloaded in me and I moaned from the burning in my ass. After the string of guys ended, I heard Sir say, “Get up and close the door.” I walked to the door, cum dripping down my leg, and closed the door. I walked back to Sir and kneeled at his feet. “Give me your pill bag boy.” I reached to the bag which had fallen on the floor and handed it to him. He took the bottles out and looked at them. “So these help prevent you from getting infected? You want to reject my gift to you and the gifts from Him, and Marquise and Brother Robert? And however many other tainted loads you’ve taken?” I looked at him and nodded. “I don’t want to get sick Sir. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He smiled at me. “The thing is Joey, you’ve been committed to this. My Sir has already selected you as his next offering to Our Lord Lucifer. So you are going to take these pills, and one by one, you are going to crush them, just as your hopes of not getting infected will be crushed.” He handed me the bottles and sat and watched. He recorded me as I poured the pills out onto a book. He recorded me, making me apologize to each of the known men who’ve given me toxic loads for rejecting their gifts. When I finished, he made me refill the bottles with the crushed life saving pills. “Now boy, put those on your desk where you will see them every morning and night.”

Part 9 I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.” What the hell is going on with me? I came to get meds to NOT get HIV and then take another AIDS load. And the demon? I already forgot what he said, but the face is vivid. I looked at the time and realized I had to be at practice in 15 minutes. What the hell would happen there? I ran to the locker room and found my next humiliation waiting. Plastered on my locker were printed pictures of me with my face covered in piss and licking the urinal. Another with my lips wrapped around the big dick that was pissing down my throat. The guys looked at me, at least a few did. Some would not look at me, others just called me names like “Faggot” and “Piss whore.” I opened my locker and found that my uniform had been altered, with my pants now being really short shorts and missing the ass, my jersey now had my name marked out and “Queerboy” in its place. I looked to the coach, who was standing in his doorway, and he just smirked at me and waved me over. The guys looked at me as I walked over and I could hear them all suddenly be silent. “Hey queer, I heard you were a little busy after leaving here this morning?” I tried looking him in the face, but I couldn’t even do that. I just stood there, eyes down, and waited for him to finish his humiliation. “Nothin’ you want to tell the guys? Or do you know they’ve already seen your film debut?” I nodded my head. “Oh, but they only saw what was posted. They don’t know the other stuff do they?” My head snapped up and looked him in the eyes. “what do you want me to tell them coach? Just tell me what you know and what you want me to tell them. I’m done fighting you. You won? Okay? You’ve gotten me humiliated in front of them. What more?” “Oh, I’m sorry fag. Did you think I was done? No, not by a long shot. You tried to make a fool out of me, in front of MY team. I am far from done. You’re going to be a lesson to all of these little shitheads. You try and fuck with me, I will destroy you. Now, I hear you failed a midterm this morning? Or was it that you didn’t even show up?” “I didn’t show up. I failed it. Does that mean I’m off the team?” “Off the team? Not even close. I spoke with your professor and he told me the make-up plan you put in place with him. Very interesting use of your talents.” I hung my head down. “Get on your knees, bitch.” “Coach, please don’t…” “NOW,” he said in a very sharp tone. I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Now team, I told you earlier that the bitch here is available for you to use in any way you want.” Some of you have already seen his video from just after he left here this morning. I want you to actually see him in his new role first hand.” “C’mon coach, don’t make us see that faggot shit. It’s disgusting.” “You’re right Smith, it is disgusting. But you’re gonna see a small part. Open your mouth bitch.” I looked up at him and he was unzipping his pants. I opened my mouth. Coach stopped and then zipped up again. “I have a better idea. A team building exercise. Faggot, get in the showers.” I started to get up. “Did I give you permission to stand up?” I looked at him again, and got back on my knees. That smirk was back. “Crawl to the showers. On your hands and knees.” I didin’t even try to fight it. I started crawling towards the guys and they parted to let me through. I heard them muttering, some started to taunt me, some sounded sorry for what I was going through. Without warning, I felt a belt slap hard against my ass and I fell forward, squealing in pain. “Get the fuck up you worthless bitch,” the coach snarled. I got back up and felt another belt slap me, and then another. By the time I finally made it to the showers, I must have been whipped at least 10 times. Tears were streaming down my face and my back and ass felt like they were on fire. “Look closely at the faggot, just watch.” I heard guys ask what they were looking for and then heard the first, “Holy shit, what’s going on?” I looked over and saw the red fading and the welts disappear. The coach just laughed and said, “Tell em, bitch.” “It’s something that was done to me, I don’t know how or by who. I can’t be damaged, but I feel the pain. And, my…” I looked to the coach and he simply nodded. “And my ass doesn’t get loose. I’m like a virgin each time I get fucked. No matter how many guys fuck me, or how big they are, I tighten back up after they finish.” I could see looks that varied from disgust to now a few that looked interested. The outfielder from earlier caught my eye and licked his lips. “Get on your knees in front of your teammates.” I did and it felt weird being almost naked in front of 20 guys who were fully dressed. “Now the team building exercise. Each of you is going to take your turn and piss on Collins. I don’t give a fuck what you do, piss on him or make him drink it, he loves both. Any guy that refuses or can’t do it, you’re giving me 50 laps.” I heard several guys say they weren’t going to do it and I looked at the coach. That damn smirk was still there. The outfielder was first. “Faggot, you aren’t worth 1 lap, let alone 50.” He walked up and pulled his dick out and began pissing on me, starting at my crotch and moving up my chest. I looked up at him and saw a look of pleasure on his face and when he caught me staring he said, “Open up that mouth and tilt back.” I followed his direction and he pissed right in my mouth. With no direction given to swallow, I sat there and let it fill my mouth. “Drink it pig.” I began swallowing as fast as I could. I heard multiple guys muttering how disgusting this was but they were saying it as they all stepped forward in 2s and 3s. Soon I was getting piss from every direction, on my face and in my mouth, my nose was filled a couple times even. 1 guy stepped behind me and told me, “Spread that ass bitch.” I did and I felt a really heavy load of piss spray on my hole, causing it to open and some of it to pour. “That is so sick, your ass looks likes it drinking my piss.” After 18 of the 20 guys pissed on me, the coach told them I was their personal urinal for the rest of the season, but only in the showers. The guys walked out quietly, with 2 looking at the coach, who only said they could start their 50 laps now. I looked up to the coach and he said, “Take a shower, you stink. Then get out of here. You’re expected at your dorm soon.” I showered, and got back into the bitch’s clothes. For some reason I felt a little more of a bounce. I headed back to my dorm, seeing people still staring and pointing me out. I saw a couple of guys I recognized from the football team staring at me and I simply nodded my head and said, “yeah, its me,” and kept walking. Getting back to my dorm, I got to my door and saw some notes on my white board outside the door. “Let me tap that ass” and “Suck my balls dry faggot” were written there. I simply reached up and wiped it off. I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.”

Part 8 I walked out into the quad, my first time outdoors in over three hours. I felt a trickle of cum slide out of my ass and the disgust of what I had just done really hit me. Every other fuck, and every other load of cum dumped in me was forced. This time, I was not forced, I stripped for another man, I gave him my ass and let him fuck me. I heard laughter, but there was no one laughing. I felt my stomach rumble and realized I hadn’t eaten anything in a day and headed to the nearby snack shack to get food. I saw people staring, people pointing and people checking me out. I grabbed my food and found a quiet table. I sat there and stared at my food, hearing words in my head about being pozzed and taking AIDS loads. I lost my appetite as the fear of getting sick and dying became all I could focus on. I heard my father’s voice saying, “Queer’s deserve to get AIDS and die horribly.” I took out my phone and google’d HIV infection. I learned that there was a medication that could be taken to prevent getting infected. I also learned about PrEP and how to get it. I thought maybe I could get it at the health center so I ate my lunch and walked over. I got to the clinic and checked in. A nurse called me back in and took my vitals. She asked what I was here for and I told her. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she shamed me with her look. I heard her mumble, “You need to pray.” I waited in the room for the doctor. I heard a knock and the door opened. The doctor walked in and he looked to be in his early 40s. He sat down across from me and looked at a clipboard. “Hi Joey, I hear your looking to get some medication?” I said, “Yeah, I need to get medication to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence and broke down in tears again. How the hell did I have so many tears in me? The doctor sat with me and said, “You want to prevent getting HIV? Is there a particular reason you think you need this medicine? Have you done something that would make you think you’ve been exposed?” I nodded and cried more. “Tell me what you did Joey. Tell me why you want this.” He stared at me and I told him what happened, about the night at the rest stop, the bathroom and the incident with my professor. When I finished, I could see a look of awe, lust, and disgust on the doctor’s face. He moved his clipboard and I saw a huge bulge in his pants. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to his legs and reached to his bulge. I tried to fight it and could not. The doctor put the clipboard down and just watched me. He slapped me across the face and told me, “What do you think you’re doing Joey? This is highly inappropriate.” I sat at his feet, the pain from the slap still burning. I looked up at him, not moving. “You’ve taken how many loads?” “91 in the ass and one in the mouth.” “In less then a day.” “I can give you the prescriptions. But, I think you’re going to earn it aren’t you?” I looked at him and nodded. He stood up, and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me over to the exam table and told me to take off my pants. I did as was told and before I could do anything further, he pushed me down on to the table, and put my ankles in stirrups. He looked down at me and slapped me hard across the face again. “You’re going to lay there and not say a word. I’ll be right back. If I hear a sound, you’re going to regret.” I nodded my head as he turned and walked out of the room. The door was left open after he walked out. I could see people walking by the door, and caught a couple of people looking in at me. One guy, an older guy who looked like he was a custodian, stopped and stared at me. I saw him look both ways to the side, and he slipped in the room and shut the door behind him. I started to say something and he put a finger to his lips. He walked up and took his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and had a ring at the end. He lifted his shirt up and I saw a tattoo of a bio-hazard symbol. He smiled and again placed a finger to his lips. “This hurt, you stay quiet or make trouble.” I pleaded with him, silently. He smiled more and I could see teeth missing and sores on his tongue. “Shh, baby. Papa going to make you hurt.” He put his dick to my hole and shoved in. The pain was excruciating and I struggled to remain silent. I failed and squealed loudly. The old man smiled and punched me hard in the guts until I quieted down. He ripped my ass apart, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine being somewhere else. I didn’t hear the door open or close again, but I was brought back to reality when I heard the doctor’s voice say, “Open your eyes Joey.” I did and saw him watching me. “This is why you’re here, because you can’t keep your legs shut and let any man fuck you. Hector here, he’s a regular patient of mine. He’s infected half the campus with one bug or another over the years. Right now, he’s got every thing. Syphilis, gono, herpes, and AIDS. You didn’t even stop to ask him to put a condom on did you? Just let him shove his filthy dick in you. Did you even ask him if he was clean?” I looked at the doctor and shook my head. Hector sped up and looked at the doc and said, “I finish?” The doctor nodded, “Yes Hector, finish in him.” I pleaded with them, “Please don’t do this to me.” Doc simply slapped me in the balls and said, “Shut up Joey. You’re a whore, you want this.” Hector grunted and I felt the burning as he dumped his cum in me. Hector finished shooting and pulled out. He looked down and grinned, “You bleed like bitch.” I looked at his cock and saw streaks of my blood on him. He smiled and said, “Thank Dr. D.” he put his dick, blood and all, back in his pants, zipped up and walked out. The doctor stepped between my legs and told me, “Close your eyes, Joey. You don’t want to see what is coming.” I closed my eyes and as soon as I did, a memory tore my mind apart. I saw a face, but not a human face. It was red, scarred, and horns rose from out his forehead. He grinned and his teeth were fanged. I tried to scream but no sound came out. A voice came to my ears, “You have done me proud Joey. You have taken almost 100 loads in your hole. Some neg, but they can’t all be winners. Are you learning to enjoy being a whore? I’ve watched you. You’ve brought a new boy in to the fold. And you even willingly used your cunt to get ahead.” I shook my head. A low chuckle, “Oh Joey, you’re going to fight until the bitter end aren’t you? Resist you’re true nature as a son of my seed.” I just stared ahead at the face, the demon. He continued, “You haven’t put all the pieces together yet have you. Who you are, why you were chosen for this? I will tell you one thing, although when you wake up from this, you may decide to forget it. Your end is coming soon; I won’t tell you when exactly. But know that it will be an epic ending to your journey. Until then my son, open your eyes and see the next step on your journey.” My eyes snapped open, just in time to see a huge cock at my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, but the doctor’s hand slammed over my mouth and his wrapped around my throat. “You had to open your eyes? Why boy, why did you have to look?” The head of the cock, the monstrous thing extending from the crotch of the Dr., began to stretch my hole open. “Open that little pussy for me Joey. Let me push Hector’s disease further into you.” I tried to squeeze my hole tight, which only caused the Dr. to become angry. “Oh Joey, I really wish you hadn’t done that.” He pulled his cock out and I felt him slather a cold gel on my cunt. The gel soon turned warm, then hot. My eyes snapped open completely at the fire on my hole. “That should just about relax you. Don’t fight me this time boy. It’s only going to get worse for you.” He again pushed into me, this time I tried to squeeze but I couldn’t move. I felt my hole stretch, then stretch even more. “If it helps you to relax, I’m only 7” long, shorter then Hector,” he said with a wicked grin. I remembered the feelings of Marquise at the rest stop and Sir #2 in the bathroom. They were both smaller then this. The closest I could compare was Marquise and Coach double dicking me. This was still bigger. “Oh, Joey. I don’t think you’re hole is going to be usable after I’m done. It’s going to be destroyed. You ready?” I tried shaking my head, but he held me firm. “1…” I shut my eyes “2…” “God, please help me. I am sorry for my sins.” Laughter, and the face appeared again. “You call out for him? He’s not taking your call right now. I hear you though Joey. You’ll survive this and your hole will too. Don’t worry, your hole will be fine.” “3…,” I opened my eyes as he slammed, full force, into my cunt. “Oh Joey, I haven’t felt a cunt around my cock in years. Everyone sees it and then refuses to let me near their cunt or their ass. I’ve paid hookers and they give me back the money.” He pulled out a couple inches then pushed back in. “I need a picture of this. You’re not going to scream if I move my hands are you?” I shook my head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He started taking pictures of my cunt wrapped around his cock. He recorded video of him pulling out and sliding back in. “God that’s beautiful. Want to see what your ass looks like wrapped around me?” I shook my head, and then nodded. He turned the phone around I could see it. My cunt looked like it was spread 8-9 inches wide. I could see drops of white and red on the cracked ring. He continued to fuck and then said, “I’m going to shoot in you now.” And I felt again, the burning of my colon by a load of cum. It took almost two full minutes for him to slowly remove his dick, telling me he did not want to cause me any permanent damage, even though he thought my hole would stay distended. He snapped a last picture of my hole gaping then gasped, “What the…” He quickly fumbled with his camera, switching to video to record my hole tightening back up. “How the hell are you doing that Joey?” “It’s my… gift. From the ma… from Him.” The doctor looked at me as if I was insane. “Get up, the nurses are due back any minute.” He helped me out of the stirrups and my legs collapsed downward as if stone. I watched the doctor shove is soft cock, larger than many hard cocks, back in his pants. He threw my pants at me, “Hurry up.” I dressed and he handed me a brown bag. “The directions are in there for both the meds. Good luck with it Joey.” I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.”

Cum pig here looking for ALL loads but gifters are especially welcum! Dirtier and more toxic that seed the better! I literally just tested neg via a rapid test and still not preggers. I can host or travel. I have a sling, poppers, and basic toys if hosting plus a private house to noise and whatnot is not an issue. I do not PNP!

Threw another chapter together for you guys. Hope you like this new twist. Part 5 Between the two of them, I was carried in the air, held up by my ankles and the cock rammed down my throat. The guy who had his cock shoved down my throat walked backward until he was ass against the wall. The guy holding my ankles, who appeared to be in charge now, told a couple of the other guys, “You fuckers each grab one of the bitch’s legs.” I felt my legs being taken by new hands. “Spread his legs for me. When I’m done, you can have what ever is left over.” The guys pulled my legs as wide as they could and I was being held in mid air, about to get fucked. I heard a zipper come down and comments of “Holy shit man. You’re gonna kill him with that.” The guy fucking my throat about screamed and dropped hold of me. That got him a slap from the guy behind me, that echoed off the tile walls. “You little pussy, can’t you do even this right? Hold him up or get the fuck outta here.” The guy whimpered but regained focus and took me under the arms again. I felt the guy step in between my legs and his hands spread my ass open. “So the rumors are true. You are the virgin cum dump that Michael told me about. He said he and another guy both fucked you, dumped their cum in you and you tightened back up each time. You better hope you got enough cum in there because I’m going all in and it’s gonna hurt.” “Should I let the faggot see how big my cock is, or just run up his cunt?” When I shook my head, he laughed and said, “Yeah, I think it’s best to just break you open.” With that, I felt his cock head touch my hole, which was still burning in agony. It didn’t feel that big, compared to some of the other guys, like Marquise from last night. “Don’t get comfortable bitch. It get’s a little bit bigger…” I heard the guys holding my legs chuckle and screamed in agony, around the cock impaled in my throat. My hole ripped open as he speared my ass in one terrifying thrust. It felt like his cock was as big as a baseball bat, both in length and diameter. The last thing I heard was another voice from behind me say, “he’s never gonna sit right again,” before blacking out. I came to unwillingly, as the pain from his initial violation dulled down and was replaced by a repetition of pain as he pounded my ass and slapped the back of my head, forcing me to regain consciousness just as the guy in my throat unloaded. The guy behind me warned the guy in my throat, “Don’t you fuckin think of letting go. You’re not done until I’m through knocking this bitch up.” The guy whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” If I could find some joy in this, it was that boy getting treated like a punk. The guy fucking my ass grabbed my head by the back with a clump of hair and used this angle to increase the intensity of his fuck. I could feel the holes stretched out to accommodate his cock and the pain was relentless, as he found new angles to invade my ass. “I could go for hours in this cunt, but for now, I’m gonna finish up.” His thrusts increased in speed and he grunted loudly, “Yeah, here comes a special treat for you Joey. A big load from my balls, so deep in you, it’s gonna make you pregnant because this cum ain’t cummin back out.” I felt his cock spasm, but could not feel any cum. After he finished, he yanked his cock and what felt like my entire rectum out. “Nice rosebud Joey. Push it back in, because you aren’t done yet.” I reached back and felt my ass hanging out the hole and gently pushed it back in. “Alright boys, like I promised, you get the leftovers. Give him a few seconds and I here he turns back into a virgin.” The guys holding my legs gently set me down, and my mouth slid off the now flaccid cock of the other guy. He started putting his cock away when the guy who fucked me said, “What do you think you’re doing?” The guy froze and looked at him. “I think you need to learn a couple things before you leave here.” The guy shook his head like a scared boy and said, “Lemme go.” I chuckled at his fear and both guys heard me. The guy in front looked down at me, trying to snear at me, but his fear was evident. The guy behind me just said, “Quiet Joey.” I continued to watch, while another cock entered my ass. “What’s your name you wanna be man?” “B-B-Brad.” “Well B-B-Brad, here’s what you need to learn. You want to be a man and make other guys do what you want, like sucking your cock, you don’t really get a good blow job by threatening to knock their teeth out. You have to make them know you’re in charge and more of a man then they are. But I look at you an I don’t see a man. I see a scared boy who wants to be a man.” Brad shook his head, “I-I’m not scared, of, y-you.” Man chuckled and said, “Yes you are boy. You’re scared of what I’m going to do to you or make you do. Now get on your knees.” I felt another load dump in me, and felt the scalding burn as it hit my guts. I didn’t even care that I felt guys swapping out of my hole, I was focused on Brad as he tried to stand his ground. Man turned to the guy that apparently just fucked my cunt and said, “Don’t put that away yet, Brad here has to learn his place.” Brad’s head turned from the Man, the guy who fucked me, and then to me. His eyes looked terrified and pleaded for help. “GET. ON. YOUR. KNEES. NOW BRAD.” With just words and tone, Brad had been broken and he slid down the wall to his knees, his face level with mine. “Joey, it’s your choice. What should I do with little boy Brad here? Turn his wannabe man into a fag like you, only he cleans dirty cocks off. Or should I let him go?” I looked at Brad, his eyes welling up with tears and his mouth pleading, “Please man, I’m not a fag like… I’m sorry. Let me go.” I looked at him and though back to his threats. “Turn him into a fag Sir. Make him clean all the cocks off with his tongue.” The Man, who I still had not seen, laughed and said, “Good choice Joey. Your Sir will be pleased that you made the decision and that you addressed me correctly.” “Brad, open your mouth.” Brad whimpered, the tears flowing, and said, “Please.” “OPEN IT NOW.” As Brad slowly opened his mouth, I watched as a guy walked up to him and told him, “Clean my cock faggot.” Brad choked and gagged as the cock that had just been in my ass, and which was still coated with cum and ass juice, was slid into his mouth. This scene repeated itself over the next hour as each guy that fucked and seeded my ass used Brad to clean off their cocks. To his credit, he apparently was not a fag as he did not seem to ever get interested in his new job.

Boiler is 5-star! Visited Sunday afternoon - arrived around 3PM. Quite busy - mixed crowd, all ages. No rentb-ys (at least that I saw and I was there for several hours). By 6pm the place had at least a couple hundred guys in it. Amazing space. 3 floors. Enormous locker room (there must be 500 lockers if there's 1), showers, restrooms - all spotlessly clean. Large bar/cafe with external patio. Lowest level is vast with rooms, saunas, showers, maze, dark room(s), glory holes, video room, chill out area, you name it. This is a world class sauna. I'd compare to Phoenix in Koln. Hot! My only complaint (and this is purely personal opinion) is that the guys in Germany are not as attractive/hot as the guys in Spain. But without doubt this is THE sauna in Berlin.

I was in LA for work and as I got back to my hotel room, I was dying to party and get fucked again. At the front desk, I started to check in with a cute young white man then a handsome black man came over and started to small talk with me as he took over the process as the white boy stood aside. I thought it odd but I was too horny and dying to get naked in my room ASAP. The man called a hot dark skinned boy to carry my bags to my room and as soon as the boy left, I started to play my home made porn of me getting bred by many dark cocks of black and Dominican males on my ceiling with my portable projector as I signed online to look for local fun. I got many hits at first but after chatting with some of them, I settled on a black and white interracial couple who partied as well. The black guy was on mobile and told me he was close to my hotel and offered to come and meet me at the hotel. I was a bit hesitant at first but as soon as he mentioned that he could hook me up with a connection as well, I gave in and gave him the information. It wasn't even 10 minutes after, that I heard a knock on my door as I was getting undressed for a quick clean up before my guest arrived. I grabbed the robe and tried to get it on as I headed for the door. Before I reached the door, I heard the card key swipe and my door started to open. I froze on the spot with the bathrobe over my naked body with only one arm in as I watched my hotel room door open and the same black man from the front desk appear. He quickly closed the door behind him and said, "hope you don't mind but I'd figured you wouldn't". He walked towards me and pulled my body in his arms and started to kiss me deep and my already open my mouth accepted his kiss that lasted for a long time. He managed to slip a pill in my mouth when he pulled away from me that tasted really bad. I quickly grabbed a bottle from his hand as he offered it to me to wash down the taste. He took hold of both the bottle and my head and didnt release the hold til he emptied the every drop of the liquid from the bottle. Then his strong arms lifted my whole body and held it tight as he kissed me again. My mind started to get cloudy with lust and my body started to get hungry for sex as the man contained his intense kiss. When his tongue left my mouth, I was completely naked with drool leaking on the side of my mouth and my asshole rapidly opening and closing with hunger for his cock. He reached under me and felt my hole and I was out of control. I tried to wiggle my body to feel more of his finger. He laughed and answered my body's plea with two fingers, one from each hand. He also had a tiny solid at the tips of his fingers that he pushed deep into me. It wasn't burning like Tina so I used my inside muscle to help him push it really deep into me. He started to pull his fingers apart roughly stretching my hole wide. It hurt my body so good and made my whole body jerk with pain and pleasure in his arms. Eventually he lost his hold of my body and I fell onto mattress as I pulled his body down on top of me as well. I was surprised that his fingers remained deep in my hole and the Blackman somehow managed to strip his clothes as I felt his hard black cock hit my balls. As I opened my eyes and looked behind his head, I saw a close up of my hole being stretched by two fingers from big huge black hands then another one appeared holding a huge black cock approached my gaping hungry hole. I looked down and saw Dante smiling behind a Camera. "You are my bitch and as long as u r mine, I will take care of ur pussy." I was speechless as I beamed with a huge smile. At that moment, I felt and saw the new black cock pushing past the fingers and plunge deep into my pussy. I felt my muscles spamming along the length of his cock. Few minutes later, my inner walls opened up as I felt a fire from deep within. " do u feel that E booty bump?" I barely replied but heard someone say " the pussy walls are massaging and swallowing my cock deeper" I smiled up and saw dante's smile and another one floating above me as my head rolled in pleasure. Dante held the glass pipe at my lips and I inhaled it deep then as I exhaled dante pushed his cock down my mouth as deep as it would go. He slapped me hard every time my teeth scraped his cock although he seemed enjoy some teeth as his cock grew harder and bigger when it was scraped. Soon I was able to take Dante's cock to the balls after the pipe and exhaled the thick white smoke around his cock and balls. Dante repeated this few more times and his buddy watched it as well.. I was as high as a kite from the pipe as well as e booty bump. The guys started to slap me and spit on me before they both fucked my body really hard at each hole. I was in pig heaven. All of sudden, they both pulled out of me and Dante put his lips at my ears and told me to watch my pussy worshipping black man cock as he held my head under his arm pits and replayed the close up of my hole being pounded and get turned inside out as the huge black cock pushed and pulled my pussy. " see how wet ur pussy gets". And Dante started to pump few fingers in and out of my pussy and I could hear the wet slurping of my pussy. I could also see liquid leaking around the cock as it plunged in and out. I almost screamed with joy when Dante replaced his fingers with his cock inside my pussy. Few minutes later I was lifted and repositioned around dantes cock and started to ride him from the top. A white cock appeared at my lips and I looked up to see the white boy who initiated my check in at the front desk smile down at me. We maintained our eye contact as I took his cock down til I reached his balls and I blinked my eyes while I fought gagging. He held himself balls deep in my throat and as I felt another cock pushing at my man pussy along dantes cock. This attempt continued for a while and I loved every minute of it. Sometimes a bit of the cock head would enter my hole but it sprang out of it as we tried to take it deeper. It ripped some skin on my hole opening and made me winc with pain but as they kept at it, I endured the pain and tried to open myself wider. Finally they gave up on it as the new black man pulled dantes cock out of me and pushed his instead. At the same time, the white boy pushed balls deep and locked his thighs around my head. Then both cocks started to released piss into me. I tried to free especially my head since the taste was horrible but I was overpowered by them til I gave in and started to swallow down thesis with tearful eyes as I felt my stomach being filled with huge volume of piss that felt hot as hell. Few minutes later I became insane and a total hog. I begged and plead them with inaudible words and welcomed pain and humiliation. I was carried to a room with cold tiled walls and there I finally took two cocks in my pussy at the same time as they both piss fucked my pussy. My body thrived with joy as my ass got spanked til the huge hand prints on them and even popped some swelling outlines of handstand blood splattered. I lost track of time and space and opened my eyes to see Dantes smile above me. Then as the rest of my body woke up, I felt bindings around my wrist and ankles. " everything will be fine". Dante whispered as I felt something piercing through my body and my cries of pain got quickly muted out with dante's kiss. After few minutes as the pain webbed away, Dante broke the kiss and licked the tears flowing down my cheeks. The pain came again and again and at some point I passed out. I woke up this time in arms of the white boy and he looked so heavenly in my haze. I leaned in towards him trying to kiss his lips and realized another embrace from the back. Then I started to feel both of their cocks resting in my hole as I squeezed them. I looked up at the ceiling and I could see a mirror reflection of three bodies, one black, one white anyone Asian in between. I also noticed few metal chains around my body that linked few loops including one on my metal collar and two small rings on my nipples. Everytime there was some movement I felt chains pulling my nipples and my cock jumped as well my hole twitching around two cocks in it. The white boy found it amusing and started to play around for few minutes til the black man woke up. He whispered " good morning" in my ears and bit the back of my neck as his morning wood got harder inside of me. The white boy started to moan lightly as he felt it along the length of his cock as well. Then the black man released his piss and filled me for what seemed like eternity and started to move with long strokes in and out of my hole. As he quickened the pace and intensity of fucking, I realized the chains were also linked to the rings sitting low on the floor. As the black man's cock grew bigger, he sprayed his cum and I closed my hole tightly around the cock shafts to avoid spilling as much as I can. After few minutes, they both pulled out and pushed a plug in my hole so I won't spill too much as they untied the chains around me. As soon as i could move, I tried to stand up and run to the bathroom but lost balance and fell on my butt. White boy helped me to my knees with a laughter and said, "After more than 48 hours of being on your back, you have to be careful and slowly ease into being your feet." I was shocked and asked him what day it was. White boys name was Joey and his black lover was Andrew and they were friends with Dante and helped him set up the days of fucking in LA for me. While I was high on drugs, we fucked in the hotel room then they put me on their van and took me around LA and fucked me while everyone saw us. They also gave me few tattoos and piercings while I was high and begged them for it. As Joey showed me a tattoo on my lower back that read "cum dump" and a tiny ring piecing on the area between my hole and my balls, I started to cry realizing I have missed two days of work in LA and most likely would get fired when I returned. Joey asked me why I was sad. He told me that he will take care of me and everything will be fine as he held and touched my body. I started to get high and horny again and obeyed his order as he gave me more drinks and smokes. After I released piss and cum, we took a shower and Joey cleaned my inside with a hose fucking me with it as well til only clear liquid poured out of me.

PART 2 The next morning I rose as usual. Waiting for any workman is not easily done for anyone. I got the obligatory call announcing the tech was on his way. (Tech? I thought I called a plumber?) I poured myself another cup of coffee and patiently waited thinking back to the night before. I was taking a sip of coffee when the van pulled slowly up to the front of the house. The driver turned in and pulled to the front edge of the house. I could see him calling his office announcing his arrival. He got out and headed around the front of the van. I had walked to the side door by this time and opened it. I stepped outside and closed the inner door assessing this plumber. He was neatly dressed in company uniform. He stood about my height (5' 10"), looked on the lean side as there wasn't any indication of dunlap (belly dunlapped over the belt) disease, short cut hair, clean shaven, and looked the part of a plumber. Still, he was attractive I thought. Since he worked with his hands, I looked for but did not expect to find a wedding band which my glance proved correct. "Morning. Do you want to see the basement where the back up water is entering the house or the clean out trap first?" I asked. "Good morning. Inside first," he replied. "I'm the tenant but the landlord said your company has a contract with him, and I was to explain what the problem was," I offered to explain my exact position here. "Yeah. We do all his work for him. It's a first for this place though," he replied as he moved toward me. I had put my Elkhound in my bedroom. She was not happy. We proceeded to the basement where he saw the remnants of an obvious back up of water from the floor drain. At least the smell had somewhat abated by this time. I had done nothing to clean the floor yet. I wanted the plumber, uh, tech, to see exactly what had happened. "Didn't spread too far. You're lucky," he said. "Right, but from the distance of the pool and the backwash water going beyond that to the blockage and then back to here it is a quantity of water nevertheless," I put in. "Oh. Right." "So, now, getting rid of the blockage which I believe are tree roots is the issue," I continued. "I am guessing that this will be the need for the auger to cut away the roots to clear the path for the line." "Yeah. It's going to take awhile though I'm guessing. When was the last time you had a blockage in the line?" he asked. "Never since I've lived here. The owner might know otherwise," I responded. We began heading upstairs. I continued, "Roots in a sewer line are bad; I know that. I've had some bad roots of my own but life goes on. Of course, when my sewer line gets blocked it has been the vast majority of time a good thing." I said this as we climbed the steps with me in the lead and him following. I didn't have to look at him that way but dropped the subtle hint. I wondered how he would react or if he would react. I was on very delicate footing here. We continued outside to the backyard where the clean out was located. "Oh! You've got a paradise back here," he said as we entered the fenced backyard which contained the two decks, landscaping, pool, and 65 banana trees all at different stages of growth. I love banana trees filling a backyard and this backyard was what I saw being the place to have all these trees in this setting. I knew I could convert this backyard into Florida north. "And, it's all private with that fence." "I like privacy so that I can be outdoors and enjoy myself," I told him as we had stopped to look. "If you're interested, look around. Once I back my car into the garage and lower the door, I'm on my own as are any guests I might have. It's seclusion at its best. The privacy fence on this part of the yard is double thick. There is an original layer of 6-foot boards with a second layer of cedar boards that overlap the gaps. It's a solid wall of wood so that there can be no prying eyes. I got the landlord to agree to my adding the second layer at my cost. I played it up as being cedar boards which would last longer. But, my personal reason was for absolute privacy." He walked around the pool looking. He made a detailed inspection of the layout which I could tell he truly liked. "You definitely have privacy here," he almost whispered as he neared me. "I bet if these trees and fences could talk. . . ." He laughed and looked away. "I've made sure they can't talk; I've had the vocal cords snipped. Like Vegas, what happens here, stays here," I said. "No one knows what goes on in here but me and whoever else is in here with me." I said quietly making my point. "But, let me show you the clean out. Those bad roots need to go." We moved down the sidewalk to the clean out. "I'll leave you to it. If you need anything, just ring the doorbell on the side door." I departed to go back in the house. He followed me around front where he began unloading his equipment. I went to do some work I needed to do and to wait to hear from him that the plug was removed. I expected it would take quite some time if there was as big a blockage as I suspected. Time passed, and I kept busy. I heard the doorbell and went to the door opening it. My girl also heard the door bell, and she sounded the alarm as well as announcing that she meant business as far as whoever it was wanting to come in. She was not having any of that. "It's not working. I'm not sure what is blocking the line but I'm not getting much out but can't get my auger to budge. If you would, I'd like to show you where I think the problem is." "Sure," I said and followed him this time to the back yard. I closed the gate behind us. We walked on to the clean out where the snake was still inserted. "Well, that looks erotic; big ol' steel hard piece of tubing running into a big gaping hole." He stopped and looked at the clean out and then at me. I stood still looking at him with I knew my eyes glistening because of what I had just said. He continued a back and forth look between the snake and me. "The blockage I believe is back here." He turned and continued back behind the garage. I followed. "About in here is where I think the blockage is judging by how much I've run through the line. It's really big, and I'm not having much luck with it," he said. "Yes, I bet it is big. With the neighbor's peach tree there, I'm sure the roots have taken a toll," I responded. "Sometimes big is good but this time it's not so welcome. Big roots can be troublesome to some." He looked at me again. We stood looking at each other assessing the situation. "You know, big roots need to come out. And, getting them out sometimes requires help. You ever helped getting a big root out?" He stood there looking at me. I took the bait and went for it. "Yes, I've helped getting big ones out. Small roots, medium size roots, but best of all, getting a big root out is what I like doing best. Big ones are a lot better . . . to get out . . . or in." We stood looking at each other once more. Who would now make the first move? It was a contest to see who was going to cross that line first. I was sure he was hesitating just in case I was naive in what I had been saying and that my talk was all about plumbing issues. I needed to be sure in the same vein that he was now talking about sex as I had been. He started to grin. I followed suit. His right hand now slowly moved upward to his fly. Observed peripherally by me so that there was still time for him to back track. Always leave a way out for a man. His other hand joined in the area of the front of his pants uniform. He grasped the metal pull on his zipper and slowly began pulling it downward. I stepped forward and neared him. "You need help with that I believe." I replaced his fingers on the metal pull with mine finishing the job of unzipping his pants. I placed the palm of my hand on the front of his uniform pants and said, "I think that's a start at helping but believe we might want to get out of this sun for any other help. How about we step into the garage for an even better helpful area?" He followed me to the side door which we entered. I closed the door to keep in the air conditioning. He looked around and looked at me once more. I stepped over to the hangers as did he. I pulled my shirt off and hung it on a hanger. I pulled off my boots and socks placing them out of the way. Last, I removed my pants hanging them on another hanger. As I had been disrobing, he had followed my lead. We both now were naked and for the first time faced each other. It was obvious we both were in a state of anxious anticipation as we both had cocks that were filling with desire. I knelt in from of him getting to see and to handle his now filling dark brown cock. I thought how lucky I was. Here I was about to get my second black man's cock in less than a day. I wondered if my luck was turning in this city. My mouth opened and slid down on this cock swallowing it the entire 7 inches that it had to be. I guessed it to be 7 as that what generally fits in my mouth comfortably as did his. I began the out and in drive holding his cock in my mouth as I generated as much spit as I could. I wanted this man's cock soaked. Minutes passed as his cock was stimulated causing it to grow a bit and definitely harden fully. He was a mouthful but not one that was overly so. He stood there patiently as I sucked on his cock and began fondling his kinky haired ball sac. I mashed my nose into his pubic hairs and loved each time that happened. I held the back of his knees for support finally when I heard him begin to grunt and moan. He was reaching his end. I had a decision to make: mouth or ass? Did I dare offer? It might put him off and ruin what I had going. But, he had totally stripped. A man wanting only a blow job doesn't usually totally strip. I found myself pulling off his cock much to his consternation I could tell. "Oh, man! I was almost ready to bust a nutt! Don't stop now," he pleaded with me his eyes wide. "You can bust your nutt but I need you to do that in my ass. Okay? Please, just shove your cock in my ass and let go," I said still kneeling. "No condom? Man, that ain't safe! Just suck it out of me," he said. "No. Nutt in my ass. Now." I crawled over to the padded rug I had on half the garage and got on all fours. "Come on. Shove that hard cock of yours ready to go in my ass and let go." He hesitated momentarily but relented. He took the six steps to where I was and knelt behind me. I felt him guide his cock to my ass and touch home with the tip of his cock. He placed both hands on my hips and gripped me. They reminded me of my behemoth from last night: His hands were also a working man's hands and were marked with calluses and rough areas. I felt a pressure at my hole and began pushing outwards to allow for easier entry. I knew without any lube in addition to how quickly spit dries this would be a not so smooth entry. He pushed on though. "Yeah, man. Shove that big snake in my hole. Bottom out on your first go. Drive it in me and fuck me, man," I said aloud and demanding. I felt his hands grip a bit harder followed by his lurch forward driving as hard as he could. Full length he went just as he had been told. All the way; bottomed out; fully inserted. That's what this called for. He never hesitated once he was in and began pumping my ass. I could feel his prickly pubic hair as he drove in me. Yet, that feeling was only fleeting because as soon as he hit bottom he was on his way out of me until his cock head was barely inside me. Repeatedly he drove in and out of my ass as I began rolling my head from side to side and moaning gently enjoying this fucking. "Fuck yeah, man. Layin' my big black pipe in that sewer of yours. Gonna show you a good root. You gonna need this plumber again to lay some more pipe. Gonna make my own slime in that sewer of yours. You like that don't you? Yeah, man. You need this big black plumber laying pipe in your sewer and pumpin' his own sludge in there. You gonna get it, man. YEAH, you gonna get that sludge of mine sliming your lining. DAMN! FUCK!" he yelled at last and began pumping my ass full of his cum. My plumber had slammed his cock as far into my ass as he could and had grabbed my hips and held them vise-like. His growls, moans, tremens, and groans told me he was in a paroxysm of delight and enjoyment. No doubt this was an unexpected treat for him--and me--that would make the rest of his day slip by but with a smile on his face. I knew I would have a smile on mine. As usual, the delivery all too soon began to slow. My plumber began to breathe easier and to relax a bit considering where we were. I had made the garage at least as comfortable as possible and used it for an absolute get away from everything. When I felt like a hermit, I retreated to it to meditate and reflect. This was a first for my hideaway. I hoped it wouldn't be the last. "Man, I've never had a job like this one. I could enjoy my work if I had customers like you every day," he said. "Damn, man. You had me worked up good, and I was about to nutt. Never thought this would have happened today or with you. And, then, you offer for me to ride you and nutt without a condom. Damn, hot. Just the way I like to nutt." "Well, you make sure you keep my name and address. I'll give you my work number, too, before you leave. Anytime you feel the need to nutt, you let me know. I'll put out the welcome mat for you and your good root," I said. "I'm always willing to take on any man who will ride me bareback and make a deposit. I never turn down a fuck from any man." We were still joined through my ass as we had this exchange at the end of which I felt a slow withdrawal of his cock from my ass. It was for the best. I had given him an incentive now to get the sewer line unclogged and to return for some future fucking. When I felt his cock drop out of my ass, I rose quickly and turned around. I took his cock into my hand and then lowered my head to suck it into my mouth once more. I washed it thoroughly. I wanted to be sure to leave him in a better position than I had met him. We stood up finally and hugged. We walked over and began dressing again for the day. I was going to be unhappy to go to work but at least I'd have a smile to make it through the day. "I'm going to call the office and get another tech over here. I can't get the auger I have to work on those roots. There's one that's bigger and heavy duty that's really needed. So, I'll have the office to have one of the tech's who has one on his van to stop by and help me. I'll keep trying until he gets here though," my tech told me. "That's fine. I've got some work in the house I can do. Let me know if you need anything. And, if you want before you leave, you can lay some more pipe. You know you want to." I baited him. "Oh, and my name is Bill. I believe that after you fucking me we should at least have a name for each other." Without hesitating, he said, "Deal on that pipe, Bill. I'm Aren." I returned to the house and began doing some more light cleaning and paperwork that I had put off doing. I also called work and let them know that the problem was taking longer than anticipated but that another plumber was coming to help. I'd keep them aware of what was going on. I asked if there were any issues and was told none as yet. There were no issues here either.

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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. *********************************************************** Every time I think of the day I was pozzed...my hole starts to drool. I remember it like it was yesterday. A buddy of mine, Chad, and I took a couple day vacation to Tijuana. I must admit I have an obsession with sweaty, nasty mexican thugs. Chad and I had always discussed about the possibility I would get pozzed, but I was not quite ready to take the plunge at this point. Well, Chad had a different plan for my hole. That night he told me that we were going to go to a party a a friend's house of his. So we get to his friend's house and there were about 15-20 dudes there...chillin & drinkin beer. Most of the guys were of Mexican or generally of Latino decent but some were white. We were the for about 2 hours when this hot, thuggish-looking Mexican dude approached and told me he wanted to fuck me while my bud watched. Okay by me! So we went into this room...the room was mostly empty except for a mattress in the one corner and a gym bench. Took us no time to get down to it...they laid my ass on the bench, pulled my legs up, and the Mexican dude went to town plowing my hole. My buddy had then come around above my head to hold my legs for the dude. The next thing i knew...the door flung open and a couple of other dudes came in. At that time i felt my bud's grip tighten up on my legs. At first i started to panic, but my bud bent down and told me not to fight it...to just go with it. Good advice, I supposed, so as I lay there...legs open and hole open...one after one of the dudes took turns fucking my hole, egging each other one, using use my hole for his pleasure. My buddy was telling them to fuck my shitter harder...to tear it apart...teach me a lesson. After about 2 hours of them taking turns using my hole...the Mexican dude who originally fucked me asked my bud if it was time to start pozzing my hole. At that moment I know my hole tightened so tight I could have cut off circulation in his cock. Chad told them to blow whenever they wanted to...not to worry about what I wanted. So one after one they took their turns pumping their loads into my hole, telling me the whole time that i would never be the same and they would permanently be a part of me. After they all blew their wads, they left the room, leaving just Chad and the original dude. Chad finally let go of my legs and came around to put his cock in my slopped up shithole as the Mexican thug held me in position. As Chad pounded my ass, he told me how proud he was that I realized I should not fight what was going to happen. He then told me he wanted me to be his cumpig to use and whore out...taking load after load. By this time, I started to get turned on by the fact I never had to worry about getting pozzed anymore, so when Chad blew his load in my hole, I could genuinely say "thanks, man." When we got back to our hotel room I don't think I washed my hole for days. Now all I can do is dream about getting pozzed!

So deliciously twisted.....NEED to see where it goes!

Part Three. I was so high still from either the poppers or the stuff he was putting in my ass I had a hard time keeping up with him as he headed for a group of cars parked along the roadway. Dan stopped and opened a car and grabbed a bag and said “come on piggy, time to make you a whore”. He heads down this path and over a bridge to another trail and ends up under some kind of tree that’s branches all most come the ground with a picnic table under it. STRIP BITCH! Off come the shorts in a heartbeat. He then pulls out two Styrofoam pads and puts one on the bench part and tells me to get up and kneel on it, he then pulls out a dog collar and puts it on me and fastens two chains to the collar and secures them to the ends of the table. He then ties ropes to my ankles and spreads them wide and ties them to the table ends. My hands are handcuffed and tied to the other side of the table. He said this is where the real fun starts my friend. He grabbed his lube and plastic bag, hands me a bottle of poppers “you won’t need those very long bitch”. I can no longer see behind me or move much, but I know I am going to get my ass packed with lube and whatever is in that bag. I feel him filling my ass with lube and I am pushing back wanting more than that damn finger. I all of a sudden hear someone cough; as I look up there is three guys standing in branches with cocks out jacking them, when Dan said “almost ready come on it”! Dan, then asked me if I ever partied; I said sure! (Thinking beer). Dan said I am sure this is going to be a lot more then you ever dreamed of! He then had his friends grab my arm as he wrapped some band around my arm. I am so high from whatever was in the lube, but now I am scared shitless, not knowing what he is doing, then I see him with a syringe and needle coming up to my arm, I start to fight, but I have no where go and not able to fight very well. Dan tells me to calm down that what he has been putting in my ass is the same that he is going to give me now, just more. I see the needle go in my arm and the band come off. I am still in a panic, but aware that these guys seem to be getting naked and see guys grabbing each other’s cocks and feeling my body all over. I put my head down and can see someone is now behind me and feel his cock going into my ass, no pain, no problems. I can hear myself telling myself or them how great it feels, “Please fuck me, please fuck me, fuck yes”. I find myself pushing back wanting the strangers cock in me. My hair is then grabbed and I am now getting my mouth filled with a nice cock and hearing what a complete pig I was. I think it was Dan who said, “He was a straight bitch yesterday, and a cock, cum, chem whore piggy now”! I look out of the corner of my eye and see Dan standing there naked, and more guys seem to have found our hiding spot! I feel the first guy in my moth explode and I start to swallow his cum like a baby to milk. Then hear the stranger in my ass telling Dan he was going to knock this bitch up, then grunted and said take my fucking hot load you cunt!! And I am sure it was a hot load, it felt great!! Two more are now filling my holes and start talking dirty to me about making me one of them, a toxic bitch for them to use for years to come because no one else will want me!! I was confused, but didn’t care at that point, I was getting gang-banged by complete strangers, high as fuck and loving every minute of it and wanting more. Dan leans down as I am gulping another load down my throat and laughs saying, “you have no idea what these guys are talking about do you pig?” I can’t really answer at this point with a cock filling my belly with his seed and the other holding my hips and just slamming into me telling me I am going to be a pregnant piggy before the days end!! I thought back to yesterday and the thought girls must be going through knowing they were getting pregnant and carrying a man’s babies in her, and I was a proud bitch at this point, me pregnant with other men’s babies swimming in me, knocking me up with their seed!! I looked up at Dan, the guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and I just said “I am proud to be the bitch to these men and carry their babies in me”! I want to feel every guy in the world put his seed in me!!. Dan then asked if I knew what being Poz was, I just shook my head “no”, “you will bitch, you will”! As the last of the men, who I was told come down to the park on their lunch hours and after work to release a load or two were done, and only Dan and I were left and even he fucked me again and made me clean him off, released me from my bondage and kind of curled up on the table and fell asleep……………..

"Damn" he said when he was at the door, "you two really do look like brothers" and with that he was out the door. "You don't have to leave do you?" Chris asked rolling over and kissing me deeply before I could answer him while his right hand slid down my sweaty stomach until I could feel his fingers slide into my pubes and grab my cock which was starting to get hard again. "Even if I did, you are making an invitation that is hard to resist" I replied after his tongue had finished exploring my mouth. "Damn you are a horny little bitch aren't you?" "Mmm, only with the right guy" "So what is the right guy for you? You had lots of kinds tonight..... Black, Asian, a bottom boy like Zach? I know... you seemed to really get into that Daddy" "Trust me I am not into Daddies at all, but I just remembered what you said, about how the job of the bottom is to make the top feel as good as possible, and I could tell that he was really getting off being my daddy, so I figured my job was to go along with it, and you know what? The more I did to turn him on, and the more he got turned on, the more I got turned on, I wasn't getting turned on with the whole daddy/son bit honest. I was just getting turned on by turning him on, it was weird, everyone always thinks that being a bottom is being totally in the submissive role, or at least a service role, but with him, I had this amazing feeling of power. Like I was the one that was actually in control, I know he was the one fucking me, and I could have just let him fuck me and not played along - playing along was my choice, and that made me feel like I was kind of in control... just knowing that I was turning him on" I reached down and grabbed Chris's cock, it was hard, again, or was that still hard? I felt it pulse and throb in my fist. "So, do you want to fuck me again?" "But you just shot your load? you sure you want to get fucked again so soon? or is that just the bottom being in control again?" he chuckled. "No, it is because YOU'RE hard again, and as Cole Porter said, 'so if baby I'm the bottom you're the top' and you have taught me that the top gets to do what and when he wants to do it, my job is to make it as hot for you as possible." Chris laughed and leaned down to kiss me and then rolled on top of me. His rock hard cock was playing with the swollen lips of my ass, teasing me. "So what did turn you on bro?" Even in the dim light he could see me blush as I tried to burry my face in his furry chest..... "oh come on you can tell me, I mean what can be so embarrassing? I was right there enjoying it all too...what got my little bro's engine purring? If it wasn't the daddy/son stuff, what was it? That big black dick? The train run? Having guys watch you? .........Doing it bareback?, What? ...come on bro, I wont laugh at you. I promise" Every time he called me "bro" my cock, which was trapped between our firm sweaty stomachs, twitched. "Ok, promise you won't laugh?" "Promise." "Well, I am an only child and I only have two cousins, and they are both girls, so, well ....I.... well...... I, ..um...always fantasized about an older brother, you know, who... well, you know?.... um could have played around with me, taught me about sex, have been the one to take my cherry, and well, you know," I was so nervous telling him this, I had never talked about this fantasy with anyone, even any of my boyfriends so I had no idea how he would react. "so...well, so when you called me your 'little brother'...." Chris tilted his head back and gave out a hoot of laughter. "You FUCKING ass hole!" I shouted. I punched him hard in the chest and pushed him off of me, and struggled to get up. I could feel tears forming which made me even more embarrassed, as I groped in the dimness for my towel. "You said you wouldn't laugh." "Hey, I am sorry, so, so sorry" he said as he jumped up and grabbed me, and pulled me into him. One of his strong hands on the back of my head pulled me into his chest, his other arm wrapped around my back, pulling me in tight against his body. Stroking my back, holding me close and slightly rocking back and forth as we stood there naked in the darkness, "I'm sorry, .....really..... so, so sorry" he whispered into my ear. "Let me explain. My dad left before I was born. Mom remarried when I was 7, so and I have 2 sisters - half-sisters, who are a lot younger than me, I don't have any brothers either. My step-dad was as good to me as any step-father could be, but no one in the family looks anything like me, not even my mom. 'spitting image of my no good father' people always told me." By now I had stopped struggling and Chris had pulled me back down to the bed but still holding me firmly in his arms. He kissed me softly on he lips, and licked some of the tears off my cheek, "So trust me, I wasn't laughing at you, I was just surprised. I grew up wanting a little brother. Something tells me that we grew up jerking off to the same fantasies, just with the rolls reversed." he whispered in my ear and then started nibbling on my ear lobes causing me to let out a soft moan. "I have to admit when I first saw you I wanted you real bad. You looked just like I imagined my little brother would look like, the little brother I had been wanting all these years. I kept seeing you always lurking in the dark corners. But - I don't know - there was something about you - you just gave off this vibe like you were a total top." "I get that a lot" I replied with a shy smile "and I don't get it. I am SUCH a bottom. But really, you didn't see me like stalking you all over the place?" "I just assumed we had the same taste in bottoms" Chris said with a chuckle. "Damn to think we could have started a whole lot sooner" "Well I've been looking for my big brother for a long time.... waiting a little longer was worth it, and speaking of my big brother.... and I mean 'BIG' in every sense of the word." I said grabbing his hard cock again and giving it a good squeeze. "Does that thing ever get soft?" "Not when my sexy little brother is living up to every part of my wildest fantasy." "So does that mean my big brother wants to fuck his little brother again?" "Ya, you really up for it?" "Oh ya, just one question though." "What?" "Well, I'm only in town for a few days, so - after stalking you all over the this place tonight, I don't want to seem clingy, I know this is just a bathhouse fling and all but, ...do you want to fuck me here, or...... well... um... do you want to come back to my hotel room?" "Mmmm.... that could be fun, where are you staying? I assume it has a bigger bed than this?" "Ya" I grined up at him. "They put me up at the Palmer House" "Well then maybe we should shower first? I think you smell really sexy, but the front desk clerk at the Palmer House may not be as turned on by the smell of cum and sweat", "Hmm, I dont' know, they guy at the desk when I checked in was kind of hot" I said, working my face into Chris's hairy ripe armpit and taking a deep whiff and a lick "but maybe you are right, although I think your pit smells better than any brand of poppers I have ever tried, so before you wash all that away down the drain......" and I started giving his pit a good washing with my tongue. Chris grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of his armpit "If you keep that up we will never make it back to your hotel room" He got up and pulled me up off the bed kissing me deep while he ran his hands down my back till they were cupping my firm smooth ass cheeks and then giving them both a sharp smack. "And something tells me - we may have to just shock the hotel clerk... because if I see that ass of yours teasing me in the shower I am going to want to fuck it right then and there. Did you get a room here or a locker?" "I just got a locker." "OK" he said as he quickly pulled on some of his clothes and grabbed the rest along with his sheet and towel "Lets go get you dressed and get out of here before I can't resist the siren call of my little bros ass again" And with that we hurried to the locker room and he finished getting dressed while I quickly pulled on my clothes and we went to check out. The cab ride back to my hotel seemed to take forever as we only held hands in thr dark of the back seat not wanting to shock the cabby any more than the hptel desk clerk. The enforced "chastity" of the cab ride back to the hotel - even though it only really lasted about 20 minutes had actually served as some of the most erotic foreplay I had ever experienced.... just sitting next to each other, smelling each other, our knees just barely touching, looking at his crotch - seeing the massive basket his hard on was making in his pants and knowing that cock would soon be inside of me again. And to heighten our frustrations we had one of those chatty cab drivers who kept up a one sided conversation all the to the hotel. When we finally got to the hotel, fortunately there was no one in the elevator. It was good to be alone again and I pushed Chris up against the elevator door and shoved my tongue down his throat. We almost fell out of the elevator when the door opened on my floor and we stumbled down the hall to my room. He was biting down hard on the back of my neck and was starting to pull my only partially tucked in shirt out of my pants as I tried desperately to put the magnetic key card into the slot the right way, finally the little light turned to green, the door opened and we tumbled into the room. and started peeling the clothes off of each other while trying to kiss and move over to the bed all at the same time. We were not quite naked by the time we landed on the bed. Chris pulled my legs up in the air while he was trying to yank off my boxer briefs, and before they were fully off, my legs were over his shoulders and his cock was working its way up my cum filled hole. "OH DAMN, you feel soo fucking good inside of me.... damn fuck me. I want my big brother to fill me up with his cum!" The fuck did not last long. We were both just too turned on. We were like lovers that had been separated from each other for months or even years, instead of two guys who had only met a few hours ago and had only just taken a 20 minute cab ride. We devoured each other. Chris was slamming his cock in and out of my ass, giving me the hardest fuck I had ever had, and yet I spent the whole fuck with my hands on his ass pulling him in deeper, begging him to fuck me "HARDER." "DEEPER." "FASTER." He said nothing. He had his face buried in my neck and bit down hard as if he was going to fall off. Part of me knew I would have a massive hickey/bite mark there. But as I spurred him on - "HARDER. DEEPER" it was if he took those as instructions for not only what to do with his cock, but also his teeth. And in fact I think that was what I meant by those pleadings as well. It was all over in about 5 minutes when we both simultaneously drained our balls. Chris arched backwards with his face looking up at the ceiling although in fact his eyes were shut tight. "ARRRGGGGHH FUUUUCK!!!" His posture was almost like wolf howling at the moon, save that his cry was deep and guttural as he shot his load deep in my ass. "FUCCKK .....MEEEE.... HHHAA" I echoed as I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. As soon as Chris finished cumming - which seemed to last almost as long as the fuck itself, he collapsed on top of me. We lay like that for a long time, lost in the feel and smell of each other. Eventually Chris propped himself up on one elbow so he could look down at me - not that he could see much as we had not turned on any lights - but the curtains were open, so the lights of the city cast some light - though most of the room was in shadows. Still neither of us spoke for some time, we just lay int the tangle of sheets and looked at each other. Finally he took one hand and slowly caressed my cheek, The tenderness of his touch in sharp contrast to the brutality of his fuck. "Ok, so.... I know its kind of late to be asking you, but ....have you really never been fucked raw before?" "Mmmm" I kind of mumbled as I shook my head in the negative. "So, are you OK?.... With getting fucked raw tonight?" It took me a little while to reply, and then hesitantly, as I tried to figure out how I really felt about it, then kind of rushing forward and then stopping again to regroup my thoughts. "I've never done bareback until tonight, even with my boyfriends. heck I never even watched bareback porn. .... Even those few times when I toped I have always used condoms..... And to be honest?...When I stop and think about it. .....I am a little freaked about it. And, well... kind of nervous about it..... I don't know why I did it. Why I went along and let you..... I don't think I ever would have let anyone other than you talk me into it. ....And, I have to admit.... even now, ... and this maybe freaks me out the most.....it was kind of hot... and .....liberating....like it all happened so fast - after Zach rode my raw cock..... I don't know..... It felt sooo much better than fucking with a condom. And damn I wanted you so bad, and you said it was raw or nothing, ... and .... it's not like you tried to be sneaky about it, you told me how it was going to be, you were open, forceful, ... verbal about it ... and well.... that was hot and well....thinking back on it, maybe..... knowing that raw sex is wrong, ..but realizing how good it felt for a top - and wanting - NEEDING to please you. I NEEDED you to fuck me, to have my 'big brother at long last fuck me, and so if it was between having you fuck me raw ior not at all? It wasn't that hard to let you, .......And ya, well, ....maybe knowing that it was risky, knowing it was wrong.....that made it more of a turn on?..... is that weird?" "No, I get that" replied Chris. "And so, um, .... and this is really late for me to be asking," I continued "... But .....so .....what do you think the odds are that I, ....you know, ....I took any poz loads?" A weird expression came over Chris's face, one that I couldn't quite read, "Well" he cleared his throat and traced his finger around my left nipple "I know for a fact that you have taken loads from at least two poz guys, .....and mostly likely three, maybe four?" "Oh...." We both stayed there looking at each other. The silence filled the room and hovered over us for a while, I didn't move, didn't get up in a panic , didn't start screaming. I didn't do anything. I just lay feeling Chris's finger as it slowly expanded its pattern until he was tracing a figure eight over my chest circling round both of my nipples, sliding easily though the sheen of sweat that still covered both of our bodies. I just lay there feeling his finger, and studied the face of this man, who was still in my fantasies my long lost older brother while the news sunk in. "So Zach, I assume is one, or is that one too obvious?" "No, you are right on that one" "and....?" My question hung in the air for a moment. "Me" said Chris finally in a flat voice. "You?!!, ...I took you for a total top somehow - I mean?...tops...tops can't get it can they?" "Well ya, they can- not often but they can, but then I am not a Total top.... I am - mostly...but" "...But?" "Zach", "Hu? what do you mean Zach?" "Well Zach and I go way back,,,, we met at a bar back when he was still in highschool and started sneaking into clubs with a fake ID, and surprisingly, considering what a slut he was, he didn't get it for a long time, or at least he didn't test poz for a long time, until about two years ago, and he was really freaked about it. Which was weird, he was, still is as you saw tonight, a total slut - and always let guys fuck him raw, But he still freaked, So, well.... I didn't want him to go through it alone, so I let him fuck me... we spent a whole weekend in bed,, with him just banging the hell out of my ass.... it was good therapy for him I think, to fuck someone hard, rough. To breed a top" "But if you are poz, why did you insist on fucking me raw? Why did you let those other guys breed me? why did you let Zack fuck me?" He studied me for awhile, "I think for the same reason you let me. So now we know we have both been looking for our fantasy brother, and tonight we both found him. Each other. Lets face it.... it is kind of freaky how much we look like we could really be brothers. Heck I have no idea who my dad is so maybe we are - I don't' know, it doesn't really matter, but I saw you and I wanted you. I NEEDED you - it seems as much as you needed me. So, well first I was just going to fuck you and I guess I just wanted to be connected with you. You were my fantasy brother than I wanted you to have my DNA so that maybe you would be my real brother. So I needed to fuck you raw. I needed to cum inside you...." "And then - it gets weird, I have always had various fantasies about what my little bro and I would do. From teaching you how to jerk off, to having you be my secret lover - sharing a room and having you sneak into my bed every night after mom and dad had gone to bed and making romantic love to each other. But then other times I would jerk off thinking about how fun it would be to have a faggot cock sucking little brother who would be my slave, who I could rape when ever I was horny, who I could share with my friends... maybe whore out to the football team. So I'm healthy, I take my meds, I'm undetectable, I figured my fucking you wasn't that risky. But then after I fucked you, I finally fucked my little brother - and that wasn't enough, I had finally lived out one part of my fantasy, suddenly I needed to live out some of the other parts, There wasn't a football team handy - so I just whored you out to the guys who were there. I hate to admit it but it was hot watching you get gang banged. Then when we went back to my room... I don't know - you had already taken a train run, so what harm was there in Zach fucking you too?" "Hate me? "No. .................. Well?.......... No. 'Cause, well...... I had the same mixed fantasies as you did growing up.' My fingers were kind of absentmindedly playing with his chest hair. "From being my brothers lover to being used and whore out. I, even" I gave a rueful chuckle "jerked off all the time to the idea of my big brother passing me around the locker room to the whole football team.... And - I'm an adult. I wasn't drunk, or on any drugs...except the maybe the intoxication of living out almost every fantasy I have ever had since I started jerking off. So, I could have stopped things, if I had really wanted to. You didn't tie me up, you didn't force me to do anything that I haven't I guess, wanted to do - but was just to scared to admit to myself that I wanted to do it. To have that level of intimacy with a guy, to have him cum inside of me. No, not scared, I just needed the right teacher... I just needed to find my brother to show me what I needed to do. So no, I don't hate you. You're my big brother. I couldn't hate you." And with that I pulled him down and snuggled into him. "Do you have to go? or can you spend what is left of the night?" "I would really like to stay.... if you mean it" "I mean it" I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then turned onto my side with my back to him, and pulled his arm around over my chest and, lacing my fingers through his, held his hand tight. Holding him close to me. "Do you like morning sex?" I asked as I maneuvered my ass firmly against his crotch. Chris kissed me lightly on the back of the neck "Mmmm, is your shower big enough for two?" and with that we both drifted off to sleep. - to be continued

Thanks guys; next part coming soon

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

II. “You up?” It was 2:00 A.M. and I was in fact awake, having just gotten back from bar hopping with some friends. I also happened to be feeling a little frisky. “Yeah…” “You want this big dick in that pretty little ass again?” It had been three weeks since our first encounter, and we had not spoken. "Come over?” “On my way, baby.” I was excited. I had jerked off thinking about the intense first fuck we had many times, and it was high time for a repeat. I threw on a sexier outfit, black skinny jeans (no underwear) and a tight white v-neck tee. I was ready just in time for the buzzer to go off, and opened the door to something of a surprise. “Hey baby. You remember my roommate Alex?” “Ah… Sure.” “That’s cool right?” “Well, it looks like I don’t have much of a choice, but yeah. It’s cool” I shot a sly smile over to Alex who proceeded to introduce himself by grabbing my ass, pulling me towards himself for a long, deep kiss. “I’ve heard all about you, cutie” He said, breaking off our kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to getting in this hot ass of yours.” John came up behind me, his crotch pressing against my ass, his hands reached to my chest, I leaned my head back, relaxing into him. “Now, you’re going to be a good boy and give it up to my friend here like you did to me, right baby?” He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes, he started grinding his hips into me. It was intoxicating. Three weeks ago I had never taken it raw, and now I was sandwiched between two relative strangers ready to take turns breeding me. It was all I could do to grunt a response and run my hand up his thigh to grip his stiffening cock. He licked my ear. With my other hand I reached forward to rub Alex’s dick through his very tight jeans. I was not disappointed. Though he wasn’t anywhere near John’s glorious 9.5 inches, he was packing a thick 8 incher. Sandwiched between two hung and aggressive men, what more could a budding size queen ask for? John started to pull my shirt up as it came off over my head, Alex went for my nipples, sucking, licking, biting. I was starting to feel pretty good swaying my hips around, feeling the hot bodies of the men who were treating me so right. I pulled Alex up into a kiss, he un-buttoned my jeans as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. I groaned into him, and John pulled my jeans down, exposing my ass. Alex spread my cheeks as John went to his knees to eat me out. His long tongue went deep inside of me, and it felt so good I just collapsed against Alex as he continued to kiss me deeply. I was beginning to get the impression that they had done this before, which turned me on even more. Feeling like just another in a long line of good boys these two managed to turn out made me feel exactly as I wanted to feel: used. Alex made his way up from my ass, I hadn’t noticed but he has removed all of his clothing and was spitting on his hand and rubbing it all over his now fully hard dick. I was wet and loose and, given my previous encounter had though ahead to spend some time loosening myself up before they arrived. John’s strong hand griped my hip, and I bent forward instinctively as john pressed his dickhead against my hole. “Ready baby?” I pushed back in response, his dick slipping inside of me. I gasped into Alex’s mouth and he started to push me back on John’s dick as John pushed forward. I was no longer in control, and I was loving it. The invasion hurt, but not as much as it had in the past, and they went slowly enough to allow me to get used to it. “We want it to feel good for you baby, you’re in for it tonight…” Alex said with a devilish grin. I whimpered as I felt John bottom out inside of me. I spread my legs a little wider. Arched my back a little more. and John pushed a little more into me. I clung to Alex for support, but, it would seem, playtime was over. Alex whipped his hard dick out and pushed me down on it at the same time as John began to fuck me in earnest. I held on to Alex’s tight ass for support as slapped my ass and started to really slam into me. “Oh fuck this boy takes a good dick! He’s fucking perfect man, I might have to give him his first load already! Would you like that bitch?” Alex released me from his cock long enough for me to respond, “UH HUH!” after which he shoved his thick cock back down my throat. My ass was on fire from John’s assault. His pace had increased to load spewing velocity, and his grip on my hips had tighted. His strokes became harder and fast, breathing shallower as he cried out, slammed all the way into me and came deep inside my ass. “Aw FUCK that’s good. Alex baby, take this slut for a ride!” With that, John pulled out and pushed me down on my back over the arm of my couch and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. Alex stripped off his remaining clothes. I was in a daze as he took hold of my ankles and rested his cock at the entrance to my hole. I was tingling with anticipation, feeling his dick on the brink of entering me. I tried to buck up to get it inside but the angle wasn’t right. Alex laughed saying “Oh you found a hot one this time, Johnny, this boy can’t live without someone inside of him!” he began to slowly insert himself into me. “I told you he was gonna be a good fuck” John replied. After John, his 8 inches felt like a vacation, and my ass gobbled him up eagerly. Soon he was balls deep and fucking me like our lives depended on it. I was gasping, clawing at Alex’s back, shoulders, ass. I was frantic with lust. I clasped my ankles around his back, and my head fell back onto the couch. Alex was sucking on my neck as I looked over at John, sitting in a chair in the corner with his partially soft dick glistening in the low light of my apartment. Smirking. I felt transported. “Come on baby, turn around for me” Alex said as he pulled out. Quickly I went to all fours on the floor and Alex mounted me from behind. Is there any better feeling as a bottom, than being mounted from behind by a well hung stallion who filly intends on filling you up with his cum? He pushed my chest to the ground keeping my ass high in the air, and pounding into me with all his might. I was loving it. With one hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip, Alex yelled out “Oh baby, you gonna take my load? You gonna take this cum in your ass?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me!” I mumbled. And he did, with the longest, loudest orgasm I had heard in a long time. He pulled out of me, and I collapsed on the floor. Alex sat next to me, recovering, and John stood up, took my arm and pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply, his hand moving to the small of my back. The other softly cradling my ass and asked “you want some more baby?” I nodded. He took me to the bedroom while Alex helped himself to a shower. He lay me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. I could feel his hardness against mine. I rubbed my dick against his, desperate for the contact. I had yet to cum. He rolled me onto my side, lifted a leg and began pushing his dick into me, laying next to me. One of my favorite positions, I moan and take hold of my leg to spread it more for him. My ass was looser than ever before, and I took him easily this time. I was impressed at myself, and arched my back to get more of him into me. I was born for this. John fucked me slowly, passionately, deeply. Running his hands over my body, pulling my nipples, griping my throat pulling my head into him so he could lick my ears, suck on my neck. Alex, done with his shower, had been watching us in the doorway. I guess he wasn’t quite ready to be done yet, because he came around and took my cock in his mouth. It was the first attention my cock had gotten all night, and he took it alllll the way down. John continued to fuck, Alex continued to suck until it was too much, john moved his hand down to my belly and I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, straight down Alex’s throat. He swallowed all of it, and came up to share some of the leftovers with me. I wouldn’t be able to take much more from John after an orgasm like that, so I was thankful when I felt John’s pace change, and he whispered “Oh SHIT in my ear as he came in me for his second, and my third load of the night. And so they left me. On the bed, cum leaking out of my ass and down my leg. Fully satisfied, with a smile on my face. A peck on my forehead, and John and Alex were gone. “’Till next time sweetness.”