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My first time was with my best friend from high school. For years my buddy and I alternated staying overnight at each other's house, usually sharing a bed, and wearing only our underwear, which was no big deal as we were too young to even know about sex. However one night, when we were somewhat older, things were different. We had planned ahead, and my buddy was to come over to my house after a football game and spend the night. Looking back I think we both knew something was going to happen that night. As we expected, the football game ended late in the evening, and, as was typical for our small town, we meet-up with the football boys and cruised the town for a while, which meant we got back to my house even later. We each took a quick shower and crawled into bed, as usual, wearing only underwear. And we both promptly fell asleep. At some point I woke up with his body directly against mine. I was in the small spoon position and he had pressed as much of his body against me as he could. I found the sensation of a body (which was 95% naked) pressing up against my body to be very erotic, particularly as it was the first time I had ever really felt body-to-body contact. Naturally I had a raging hard on. In addition I could feel a hard bulge against my ass cheeks. I lay in bed, enjoying the experience of warm flesh against my own naked body, but after a few minutes I pretended to stir slightly, as if I had just awaken. Reaching back, I pretended I was scratching my ass, only to discover a very hard and BIG bulge against the back of my hand. That was the first time I had ever felt an actual dick. Granted it was still inside some tighty whities but it was hot, warm, hard, and felt quite large. He hadn't moved at all during my courageous attempt at coping a feel, so I thought I would try again. I really wanted to gauge its size, so again, I again reached back. This time there was no mistaking the fact that he thrust his hard bulge against the back of my hand. Since he didn't hide the fact that he thrust his cock at my hand I left my hand there, between my ass and his cock. The moment of truth came, and I was so hard and horny that I didn't even think about it, I turned my hand around and grabbed his bulge and found an incredibly hard rod stuffed extremely tightly in some white Hanes briefs. I began feeling his junk through the tight underwear, massaging his balls, rubbing and stroking his steel rod paying particular attention to, what I thought was his head near the waistband of the underwear. He finally reached around my hip and started massaging my hard leaking cock through my underwear. I have a decent seven and a half-inch cut cock which is quite thick, but I could tell he was even thicker. Wanting to find out just how thick, I grabbed his waistband and plunged my hand into his underwear grabbing his cock. This is when I discovered I hadn't been massaging his dickhead, his underwear had been so tight, that it trapped his hard cock pointing down, so he wasn't even able to get fully hard. Good lord, how big was he? I pulled his cock out of its fabric prison and found out. Now, even to this day, his cock was the biggest, thickest, longest uncut cock I've ever seen in real life. I could no longer think straight. I was overwhelmed with horniness. I immediately pulled his hand off my cock, turned around and ducked under the blanket and sheets. I got his 9.5 inch dick into my mouth as soon as I could and began giving my first blowjob to the biggest dick I'd ever have. I sucked and licked and tongued his cock for ages, enjoying the huge hard thickness and foreskin. He had grabbed my head and was trying to force as much of his dick into my mouth as he could. Unfortunately I have a gag reflex, and he repeatedly gagged me. Maybe that was turning him on, it sure made my blowjob more difficult though. I couldn't get to all of his cock though because the underwear was still covering too much of his junk. I tried to pull his briefs down but he wasn't lifting his ass up to help me any. I was crazy fucking horny and quickly became very frustrated with his this tight white fabric covering some of my prized cock I was working so hard on with my mouth. I finally used both hands and grabbed the waistband and yanked them down hard! So hard that they ripped. I didn't give a fuck that they ripped or that it might have hurt him. I was happy finally getting to put his balls and shaft in my mouth. It seemed like an hour, but it was probably five to ten minutes before he nutted. I was ready for his load as definitely (if not desperately) wanted him to cum in my mouth, and I had even decided when the time came, I would take his cock in my mouth as deeply as I could and start swallow every drop of his load. It was heaven: his body tensed-up, his rock hard dick felt like a titanium crow bar, blasting its load into my mouth, shot after shot of cum rocketing out of his meat, repeatedly filling my mouth, over and over. And I swallowed every drop, not loosing a single drop. Afterwards I slowly nursed his cock with my lips and tongue, eventually coming out from under the blankets and resumed my sleeping position. He made some attempt at blowing me, but it wasn't very good and we just went to sleep. Later on, he paid me back in spades, making me cum several times. We never talked about it, but down the weeks, months, and years, we enjoyed many firsts with his huge dick and his tight hole.

When I fuck, I only want to dump my load in a boy's hole. If he is hard or not doesn't interest me. However I want him to focus on the cocks he is taking, so wouldn't let him touch himself. If he's hard and still keep trying to touch his dick, I like to jerking him off, make him cum until his cock is soft and flaccid. Then I keep on fucking even if he tries to get my dick out once he came. But quickly they turn into hungry holes again.

(WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT THAT MAY UPSET SOME READERS) 2004 I'm one of those 'night people'. I've always felt more alive after midnight. Leave the daylight to normal people. How I made it through school and college is a total mystery. I had permanent dark circles under my eyes and weighed a mere 130 pounds at 5'10" when I graduated. I was an art student and landed a job doing graphic design for an agency in a mid-sized city. The 9-5 schedule took me a long time to get used to, and I started drinking gallons of coffee and caffeinated sodas just to adjust. The sun would go down on weeknights and normal working people got ready for bed. I tried everything to sleep at night: herbal supplements, crystals, meditation, etc. I finally went to a doctor. There was a new sleeping pill being heavily advertised on TV. You know the one. I wanted that even though it had a long list of heinous side effects. I was desperate. My doctor was only too willing to prescribe it, but only after I answered a bunch of questions. "Are you or have you ever walked in your sleep?" "No," (Lie. I did it all the time as a kid.) "Do you drink alcohol?" "Not often." (lie) "Well, be aware that this pill can be habit-forming." I was aware, but sleep was habit forming too. What wasn't? Food was 'habit-forming', as was Oxygen and water. All I just wanted to sleep at night for Christ's sake. He gave me the prescription with two refills. I promised I'd call him if I suffered any side effects, and that was that. I'd read stories about this pill...people eating everything out of the fridge in their sleep or driving in their sleep. That was pretty scary, but I needed rest so badly. The first night I took the pill, I slept the whole night. A few weird dreams, but nothing noteworthy. This drug was my new best friend! I was happy for a week, but then weird shit started happening. I'd wake up like normal only to find my furniture rearranged in some new way or the leftover pizza gone. My dreams got really explicit and yet I wasn't all the concerned. One morning, my coworker Larry asked me if I was OK. "Yeah. Why?" "You don't remember calling me? You woke me up." "I did? Are you sure it was me?" "Yeah. At first I thought you were drunk, but you sounded perfectly normal. You told me all about how you wished you had a better relationship with your older brother. And then you told me you were gay and lonely. I figured it was a joke." "Yeah. No. Sorry, man. I started taking this new sleeping pill and I must have called you when I was out of it." "Be careful. I've heard about that stuff. Don't drive in your sleep...you could kill somebody. Hide your keys or something." "Sorry I woke you." Shit. I wouldn't tell my doc about this. Despite the weirdness, I loved being functional during the day. But then I began noticing that the hood of my car was warm in the morning. I'd driven without realizing it! Where had I gone? What did I do? This had to stop. The clinic was closed, but I would definitely call the doc tomorrow. And I would have if I hadn't come down with a severe case of the flu that night. It was bad. My fever was really high and I was freezing no matter how high the thermostat was set. I was coughing like crazy, but the fever was the worst. Stupid me didn't believe in taking anything for a fever because it was the body's way of killing the virus. So I let it peak. No virus could survive this heat. I kept taking the pills because sleep was the only relief I had now. The dreams were vivid and bizarre...and very sexual. I dreamed of hard dicks and pubic hair and tattoos. I'd spend all night in pure erotic bliss and then wake up to more misery. This repeated for nearly a week. I'd suck dicks all night and cough my lungs up during the day. The most explicit dream was about walking through a long hallway that seemed familiar somehow. There were doors on all sides, but I headed straight for the sound of running water. Was this a dream? It felt almost too real. Then I was in a cavernous concrete room that was poorly-lit. If I was dreaming, I should be able to make it brighter. "Where's the light?", I asked loudly. "Hold on," a man's voice said. The light went on, but it was still pretty dim. "Well look who's here! It's Slim! How you feelin', Slim?" There were five completely naked guys standing around under a shower nozzle in the wall. It was gym class or something. Most of the naked men had full boners. "You didn't look well last night. I thought maybe we'd fucked you too hard or something, but you're back for more! Yay!" "I know you?" "Oh man -- that hurts my feelings. I was your first. You need to lay off the weed a little. Try this." He held a little bottle under my nose. I sniffed and that made me cough like crazy. I was sure my waking self was also coughing. "Maybe he needs to lay down," another deep voice said. "Let's put him on the bench." "This is a dream." "Yeah, Slim. That's exactly what this is. You're dreaming now." the others chuckled and whispered. I was lying on my back. In the sparse light I could see I was surrounded by hard-ons, bald heads, tattoos and leather arm bands. There were more than five now. "How many are here?" "Enough to make this your best dream ever. You want lube or you wanna go dry like last night?" "What?" "Let Jeff go first. He hasn't bred you yet. Go ahead, Jeff." A big, bearded ape of a man stood next to me and let his hard dick poke me in the eye. Ouch. I'm glad my waking self had taken my contacts out. "I like that. Do it again, Jeff." More chuckling. He poked that hard rod into both eyes until I could barely see. "Can I fuck his eyes out?" "No. Let's keep it a little more sane tonight. We've already done enough weird shit to the poor kid." "Fine. But I gotta piss first." He aimed that fat head right at my mouth and I saw the first few drops fall before a blast hit me in the lips. It was hot and odorless. "He digs that! Look at how hard he is. I'm gonna go now too." Then there were three or four streams hitting me in various places. "Piss in his eyes!" And somebody did. It didn't sting at all...in fact, I thought I would ejaculate right then. My vision was blurry but I could see that ape Jeff get between my legs and started licking my asshole. I shot my load. Best dream ever! "Sorry, guys." "Don't worry, Slim. You cum several times every night. That was just your warm-up shot." Jeff was on top of me. His big belly was so hairy and his beard was rubbing my face raw. I could feel his hard tool push deep into me. It felt a little painful and a little amazing. "Damn. You guys have him all loosened up. When do I get to break a cherry ass?" "When you quit the third shift and get here at a normal hour of night. I was his first, and he took it like a champ." Jeff had a tattoo under the hair on his chest. I tried to see what it was, but it was hard to make out. It kept changing. At first it looked like some kind of symbol but then it became a skull. He was really thrusting into me with full force. It was so nice. Was he my boyfriend in this dream? I reached around and hugged him like he was. That set something off in his brain because he went deeper and faster. "Here it comes!! Ah Shit!!" He bucked and spasmed a few more times before stopping. We lie there for about ten seconds before he stood up and shook some remaining cum drops on my legs. "What's your tattoo, Jeff?" He laughed as did the others. "You need a tattoo also, Slim. We've already marked your insides...maybe it's time to mark the skin." I don't even know who was talking. let's get you something on your skin. Whispers. "Hold out your arm." I did. I felt a razor blade go through the soft skin of my inner arm. Huh? Then the first guy stood next to me and cut his own arm. He pressed his fresh wound against mine. "I'm your blood bother now." Then everybody else wanted to do it. I was cut in multiple places and got contact from all their lacerations. It didn't make sense, but I didn't say anything. Dreams are just weird. The rest of them fucked me and it felt great every time. A few of them went twice and a few of them wanted their cum swallowed -- which I was all too happy to do. Sperm tastes like lemons and salt and life. "I could live on sperm." "Well, we can arrange that, Slim." And the, a parade of dicks of all shapes, sizes and colors were in my mouth, feeding me seed. Sometimes a bare asshole would be planted on my mouth. Some of them smelled bad, but in a nice way. More pee. Best dream ever. "Don't leave now, Slim." But I needed to go. My phone was ringing. It was my boss asking if I was feeling any better. Coughing. "Yeah. I think my fever has broken. I should be back in a day or two." "Well, make sure you're well. Half the staff is out sick." "OK. Bye. Thanks for calling." I actually did feel better. A little weak maybe, but not like before. And thirsty. My mouth was so dry and my lips were chapped. And I had bled all over my comforter. I was cut up in eight different places. I had enough strength to dress myself and go outside. Mail had piled up. The hood of my car was warm. Wherever that dream took place, it was within driving distance. I knew what I'd done and what had been done to me. It was all a dream, though. I was blameless and so were they. That dream stayed inside of me forever.

When I top, I totally ignore the bottoms cock and slap his hand away if he tries to touch it. He should be focused on my cock. I take it as a sign of submission when the bottoms cock is soft while I'm using his hole. And I frankly don't care what he does after I deposit my seed in him. Similarly, when I'm getting fucked - I NEVER touch my cock out of respect for the fucker using me. Further, I find it distracting when the fucker wants to stroke me while he is doing me

For me, it depends on who I am fucking. If it is some random or anonymous bloke I am fucking or a bloke that I picked up for the night, I am usually not very interested in his cock. I just want to fuck his ass and leave my load deep inside him. In those cases I would prefer he not get hard and I would not let him touch his cock: I want him to concentrate on my cock fucking his ass and his cock just becomes a distraction. I will let him shoot his load, but not before I shoot my load into his ass. He’s not allowed to cum before me. If I am fucking a bloke that I am dating or a boyfriend (though I am currently single) or someone I care a lot about, I am less bothered if he gets hard but I would prefer he stay soft. I usually take it as a compliment, that I am fucking him right and he is enjoying it and I am giving him pleasure. However, I don’t want him to play with his cock so I always get into fucking positions where he can’t touch himself and as before. I usually won’t let him cum before me – if I can help it! TONY

PART 5 I finally got to my dorm at 8 and my body was aching all over... all that fucking yesterday really made be exhausted. It seems like I need to have more "experience" before I become a complete slut and not have these body aches after a long fuck. I slept the entire day... woke up at 4pm for lunch. And then back to my room... I had to gloss over some notes as I have an interview with Professor Ahmed tomorrow as his his Research Assistant. I applied for this position a few days ago, thought the extra pay and experience will be worth it, surviving on my scholarship and small allowance from my family is barely enough so might as well go for it. The student aid department already informed me that I've been accepted and that Professor Ahmed just wanted to talk to me before the term starts next week. So that's why I'm reading my notes... I can never be too sure what type of questions professor Ahmed might ask me so I might as well come prepared, I also heard that he's one of the big wigs in the international studies department so I might as well make a good impression. My interview was scheduled at 10 so I woke up earlier that usual and showered and dressed up in a semi formal dress, also had with me a suite in case the interview is more formal. While walking towards Professor Ahmed's office I realized that might outfit is a little bit revealing... lol so much for being semi formal more like semi slut... I could partially see my cleavage and my dress is a little bit too short, my legs are a little bit over exposed I think, if I sit incorrectly, someone's gonna get a good view of my thin and small underwear (I like em that way). Anyway I got to the faculty center and knocked at Professor Ahmed's room. I heard a soft "come in" and I allowed myself to enter the room. The room is actually better than I expected it to be, quite spacious on the inside and fairly decorated (this guy had taste) and of course there were the occasional books and research papers filed in a series of cabinets. Since Prof Ahmed is a full time professor here he got this office all to himself and doesn't have to share it with the assistant professors and lecturers of the department. After observing my surroundings in the first few seconds... my eyes were then drawn to this man reading a news paper behind his desk. I then let out a soft "Professor Ahmed?" And as the guy behind the newspaper revealed himself... I was taken aback ... this guy is handsome and sexy as hell! I thought is this really the professor? I expected a middle aged man with a pot belly but this guy... shit! This guy must just be in the middle of his thirties and had a swanky smile (similar to how frat boys do it), very defined jaw line, well trimmed beard and amazing eyebrows and by the looks of it, he keeps himself fit. I guess I should have researched more on who I was gonna be working for, but the "distractions" of the past few days kept me from it. Shit. My inner slut is coming out again... I can feel my pussy getting wet and tingle at the sight of him. He then let out in his deep voice "so... you must be Jessica" I let out a soft "yes" ... he stood up and shook my hand... he had a firm handshake as expected but what really caught my attention is his height and physique... he must have been at least 5'9 and when he stood up... I got a better view of his fitted shirt... I was basically undressing him right then and there. Anyway he offered me a seat and he just basically explained to me what's expected of me as I work for him during the term. He's currently working on a paper the demands gathering information from various government agencies... he just wanted me to get in touch with his point persons every now and then to have the data and information necessary as the paper progresses. He has also mentioned that he plans on taking in 2 research assistants for this term but still has not decided on who the 2nd RA will be. After explaining to me the job description on how I was expected to clock 6-10 hours a week he then proceeded to more personal stuff. He said "I don't want this to be too formal you know, think of me as a mentor and as a friend, I scheduled this interview to get to know you better. I take pride in being very good to my research assistants and I want this to be more of a collaboration between friends... so I just want to get to know you." I then talked to him about my family... my hometown and how much I enjoyed college and was really looking forward to having my Master's degree here in Egypt. Professor Ahmed then asked me how I have been adjusting the past few days... Me: well it's been amazing! Well aside from all the paperwork that I had to tend for my international student requirements, everything's been really going well. I chill in a cafe whenever I have the time and the people are amazing. Prof Ahmed: well that's great. I hope you have a good time here (he had this amazing and enticing smile and I could feel my pussy twitch). How bout the people here? What do you think? me: oh very friendly. And more than friendly sometimes haha ( I let out a slightly slutty laugh) I guess it's because I'm really friendly too (I smiled back and bit my lip) oh boy. I guess my inner slut is taking over. I think I've become too forward for this first meeting and I'm not even sure if he likes me and I'm pretty sure he is married. Professor Ahmed: that's nice. I like friendly people... we could use that. Can you show me how "friendly" you are? What did he just say? Is he trying to flirt with me? Or am I just taking things out of context? Oh shit I don't know how to reply. And as I was just about to respond... he stood up and I saw this huge bulge in his pants... he unzipped and without unbuckling his belt and fished out this thick 8 inch brown piece of meat. His penis is really big, thicker than Hassan's ... he went around his table and stood right in front of me. He guided my head towards his cock and I could smell his amazing cock... it smelled clean... yet very manly at the same time. I licked on his cock head and played with his balls and then licked on his shaft... oh wow his penis is longer than my face... he then slapped his penis all over my face as I let my tongue out... he then shoved his penis into my mouth... I gagged a little bit but was able to suck him right up until his base... I could feel his cock in my throat and I could barely breath... but I had to continue sucking on this cock... its too good to miss out on. He then started to hump harder and harder and I started to tear up... my face was now covered with spit and tears and I'm pretty sure my make up is broken and I my hair is all messed up as well... I think I have the hooker look by now . I enjoyed sucking him... I played with by tongue as I sucked him and he let out soft moans and grunts as I slurped and slurped. He then repositioned me... had me lay on my back on his desk and didn't even bother to take of his and my clothes... he just slid his finger into my pussy as he adjusted my underwear to let him through... one finger became 2 then 3 and he was really happy with how slick and wet my pussy has become. He spat on his dick... adjusted my dress to give a better view of my pussy and rubbed his cock head against my pussy... while at the same time he put his fingers into my mouth and I could taste my pussy from it. He enjoyed having me suck on his fingers as he tried to fuck me... he spat again on his dick and then *plop his cock head is inside and oh boy was it amazing... he slid slowly inside me and then I could already feel his balls against my pussy... he was all in! His 8 inch monster cock is inside me... I loved how it stretched me and how he fucked me he slid half way out then would slowly bottom out. Then he would long dick me and pull nearly all out and then fuck all the way to the base... he was such an amazing fucker... by now his hands found it to my boobs and he played with it... he exposed my boobs through some amazing hand work and he started sucking on my nipples... it was an amazing sight. This Arab god fucking me and sucking on my nipples at the same time.... he fucked me more as we both moaned in pleasure. He then moved closer to me and started kissing me... and was such an amazing kisser. The tongue work was amazing and that's what brought me to the edge... I felt that I was cumming as he was fucking me... my pussy got extra wet and I could feel it spasm... my pussy clamped down on his penis and the extra tightness in all that wetness must have brought him to the edge as well as he started to moan louder... he let out this howl as he came in me... his sweat hitting my face and I just took in the moment and enjoyed it. I have just been fucked by my professor. I could feel that he came a lot as it took him a while to slip out of me. And as usual my pussy new the drill... it shut itself immediately after he pulled out. His cum belongs in my pussy. We both fixed ourselves (well more of me actually... he just unzipped his pants remember?) as I looked into the mirror I looked like a total slut... make up all over.. spit and tears and I'm sure some pre cum all over my face as my hair was messed up. Prof Ahmed handed me a towel and hugged me from the back as I was fixing myself. He kissed me on the neck and his hot breath made my pussy tingle. He thanked me for my "friebdship" he told me that we should do this more often and I replied with a definite yes. he was still hugging me and it was so romantic... we both looked at each other's eyes through the mirror and god did he look great. He said that we would be seeing each other more often... he hugged me tighter and kissed my neck again ... I could feel my pussy leak a bit and then he said that he just got a list of his students and that he will be my professor for Middle Eastern politics. I just smiled back and told him... "how could I concentrate in class if such a sexy stud is teaching?" He then let out a smile laugh and smiled. We kissed each other. Before I left his room he gave me his personal email and mobile number and told me that we should catch up again soon. I said "sure!" Left his office with a big smile on my face.

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He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 4) Before dressing up I used some toilet paper to wipe my dripping cunt. “Damn…. how did this happen?” I whispered to myself. This was crazy – my head leaned against the wall and I couldn’t help but to finger myself. Somehow I felt like a slut. Taking two dicks up my ass from guys I never met before. But then I thought about Josh - beautiful… handsome looking Josh. I smiled away dreamingly. This night, when our eyes met for the first time, there was magic in the air. I didn’t want to lose the chance in building up a solid relationship to this stunning guy. Everyone was drooling, just looking at him. But tonight he chose me and I wouldn’t let him down. I had done all the things he asked me to and even more. Still I felt somehow cheap and common and I was scared his friends would tell him I enjoyed their cocks. When I left the stall I almost crashed into another guy who wanted to use the toilet. He smiled at me and asked if I would want to taste his dick, but I sort of got back to my senses and shook my head. First I recognized his respectable bulge, but then I saw a friendship ring on his finger. I had the best boyfriend ever, I didn’t need this trash. He was probably cheating his boyfriend. Disgusting….. So I went back to our table, but when I reached it - Josh was sitting there with his friends and another blonde twink, who actually rubbed my boyfriends bulge out the in the open. I was shocked. Josh saw me from afar and waved at me. I moved closer but couldn’t say a word. All I could do was looking at the twink’s hand giving my boyfriend a cock massage through his jeans fabric. Josh told me to sit down next to him. I followed his instruction and got a perfect view of the things happening. My face was frozen. I felt Josh putting his arm around my shoulders, but that didn’t stop the blonde bitch to touch my boyfriend’s dick. The other guys smirked all over their faces. “Listen Buddy - I will be with you in a few minutes. Drink something to warm you up. Next stop is banging your hole …..” he gave me a horny wink with his eyes and then he got up and took this guy by the hand, leading him to the back room areas. Shortly before disappearing, I observed Josh even squeezing the twink’s butt before passing a door. “Where… who… where is he going. Who was this guy, touching Josh? “I asked almost sobbing. “Don’t worry about this bitch. It is just… an ex boyfriend” somebody lied to me. “An ex… and Josh let him touch him this way?” I asked sadly. “You know how it is. If someone is holding on and the other one lets go” Josh’s friends explained. It wasn’t an ex boyfriend though. It was simply another twink whoring around, but I didn’t know that. “He doesn’t give shit about this guy. He wants to be with you” they tried to convince me, but I was almost traumatized. “Josh is a nice guy. I know him. He will look for a quiet and dark corner and there he will hammer this guy, to make him understand, that he is nothing but a cunt to him. He loves you and just wanted to avoid a scene….” they tried comforting me. “Believe me - he will be back with you soon. He knows you are precious and he won’t miss the chance to get you ‘real’ good” they laughed. I felt a bit better now. For a moment I had seen all my dreams shatter, but I had faith in Josh and I believed his best friends. They knew Josh so well…. “So…..?” Someone asked me. “So what?” I looked around at the assembled group. “Don’t you move under the table again?” another guy asked in disbelieve. “I am thirsty…..” I objected. “Nothing you can’t get under the table…..” was the command I received. And so I slid under the table almost naturally and sat there asking the guys to order me a coke. “No coke available…. but you can get recycled beer” someone suggested. ‘Recycled beer...?’ I asked myself, when all of the sudden all the guys opened their pants and I looked around to see five dicks pointing at me….. “Oh nooooo……” I begged them. “You got ten seconds time to chose a dick. If you don’t chose one, we will piss on you.” they threatened me. “You can’t do this to me” I almost shouted and tried to emerge from under the table, but was kicked back. “Ten seconds and counting…” they snarled. I grabbed one dick and took it into my mouth….. waiting for my thirst to be quenched.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 3) Marc sucked on his boyfriend’s huge phallus. Little did he know, shortly before that, Josh had fucked another slut in the darkroom - unprotected. He had banged the shit out of an 18 year old teen-bitch and now he was sitting at the table with his buddies surrounding him and Marc lapped along the huge piece of flesh, cleaning the ass juices up from another filthy slut. They all laughed, when Marc made a concerned remark of the bloody streaks on Josh’s dick, but the twink under the table was either not so bright, inexperienced or simply tried his best to keep Josh satisfied. Two guys were still up to shoot their cum into the young Marc. They told Josh they needed to take a piss – and they asked if his new boyfriend could assist them. ‘Finding the loo?’ Marc thought. “Seems like I am spotless down there. Nice…. yeah take him with you and have fun” Josh said almost carelessly. Marc was a bit confused. Was there something he had said or done? “Be nice to my friends. Don’t come back complaining about them. I hate it if my lovers are causing more problems. You are here to solve problems. To make me and my buddies happy…. that’s your job,” Josh added. “Will you be here when I come back?” Marc timidly asked. “Yeah…. well maybe I will wander around bit and check out if I can see other guys to bump into. Don’t worry. I'll find you and then we will look for a cozy place…. so I can use your tight hole and…. make love to you and shit like that." Josh and his friends laughed hysterically. “Now run along with my two friends and don’t forget to make them happy too.” On the way to the toilets Marc saw the big bulges in the pants of the two guys, and he was sure they wanted to blow a load or two. Still Marc thought he might be able to avoid executing other blow jobs, so he undertook to convince them that he really should be with Josh, especially as he wasn't sure it was right for him to get mixed-up with them. Both of the guys listened to Marc's agreement, but continued walking me to the toilets. From time to time they grabbed their crotches to adjust their dicks. I sighed. Then we arrived at the urinals. “You know Josh is a great guy, with a big dick. You think you can handle that?” the second guy asked me that, while he took a good and long piss. “Well… we will have romantic sex…. lots of kissing. Slowly…. lovingly…..” Marc assured them. Both guys stared at each other and then started to laugh out loud. They couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh no boy! He is rough and likes it rough. If you fail to accept his dick in one stroke, then you will be history, that’s for sure. Do you understand that?” the latter asked, who also emptied his bladder. “I will never be able to take his dick in one stroke” I mumbled, more to myself. “Yeah, we know…. but we want to help you. We would be willing to open you up a little bit, you know? “You want to…. fuck me? Can’t I just suck you?” I asked them sheepishly. “This wouldn’t help you much with your problem, huh - getting Josh’s monster cock into your tiny little hole, in one smooth motion” both giggles insanely. Marc nodded slowly. “Believe us, it is better this way. Josh will be impressed, when you suck his cock into your body with your cunt, without flinching. He is a nice guy and he is trying so hard to find the right partner.” the guy with the dark hair chuckled. “Let’s get together into this stall and we will open you up with our dicks – you can decide, which one of us can shred your ass first” he said. “Don’t be too hard on me please” I answered, while walking into a stall first. “It is no use fucking you softly. Josh will wreck your asshole. We need to bang you the right way, so you get used to the pain and open up more… are you so fucking stupid to understand that?” the red head roared. “Stop fussing about it and pull your pants down a bit” he ordered me and someone of them closed the door behind us. I stood there, facing a side wall and fumbled at my buttons to open my pants. Both gents opened their zippers only and pulled their cocks out. They asked me, which one should fuck him first. I looked over my shoulder and said the red head could try to open me up a bit. He grinned triumphantly to his friend and moved behind me. I had revealed my ass. “Bend over a bit and hold your ass cheeks apart. I am a nice guy you know” he spit on his dick: “I will give you my spit even, so it is easier for your dry hole” he panted. I clenched my teeth, while the guy behind me rammed his 7 inch cock into my asshole without stopping once. I thought he would rip my ass apart. His friend cheered him on, while he jacked-off slowly. “Please – go slowly…. you are hurting me” I whispered. “Shut up” he snarled and started fucking me like a rabbit which made me yelp in pain. “You know, we will also deposit our junk in your pussy. This way you got even more lube up your ass…. what do you say, hm?” he asked me breathlessly. “No… please. Don’t cum into my ass. I am scared….. are you tested?” I wailed. “Yeah sure I am tested you bitch and now hold still. I want to enjoy my ride….. ayyeeeee…. whore.” For the moment I calmed down. I was scared of hiv and other sexual transmitted diseases. I didn’t realize, he just told me he got tested. But he never claimed the results. “Bend down more…. I want to ram my cock deeper into you” he forced himself deeper between my cleft. Meanwhile he started pinching my nipples. It hurt so much, because he turned and twisted them around brutally. “Yeah…. whore….. *grunt* you like my cock….. hmmm….. oh…. you are so tight” he moaned. I felt he was speeding up and so I begged him again not to shoot into me. I offered him, I would take his dick ass to mouth and swallow his cum. There was no response, just his heavy breathing and then all of a sudden he rammed his dick deep into me and stopped abruptly. I felt his hot breath on my shoulders and then I felt gush after gush erupting into my bowels and I sighed deeply. “Oooooh yeah bitch…. oh – man…. I am still shooting my hot load into you. Can you feel it bitch?” the raid head guy closed his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. My breathing was stagnant, but before I could calm down the second guy was at my hole and stabbed into me without further ado. “Noooooo “ I shouted desperately, but he covered my mouth with his right hand and hissed to shut up immediately. This guy was a bit thicker, than the other one, and had maybe 8 inches. Of course Josh would be another challenge, but right now I was in severe pain, taking my second cock up my arse tonight. I was almost grateful for the deposit of cum now. It made all really easier for me. Both guys looked at each other, when they recognized my ass moving to meet the fucking motion of the black haired guy. “Look at this bitch. You enjoy taking dicks. I knew it from the beginning, that you are a dick taking whore” he grunted while he fucked me with more enthusiasm now. I moaned loudly. It felt good to get fucked. I am totally into dicks, it just bothered me, that my good reputation was at stake. As long as no one saw me, sucking and fucking around tonight, I should be safe. My hands pulled my cheeks further apart to give my fucker more access to my hole. “Fuck me…. fuck me harder….” I encouraged him and outside at the urinals guys enjoyed listening to the action, which went on in our stall. This guy for example, made no noise at all when he came. He shuddered only a bit and then I knew he was loading my ass for the second time that evening. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt empty and I couldn’t move for the moment. I was so horny right now, but there was also the feeling of being cheap and common. My boyfriend was sitting outside, waiting for me to return and what did I do? I enjoyed being fucked by another guy, who was a total stranger to me. “Don’t tell Josh, that I was so willing…. okay?” I begged them softly. My legs were slightly apart and I felt the cum dripping out of my hole and running downwards along my legs. This was so embarrassing. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. If he loves you, then he won’t mind you, being a cock-addicted whore” the red head said. He unlocked the door and closed his pants while walking outside. The other guy just looked at me with cold eyes and closed his pants also. He went out without saying a word. My heartbeat was racing. I slowly pulled my pants up. I had to find Josh…..

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 1) First time, first love. It was an amazing feeling. Josh, the hottest bloke in town, had actually talked to me. I was stunned. It all started as another boring evening. My friends and I thought about going to the movies, but then someone suggested we could visit the new bath house in town, the ‘Toxic’. I argued against the idea as I knew that if I went I'd end-up sitting alone at the snack bar, drinking Coke Zero, while the other guys would get stuffed all around the place. And that was not a scene I wanted to revisit, but as usual I lost the argument as the majority thought a visit to the Toxic was a great idea, so that's where we found ourselves that night around 10:00 PM. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I didn't enjoy sucking the seed out of a hard cock, or, for that matter, taking a long hard cock up my ass, but my experience was that most of the guys I'd find at the bath house would be queens who were masquerading as studs. And true studs would be few and far between. I guess you could say I didn't subscribe to the notion of flexible sexual roles. So there I was, true to form, sitting at the bar watching the scene as all kind of guys made out with each other. Some were eye-fucking me, but none were all that interesting, so I took the attitude 'Look, but don't touch'. Several guys offered me a drink, but I declined each, at least giving each guy a kindly smile. I knew I was the topic of gossip, and knowing as much I told everyone who hit at me that I wasn't interested in having anonymous bath house cock up my ass. No way, Jose. And then Josh entered the room and I got this tingling feeling in my guts. He was a hot hunk. He was 26 years old and had black hair. His eyes with were of the deepest blue I had ever seen, and as he spent time at the gym daily his body was stunning. He was not so pumped up, but rather had muscles in the right places. And talking about muscles in the right place, the bulge in his jeans was huge. Every other minute he grabbed his junk and adjusted himself, or uninhibitedly scratched his crotch. Every pussy in town was talking about Josh and not only the gay pussies. He was standing with a group of guys, several of whom had already approached me, but I had declined each of them. I found myself fuming at my foolishness, thinking had I known of Josh's connection with the guys, I could be standing over there, chatting with the cutest guy in the room. If only I had been less standoffish and had accepted a drink from one or another of the guys. Stupid….. Then I realized, they were staring in my direction even as they were chatting with each other. I turned around and looked behind myself but there was no one there. Turning back to the group of guys I saw they were still chatting, but for whatever reason were no longer staring in my direction. I found myself focused on Josh’s beautiful bulge. His jeans were so tight you could see clearly the outline of a thick and long piece of flesh. Everyone who lied about him ‘stuffing’ his jeans out should see him tonight. This was all real cock. I could clearly see it. I sighed deeply: I was totally in love with Josh. Being 18 it is not all about hormones and stuff. Of course I was a horny little brat, but I didn’t want to lose myself to some one night stand, like so many of my other friends had done. I wanted the real thing: the knight in shining armor. A romance, like in ‘Beauty and the Beast’, with me as the beauty and Josh as the…. well, the hot-stud-with-a-beast-within-his-pants. Admiringly, my gaze wandered up Josh's body, past his perfect chest, hoping to get a discrete look at his beautiful eyes, only to discover he was staring at me! And then he invitingly smiled at me. Did I see that right? My heart was pounding with excitement. But then Josh gazed around the room. I knew it. He was looking for some other willing prey. Again he adjusted his huge bulge again and my thoughts drifted away, even as I openly stared at his crotch, praying for another casual scratching or adjustment. Suddenly he left his pals and walked into my direction. My eyes grew wide and breathe grew shallow as I attempted to concentrated on my glass of coke. Now he was standing next to me. I could smell his overwhelming scent. Ordering a drink, he flashed me a casual smile, and then greeted me. "Hi, there. Having a good time?" I looked at his perfect white teeth, smiled, and apparently mumbled a vaguely appropriate response. “I’ve watched you from behind there,” he remarked, pointed at his friends, adding “Do I know you?” “No…. but it is nice to meet you. I’m Marc,” I replied, automatically extending a handshake. “I'm Josh,” he responded, taking and holding onto my hand. “Would you like a drink? Maybe we could find a quiet corner and sit down and chat a bit,” Josh suggested. I just nodded. Did he just ask me to talk to him? I felt like flying. He ordered another alcoholic drink for me and took a good grip at my nape and led me to a segregated area which was set-aside for VIPs. We took a bench and the waiter brought our drinks. We raised our glasses and took a huge sip. I didn’t dare to tell him I rarely drank alcohol as I didn’t want to spoil the moment, so I continued drinking the hard liquor. Josh, meanwhile, moved somewhat closer to me. I fought the urge to seek out his crotch. "I've gotta say, I find your shy ways beguiling," Josh quietly remarked, adding "and your beautiful eyes and sweet build are just what I like. Oh, and that you aren't completely fixated on my crotch. In all honesty that gets old. Just because I have ten inches in my jeans." I gulped. Ten inches? Mentally I was thankful he hadn't realized I had indeed been fixated on his cock, and that realization led me to mutter something inane like "...really, that huge…." I felt utterly stupid, but it apparently didn't matter. Josh draped his right arm across my my shoulder and started playing with my right nipple, softly pinching it through my t-shirt. Involuntarily I grunted in pleasure. Seemingly unknowingly Josh continued manipulating my tit. I, on the other hand, was fully aware of as much and shyly suggested “Would you like to go out for a walk?” Smiling, he replied "Sure I would, but I have a bit of a problem." “What's that?" He pointed at his crotch. It gave the impression the buttons were about to blow open. “Oh! I see what you mean," I managed. Ever so smoothly Josh continued "I'm hoping you would help me out - just so afterwards we can take a walk and enjoy the starry sky.” “You want me to jack you off?” “No, honestly, that would take too long and I really want to spend some time chatting with you. It would be better if you sucked me off.” There was no real decision to make. I was stunned by his attentions, by his cock, and by his desire to spend time with me. I nodded slowly as I considered the logistics. “Do you want me to do it here? Out in the open?” This was a bit public for my tastes. “Nah. Slip under the table, get on your knees, open my jeans and take my cock out and suck it,” he proposed, giving me an endearing nudge, adding "Don't worry, no one will ever know.” I slipped under the table and Josh opened his legs more, so I could actually kneel right in front of him. "This is the first time I've actually given a blow job," I remarked as I fumbled with his buttons. “Really?” he asked in perhaps some disbelief. But then he reasoned “That is great. It will be a memory we will share for years. It will be special to both of us. Now open my fuckin' jeans and blow me," he ordered. I obeyed and went to unhook his belt, but he told me "A few button will be enough." So I worked my way down from the second top button the last and without hesitation, licked his huge dickhead as soon as his cock was protruding from his fly. Josh crossed his arms behind his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the tongue lapping around at his glans penis, suggesting “Start sucking me with your mouth. I want your throat muscles massaging my cock.” I was concentrated on his dick and could see his crotch, but nothing else, so I didn't see Josh signal his buddies to come over to the VIP table, but I could see the table was suddenly surrounded by several pairs of legs and I could also hear Josh conversing with the guys. Then the guys squeezed into the chairs and onto the benches so I was surrounded by knees and shoes. Part of me wanted to panic and I paused in my efforts to pleasure Josh, but still I had keep his cock head in my mouth, not moving an inch, only to hear Josh announce "Guys, this isn't a great moment 'cause Marc, my new boyfriend, is sucking my dick." Immediately four pairs of eyes peered under the table and took in the sight of me kneeling there with Josh’s cock in my mouth. I was totally ashamed. They, on the other hand, seemed to find it normal. One or two extended a greeting, and all four guys then resumed chatting with Josh. He, on the other hand, was apparently enjoying my efforts as he murmured “Keep on sucking Mitch, good job, man." 'My name is Marc', I thought, but then he just knew me for 30 minutes. And he said I would be his boyfriend. It made me so happy and excited, and so I continued bopping my head up and down on his beautiful dong, only to hear him advise “Mitch, when I shoot my dick snot, swallow it all. Don’t make a mess under the table,” grabbing my hair and giving me a sharp, slightly painful tug. 'He clearly is accustomed to getting his way', I thought as I mumbled "Okay." “I am popular here. I don’t want to be banned just because you can’t swallow decently” he continued, as he then went on to describe my services to his friends, adding that for a newbie I wasn't half bad at giving head. His buddies chuckled, high-fiving him. He didn’t tell me he was about to cum. Instead I realized as much as I felt his dick twitching and his cock head swelled yet more. His load was imminent, but by no means was I prepared for the size of his load: it seemed like gallons of the salty, slimy fluid blew out of his cock. I kept swallowing, determined not to leave any tell-tale stains on the floor or his jeans. Nevertheless he felt compelled to mutter “Don’t lose a fucking drop, bitch.” I wanted to believe he was expressing a term of endearment. After Josh unloaded himself he started buttoning up. I was hesitant to crawl out from under the table, particularly as the etiquette for this situation wasn't within my purview. Besides I really didn't want to look at the faces of those four guys. I wanted to believe I had some dignity - somewhere. Then I heard a guy ask Josh "Do you mind if he sucks he off?" He added he had a four day load in his balls that needed to get released. “Sure,” Josh answered and, giving me a slight nudge with his foot, said "Hey Mitch, get to it. You did a great job, baby and I want to let my buddies experience your tongue action. Don’t embarrass me in front my friends,” he urged. I hesitated in complying as it felt wrong to blow one (or all) of these guys, but then I didn’t want to lose the chance to be Josh’s boyfriend. Josh, however, saw no issue as he announced “I am so disappointed. I really thought we had something special going on… and now you won’t even suck my best friends, even though this is not even considered as sex,” he sighed sadly. I turned to my right and stared directly at another crotch clothed with denim. I reached out, slowly felt the bulge, and opened the fly. The guy nodded at his friends and then told me to suck him good. “Remember to swallow my junk also, you slut” he snickered. They all laughed and I think I even heard even Josh’s join in. I found myself hoping none of my friends chanced to see me in this position.

Last week I got my test results back. As of then I still tested NEG. But today? Who fuckin’ knows? Not after last night. I invited a hot Latin top home from the bar. We fooled around for a while, and I let him get me in the missionary position with his Dick just outside my Cunt. I pushed back just a little, letting the head inch on in—just a little—using no lube. I love that kind of foreplay—a dry Cock at the door, really just teasing—prior to applying the lube. At least I’d assumed he was teasing. He kissed me and rammed his tongue down my throat. As I gagged, he drove all 8" up my dry Pussy! I screamed—it hurt so bad! He held it in there steady—not moving—realizing I had reached the outer tolerance of my endurance. I held my bated breath. Status hadn't even come up. After a bit, I had to admit how good he felt within me, flesh against flesh, with only my ass juices and his precum for lube. Everyman’s dream—certainly mine. Tentatively I milked his dick with my ass muscles and started to rock back and forth. ‘Go ahead! Fuck me!’ careened through my mind. He screwed me gently. The friction between his bare cock and my unlubed ass must have been driving him wild; but for my part, I was in pain. I figured I was bleeding a lot, and my blood must have been serving as lube—for whenever he came within an inch of my prostate—I almost shot. His thrusts grew ever wilder as he disregarded me as a person—just another impersonal mancunt to fuck. I felt humiliated, but more importantly, physically shredded—as I cried out in pleasure and pain. "Please cum! Cum up my ASS!" "Yeahhhh!" he growled in agreement as he fucked me like I was the last faggot on earth. "Take my poz charge!" When I heard those words and felt his dick spasm, I shot all over my chest. He pulled out. "I think I bred you good, little man." I looked down and the sheets beneath me were bloody. I hurt really bad. Still—I had that rare sensation in the pit of my stomach—the one that you get only after you’ve experienced a life changing conversion. And I loved and I loathed him for making the inevitable cum to pass.

I tried not to check for wet, semen spots on my denim shorts as I made my walk of shame back to the car and ran my tongue around my mouth savoring the lingering tastes of dick and cum. The sun was just peeking up over the Nebraska cornfields. The voices of a couple arguing carried on the summer wind, and the only other life up at that hour were a few birds hopping around and foraging for what the folks had tossed on the ground the night before. The 2016 primary election campaigns had been a chance to get out and see the world. For some reason, being from the East Coast seemed to make we well qualified to be sent to the Midwest to do some grassroots organizing. I had spent the month of May driving from one end of Nebraska to the other, and finally had a weekend off. Memorial day weekend was the start of the summer, and nothing got the summer off right so folks told me, like going to the carnival. People traveled from far and wide to enjoy the rides, food, see old friends and make new ones. With a half-eaten hot dog in one hand and a dented soda can in the other, I had taken my time walking around the carnival, just enjoying this different part of life on the open plains. Near the back of the fair grounds I noticed an entire section of the carnival was almost totally dark, deserted, centered around the Fun House - at least that’s what the blacked out neon sign on the top of what looked like several shipping containers strung together said. As I got near the far end of the Fun House I could hear banging of metal on metal, along with the frustrated voice of a man who kept repeating, “Worthless piece of shit. Mother-fucking-shit. Worthless piece of shit….” I dropped the remains of my hot dog and drink into a trashcan that had a big white sign sticking out of it - CLOSED. I peeked around the end of the corner and in the dim light could see a man bent over, banging a generator with a silver, metal wrench. There was a can of beer along with a big flashlight perched on the edge of the generator housing and when he next gave the generator a good whack, the flashlight started a fast roll, the can toppled, beer splattered on his pants, and with an unfiltered cigarette still dangling in his mouth he began wiping at his pants and swearing, “Shit, fuck. Mother-fucking-shit.” I could only stare as in his efforts to wipe off the excess liquor he had turned to the side and given me a great view of the fat dick head poking out through the hole in his left pant leg. Something made him aware I was there. He paused, stood up, gave me the once over, took his cigarette out of his mouth with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger and asked, “Hey, what’s up? Can I help you?” I took my eyes off the hole in his pants where his man snake had retreated, shook my head no, “Sorry. I was just wandering around.” He squinted as he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, smiled and said, “Well, since you sorry and all, how about giving me a hand a minute? Grab the light for me will you and shine it in the middle there.” I walked behind him, bent down, fetched the flashlight from the tall grass, and shined the beam onto the broke down generator. With his cigarette back between his lips, the man focused once more on whacking it here and there with his wrench. I don’t know much about mechanical things, but to me, seemed like maybe that was not the best choice. But as he did, I took the chance to look at him closer. His camo baseball cap was frayed around the brim. Beyond the holes in his pants, the tank top he had on appeared to have more holes and stains than anything else. His arms were nice and muscular and his hair appeared to be short, but he had long sideburns that edged down his face and stopped a few inches shy of meeting up with the full, Fu Manchu mustache he wore. I let my eyes continue down, lingering on the beds of sweat on his upper chest, then looked further down to the hole where his dick head had appeared before. The man was down on his right knee, with his left leg up and out, giving me the perfect angle to try to see his dick again if I just moved the light slightly back….”Hey - HEY!” the man said. I looked back at his face, his eyes met mine, he motioned forward with the wrench, “The light - on there - you mind?” I apologized, repositioned the light once more and tried to keep my eyes focused as he worked. “Well fuck,” he said. The man stood up, patted me on the back, “Come on.” He slammed the generator housing cover closed, walked around to the side, I followed trying to shine the light on the ground so we both could see. He went up a couple metal steps at the back, opened a door to a mechanical room, with me close behind. He took the flashlight from my hand, set it on a shelf so it cast off enough light to see by, closed the door, then sat down on a metal folding chair. “Want a beer?” he asked. I nodded, he fished one out of a cooler in the corner, popped one open for himself and took a long swig. “Jesus that’s good. You smoke?” he asked. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I replied. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m talking about weed. That generator is toast, so my night is done. Time to get buzzed and lit - you want to join me?” A few minutes later we were sharing a smoke, emptying a fresh can of beer, and swapping stories. “You from around here?” he asked. I told him I was from out of town and staying in a motel about 20 miles away and had just come for the carnival. His name was Zeke, he and his brother Isaiah were the equipment maintenance guys and had been with the carnival since they got out of high school. Then he added a twist that made my dick hard and my need to get fucked zoom right to the surface, “This job may not pay a whole lot, but we got a roof over our heads - such as it is - travel here and there, I can drink my beer and smoke my weed pretty much all damn day and there’s an endless supply of new ass. Trust me, that’s a mighty good thing since both Isaiah and I are constantly horny.” I was still trying to figure out if he meant ass in the broader “straight man talking about girl pussy” sense or if he meant ass ass - like man ass. That thought process was interrupted as he handed me the joint, stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long, thick, uncut dick, fluffed his balls, and I about choked to death as I inhaled just a bit too quickly. Zeke stepped towards the back wall of the small room, leaned forward and steadied himself with his left hand on the wall in front of him, spread his legs apart and let a stream of hot piss hit the back and trickle down, creating a dark puddle that slowly seeped into the wood floor. I exhaled my latest hit of the joint as Zeke turned, ran his right hand around the dripping head of his dick, then lifted it to his mouth and licked the drops off. He smiled, stepped over to me and dropped his pants to the floor, his dick so close and said, “Want to taste it? I seen you staring at my dick.” I held up the blunt for him to take, leaned forward, set my hands on the sides of his hips and started slurping on that hot daddy dick like there was no tomorrow. “Suck that shit,” Zeke ordered, “Taste that good daddy dick. That’s some real man dick there. You trying to swallow my load or how about I feed it up your ass?” I moaned at that and shifted and Zeke laughed, “Oh yeah smoke that daddy dick, smoke it up. Good boy. Here - take this and smoke this weed a bit while I get a taste of that ass. I’m a supreme assologist.” I stood up, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, took the weed, leaned forward and moaned as Zeke buried his face in my hole and started lapping, slurping, tonguing my ass. The deeper the smoke went into my lungs, the deeper Zeke’s tongue went up my ass and I started grinding my hips back as it felt so fucking good. Zeke paused, I was holding a hit, when I almost dropped it and cried out in pain. He had taken advantage of my distracted state to stand up, grab my hips, and push his raw dick into my hole. “JUST RELAX, HIT THAT WEED AGAIN,” ZEKE SAID. “NO, NO,” I HALF-HEARTEDLY REPLIED. “YOU WANT THIS DICK DON’T YOU?” ZEKE ASKED, “I KNOW IT’S BIG, BUT I ALSO KNOW IT FEELS GOOD IN THAT ASS - FOR YOU AND FOR ME BOTH. GO ON, TAKE A BIG HIT - THAT’S IT - JESUS THAT HOLE JUST TOTALLY RELAXED AND YOU GOT ME NOW BOY - YOU GOT DADDY ALL THE WAY IN THAT ASS. TIME TO POUND IT OUT A BIT BEFORE I CUM.” It took me a sec to catch that last part, “Wait - no - no - please don’t cum in me,” I begged, yet I continued to push my ass back, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Zeke fucked me good. “I’M GONNA CUM…” ZEKE WARNED. “Please pull out, please don’t shoot in….” Zeke interrupted my objection like I was not even speaking, “GETTING READY TO BLOW AIDS COTTON CANDY UP THAT ASS - FEEL MY STICK COATING YOU UP? TWIRLING MY AIDS CUM CANDY? GOOD BOY FOR DADDY - YOU A GOOD BOY - TAKE DADDY’S CANDY. FUCK YEAH FILLING THAT ASS!!!” Zeke continued pumping like he had not shot a load in days. His dick finally slid from home, he turned me around, looked into my eyes, smiled, then tilted his head as he leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Thank you boy. I needed that.” Zeke whispered. I managed to ask, “Are you really? Did you...I’m NEG and…” Zeke sat down, his pants still around his ankles, his dick slick and shimmering in the flashlight’s glow, “Oh yeah, I coated that ass good with some AIDs nutt. Where’d that lighter go - ah! Nothing like a nice ass, good weed, hey pop me a beer. Let daddy fill this bladder back up, give you a good gut full of piss too.” The mechanical room was feeling awful stuffy and I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach realizing I had just taken a raw dick from someone I did not know, and he said he had AIDs to boot. Zeke patted his thigh, “Get over here. Get down there and suck on it a little. Taste that dirty nutt tang after a good fuck and fuck boy you was tight. Look at that - just thinking about giving you my candy is making my shit get hard again. Here - looks like you best take a few hits of this first. That’s it - some good weed makes it all better. Do what daddy says now, hit it - have another beer, then put this dick back in your mouth.” Zeke was right. The weed and beer helped and even though my mind - OK well a tiny, itsy, bitsy, spec of my mind screamed NO DON’T, I had to have that dick back in my mouth. I had been sucking him a few minutes when it seemed the taste changed. I leaned back, looked at the tip of his dick, and licked my lips at the amount of precum coming out. “Are you really POZ?” I asked. Zeke made a weird facial expression, “Don’t really matter now does it boy? But yes. I am. Toxic, POZ, AIDs bug, raw freak, dirty fucker now stand up and bend over so daddy can punish that ass some more for asking too damn many questions. You got to learn to lighten up, fucking live a little, and that sweet ass is too good to keep to yourself.” Another POZ load up my ass and I was following Zeke across to the far side of the fair grounds where the carnie workers had their trailers parked. I was pretty buzzed and really shouldn’t drive and Zeke offered to let me crash at his place - and said we could keep smoking and drinking. We wound our way through a few rows of RVs, hitch campers, and headed towards a medium sized tow camper hooked up to a beat up brown and white pickup that was parked off to the side from the rest, under a lone parking lot light. I could hear the muffled noise of a TV playing, saw the shifting light of the picture screen through the dingy curtains, and smelled the stench of weed emanating from the tin box. I smiled, yeah no wonder Zeke parked off to the side. Zeke opened the door, stepped in, and I followed, only to be hit by a wave of man funk and thick smoke. “Close the fucking door!” a voice bellowed. I snapped the door shut, Zeke shifted to the side and waved towards the middle of the camper, “This is Isaiah, my little brother.” The shock must have shown on my face as Isaiah looked nothing like Zeke. He was a lot taller, thicker, with long wild hair and a ZZ Top style beard. When he stood up from behind the small inset table, he took up half the fucking camper. My eyes followed his beard/chest hair trail down, across his heavy stomach and then rested on his horse dick, half hidden in a bushel of pubic hair. “Figured you’d be up and wouldn’t mind if I brought us home a little company,” Zeke said. Isaiah set the joint he was smoking down in a filled ashtray on the table, took a long swig from a bottle of beer, and just looked at me with a scowl. “Go on now,” Zeke pushed me a step forward, “He won’t bite - well he will, but not until he’s got that dick buried and you can’t run. He ain’t showered or nothing in about a week, so that dick cheese is ready to be harvested and he’s been saving it up for just such a special occasion.” Isaiah pulled his hair back away from his face with his left hand and looked down at me as I kneeled on the camper floor and reached out for his dick slowly like I was trying to slide a salmon away from a grizzly. I eased the long foreskin back and rolled it into a series of ridges behind his crusted, pale dick head. Zeke was right. There was enough cheese that you could have slathered up some bread and hit the griddle. A tap on my right shoulder, “Here, once you get it mostly clean huff on these. Fresh bottle of Jungle Juice poppers - will clean that palette, make your hole ease open, and turn you into a total pig boy for your daddies.” I gagged, choked, swallowed and when I tried to pull off his growing horse dick Zeke stepped close behind as Isaiah held my head so I had no place, and way to run. Their bodies pressed tighter and I heard them moan and other sounds. Were they kissing? Christ that gives whole new meaning to brotherly love. I’m a damn good dick sucker and love a challenge, so I kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in the top of his pubic hair and my throat was convulsing around his shaft. I couldn’t breath, but knew that was OK and started to count in my head, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec,...I hit 27 before the brothers separated. I pulled back, gasping. Isaiah pulled me up, pushed me towards the back of the camper and as I lay on my back on the bed he tossed the bottle of poppers at me. I opened the cap, spilled some on my hand, sniffed them good and deep and pulled my legs back. I needed that big country dick up my ass - NOW! “POZ HIS HOLE MAN. I ALREADY DUMPED TWO LOADS OF MY AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY UP IN THERE AND HE WANTS IT - HE NEEDS IT - TOTAL NEG BUG CHASER!” Zeke said from behind his brother. Isaiah had my legs up so my ankles were hooked on his shoulders and he was slamming my ass as deep as he could go with no foreplay. The initial shock of his entry had quickly given way to a fucking fantasy fuck. Isaiah’s long hair fall down the sides of his face, framing his intense stare as he looked in my eyes with a serious, focused glare. I reached up and starting tugging at his nipples. His left upper lip curled, I twisted harder, and his lip now curled up enough to show teeth, as his breathing got louder. I had to have it all so I begged while I twisted his nipples as hard as I could, “FUCK ME. POZ ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS, PLEASE POZ ME.” My ass had never been so totally owned as it was right then. Isaiah pulled me a bit closer to the front of the bed, bent me over even more so he could hook his hands up behind my shoulders. I had never knowingly taken a POZ dick before his brother. I sure as hell had never begged for it. But there was some primal drive, some awakening in my soul, a realization of some new need, desire, to be owned, marked, taken, filled, and bred by any dick I came across no matter the consequences. Isaiah leaned down and started kissing me; his beard scratching my lips and face and he grunted, growled, and tongue bathed me. He picked up his dick pace and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but then he eased off, started doing slower strokes, which just made me crazy. “DON’T STOP!” I gasped. He then slammed hard and fast once more, my moans lost in his open mouth as we melded our spit. Again he eased off, slowed his strokes, which was not right - I needed that dick! OVER AND OVER ISAIAH FILLED ME DEEP THEN EASED BACK TO TEASE MY HOLE. MY BODY WAS QUIVERING AND MY ASS WAS SPASMING AND BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING I ARCHED MY BACK, ISAIAH SENSED THE CHANGE IN MY BODY AND SLAMMED IT HARD AND DEEP AS HE COULD, AND I STARTED TO SHOOT TWIZZLER LIKE STRANDS OF HOT CUM BETWEEN OUR TORSOS WITHOUT EVER HAVING JACKED MY DICK. THE CLENCHING OF MY HOLE ON HIS RAW DICK WAS ALL ISAIAH NEEDED, AND HE TOO STARTED TO GRUNT AS SPUN OUT HIS AIDS COTTON CANDY DEEP IN MY ASS. Once the draining of his charged load was complete, Isaiah pulled himself out and off me, gently shoved me to the side, crawled up on the backside of the bed and promptly started snoring. I gave him a look of indignation as Zeke laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s like that. Just needs a quick catnap is all. He’ll be back up in no time ready to go another round. In the meantime, come out here and smoke with me and while you hit this fresh roll let me stir his nutt around in your hole with my dick. That shit was hot as fuck!” That’s how the rest of the evening and night went - the two brothers taking turns sharing a joint, sharing a drink, sharing my ass and mouth. As I left their camper in the morning, Isaiah - who I learned was a man of few words but a whole lot of action - shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into my hands with a smile. Once I had made it to my car, I ironed the paper out on the car seat. It was a schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I'm kind of at a loss for words, but I'm feeling so many things now. my ass is still leaking cum and its sore to sit down, so let me start from the beginning this morning on my way into my summer job i pulled up grindr and got a message from a couple looking, 22 and 23. we swapped pics and they were hot as hell, both a year ahead of me at our university, both discreet and in fraternities. not really my type but i was craving dick and they wanted a bottom to use, so obviously we made plans to meet. we met up this afternoon at their place and they were both sweet talkers. they smoked me out a bit (green) and both asked me questions about school and my life and normal stuff. at one point i was so relaxed i was kind of just staring at one of them and all of a sudden the other one pulls me back into him and they both start taking my clothes off. aggressive and hot, I was into it. what happened next is kind of a hot and sweaty blur. somehow we ended up on a bed and i was sucking one dick while my ass was licked by the other. i love to deep throat and they had the perfect size dicks, both about 7 inches and the perfect size to fit my throat. both of them really enjoyed it. at one point fingers started going into me and i told one of them to get the poppers from my shorts pocket on the floor. while i was sucking one dick and getting lube slathered into me, i felt a finger then two go into me, so naturally i clench my sphincter and that drives him wild. i kind of remembered them mentioning condoms before we met but i felt a hot bare dick head on my hole and it got me excited. while i was deep throating one, i felt the other's raw dick head trying to push into me. i stopped and took a hit of poppers and then felt him push it all the way in. the unanticipated raw dick felt so fucking great, and the fact that they didn't even mention condoms once i was there was driving me wild and my dick was rock hard. i blew my load 5 minutes in but stayed hard, something that rarely happens. both took turns pumping their loads into me, mostly on my back while one fucked me and i sucked the other. i came two more times. after the fact we swapped more saliva and i was on my merry way. now its been a couple hours and i still feel their cum dribbling out of me and i just got their phone numbers in a grindr message. very excited for more

That's right, baby. That's where you came from...

Helping my brother get rid of his farmer tan by putting a thing on and taking up on the roof of our building as the sun is very strong.

Fucked some guy last night. He invited me over to hook up. When I fucked him, I felt his ass was loaded. Asked him how many he had. The bitch tried to lie, saying he was clean. Come on faggot, just admit you've been loaded before. I know a loaded hole when I fuck one. He must have understood I enjoyed wet pussies then, as he said he had 4 loads in him. Why be ashamed of admitting carrying semen in your pussy when you let other guys fuck you? I certainly would not complain! Was agreat fuck. He said another top would come and breed him later.

PART 6 it was still early and I just finished having my lunch. Still could not take off my mind how amazing Professor Ahmed's cock felt inside me. I could still feel my pussy wet from his cum. I'm starting to feel hot again. It's as if my pussy is telling me to go find some cock. I thought, I had to distract myself. Enough of this slurring around and enjoy the city for once. I learned that there's a local market 15 minutes walk only from campus and I decided to explore it. It's not in the tourist maps so most people who shop there are either locals or lost tourists or tourists in search of an "authentic" experience. The market street was narrow as expected and there were tons of people... a lot of things were being sold from fruits to spices to dresses even some jewelry ... I ended up buying myself some new clothes... learned how to haggle (even got up to 30% off the original price) I then ended up in the store selling some spices and herbs... it smelled very different and exotic to my untrained nose. The shop was tended to by this guy. Didn't find him attractive but he wasn't ugly as well. Let's just say he is average. This guy must be in his late 20s around 5'7 wasn't that fit but I could still see that he had some definition going on. He had a trimmed beard and a cute smile. I then approached his stall and asked about the spices. He spoke very little English but we kept on talking bout the spices anyway... I continued asking around and I noticed he couldn't get his eyes off my boobs... haha I forgot I was wearing revealing clothes oops. He seemed to noticed that I noticed and just smiled back and kept on talking in broken English... I asked how the spices tasted and what I can cook them with... I bit my lip every now and then and played with my hair. Shit why am I flirting with this stall attendant? He seemed to catch on to my game and asked me if I'd like to know more. I said "yes" and he asked me to come inside his stall... held me by the waist and led me to a door just behind him. We got into this room... it was basically a storage room... full of spices with just one light bulb. A little bit cramped and the smell of spices was strong. He then looked at me and kissed me... oh wow that was fast. He kissed me and licked my neck. He pulled down his shorts and I noticed he had no underwear, it was a 6 inch cut cock clean shaven as expected he held onto me pushed me against the wall with my back against him... he lifted my dress adjusted my underwear and fingered me. He was aggressive two fingers in and *plop that must have Professor Ahmed's cum. He smiled and called me a dirty girl. I was still facing against him and he then spat on his cock... and shoved his cock inside me. He shoved it in one go and I was caught by surprise... he was thicker than I expected... good thing my pussy gets wet easily and the cum from earlier helped too... he called me a "sharmuta" again and again (later found it it meant whore in Arabic) it didn't take long and within 5 minutes or so I could already hear him grunt. He came inside me and my pussy didn't close that fast ... as I felt some cum leak and started to leak into my thigh and legs... he then got out of the room as if nothing happened. I then fixed my dress made sure my hair was okay and then left the small room. When I got out he was back in his position as he tended his spices... he smiled at me and I just smiled back. Before I left his stall he grabbed my ass gave a good squeeze and then I was on my way shopping again. after buying a few more dresses and snacks. I felt this urge from inside... it was as if my pussy wanted more... I could feel the wet spot in my underwear and my pussy was tingling... it wanted cock. Well I tried to distract myself my looking into a few more stalls but the urge just got stronger and stronger... damn. I couldn't resist. I texted Hassan and asked him if we could hang out ... in a few minutes he replied he was out with friends but he was sure Khalid was home. He said I could drop by Khalid's place and he will just let Khalid know that I was on my way. Well I thought both are amazing fucks. I said "well... tell Khalid I'll be there in 20 minutes and send me his number too" within 20 minutes I was outside Khalid's flat... knocked on his door and Khalid opened it for me. Shit he looked even better than last time. Not sure if he actually became more handsome or is it just that I'm really horny today. He gave out this knowing smile and told me to come in. He asked me to make my self comfortable in the sofa as he grabbed some beers. After giving me a cold can of beer... Khalid asked me what brought me to his place (I guess he already knew why but wanted to hear it from me) ... I said "well... I just wanted to hang out. And then a put my hand on his lap" that was just what he needed and he held my face gently and kissed me. He removed his shirt and his slightly furry pecs were there for me to appreciate... I then kissed his neck and licked his body... played with his nipples and licked until I got to his navel... I unbuttoned his pants removed them and removed his underwear. His cock was gorgeous as usual... 8 inches and thick. I sucked on the cock head and I sucked up until the base... Khalid then undressed me and then removed my underwear... I was now lying on the sofa and he was on top of me... he spat on his dick and slowly fucked me. He leaned closer to me as he continued to fuck deeper into me and he said "you are wet, who fucked you today?" I said... while letting out moans in between "my professor... and this spice vendor" ... he reached closer to me and smelled my hair and licked my neck and said "oh you slut, that's why you smell different. Did you even get the spice vendor's name?" Oh shit I didn't even get his name. I said "Uhm... no" he continued to fuck me and he was now grunting as he held my hips... he then let own this loud moan and he came inside me... I felt his cock pulsate inside me... I throbbed as his cum gushed into my vagina. He then slowly slipped out and kissed me again... he looked into my eyes and said "could I fuck you in the ass?" O.o I'm an anal virgin. But I should have seen this happening. I've heard Arabs wanted it in the ass too and I then thought. Who better to pop my anal cherry than this Arab god? I told Khalid... "well I've never been fucked in the ass before, do you promise to be careful?" Khalid just smirked and said "okay, I will" (he must be pretty happy with himself to be the one to break a young girls anal cherry.) he then repositioned me doggy style as he reached down into my ass and spat on his cock and finger... he slid in a finger and oh wow this is an entirely different feeling. It wasn't painful or anything but it felt like he was tickling my ass from the inside. He then slipped in a second finger... he fingered me for a few more seconds and then rubbed his cock against my ass... he then tried to push it in but my ass was still too tight... he tried harder and then *plop this searing pain hit me as his huge cock head entered my ass... I yelped and asked if he had some lube and he said "no, spit is enough" it was really painful and I thought I was gonna faint.. he then slowly pushed deeper into my ass and then finally he bottomed out. He left out this soft moan and then he started to pump into me... pulling his dick halfway out then pushing it all back in... my ass was finally able to adjust and it felt really full... I thought I was gonna shit or something. A few moments later he slipped in a finger into my pussy as well and the it made it all better... now the dick in my ass started to feel good and my pussy was getting wet again... the sensation of anal sex is different but now I can see its appeal... Khalid continued to fuck my ass and I heard the door open. I thought this must be Hassan... but I heard more footsteps... I'm sure there's more than 1 person who entered... I looked over my back and there I saw Hassan smiling and starting to undress and 2 other guys smiling as well. Hassan while undressing introduced his friends (well I'm glad we didn't get rid of pleasantries in this rather unusual first meeting) Hassan introduced Rafiq, and he was 5'7 and looked to be in his early twenties. He had a clean shaven face and had a slim yet toned build. Then there's Mohammed he also looked to be in his early twenties... he was 5'8 or so had a more muscular build and had a well trimmed beard. Both guys are handsome... definitely my type. Both were just smiling as they watched me get fucked by Khalid. Khalid looked behind and said "Hassan, I see you brought with you some friends" Hassan replied "well i thought... Jessica would not mind as he left out this small laugh" khalid then asked me "so Jessica... do you mind Rafiq and Mohammed joining us?" To which I replied as I moaned and enjoyed Khalid's cock "uh .. ah.. ah.. oh... uh.. Uhm... No... uh ... they are welcome to join" Hassan was by then in front of me with his hard cock... I sucked on it as Khalid continued to fuck my ass... I gladly lapped up on Hassan's cock and was slurping all over. While I was being fucked... Khalid was more conversational as I moaned... Khalid told Hassan "you know our friend here is more of a slut than we thought... she arrived here already having the cum of her professor and of a spice vendor" ... I heard the 2 new guys laugh as they started to undress... Hassan then replied "is this true?" ... all I could say was a soft "yes" in between my moans. Hassan then pulled his cock out of my mouth and said eh wanted to fuck me... Khalid and I have way and Hassan was now lying on the sofa ... he 8 inch cock standing straight and I guided it into my wet pussy while Khalid was still in my ass... Hassan gave out a soft moan as he bottomed out. Shit it felt real good. Both holes are now stretched to their limits as both guys were now completely inside me... I then opened my eyes and saw that Rafiq and Mohammed are already in front of me... naked. Rafiq had a very toned build and to my surprise a hairless chest... while Mohammed was more built and more hairy... he chest was covered in hair and his abs were covered in hair as well. Then I saw their huge cocks... Rafiq had a 7 inch cock but it was thick like real thick... thicker than Hassan's and Mohammed had a more average cock... it was 6 inches but very thick as well... I then reached out to their cocks as I was being fucked by both Hassan and Khalid... I sucked on Rafiq's cock slurped on it and he let out this moan... I then transferred my attention to Mohammed's cock... deep throated it which I think caught him by surprise... I gave it my all... I played with his shaft using my tongue as his cock head was hitting my throat. Khalid then started to hump faster and with more force... oh shit... I felt myself cumming... my pussy started to twitch and it got even wetter... I yelped and gave out this loud moan as I felt my boobs while giving in to the pleasure... Khalid then reached his limit and came in my ass as he let out this loud grunt... he then slipped out of my ass and Rafiq replaced him... oh boy his cock is thicker than khalid's I hope I can take it. He spat on his cock... and then slowly entered me... he must felt really good as all I can hear from him was moaning and grunting... he spoke in Arabic to Mohammed and Mohammed replied back in Arabic... I couldn't understand them but I felt used and it felt so nice... I now focused my attention on Mohammed's cock continued to slurp on it... He was moaning as well... Hassan was now fondling my boobs and twisting my nipples as he fucked me. He then gave out this loud moan and then I felt it... his dick pulsating inside me... rafiq was now kissing me on the neck and then on my lips as I continued to ride both him and Hassan who was in the middle of an orgasm. Hassan Then slowly pulled out and said something to Rafiq in Arabic. Rafiq seemed to like what he heard I could literally feel the joy in his voice as he replied to Hassan. Hassan was now completely out of my pussy and it felt empty ... I wanted dick in it! It was now really slick and wet full of cum and pussy juice... Rafiq seemed to hear my wishes and then pulled out of my ass replaced Hassan underneath me... he then slowly pushed into my sloppy pussy... I heard him say something in heavily accented English "nice. Your pussy warm and wer" I then felt happy of his compliment and said in response as I was enjoying his thick cock penetrating me... "I like your thick cock more. Fuck me" Khalid and Hassan were now not in the living room anymore.. must have grabbed a beer or took a shower... I was still sucking on Mohammed and then he slowly pulled out... he positioned himself behind me... he then rubbed his cock against my ass and he was panting and grunting like a wild dog... we were heavily sweating by now... Rafiq fondled my boobs and sucked on one of them... Rafiq seemed to love it a lot. Mohammed then spat on his cock... and just before I thought he'd be fucking me in the ass... he redirected his thick cock to my pussy and without warning shoved his dick into my pussy in one go... shit that was painful... both these guys have the thickest cocks I have ever had... Mohammed now started to moan louder and blurted out some Arabic words every now and then as he fucked me ... both Mohammed and Rafiq's dicks felt great inside my pussy... both had an amazing rhythm and there cocks were gliding in and out of my sloppy pussy... now there cocks are covered by the cum of 4 guys and the thought of it made me hornier... Rafiq then started to grunt and moan more loudly shouted something and Arabic and started to cum... by then I started to feel that I was about to cum as well and asked Mohammed to fuck me more... Mohammed obliged and fucked me harder as Rafiq was still cumming inside me... I then heard Mohammed moaning and grunting I felt his cock throb and enlarge as he came inside me... by then I was just about to cum as well and then Rafiq played with my clit and that was it... it brought be to the edge and I shouted so loud like never before... it was heaven ... absolute ecstasy... I could feel my pussy releasing fluids and I thought I was pissing... both guys continued to fuck me as I was moaning in absolute joy. The orgasm seemed to not stop and then I blacked out in ecstasy. I woke up as the sun was just rising... I was now alone in the living room. I smelled of cum and saliva and sweat... the room smelled of sex. I can't remember what happened after that huge orgasm. I then looked at my pussy and it still wet with cum and I saw blood stains on the sofa... must be my ass. I was now alone and naked... where did the guys go?

Yes; this about sums up my attitude and approach as well.

two hours ago, in a gay cinema in Fugger Strasse, I was sitting there hoping for action during the lunch break. I noticed a rough looking, 50 something man eyeing me. when I passed him he grabbed my ass cheeck and he noticed I loved it. He then called out for a friend and out of another room a younger, muscular man came. They were Poles. the older dragged me over to a seat and made me kneel down and suck his cock, fat head! the other one got down behind me and started pulling my bike pants. I helped him and he started to feel me. then he got some lube and started to prepare my hole. I loved it, because these two guys were really going to town on my body. My head was pumping the older man, and then I had my ass lifted and I could feel a big cock between my ass cheek, He had problems getting the head inside, and it was painful, but I knew that as soon as I could feel his pubic hairs on my ass I would be in sub heaven, and he slowly got it all inside and I could feel his sweat and his breath when he started whispering Hure into my ear. he came quite quickly and when he pulled out I cvould feel the cum drip. he raised me up and made me sit on the older guy. I would have loved to have him blow my dick but he wanted me to clean his. The older guy was strong, he lifted me up and down like a rag doll and then I could feel him tense up and blow his load inside me. he lifted me up and made me clean his dick too. when they had left I discovered they had stolen my 10 euro note....

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Brother ask what are thous marks on my arm from. Should I tell him I spent 5 days at IML get slammed , fuck, fisted, and drinking a gallons of Chem piss.

Got off work today and went home to clean up before heading to a hotel about 20 miles away to meet a black couple that had sent me pics of their cock. They wanted to know if i wanted their faces but as soon as I'd seen their cocks I knew I had to have those monsters inside me. It was a hotel with the room doors outside, cars were driving by not far away, but they had put a blindfold on the door handle with the instructions to come in after I'd stripped naked outside. As soon as I dropped my clothes on the floor I felt hands on my ass and one guy started probing me with his fingers. They pushed me down on the bed and I reached blindly for a cock and felt this huge swinging monster that I started trying to gobble down. All I could think was that this was going to go in my ass and leaving my hole gaping wide lol. The other guy rimmed me and did a fantastic job. Then I felt him working his fingers and lube into me until he had 4 fingers of me. I felt the bed move as one of them handed me poppers and i felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I don't know what poppers they had but my head exploded and I had to have that cock inside me so I pushed against him hard so it was almost like he rammed it up my ass. It hurt but I didn't care and took more poppers as he began to fuck me. He fucked me for a good while while his partner was telling him to fuck that white slut and then he grunted hard and I could feel him sliding easier in me and knew he'd given me a big load. They switched places and I did my best to wrap my lips around his thick cock while his partner gave me more poppers and got behind me to slide into me. Before I left I had 3 big loads in my ass and a promise to call me the next time they were in town.

Young John shoots some liquid in my butt. It's cold and, very quickly, I definitely feel different that I did with the mule kick in the head of the T. I'm spinning but what's left of me wants John in me. He's busy slamming Young John in his dick. He's holding onto the kids shaft and pumps the whole vial in him. The kids was leaning next to the bed, suddenly he flops back disappearing under the sling hanging over the bed. I hear him under me moaning fuck, fuck, fuck. "You're okay, kiddo," soothes John. As I hear the kid flopping about underneath me I watch as well as I can Old John shooting up. He's found a vein on his forearm and unloads, starting to breath very rapidly when he pulls the needle out of his arm. He's lifted his arm in the air and pulling on his skin to make the drug flow faster into the rest of his body. And what a body! The veins I hadn't notice much before seem to pop all over his torso, his neck, his biceps, his chest, even his face. He's transformed from a handsome older stud to something most menacing and seductive. I can't imagine how much he's given himself but soon he is hyperventilating, steadying himself on one of the sling's chains. "Fuck, yeah, frat boy, ready to get knocked up with daddy seed." I'm feeling his chest as he straddles between my legs, his huge hose pushing hard into my balls. "Fuck yeah, Sir. I'm ready." "How ready, boy?" "I need you in me so bad. Please load my hole." "Load it with what, boy?" "With your toxic spooge." His dick is dripping in anticipation and he buries it in me without ceremony. Just slips it in up to its hilt. He's on fire and tearing into my chute with his girth and length. There's nothing sensitive or kind in his thrusts. His pupils are dilated and he looks at me with demonic desire. It's incredible and painful and pleasurable all at once. I don't know where Johnny is but I hear Old John tell him, "that's right, boy, lick daddy's balls. Suck 'em up, fucker. Give daddy's hole a little bath while you're there. That's it. Deeper, fucker. Let me feel your tongue..." John makes guttural noises deep in his throat. He's possessed and it makes me bounce on his cock as much as I can in the sling. John reaches between my legs and start beating me off. I'm sweating like a pig and so is he. He's rocking inside me and ever so often cracks my ass hard, and I thank him every time. He pinches my nipples painfully, and it makes my dick drip in his hand. "You ready for daddy's first load, son?" I'm staring into his eyes, which have darkened and reddened. His pupils have fully taken over. His expression is pure lust. Snot drips from his nostrils. He licks his lips, takes some into mouth and spit a gob at me, which hits my lips. I stare in his eyes licking it up. That cues him to begin a rapid fire assault on my ass. I feel him swelling larger then ever. Beneath the sling I hear, "Breed him, daddy. Fuck him up!" He explodes with three enormous thrusts, holds my thighs each time letting me feel the full enormity of his erection. I swear I feel his cock head double in size, lubing my chute deep on each plunge. I cum, too, right in his hand, on his final thrust. I shoot over my head. A second squirts in my face. And with a tight closed fist, he gets a third drool from my cock head, dripping off his fingers. He's polishing my head, not letting my orgasm go. I writhe in pleasure-pain in his callused palm. At the point I can't take any more sensation he says, "Good boy," lifting his fingers up to my mouth. I greedily lick my cum off them and suck on his fingers till they're clean. I still don't see Johnny but seeing John's face I figure his dick being sucked. "That's right, son, clean daddy up." John ducks under the sling and I hear them tenderly making love. "Get College out of the sling, boy, so he can join us." Johnny pops up and unbinds my legs then wrists. He doesn't show any resentment. If he's feeling like I am I only want to get down and roll around with both of them. I slowly get my balance back while Johnny takes the sling off the eye hooks and joins me and Old John on the bed. There bodies are such a contrast. The kid is almost completely smooth, hairless arms, smooth legs, only a tuft of brown pubes that are as soft as mink, whereas the older man is rock solid, coarse hair up to his shoulders with some falling over his back spreading out over his lats. I'm crawling down to where I can suck on John's cock and he plays with mine. Johnny I can feel is playing with my hole, and before I realize it has buried it inside me, humping gently as the three of us tenderly use six hands, three mouths, an assortment of dicks and holes that become indistinguishable in a mash up of sensations that has never been as pleasurable. Far off I hear Gary outside calling to Dwayne to string up the deer, then a chainsaw buzzes a million miles away. It's the camp as background noise. It's comforting and enveloping me in darkness. Johnny finishes fucking me. Nothing earth-shattering, but calm like he's finishing a cup of tea. He shutters a bit, pulls out and I feel empty. His tongue is lapping at my butt and as I turn around he's at my mouth feeding me what he's felched out. We kiss for a long time, the cum going back and forth between us, John petting our heads. We break our kiss and start worshiping the older man's body. Both of us are at his nipple kneading and sucking them, our hands exploring his rich pelt of body hair, rewarded at every turn by a kiss, a slap on the ass, a tweak of our tits, and of course his cock getting harder and harder. We're at his feet, licking the dirt from between his toes, taking several toes at a time in our mouths. I watch Johnny take a slab of grease and slather Old John's foot, then climb on his old man's leg and slide his ass down on the wiggling toes. I want to know the feeling of this, too, so I slather John's other foot and climb over his hairy legs and feel his sharp toenails dig into my hole. It's incredible this rush of feeling once his toes are inside. So different than Johnny's fist. Wide, solid, rough. Completely different in form from a hand. Right after the toes Old John's callused foot falls deep inside me. I'm completely taken in lust and simply hump his foot like a whore. Johnny lost too. He's fallen on his back and his old man's foot is sliding inside the kid's hole. There's no way my ass can take that turn but the sight of it doubles my horniness. I rut like an insatiable bitch on the man's hairy foot. Both Johnny and I are animals gorging on pure pleasure. Old John is enjoying our abandonment, jacking himself off, encouraging us, wiggling his toes inside of us to coax us on. Johnny leans over and holds my head. His tongue slips in my mouth and I reciprocate the passion. Whatever feeling was express earlier have washed away and now we are both gleefully pleasing ourselves, making out, jacking each other off, humping away on an enormous size thirteen foot. There some movement behind Johnny's head. I look past him at the open gingham-curtained window. A breeze is flapping it, and I see a stranger staring in. I stop humping Old John's foot. Johnny turns and follows my gaze, and then also stops. John looks at the window, kicks us off his feet and murmurs, mother fucker. He jumps off the bed. There's a commotion outside as we hear Dwayne and Gary tackle the man at the window. There's a boom as bodies are hitting the trailer. John is out of the room, naked, then the screen door slams as he flies outside. Johnny and I scramble around for underwear and then follow him. The man they've caught is exceptionally tall. I guess he would have to be if he were peering in the trailer window. Dwayne has his arms pinned and Gary is pummeling the guy mercilessly. "Hang on, Gare," says John. He grabs the guys hair and pulls up his face. "Where you from stranger? What're you doin' here?" The guys spits a bloody wad on the ground, smiles a sneer back at John. John takes his face in his hand, says, "I don't ask twice. You from round here?" The man gives John a hard stare and spits at John. "You fuckin' piece of shit. String up this mother fucker." John throws a hard gut punch and knocks the wind out of the guy. Where Dwayne had strung up the buck killed on their hunting trip, guts freshly spilled lie over the ground. Gary cuts the deer carcass loose and throws it over to the side. He and Dwayne pull the guy backwards. He's still reeling from the stomach punch and they easily loop his wrists and splay his arms apart anchored to two trees. "Tie his legs, too," orders John. The tall man kicks Dwayne in the head. Bad mistake. Dwayne takes the guy in a head lock and administers blow after blow to his head until the guy would have fallen to the ground, but stays upright tied by his arms. "I think I seen him at the river once," says Johnny. "I don't think he's from around here. He was talking to a couple of guys from the Grunewald camp." Gary and Dwayne have secured the guy's legs, while Johnny checks his pockets. "Ain't no wallet, but look." The kid holds out a plastic baggie filled with a hefty amount of large chunks of crystal. It sparkles like shards of glass. "That ain't mine," he says. "Jus' hopped in yer pocket, did it?" says Gary. "Skin him," says John. Gary and Dwayne bring out their hunting blades and slice the guy's checkered shirt off him, and then his jeans one leg at a time, till he's standing their stung up in just his underwear and boots. He's a skinny guy, thin arms and legs, flat nose and a receding hairline. "Who you work for?" John is up in his face. He's real quiet, almost whispering. "You best start talking while you still can talk." "Fuck you, faggot. I saw what you was doing to those hopped up boys. That little one don't look even legal." "I am too! Ain't I daddy," Johnny yells. John smiles the most chilling smile I've ever seen. "Johnny, get the garden clippers." The kid sprints over to a bench that has some scrawny pot plants on them, and grabs some garden clippers. "Can I?" Johnny begs. John nods. Johnny cuts one side of the man's underwear off, and then the other. The white underwear falls in the puddle of deer blood. I watch the blood seep into the white fabric. The man stands there naked, shriveled up, trying not to quake in his boots. Johnny puts the clippers in the guys face. Snip, snip, he says gesturing to the guy's puny dick. "Wait, hold on. I can pay, pay lots." Whatever bravado he was trying to maintain is long gone. I think he's willing to take a beating, at least I think he's hoping that's what he'll get from these guys. "I heard you had good shit. I can make you tons of coin. I have connections in New York. I've got cash back in the car. Just let me get it. You can go with me, take it all." There's a long pause. It's a frightening scene and I don't know where it's headed. Gary and Dwayne are fully dressed in camouflaged hunting gear holding their hunting knives, Old John is stark naked from head to foot, Johnny and I are barefoot in our underwear. There is a small trickle of pee running down the guy's leg into his sock and boot. His white sock turns yellow. I look over at John's feet. The grease has caked them with dirt. I don't know why but in the silence I'm locked onto his feet. I can't look at the guy's face. I can hear him crying and scared, and I think he thinks they're going to kill him. The silence is too intense. I look up. "Please," I see the guy mouths. A bubble of spit bursts over his bleeding lip. A little bloody drool hangs from his teeth. It jiggles as he shakes. The spittle catches on his chin. "Who told you we have good shit," says John, breaking the silence. "Shit you walked in n' stole." He doesn't sound like he's looking for answers but is laying out the crime. "And watched me foot fuck these two knuckleheads, probably tugging at your pud as you watched." He almost sounds friendly, joking, forgiving, like he'll let him go this one time. I don't know where in my fucked up brain it comes from, but I suddenly feel personally aggrieved by this stranger, and don't want him off the hook. I hear myself saying, "And he used a homophobic slur at you, daddy." "Fuckin' A, son," says John giving me a quick look married to a conspiratorial smile. He gives a very slight nod to Johnny. Johnny pulls the guy's dick out an inch and slices it off with the clippers. Fuck, I say under my breath. The tall man screams a bloody high-pitched cry. Elongated. Shrill. Inhales, and lets out an even louder bale as he looks down and see blood and piss running down his legs mixing into the deer entrails. He face is a mask of pain. I can't watch it. "He'll bleed out," I manage to say looking anywhere but at him. "The fuck cares," Gary spits. He goes over to a pile of logs and picks up the chainsaw. Pulls the cord and revs it up a couple of times. He walks behind the guy. The guy whips around to see what Gary's doing and screams out, NO! but Gary is already literally ripping the guy a new asshole. He revs the chainsaw and brings it up between the guy's legs. Flesh and a red spray flies from the guy and coats John with a thin red mist. The guy looks completely surprised and is suspended only for a few seconds in horror as, like the deer before him, his intestines, liver, pancreas, stomach and a sea of blood wash out between his legs. I shut my eyes but the image is still there. And I can't shut out the sound of all of his viscera falling to the ground. It sounds like pounds of jello slapping into the dirt. I take a quick peak at the carnage puddled around him. Deer entrails, his entrails mix together. I think the guy's dead but for a horrifying second he's fully conscious, staring at the ground beneath him, trying to understand what just happened. Part of his colon, a pale pink shred of tissue, is dangling out of his cavity. I see a shudder go through him, then his head falls with all his weight hanging by his arms. His knees buckle beneath him. Old John has a massive boner. It's bobbing up and down with a long string of pre-cum hanging off the tip. It drips and is absorbed into the dry earth. He looks at me and Johnny. "You two clowns get back inside. And get that fucking underwear off before I rip you both two new assholes!" He doesn't have to tell us twice. Dust flies from under our feet as we jet back inside the trailer. As we race down the hallway, Johnny's still holding the guy's dickhead between his fingers.

Hi all, this is my first story, based on real events from last night. I hope you enjoy! The Bi Virgin It was a Friday night and I had had a pretty long week at work, leaving me exhausted and horny as hell. On my way home, I stopped at a fast food joint to grab a bite to eat and popped up Grindr to see if there were any loads around that I could take. The usual old faces filled my cascade rather quickly. However, a pic-less profile sat right next to my picture. He had listed his stats: 28, 185 lb, 5’8”, neg, looking for bigger guys. As a larger cub, this piqued my interest. I popped up his chat and just as I was about to hit send, his message popped up: Him: Hey there! You are close. Me: Yeah man, just at X restaurant. How are you? Him: To be honest really horny. I am stuck in this hotel and really want to play. Me: MMMMM. Fucking hot man. I’m here horny as fuck. What r u into? Bottom or top? Him: So not really sure… I’m a virgin. Only jerked off a cock before. I think I’m a bottom though. I hesitated. I really wanted to take some loads tonight. But I also was boned at the idea of being the first cock to slide up this virgin’s ass. I could feel myself leaking in the restaurant. Suddenly my phone vibrated again and I noticed he sent me a face pic. He was fucking adorable! Shaggy blond hair, cool blue eyes, light scruff on a semi-baby face. I needed my cock in him soon. Me: Fuck man, you are hot. You are close, are you staying at the XXX hotel. It was the obvious choice. It was the only hotel within a mile. Him: Yeah man, wanna come over? Got lube and condoms in case it gets there? Me: Sure. I can be right over. Him: Room 228. I stopped at my car where I have a little first aid kit box repurposed as my sex go-bag (lube, silicon cock rings, condoms for those that insist, hand sanitizer… the basics I want with me at all times). I walked over to the hotel and was to his room in less than 5 minutes. He answered the door in basketball shorts and a tight lycra shirt. He was obviously tenting at the thought of being with another guy. After exchanging pleasantries, he began giggling nervously. I put my hand on his waist and pulled him close. I brushed my lips on his and then began to kiss him deeply. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with his nervous giggle. I began to rub his hard cock through his shorts. He let out a light gasp of pleasure. I let my hand wander under his elastic band. Damn, he had a thick cock. Hopefully one day he will use it to bred willing bottoms. “I have something I’ve always wanted to do with another guy… do you want to shower with me?” he asked. I could see in his eyes he really wanted to. “I’d like that a lot” I responded as I lifted his shirt over his head. I bent down to slide his shorts off, and on my way up gave his cock a nice little lick. He shivered. He then stripped me and led me to the hotel shower. After starting the water and getting the temperature just right, he turned and grabbed my hardening cock, stroking it and staring at it while licking his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down, and he got the message to get on his knees and suck it. As the water bounced off his back he let my hard cock slide deep into his throat. He was gentle as one expects from a fairly novice cocksucker, but it still felt damn good. He bobbed his head up and down on my cock, taking it deeper each time and sucking a little harder each time. Finally he took it a little too deep and found his limit. He gagged on my cock, which just made my cock jump harder and gag him more. He stood up still stroking my cock. Without saying a word he turned around and started rubbing my cock on his tight bubble butt. He traced my cock head into his crack and started rubbing my precum on his tight, puckered hole. That made him moan. However, as much as I wanted to thrust forward right then, I could see he was nervous and I also knew he was far too tight and I would tear him. “Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked. “No, at least, I don’t this so. I’m not 100 percent sure what it is,” he responded. With that I switched spots so the water was to my back (this isn’t my first shower rodeo and I don’t feel like drowning while eating ass) and bent him slightly, spreading his cheeks. His pucker looked so tight. I pushed my face into his ass, darting my tongue in and out of his hole, sucking a bit on the pucker, digging my tongue deeper each time. He let out an amazing moan that made my cock jump. I backed away to admire his growing pucker. I rubbed it with a finger and using my spit as lube slid it in deep. More moans came from him, and I got even harder knowing I’m the first guy to explore this virgin ass. I went back to rimming him more, getting more of my saliva in his hole and getting deeper with my tongue. His ass tasted so good. This time, when I pulled back, I tried getting two fingers in. It was still tight, but luckily I put my little pack next to the shower. I grabbed the lube and slid both fingers in. His ass took them deep and squeezed hard. Fuck, it was tight. All I could think about is how much I wanted to breed this tight hole. I stood up and started to rubbed my cock on his loosened hole. “Please fuck me,” he begged as he ground his ass on my cock. He grabbed it an lined my head up with his pucker. I felt him lean back, and the tip started to enter. Not wanting a freaking-out virgin on my hands after, I asked, “Yeah you want my cock? Do you want it wrapped or raw?” He paused but continued to grind his ass on my cock. Finally, he moaned out the single word I really wanted to hear. “Raw.” With that permission, I slowly pushed forward. His hole was so fucking tight, and slowly I got my whole cock head into his hole. It felt so good. He tensed up. “Breathe,” I coached, “Just breathe, it will feel really good.” He began to relax and slowly I continued to slide my cock into his virgin hole, every inch feeling good in his unused tight ass. Finally, I got all 7 inches in him and felt him grind on my pelvis. I slowly withdrew and then slowly slid my cock back him. He let out an animalistic and unconscious moan of pleasure. His tight hole was milking me and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I picked up the pace of my strokes, and I could feel his tight ass loosening. It felt so good to be breaking in a future bottom slut. After a few minutes, his tight hole got the best of me. I was close. “I want to bred you, boy.” He panted, “Yes, yes, please, I want this. I really want your cum.” That pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and my load flooded his guts. I was washed over with a feeling of pride knowing my DNA was the first to be bred into him ever. He was panting and stood up. He had a huge smile on his face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you man. I never thought I would do that. I fucking loved it.” After that we finished up in the shower actually showering. He let me know he was in town a few more days so we exchanged numbers. Let see if he wants a second load. No matter what though, I’m glad I could welcome a nervous bi boy into the club of being a slutty bareback bottom.

When I first started getting fucked I didn't much care about retaining the load up my ass. That was pre-HIV. After I converted to sero-positive, orally, as it happened, I suddenly found that having a man's load up in me was very exciting. If I was at the baths I'd let it run down the inside of my legs. It pays to advertise. If I was working the glory holes, I'd drive home from the bookstore or the theater where I'd gotten bred trying to hold it in. If I filled my pants with cum I found that very sensual, but I always hoped to keep it until I could squirt it out onto a mirror. That way I could watch it emerge. Sometimes I was amazed at how much even a single load would be. Some of those guys must have been waiting a long time to have a butt presented to them at the glory hole. I would examine it, smell it, then either slide it into a device with a plunger to return it to my cum hole, or I'd lick it off the mirror. Either way I enjoyed the hell out of every one of those loads.

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 2) I started sucking the second dick in my inexperienced life and felt a bit odd, doing that. Come on - I knelt under a table at a club; I met my Mr. Perfect maybe half an hour ago and now I was sucking the cock of one of his best friends already. Okay…. sucking was not real sex in the eyes of those guys. I considered it as sex before I knew my love, but Josh taught me, it is only foreplay and this would not count. I am happy Josh explains me this stuff, since I am still a virgin to this concept. The cock was not as big as Josh’s dick. No one could compare with his 10 inch dick. I tried to follow their conversations, but after a while it was dull for me, since they seemed to talk about only the hot young guys they wanted to breed and seed, to make them part of the team? I swirled my tongue around the guys piss slit and he moaned excessively. “The bitch is cleaning my piss slit” he announced and I heard some noise like they high-fived each other. Since I was so busy sucking dick, I was not really capable following the conversation. “Look at this bitch - didn’t you breed him 2 months ago – still doing fine…. eh?” someone said. Another one replied, that the job hasn’t been done properly and that maybe another approach should be necessary. “I could bang the little slut and destroy his cunt forever” a third voice said. It sounded like Josh, but I was not sure anymore. They continued talking about the guys in the club and then Josh stood up from the table. He left me alone with his friends? I was alarmed and felt left behind in a way. But then I told to myself, he might just need to take a piss and so I calmed down again. Then the storyline from before entered my mind again. About the slut, that had been bred before. Was Josh really the one, who would try it again? That was not possible. He even told his friends, that I was his boyfriend. “Where did Josh go?” I asked with a timid little voice. “Shut up and suck my cock, you bitch - or do you want us to tell Josh, that you are neglecting us?” the one I gave a blow job replied. Of course I didn’t want to annoy Josh and so I went on sucking the guy’s cock deep into my mouth. I even tried to deep-throat him, but this still made me gag a little. The guy was nice enough not to notice. I guess I did a good job, because shortly after my question the guy hissed he would come any minute now. “Keep on sucking me slut. Don’t forget to suck it all down your throat and directly into your tummy you cock slurping whore” he added. I prepared for another hot load and I was not disappointed. I received a big load of cum. He splashed at least eight or nine times in my mouth and I swallowed all, like I promised Josh. It felt like the guy was satisfied with my work. “Are you an obedient cunt and do you continue sucking, or do you want to disappoint your boyfriend again?” another voice asked me. I rushed to the next crotch and opened his pants and his belt. It was a good feeling, because this time it didn’t take me so long to unwrap the dick. I was a fast learner and I was sure Josh would have been proud of me, sucking his second best friend’s cock. This guy seemed to be a bit dirty. I was overwhelmed by the stench coming out of his cock cage. For the first time in my life I saw an uncut cock and I was in a maze. How should I satisfy him? I started moving the foreskin forth and back. The stench was even more extreme then, and it was all because of the dick cheese on his helmet. “Come on…. don’t be shy and clean my cock before giving me a blow job” the guy suggested. For a moment I felt like I would be sick, but I knew Josh would never forgive me, if I rejected his friend, because of his cheesy helmet. So I extended my tongue and tried to lap the cock cheese away. Meanwhile the guys chatted along at the table. There were no encouraging words for me. I was on my own during this challenge. I had to apply more pressure with my tongue to suck and nibble the cock cheese away. “Not again MC…. are you feeding him your dirty cock? You are such a horny perv….” a voice commented. They guys burst out in a laughter, although it was not funny for me. Not funny at all! Nevertheless I suckled more and more of his huge member into my tiny mouth, trying to satisfy another of Josh’s friends. While I did my duty, I heard someone approach our table again. When I saw the shoes and the jeans with the huge bulge I knew it was my lover. My heart missed a beat knowing, he came back to me. There was a commotion at the table. I couldn’t understand everything, but they seemed to celebrate something. It would be so much nicer if I could sit next to my extremely hot boyfriend, instead of sucking a dick under the table of a club. “Maybe this time the bitch gets it" someone said. The guys seemed to be very excited, because suddenly the cock in my mouth spew thick layers of macho cum straight into my gullet. “Hey Mitch – still busy sucking the fuck slime out of someone else?” this time I didn’t even care if he called me Mitch by accident. I crawled between his legs and answered, that I would be there for him. “Open my fucking pants again. I was on the loo and need some cleaning baby” he chuckled. As my fingers ran along his cock cage, I felt the mighty shaft, still hard and horny for me and lurking for my attention. After enjoying the feeling of his huge cock through his fabric, I opened his pants and was a bit shocked. “Josh!” I exclaimed. “What?” he answered. I told him he must have been hurt. I could clearly see streaks of blood along his shaft. But he answered me this happened on the loo. *Everybody at the table laughed* He hit another thing with his cock. I shouldn’t be worried, this would happened a lot of times, since he was so big down there *Laughter again* He said the bleeding had stopped and dried already, but he needed my assistance in cleaning him up urgently. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and licked along his shaft to clean him up from the bloody streaks. The cock tasted somehow differently than before. It was more than just the taste of blood, but I couldn’t name it. I was thoroughly cleaning his dick up and the streaks disappeared more and more. “Stop licking my shaft now, and start sucking my monster cock clean – I want to be clean when I hit another thing accidently.” he moaned. *More laughter of his friends* The strange taste increased with his dick deeply imbedded in my mouth, and still I had never tasted it before. I knew the smell…. but I couldn’t connect to the experience I obviously made before in my life. The guys heard me gagging under the table, but encouraged me to clean Josh’s dick spotlessly. In the end I didn’t want Josh get a bad reputation because of this and so I made his dick as good as new. Isn’t that, what love is all about…. ?

Oh yes. I have done this a few times. I never ask the guy who is controlling to set any standards. Just send whoever he wants me to take. The best time was I let a top in a completely different state send guys over while I was blindfolded and he watched on skype. He sent me 7 breeding tops and to this day I don't know anything about them.

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

I've been slamming Tina for about a year now and ive never felt like such a cockslut. I love it; there's only one issue- I've never been fucked after I slam. I spend 12-14 hours watching porn with big white alpha cock, in awe of an endless supply of images but I can never seem to find a guy willing to follow through and fuck me. I ache for my hole to be filled, but in the moment, I'm pretty satisfied staring at giant cocks on tumblr. I need more. I can't keep wasting this cockwhore state I get into when I have Tina coursing thru my veins. I worship cock as a god, now I must kneel at the alter. I need to feel the hot flesh of a hard cock; smell the musky testosterone of an alphas bull balls; offer my hole up to my god and take its seed. I clear a week, mix up 3 rigs (.4 and 2 .3's) and head towards the rest area where I plan to make myself available to any and all cocks on the grimy piss soaked floor of the bathroom. In the past I've been afraid of being reported, embarrassed or beat up for being such a faggot but I didn't care anymore. My arm is itching for a slam, my cock is hardening under my jock and loose sweatpants. I have a black tank top tightly fitted to my toned hairy torso. I debated shaving all my body hair off to attract more straight men but I want an alpha who looks past masculine and feminine and just sees a cocksucker that needs to be used. I keep my pubes from getting too unruly but my ass and thighs have a nice layer of fuzz. I park outside of the restrooms and hurry inside. Empty. I get in a stall and pull out the .4 from my knee high black socks and an alcohol wipe from my sweats. No tie off needed as I wipe my arm, take a few deep breaths and line my needle up and slowly slide into the vein on the inside of my elbow. I pull the plunger back and immediately see a red cloud in the chamber. Slowly I push the plunger back down, as I watch the chems enter my body I think about how uninhibited I will become. The plunger hits the bottom "here comes the fun" I whisper as I withdraw the needle and raise my arm up above my head. I cough three times and feel the warmth spread thru my body. "Oh fuck.. oh fuck!" I keep moaning as the wave of euphoria crashes into me. I rip my clothes off. I'm sitting on a dirty truck stop toilet in a jock strap and knee high socks tweaking my nipples and moaning. "Hail Sarah Palin, hail meth, hail COCK!" I chant over and over. My prayers are answered when I hear footsteps. I make sure my stall is unlocked and get on my knees in the corner behind the toilet.. my chest is heaving as he walks in. He's tall (alphas usually are) maybe 6'3. He wears loose fitting Levi's but it's clear they house thick tree trunks. His forearms are beefy and thick, covered in black hair that goes up to his exposed biceps. He's got a belly but it's firm like maybe he was a wrestler back in the day. His shaved head glisten in the light and his blue eyes barely acknowledged my presence. He pulls his pants down as he sits on the toilet giving me the perfect view and whiff off his beefy hairy ass. His tight pucker buried in fur. "You gonna just sit there and watch me shit or you gonna come suck my fat cock?" He said a little impatiently. I scrambled to get between his knees and immediately take his soft but fat dick into my mouth. "Fuck ya take care of a real mans cock. Get it hard". I begin to lovingly suck this studs cock while he relieves himself on the toilet. It's not long before he's flushing and his cock is hard as diamond and standing straight up at what has to be at least 8 inches with a 6 inch girth. I start sucking his sweaty hairy nutsack. His manly scent is making my delirious. I rub my face in his crotch trying to cover myself in his man musk. "Good faggot.. get masters scent". He's fucking my face when two sets of footsteps approach. I realize the stall is still unlocked but I can't tear myself away from this god cock. "Dad?" I hear. "Go back out with your mom, daddy needs to use the bathroom alone". The door opens to our hot scene while "daddy" is already stroking his fat cock. Master pulls me off and spins me around so I can service this daddy's cock. Not particularly attractive but he did have a nice fat beer can cock and some hairy low hangers. Before I knew it he was pressing my head down and shooting ropes of cum down my throat before pulling out to get a few shots across my face. He spits on me and leaves. I'm in heaven. "Get up boy, I'm taking you for a while." He grabs my clothes but pushes me out without letting me dress. I walk to his truck in my jock and socks knowing that anyone looking in my direction knows I'm about to get used by this big hairy alpha. He's putting the truck into gear when he tells me to start sucking his cock while he drives.. I don't where we're going but I don't care as I go back to work on masters hard cock.

When our father caught us in the act, my tongue deep inside my lil bro's delicious boyhole, I knew there were only two options left... ...to jump out of the window and run for my life... ...or to invite daddy to join the fun...

If you ask a guy "How Many?" then you obviously don't care if he has been fucked before. Guy's tend to tell you what they think you want to hear. If a guy ask if you are Neg, then probably he is Neg. If he ask if you are Poz he could be neg but chances are he is POZ. If you fuck a guy and you can tell there are a few loads in him and you keep fucking, then BOTH of you are into Multiple LOADS. !! Only Bad part of the story is when he said he was clean -- fuck yes I took a shower earlier. I hate that term, but it also is likely that he either thinks he is Neg or in a relationship and doesn't want to get caught. I am ALWAYS ready to bottom and take Loads. If a guy ask how many loads I have in my ass I will tell him a few but I stopped counting. If I am Fucking a CUMDUMP and he tells me none, I tell him to contact me when he has a few loads in him.

I would say scat or vomit but really the most sickening for me is bug chasing. Who really in serious life wants to be sick with infections that sap your energy and ruin your body, drain your financial resources and shorten your life? No one runs around saying "gee, I want the measles or strep throat or pneumonia" so why fixate on STD or worse, hepatitis? There is nothing gained in life by having any infectious disease. STI's should be regarded as hazards of the sport and treated as such but not something to be sought after. I work in health care and seeing people with these diseases all the time I can safely say the reality is nothing like the apparent fantasy guys have.

PART 4 After a few minutes the 3 of us finally caught our breaths and started to chill and talk. Khalid brought out some more beer and we watched some movie ... can't exactly remember what is was but likely it was Harry Potter 3... anyway... so Hassan started to fess up and say that it was actually his idea to have a threesome. Hassan: actually when you left, Khalid arrived within a couple of minutes. Me: yeah, I remember bumping into him in the corridor. I can't forget such a hot guy. Hahaha Khalid: when I got in, I told Hassan I saw this sexy girl in the corridor and he told me "yeah that's the girl I just fucked" I couldn't believe and told him to prove it to me. Hassan: I told him I could fuck you again and maybe he could join in if he wanted to. Well... you're not my girlfriend so I won't mind sharing you Me: well, you don't own me but I liked how things ended up. You know I've become more slutty since I got here in Egypt... fucking random guys and even taking it with no condom Hassan: Hahaha it is indeed better with no condom, I never fuck with condom. And don't worry if you get pregnant, I'll marry you or maybe Khalid will... you pick! Me: Haha let's not talk about marriage now... we just met (saying it in a slutty voice. I winked afterwards and patted his lap) Khalid: I actually did not believe Hassan until you arrived and saw you kissing him topless on my living room. I took it as a sign and joined in. by now both guys started to sound and act horny again. All this talk about sex is making the 3 of us horny again. I could see their cocks are already starting to harden behind their underwear. I put each of my hand on their bulges and started to rub against them. They both removed their underwear and I played with both cocks. God... these large shaved cocks are really a delight. I got myself off the sofa and Khalid and Hassan were now sitting next together. Both leaned back and rested their heads as I sucked both their cocks from one cock to another... I sucked one while playing with the other one then again and again... after a few minutes a could sense both were close... I asked them to stand and tried to take both their cocks at the same time in my mouth. It was hard and I only managed to get the heads inside but it still felt amazing. Khalid started to moan and cum on my face and within seconds Hassan followed. My face was covered in cum and it seems like I had a good dose of cum facial. They then rubbed their dicks on my face as I started to clean both their cocks. Oh... I fingered myself my cleaning them and then taste and smell of cum was too much for me. I had the biggest orgasms I think I ever had. I moaned and moaned as I cleaned their cocks. I could feel my pussy vibrate and the sloppy mess that's my pussy was wet as it could be. Oh fuck if my parents could see me right now I don't know what they'll say. We got cleaned up and showered afterwards. I was still doing my best to shut my pussy hard to keep their cum in me. We played a little in the shower, Khalid fondled my boobs I kiss them they kiss me back and kiss my neck but I think we were done with fucking and cumming for the day. We finally got changed and after a few minutes I excused myself. I told Hassan to give Khalid my number and that they will sure hear from me again. I told them I had a great time and they said they did as well (well.. I am sure they did!) i was now walking towards the Main Street from khalid's place to find a cab. I passed by the cafe where I first met Hassan and said I should chill for a bit. While walking I could feel that my pussy was starting to leak cum and it felt really wet... I am sure there's a huge wet spot in my undies. I finally got a seat in the cafe, ordered some coffee and took out a book that I haven't finished reading yet. A read a few pages and it was getting dark, as I was just deciding to leave... I saw two guys across me on another table (they didn't look like locals... not even Arab but I am sure also they're not Americans or Europeans. I couldn't quite put it... they seemed white but also not really sure bout it. Anyway... both guys looked liked tourists... more of the backpacker type... scruffy, lean and kind of hot and definitely my type. One of them caught me staring at them and smiled and winked. Oh shit I really should get this slutty side of me under control. The guys continued to talk and the one that caught me staring seemed to talk to his friend about me. They exchanged looks and I was there pretending to read my book, I could see that both were checking me out every now and then. After 10 minutes or so... both guys came over to my table and introduced themselves. Jacob, 23 (and If i guess it right... more or less 5'7. He is lean and fit and has a well trimmed beard) and David also 23. (Hmm... he is around 5'8 more built than Jacob and has a clean shaven face) anyway both guys spoke in an accent and I realized both were from Israel. The names and accent should have given it off. Both have gorgeous faces and are totally handsome. Awesome jaw lines... piercing eyes - Jacob had green eyes while David had light brown. They had amazing smiles and perfect teeth. Oh god. I was getting horny again (and yeah I know this should be about Arabs but you know... in life a cock is a cock and you don't always get the flavor that you most want). I could feel my pussy tingle as both introduced themselves and as I introduced myself. Both are apparently international students and are due to transfer to their dorms but they decided to arrive early to see the touristy side of Egypt and are currently booked in a hotel nearby. I told them that I'm a foreign student too and they just smiled and asked me how I've been. I told them the usual foreign student stuff and how busy I've been with docs and how much a leap of faith this graduate degree I'm embarking on. I kept out the slutty parts (didn't want to come off as too easy... well not yet haha) Both invited me to hang out back st their place and the slut in me immediately said yes. Ugh what am I getting myself into. I'm turning out to be such a whore. But I'm gonna enjoy this seems like I attract hot guys anyway. We ended up in the hotel where I met Rashid (oh boy what a coincidence... I was telling myself... really now!? I'm seeing a pattern... Khalid's place then hotel hahaha but this pattern seems to suite for me... more cocks!) as we got in the lobby... I saw Abdul (the bartender) we exchanged smiles and Jacob and David brought me to their room. Their room isn't as fancy as what Rashid had but this will do. What can I expect from 23 year olds anyway? So... Jacob offered me a drink and I chose to have some water.. (been having to much beer already) for the next few minutes we chatted a bit... learned that they've been in Egypt for a week and that both are college friends. The AC wasn't that good and we were all starting to sweat. David asked if he could remove his shirt and I said I didn't mind. And sure the hell I didn't... such amazing pecs. With some hair... a treasure trail and abs ... oh shit I'm in heaven!!! David seemed to enjoy showing off and I could barely keep my eyes off his body. I think both guys noticed and picked up that I was horny... David redirected the conversation and asked if I had any boy friend back home... I said "no, I'm actually enjoying the single life... no commitments and the occasional one night stands." I said that on purpose... I knew how this was gonna end I can't wait for their cocks to be in me. Both smiled and Jacob laughed a little and said "so would you mind fucking us?" I said "Uhm... obviously no! I've been horny the entire day... give it to me" oh shit I've been becoming more forward and I'm not even sure if Jacob was serious or not. Oh damn did I blow it? After a few seconds of silence ... Jacob removed his shirt... and right then and there... and amazingly lean yet toned body. He was more hairy than David but I don't mind body hair. I then moved over closer to them and I kissed David and gosh he is such an amazing kisser.. sensual and very romantic... he played with my hair as he kissed me and then I moved over to Jacob and kissed him as well... David started to undress me ... removed my shirt and bra and then fondled with my boobs as I continued kissing Jacob. I played with Jacob's furry chest while David was undressing... revealing his 7 inch cut cock... it was not very thick and was actually the perfect size for me. His pubic hair wasn't shaved unlike the Arabs but it was well trimmed. His armpit hair wasn't shaved as well but it was well kept and I liked how it looked. I then moved to David caressed his body and started to lick his penis. I played with the head and then the shaft and then licked his balls... it was musky and very manly didn't smell bad... just smelled right for a man. I then sucked his entire penis and he put his hands on my head and slowly guided me as he fucked my mouth. I then noticed that Jacob had undressed as well... he had a slightly shorter cock than David maybe 6-6.5 inches but it was fatter and just like David he wasn't shaved but trimmed. I then moved over to suck Jacob... I sucked him and I could taste his salty pre cum... I was positioned doggy style... Jacob in front and David behind... David caressed my ass and felt it... groped it. He then went for my pussy... played with my clit and slid a finger as I sucked Jacob. David must have noticed the extra wetness and as I slid off his fingers *plop a blob of cum followed it. He smiled and asked if I had already been fucked today. I said "yes, by two guys actually" both laughed and seemed to love that I was such a whore... David slid in 2 fingers and then 3... woah... it felt amazing. He then replaced his fingers with his cock and it just slid right in... his cock sliding through my wet sloppy pussy... he seemed to really like it... the wetness and how slick it is and how warm my body is. David moaned and moaned ... Jacob ask if we could fuck me too... the answer was obvious. They switched positions as I sucked David's slick cock while Jacob slid right inside me. Jacob was slightly more rough than David and he held me by the hips and fucked me hard... he was grunting and panting and we were all sweating now... I could feel sweat behind me as Jacob fucked me and I David's sweat was also hitting my face as I sucked him. It tasted salty and really nice... I played with David's balls as I sucked him... he seemed to be really close. David then asked me if they could double fuck me. I was new to this, never been DPd before but what the hell right... two studs in me?! Sure! I just moaned and left out a small yes. We then repositioned... I climbed above Jacob and leaned over him as David was about to enter me... I was worried since I haven't had Double and anal before... but I was surprised that instead of my ass... David was rubbing his cock against my pussy as well. Shit! Jacob is really thick and I don't I can handle another cock in my pussy... david spat on his dick and slid in a finger while Jacob was inside me... the thought of his finger being against Jacob's cock made me hornier... didn't think they'd be willing to do this. But what the hell. Jacob was still in me and lying still as David tried to enter me... and then... plop... his head got in and it was painful as hell. Shit! He then continued to slide into my pussy and then he bottomed out. Both were completely inside me. David then slowly started to find his rhythm and then Jacob soon followed afterwards. My vagina felt so full and slick and I felt so used and I loved it. Jacob was playing with my boobs as David was kissing and licking me on the back and on my neck. The breathing f both started to get heavier and I felt my pussy tingle and I started to feel it again... a big orgasm... shit! My pussy was now girating and moving on its own and the spasms must have pushed both of them to the edge as I was moaning... both started to heavily grunt and came inside me! They both have a loud growl as I was enjoying my own orgasm. David then slowly pulled out and then I removed myself from Jacob. I remembered to shut my pussy. Can't let cum go to waste. It should be where it's meant to be. In a pussy! I then asked David to lie on the bed beside Jacob... I then cleaned and licked both of their cocks clean. We were all spent and fell asleep. I woke up at maybe 6 in the morning... naked while Jacob and David were both naked as well... I took in my awesome view. I took a quick shower. Got dressed and before leaving I left them a note with my email and number in case they wanted to get in touch again.

I think you've described me 25 years from now! Already the TOTAL PIG though

I could get into this fella

I have to admit that I've gotten gono, clamydia and syphilis (not all at once). All cured with antibiotics and penicillin. I'm still enjoyed bareback sex a lot! Keep barebacking!

Part 3: Want Some MORE chocolate sprinkles? – Pay-to-Play for 25 inches of Pain: “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” Hot BBC nutt continued to run down my leg - the special family mix from both the ice cream man and his nephew. I groaned as the ice cream man jammed his fingers in my ass, used his nails to scratch at my hole, and then withdrew them before stuffing shards of Tina inside me. I was spinning pretty good when the back door opened up and the nephew stepped in followed by two huge guys who seemed like they could barely fit in the truck. The ice cream man stood up, licked the slime and crystal crust off his fingers, puffed on his cigar, then grabbed my chin with his right hand and said, “Tonight’s dinner special is Kobe Beef Steak - extra rare - the ‘all you can eat’ buffet version.” He then held up my black credit card and turned it side to side, “This is a special, off-menu delivery so will cost extra. These two bust heads for me for a living, and a few arms, legs, and skulls as needed. Tonight you get the privilege of funding some pay-to-play for my guys here who will be bringing 25 inches of pain. That’s right. 13 and long and 12 and wide - so which steak you trying to choke down first? Hell don’t really matter. Not your choice.” I shivered as a Tina rush coursed through me and my hormones blazed like a solar flare anticipating what was to come. The ice cream man set some baggies of Tina on the counter, grabbed his box of stash, looked at the two guys and gave his final instructions, “You got an hour to rape that ass, make that pussy gape and flap and swell. He’s a dick hungry fag slut, so no limits, and that hole is already primed - both with some nicca nutt and some of my good stash. You two think you can handle that? Aiight. We’ll be back in 60 and who knows - maybe he’ll add a tip!” It took a little swearing, adjusting, and ultimately they had to step out the back before the ice cream man and his nephew could leave. When the two drug enforcers stepped back in, the ice cream truck seemed to tilt, and the shadows darkened as they stood between me and the small light bulb on the ceiling that cast a pale glow. The rag in my mouth prevented me from talking, but I did my best mumble and rattled the chains on my arms to get their attention. They booth looked at me like I was an annoying pest. One of them sat down on the ice cream man’s milk crate and started to take off his boots. “What the fuck you doing?” the other one asked as he reached into the cooler, pulled out a popsicle and peeled the sticky paper back to expose a bright, orange frozen treat. “Getting comfortable - fuck - what you think? And what the fuck you doing?” The other guy just shrugged as he bit off a chunk of the Popsicle and chewed it, which sent a shiver up my spine. How can folks bite into something cold like that? They continued chatting back and forth and I was getting hornier and hornier so I rattled the chains again and spun back and forth a little. My ass needed some attention and now! The guy who sat down was now naked except for his boots that he had put back on. He grunted then growled as he stood back up and came over to me and slapped my face, “What the fuck? Sluts should be seen and not heard, now let me see that ass.” He stepped around and behind me then WHACK! Gave my ass a good smack. My body tensed, the chains shook, I mumbled into the mouth rag. WHACK! “HA - damn! Those white cheeks turn bright red just like that,” He said. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The other came over, “I say we bruise the fag up a bit first. Boss said no limits, but I gotta nutt soon as my balls are bursting and should be good for a couple. What do you think? In answer his friend continued to spank my cheeks - WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The guy in front just laughed, set the now remnants of the Popsicle and stick between his teeth and nursed it like a pacifier as he reached down, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them around his ankles. The angle prevented me from seeing his dick, but I could smell it and that man funk would have made my dick spring right up if it had not been for all the Tina now coursing through me. He stepped closer, smiled, pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth and with the last bits of orange treat left started to melt it across my nipples in little swirls. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The ass beating continued as my nipples started to get chewed and worked. I could feel his dick now. The head was tapping at my belly button as he jacked his shaft while he hummed and chewed first one nipple then the other. He paused and bit hard and I yelped and cried out into the rag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He bit down again and started to grind my nipple like a rock of Tina caught between a spoon and the counter. I was whimpering as he opened his mouth wider, taking in more of my flesh, yet always finding his way back to my nipple core. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “There we go - fuck yeah!” the guy behind me said. “Got some nice shades of deep red showing and my rings are leaving hot little purple gouges. Time to bruise that pussy up.” The massive chocolate stick punctured my ass ring and my body went rigid, the chains clanged and banged, my eyes watered up and the bile caught in my throat as the dewy rag would not let me force it out. The guy who had now chewed my nipples raw looked up, paused, laughed, “Yeah, shit stings don’t it? Most pussy tries to tap out as soon as he starts pushing it in, but that’s not an option for you. Here, let me coat them nostrils for you. Make you relax them ass lips so my man can get his thrust on.” The BBC behind me gripped my hips hard, dug his nails into my skin, and pushed his dick deeper into my slop filled hole, “FEEL THAT CUNT GET RIPPED AND SPLIT! WRECKIN IT OPEN ‘N DIGGIN THAT TUNNEL OUT!” The chains were rattling hard now as he started to slam fuck me, “THAT PUSSY HAVING A FIT! CONVULSING ON MY DICK - GO ON - TRY TO CLAMP THAT HOLE SHUT, LET ME BREAK IT OPEN. FUCK THAT’S NASTY - RIGHT LIKE THAT - SEE YOU TRYING TO ARCH THAT BACK, LET ME DIG THEM WALLS - OH YEAH!” My nipples were given a short reprieve as the man in front paused his chewing and said, “Yo, let’s put some more gas in that tank.” The BBC in my ass slid out, I gasped into the rag in my mouth and fidgeted wanting him to put it back in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I whimpered, my spanker laughed, I then watched his buddy coat up the Popsicle stick with a load of white powder before walking behind me. “OK,” he said, “Pull his cheeks apart a bit bro, let me eye that hole. JESUS NICCA! You shredding it! Let’s see if this sets that fag’s ass on fire.” I cried out more - the noise lost in the rag as he shaved the Popsicle stick into my ass and started digging around with it, coating my hole with Tina while at the same time trying to damage my gut lining. When he was done, and his buddy slammed back in and started fucking fast and furious, the pain was sharp, pointed, intense, and burning. Back in the front, the BBC who had tortured my nipples stood back and stroked his dick. My eyes grew wide at how long and thick it was. “Time for a little DP action bro,” he said as he put his body right in front of mine, wiggled his right hand between my thighs, then placed his dick head just under my balls and when his buddy slammed into me, he shoved his dick forward. I now had a monster BBC fucking my ass and another sliding back and forth right under my balls/between my upper thighs pushing the opposite way. He laughed, “BRO, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS FACE. DON’T THINK THIS BITCH HAS EVER HAD HIS GOUCH FUCKED BEFORE. DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD TWO PUSSIES DID YOU? YOUR GOUCH IS ALL WARM AND SLICK FROM THAT NUTT JUICE DRIPPING OUT YOUR ASS - SLICKING MY DICK UP JUST RIGHT - GETTING ME ALL READY TO BUST A LOAD INSIDE.” My balls were being crushed now by his black wood as he banged me from the front while his buddy continued to stretch my ass. “I’M GONNA FLOOD THIS HOLE, BANGIN THIS BACK, MURDERING THIS PUSSY GOOD,” the BBC fucking me announced, “HELP ME HOLD THE BITCH STILL MAN - LET ME PISTOL WHIP THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BAZOOKA DICK - TAKE THIS A.K.-FUCKIN-47. YOU READY FOR SOME BULLETS? READY TO GET SHOT UP? DRIVE BY SNIPER DICK COMING - GOING TO BLOW YOU THE FUCK UP! BLOW YOU THE FUCK ----AHHH YEAH - BLOWING YOU UP…..” Both dicks picked up the pace as my ass was filled with more chocolate syrup. Hersheys had nothing on me! No sooner had he removed his demon dick from my ass, than his buddy pulled his now wet and slippery dick out from under my balls, reached up, and unhooked the chains. Our three bodies all became somewhat entangled, “Yo man, bend the bitch over first so he can lick my dick clean and taste that strawberry filling I made in that pussy.” He proudly pointed at his dick, “Look at them chunks man! That was some good thick nutt and damn - look there - BIG RED IN THE HOUSE MADE THAT PUSSY SHRED!” The rag was pulled from my mouth and before I could say a word he pushed my head down, “OPEN THAT SLUT MOUTH AND TASTE YOUR PERIOD, SLURP THAT GOOD NICCA NUTT UP WHILE MY BRO STUFFS YOU WITH HIS OWN PERSONAL TAMPON STICK!” I opened my mouth and took as much of his shaft in as I could, but his head was big and dick was thick and before I had time to really loosen my jaws and give his dick its due I tried to rear back. “TIME TO TURN YOU OUT YOU DICK HUNGRY PERV SLUT! FUCKING TEASING ME WITH THAT GOUCH, NOW IT’S MY TURN TO IMPALE YOU WITH SOME - WHAT’D THE BOSS CALL IT? OH YEAH - KOBE BEEF. YOU LIKE THIS BEEF? BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS IS HOW COWS GET THEIR MILK - NICCA BULL DICK MILK. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON HIS SHIT AND WORK THAT HOLE IF YOU WANT THIS MILK - WORK IT - AW FUCK. TIME TO RAPE THAT PUSSY DEEP. HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT ASS - TAKE THIS BEEF STICK! TAKE THIS BLACK BEEF! YOU JUST A COW FOR THIS BULL DICK - PINK COW PUSSY FOR THIS BLACK BULL - GOOD COW READY. BREED AND SEED INSEMINATION COMING! BULL SPERM COMING SLUT - BULL NUTT DRIPPING - YOU READY TO GET IT? FUCK YEAH FAG BITCH TAKE MY NUTT! MILK THIS DICK! EAT IT UP! SWALLOW THESE BULL BABIES UP THAT PUSSY HOLE! HELL YEAH BLOWING MY LOAD BALLS DEEP - OPENED YOU RIGHT UP - FUCKING NASTY CUM WHORE!” My body was shaking uncontrollably. I started to wonder, was I overdosing on Tina or something? I was standing in the middle of the ice cream truck, legs apart, my hole dripping PING PING PING nutt onto the metal floor. The ice cream man’s two BBC drug enforcers were both lined up at the counter, snorting Tina, and when the chains on my collar and between my wrists started rattling louder they looked at me and laughed. The guy who had fucked me first – the one with the thick 12-incher, said, “Fuck, pussy’s in shock, I got just the fix for that.” He roughly pushed me down on the cardboard covered section of the floor, pushed my cuffed and chained hands forward and grunted as he rammed back in me, “Let’s pack this fudge stick up in that ass. MAKE YOU FEEL THIS ALMOND JOY.” His co-conspirator kicked the milk crate over, sat down, lit a cigarette, adjusted his pants that were still down around his ankles, then held his hand down in front of my face, “Spit on my hand.” I tried and half the spit just ran down my chin as I was body pressed to the floor being rape fucked and with my cuffed arms forced forward could not really make the shot. He just laughed, used his fingers to wipe my chin, then took his slick hand and started stroking his 13-inch dick back to life. “Yo - you about done man?” Mr. 13-inch asked, “I’m ready to tear it up again. Go on my man, let me see you stretch that pussy out. Bang it harder! NAIL THAT PUSSY TO THE FLOOR! HAMMER IT HOME - HAMMER IT - THERE YOU GO NICCA - THERE YOU GO! FUCKIN-A BRO - FUCKIN-A. LEAN INTO THAT SHIT, LEAN INTO IT. STRETCH IT OUT FOR ME, YEAH THAT PUSSY AIN’T SNAPPING BACK ANYTIME SOON. COME ON BRO, NUTT IT UP. NUTT IT UP. HE LIKES THAT ALMOND JOY WITH NUTTS - YEAH HE DOES - BITCH PUSSY FOR NUTT - DIG UP IN THERE! DIG IT OUT! DIG IT! FUCK YEAH BRO!” It was like being at a one-on-one pick up game where I was totally outmatched, the other guy never let control of the ball go, and he had his own cheerleading team to encourage the slaughter. With a final thrust the 12-incher swelled and heaved and poured his load deep. When he withdrew hardly anything ran out as my guts went back into their normal twist and turn shape and held his sticky jizz in. No sooner had he stood up off me and stepped back towards the front of the ice cream truck, then Mr. 13-inch was up off the milk crate, between my legs, and dropping his full weight down onto me. I cried out as his dick felt like it was deep enough to puncture a lung. He adjusted himself, grabbed the back of the leather collar with his left hand, clamped his right hand over my mouth/face, and proceeded to pound the hell out of me. “THIS IS HOW WE DO THOSE HOME INVASIONS,” he explained, letting me in on some of their criminal secrets, or maybe just his twisted fantasy, “WE ROUGH UP THE BITCH BOY PUSSY WHEN WE FOLLOW ONE OF THEM HOME - FIRST SO THEY LEARN ENOUGH TO OBEY. THEN WHEN I’M SURE THE FIGHT’S GONE OUT OF THEM, I SET MY PIECE ON THE NIGHTSTAND SO THEY CAN SEE HOW THINGS COULD GO WHILE MY BRO HERE CHOKES THEM OUT.” He yanks the collar, squeezes his hands tighter, “THOSE PUSSIES TOTALLY RELAX LIKE THAT - ASSES TOO - I CAN EVEN DRY FUCK’EM THAT WAY. COURSE THE HOLE’S NEVER THE SAME AFTER THAT, BUT LIKE I GIVE A SHIT. I GOT WHAT I NEEDED. IF THEY HAPPEN TO START COMING TO BEFORE I FINISH - WELL A QUICK SQUEEZE AND LIGHTS OUT AGAIN BABY OR IF WE KNOW WE GOT TIME WE ALWAYS HAVE A NEEDLE ON HAND WITH A SPECIAL COCKTAIL. WE TURN THE SLUTS OUT - FIND NEW HOLES TO BREAK OPEN - GO DEEPER THAN ANYONE HAS GONE BEFORE - BREED THEM WITH SO MUCH NICCA NUTT I BE THE DADDY AND GRANDADDY.” This was some fucked up shit, but the 12-inch guy was loving it as he now sat on the milk crate, jacking his dick and moaning and groaning and saying, “YES!” like a hiss over and over listening to his buddy twist my tail while he spun a tale. “ONCE IN A BLUE MOON - AND FUCK WE AIN’T FOUND THIS IN FUCKING EVER - WE COME ACROSS A BITCH HOLE THAT PUTS UP A GOOD FIGHT, WANTS IT HARDER, DEEPER, ROUGHER, AND IS WILLING TO LET US TAKE WHAT WE NEED. WHEN WE NEED IT. HOW WE WANT IT. I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE; YES I DO YOU FUCKING FAG PUSSY. YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW? THE HARDER I SQUEEZE YOU MOAN. YOU LIKE THAT SHIT. THE DEEPER MY DICK GOES YOU BUCK YOUR HIPS UP AND BACK. YOU LIKE IT. I CAN TELL YOU NEED THIS. YOU WANT US TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE? BRING A CREW OF HOMIES TO ROUGH YOU UP - FUCK YOU DOWN - SLUT YOU OUT? YEAH YOU DO. COME ON, I NEED TO SHOOT BUT NOT LIKE THIS. NO - I GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED BITCH.” Mr. 13-inch climbed off me, stood up, and his buddy reached down and helped me get first onto my knees then to stand up as well. Silent instructions passed between them and while Mr. 13-inch fought with the napkin dispenser and finally pulled the top off and grabbed a handful before he started wiping and dabbing at my puffy hole, the 12-inch dick pointed the way to nirvana - more lines of Tina ready for me to snort. I did a couple, and then did a couple more per their orders. Next I was placed between the two of them facing the 12-inch dicked top as he leaned against one of the coolers. His buddy got behind me, mumbled, stepped to the side, grabbed the milk crate and took some of the cardboard off the floor and flopped it across the top of the crates going lengthwise in the ice cream truck. “Get on your hands and knees on there,” one of them said. I was flying pretty well and between needing more dick and Tina, was surprised I was able to obey. Well I tried. I had to hunch up on the milk crate like some show dog and would have lost my balance completely when Mr. 13-inch got behind me and started spanking my ass if his buddy had not found a way to hold me steady. With my neck firmly set between his legs, the 12-inch dude straddled me and held me in place with some porno wrestling headlock move. I could smell his balls, ass, and had a great view of the tops of the back of his boots. My shoulders were pressed against the front of his thighs and with my hands gripping the outer edge of the crate I actually felt pretty stable. His buddy now slapped my lower back with his hard, 13-inch dick and said, “TIME TO SEE HOW FAR THAT PUSSY ASS WILL STRETCH.” “GOOD KITTY - ARCH THAT BACK - THAT’S RIGHT PUSSY - YOU FEELING THAT SHIT NOW AIN’T YOU?” he said as he squirreled his 13-inches back into my guts asking a question that he clearly knew the answer to. The BBC holding me in the headlock now started slapping his semi-hard dick against the bottom of my neck while his buddy tried to find new angles and depths with which to gut me open. I tried to say something once and got my neck squeezed, so I focused then on just trying to relax and enjoy the ride. Easier said than done. There was a loud banging at the door and a muffled voice - the ice cream man’s nephew - saying, “5 minutes then you’re needed back inside.” The hound was off to the hunt now. “FUCK YEAH MAKING THAT BITCH PUSSY HURT. FUCKING YOU OUT - STRETCHING THAT FAG HOLE WIDE OPEN SO YOU CAN TAKE ALL MY BABIES. YOU TRYING TO BE THAT ON CALL DICK SLUT? THAT WHITE WHORE WE CAN USE, BRUISE, ABUSE, AND NUTT ALL IN ANYTIME WE WANT? LET US FIND NEW WAYS TO FILL YOU WITH DADDY CREAM? TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THIS LONG FUCKING DICK! ARCH THAT BACK, ARCH IT IF YOU WANT THIS LOAD - ARCH IT SO I CAN BREAK THEM GUTS OPEN AND MARK YOU AS TRUE BBC BITCH SLUT - TRUE BBC HUNGRY WHORE - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD!” 30-seconds later I was standing up, bent over, licking the man drippings off his brutal, black, beast. His 12-inch buddy had slammed right back inside me and was fucking like a jack rabbit to bust another nutt before our time was up. With his dick clean, Mr. 13-inch slid a napkin across the cooler, grabbed a Sharpie marker off the shelf by the whiteboard, tapped me on the head and said, “Write down your number and address and not a fucking word to the boss - you understand? My man and I ain’t done with you yet so you can expect maybe a little breaking and entering, home invasion, beat down and rape down, homie gang bang like you was Grand Central Station letting all them big black trains run through your house. You understand?” The latch on the ice cream truck door turned, the napkin was quickly stuffed in a pocket, the ice cream man stepped up as his nephew stayed on the street and held the door open just a crack. “Time’s up boys. Get back inside. There’s shit to slang and work to be done.” Soon I was alone with him and the ice cream man’s hard dick was back inside my wrecked hole. “How was tonight’s dinner service so far? Did you enjoy the first course?” he asked. What the fuck was he talking about? Before I could ask he said, “Why let good, knocked up pussy go to waste?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Lucky enough to have gotten pissed all over, and piss fucked this past weekend by a married guy I see. Loved it so much! Soaked me, fucked me, pissed inside me, then filled me with cum! That was in the afternoon Then, another top who couldn't make it earlier at the same time came over after 7pm, and pissed all over me, then stuck the tip in and pissed as he wanted to use a condom. Oh well! I still got some piss in me He then slid on a condom and fucked me for quite awhile! I was a sloppy mess! Felt so so hot! As he was about to cum, I asked him to cum on my ass. He pulled the condom off, and asked if I wanted it on or in! In! He stuck just the tip in and came just inside me I came so hard laying on my back that I shot my cum all the way up into my own face and behind me!

i threw my life away to serve men a long time ago born a cumdump whore

Part 2: Want Some Chocolate Sprinkles? “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” Those were the last words the ice cream truck driver had said to me last summer; right after he had collared and chained me inside his truck, drugged me up on Tina, fucked me raw and rough, and bred me deep with his long, thick, black dick. The past several months I have planned work so I could take some leave and have one, long weekend a month where I would dial that number and place my order. The ice cream man’s voice was enough to make my ass cream, buried within the few words he would speak to me each time were the memories: the pair of size 13 boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy the whiff of his cigar how his hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard with skin that was a rich, dark ebony how his gold wedding band flashed brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano on his mandingo instrument how he asked, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick?” then as he placed the leather collar and chain around my neck said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” all that before he stuffed my hole with an ice-pop of his nutt, made me snort Tina before forcing me to lick crystals off his dick and burying some big shards up my ass and finally making my hole open, wet, and sloppy just how he liked it!!! The first time I pulled out his card and debated what to do I thought he was pretty fucking brilliant. The card said, 3-SQUARES CATERING - WE DELIVER ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY, FRESHEST MEALS, FOR EVERY OCCASION. Then when I called I asked about seeing him again and he ignored my question and said gruffly, “What the fuck’s your order? When do you want it?” He then blew his stack when I said, “Uh, maybe a baggy of crystal and…” and literally screamed in the phone, “WE DON’T CATER FANCY DINNERS - SO IT’S ALL PAPER PLATES AND PLASTIC!” before dishing out a series of “dumb asses.” I didn’t understand what he meant at all and was pissed that he was pissed like how the fuck would I know what to say or do? Not like he explained before kicking me to the curb with an ass full of nutt. He huffed, then said more calmly, “That’ll be an order of Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert. Your delivery will be there in 30 to 60 minutes, cash only.” So, from that first order I learned Surf-N-Turf was a small baggy of Tina/crystal (the Surf was - according to my server/delivery man/gigolo - code for Tina on Gilligan’s Island - seemed like a stretch to me but hey); the Turf was one of his boys who would have at least 10 inches (real inches not that fake shit dudes trying to pass off on the internet); that extra rare meant bareback and raw fucking; double sauce on the side meant I would get at least two loads in my ass as the boys were young, hood thugs who could double tap with barely breaking a sweat; and finally the chocolate roll for dessert meant it would be BBC. Maybe he had other races in the mix, but that’s what he offered and what I took and was fucking happy! The second time I called I placed my order without incident and when he asked if my last order had been delivered on time and the meal cooked to my satisfaction my only complaint had been his boy had snorted ⅔ of my baggy of Tina in the hour he was with me fucking. But, my hole ached for days after so if they had been on Yelp it would have been five stars all the way. I had enjoyed the deliveries and never once was disappointed. When I called the second time I was offered the chance to have the same driver deliver as, “he is already in the area,” but I passed and said, “That’s OK, I’ll wait for the next one as I am in no rush.” Every guy the ice cream man sent was rough, thuggish, with a huge dick, tons of sperm, and willing to throw a no-holds-barred fuck. Well worth the time and money. Since they were keeping my hole used and abused, I didn’t focus on the ice cream man anymore, although I still jerked off thinking about that day. Fast forward to spring, April in DC, and it is Cherry Blossom Festival time. While the city is beautiful this time of year all of the fucking tourists drive me crazy. With that said, I still decided to go the final event of the Festival, which was to see the fireworks down on the river right near my condo. The fireworks were scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m., and I got down there about 8:30 to walk around a bit, listen to the live band, see the booths they had set up, and just chill and mingle. I was lost in thought looking at some paintings a local artist was selling under a small tent when a strong hand clamped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and a faintly familiar, yet clearly drunk/high voice said, “I think it’s about time you start upping on your orders. My pocket’s feeling light.” I turned, my mouth gaped, the hand squeezed harder as the ice cream man’s cigar smoke breath washed over me when he said - loud enough to make people turn and stare - “So bitch, you trying to get that pussy sloppy and filled with black syrup?” In response I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cash and from between the folds of the $20 bills extracted my black credit card and held it up, “Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight!” The ice cream man choked, coughed, sputtered and laughed and in the midst of trying to hold himself together dropped his cigar, which sent him into a fit of swearing, followed by disdained ‘hushes’ from people nearby reminding him there were children about. Once he pulled himself together, the ice cream man looked around and said, “Fuck I hate kids,” gripped my neck and started guiding me through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as we made our way up to Waterfront Street, then he stopped, relit his cigar, took a big puff, and smiled as he waved the lit stogie towards the right. “Boy’s doing alright it seems.” I looked where he pointed and there was his beat up ice cream truck with a younger guy working the window, hustling cones and frozen delights like an expert juggler. “My nephew just got out from doing a dime,” the ice cream man said as he looked at his vending truck. “Bout time he fucking grows up and learns a trade, so now he’s with me. Shit - this life is for the young folks you know what I mean? Time for me to ease out of the game, shift my focus and hustle, spend more time fuckin-loving-and-leaving-pussy-wet then slinging shit. You know what I mean?” I glanced at his nephew, who looked too young to have done 10 years in prison so he must have gone in as a juvenile. He was not handsome in the classic sense by any stretch, but he was masculine as hell and I could see tatts on his face, back of his hands, his arms were covered, and more peeked up through the scoop in his white tank top. He had semi-long dreads and my asshole quivered. I jumped as an insistent finger poked at my hole and the ice cream man laughed, “Fuck, you a dick hungry bitch! I can hear that ass clapping for it already and I ain’t even busted you back open yet. Come on. You tonight’s menu and bout time my nephew learns a new hustle.” I followed the ice cream man to the back of the truck. He threw open the door, climbed in, I went up the two-steps behind him, and paused as he said slammed his hand down on the cooler, “Time to go. Shut the shit down.” His nephew looked to him, to me, then started to object, but the ice cream man was having none of it, “ I SAID SHUT THE SHIT DOWN. YOU - THERE - GET THE FUCK BACK FROM MY TRUCK UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET RUN OVER. GET NOW. GET!!” The nephew gave me a dirty look as he hustled out the back and amidst the cries from kids saying, “Daddy I want an ice cream!” picked up their display boards, tethered the window shut, made the final adjustments, and hopped back in as his Uncle revved the engine and turned on the soundtrack. The musical chimes still sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. “Let me drive. You go deal with - with whatever the fuck that is,” the nephew said as he fought his Uncle for the seat and steering wheel while glaring at me. The ice cream man laughed, dropped his cigar stub on the metal floor and stomped it out, then said, “Fucking fine. Just get us out of here. Go - hell I don’t give a shit where. Go to the reup drop. That’ll work.” The ice cream truck belched, revved, and swayed back and forth as it slowly wound its way out of the crowds and towards M Street SW. By the time we hit M Street, I was naked, with a collar around my neck, and a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists that were connected with chains like I was in a prison transport. The ice cream man took the chain hanging down my back from the collar and looped it through the chain connecting my wrists before reaching up and snapping the end into a metal eye hook suspended in the ceiling. I was facing forward - my arms suspended now - and kept meeting the nephew’s gaze as he looked in the rearview mirror trying to figure out what the fuck his Uncle was doing. Each gasp from my throat when his Uncle would roughly jam a shard of Tina up my ass would make his eyes flit my way, then quickly back to the road as we made our way into Northeast DC. By the time the ice cream truck halted, and the nephew set it in park, turned the engine off, then stood up to join us, my ass was stuffed with Tina and frozen nutt like I was a damn Piñata. Except the candy would take an awful long, big bat to find and I couldn’t wait to get busted open. “That pussy still good?” the ice cream man asked me. I almost purred as the Tina sloughed away inside my burning rectum. “Slide your dick up in there boy,” the ice cream man said to his nephew as he pointed at my stuffed ass. The nephew shook his head in objection, “Naw man Unc, I ain’t no fag and shit.” His Uncle laughed, “Boy I know you had them faggies on their knees swallowing that joint when you were inside and bred them every chance you got. So don’t be fronting with me now.” The nephew paused to think and consider, “Well yeah, but it wasn’t like that. On the inside that’s just how shit goes. Don’t mean nothing.” The ice cream man gave my white ass a big smack, spun me back around as I stood on the balls of my feet trying not to swing too far, “Right, and don’t mean nothing out here neither. I love your auntie. You know I been to hell and back with that woman, but fuck, I can’t even get her to touch my dick any more let alone give it up. These white asses like this - they serve the purpose just fine. Lesson #1, don’t get wrapped up in no drama with some side chick because they will fuck your business up. Trust me. That’s nothing you ever want to bring home and your girl/wife will always find out - always. Lesson #2, his ass is pussy. Pink pussy eager for BBC ain’t that right? When I say get lost you gone. Ain’t that right? When I say lick my fucking ass your tongue be flapping. Ain’t that right? When I say show me them stackz and buy my product, you be asking how thick do I want them and give me the entire fucking menu. Ain’t that right?” I eagerly said, “YES SIR!” to it all. The schooling continued, “Lesson #3, target them DILFs, especially them white professional guys who all clean cut during the workday but on the weekends and when the lights down, they the freakiest of the bunch. Ain’t that right?” the ice cream mean asked. Like I really needed to responded hanging naked from a chain as I was. He went on, “They got the cash to spend. This truck? It’s a hustle. That dope we sling? It’s a hustle. Snag and grab them wallets that willing to take some dick on the side too, now that’s a double hustle.” The ice cream man smacked my ass hard then said, “Tell my nephew here what your favorite take out order is?” I easily recited it, “Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert.” The ice cream man laughed, smacked me again, and then asked, “And what you trying to order today?” as he waved by credit card around. “Double of everything?” I asked. He laughed again and replied, “Well, let’s start with that and see where things go.” Shit. I was always up for a little fun, but maybe this was more than I was ready for. My thoughts about trying to back out were interrupted as the ice cream man tossed a couple of baggies of Tina towards his nephew before inspecting his box, then turned and said, “Now you two go on ahead and get on it while I go inside to the reup and hook up with the boys. Lesson #4, the key to this double hustle is you got to get your shit hard and ready in 30 seconds flat with no sucking or help from them cause sometimes you only got a minute to get in there and dump that load. That’s what they all want - feeling that mandingo monster burning their hole and wetting it up with baby batter. You can try to fake that shit, but trust, to get the repeat ass you gotta drop some chunks. That’s just good customer service.” The nephew shook his head trying to take it all in as he leaned back against one of the coolers, lit a cigarette, then started to rearrange the baggies like little plastic soldiers being lined up for a battle. His Uncle lit a fresh cigar and just as he got to the back door he turned and said, “And boy, lesson #5 - you ain’t never the bitch and no money in the world is worth flipping. Remember you the top dawg - always! They’re the bitches and can always tell when a top be faking and ain’t nothing more than a bitch with a strap on. You remember them Pit Bulls your granddaddy used to breed and train up? You remember how he always strapped the bitch down so the best fighters could mount her and knock her up with puppies? Just like that. This hustle ain’t about being sweet and precious and all that shit. It’s about raw, rough fucking and you getting your nutt and them filling your wallet.” His lessons done, the ice cream man stepped down out of the truck, closed the door, and left me alone with his nephew. The nephew exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, casually tapped his ash onto the floor of the ice cream truck, then set the still it cigarette on the edge of the ice cream cooler. I couldn’t help but think there must laws against that kind of shit right? Food service rules and all? Yet this was a drug dealer’s truck so I guess the bigger risk was mixing up powdered sugar for the waffle cones with a bag of cocaine or some shit. He pulled open one of the baggies, dumped some rock on the stainless cooler top, grabbed a spoon from one of those plastic silverware caddies with holes in it, and started to crush the rock up. He reached in his pocket; pulled out a motley mix of bills and cards, found a card he liked, and started to use that to scoop the crushed crystal into lines. He then reached up on a shelf, grabbed a box, pulled out a razor blade, and continued to cut the rock down into snortable bits. Satisfied, he grabbed a straw from a box on the corner, tore the paper cover off and tossed the remnants to the side, laid the straw on the counter and cut it with the razor, then bent over and snorted a couple big lines. “You sure you should be snorting that?” I asked, “Won’t you get Tina dick?” The nephew wiped his nose, squinted, set the straw down, unbuckled his pants and let his monster out. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could smell his ripe, rank, musty balls and unwashed dick head from where I was. I inhaled the man musk as he stroked it once - twice - then BINGO! His long dick stiffened right up to a hefty 10+inches. He grinned at me with a ‘fuck you’ smirk, then snorted some more. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get some too?” I asked. The nephew took a couple shuffled steps towards me, his pants still down around his ankles, his hard dick making me spin on the chain as he steered past me. He reached up, unlatched the chain from the eyehook. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing in my arms and walked over to the counter, grabbed the straw with my cuffed/chained hands, and bent over and snorted the fresh crush. I stood up, started to wipe my nose, then got startled as the nephew was now right behind me, both hands holding my neck, his fingers squeezing between my flesh and the leather collar, “So is my Uncle right? You just want to get it raw, rough, and deep? Want some jail dick? Want to be fucked like a prison bitch? Make you take this dick!” I grunted as he pushed his dick head into my puckered hole, which was clenched tight from the crystal shards his Uncle had put in there. The nephew swore, pulled back, spit on his hand but I stopped him, “No - fuck it dry. I want to feel it push through then once you in, it’ll be wet - I promise.” The black dick was back at my hole, more forcefully, and the nephew asked, “Why will it be wet? You already been fucked?” I laughed, “No, your Uncle shoved one of his nutt-pops in there. Said he likes sloppy pussy.” I yelped a little as his dry dick split my hole, pushed in, then went rigid as he tore through and spread my guts open in one, deep stroke. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Wet, sloppy pussy. Juicy. Bend the fuck over, let me long dick that hole,” my new deliveryman said. I was happy to oblige and closed my eyes and relished the feel of his pounding as my hole got worked. Far too soon he pulled up, yanked his dick out, grabbed the collar and stood me up and handed me a plastic tub and said, “Squat and let that shit out. I want that pussy dry now so all you feel is my nutt.” I did as I was told and watched as he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and torso were covered in tatts but they were fucked up looking and all scarred, ridged, like the skin/ink was half missing in places. The nephew rubbed his hands over his body, “Jailhouse shit. Dirty needle I guess, they got infected.” Christ. While it was a little hard moving around inside the ice cream truck, in nothing flat the nephew had put a couple of cardboard boxes down on the floor, and stomped on them flat - his big dawg feet nails clicking on the metal floor as he pushed me down onto my stomach. “Arch that back bitch,” he said as his young dick split my hole dry, raw, and rough. I tried grabbing at the leather collar with one hand to try to ease his pull when he slapped my head, yanked back on the collar harder, and angled his dick to the right - left - then straight in deep. “YEAH MY UNCLE WAS RIGHT. JUST LIKE JAIL. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK. YOU DON’T WANT TO WAKE YOUR CELLIE OR LET THE GUARDS HEAR. YOU WANT SOME BABIES? SOME PRISON DICK BABIES? YEAH YOU A GOOD FUCKED UP BITCH - FAGGOT FOR MY BLACK DICK - HUNGRY PUSSY THAT I’M MAKING WET. CATCH THIS NUTT - PUSH THAT ASS BACK - CATCH THIS NUTT - 30 SECOND NUTT COMING THROUGH, READY TO FLOOD THEM GUTS, FILL YOU UP - LEAVE YOU DRIPPING. FUCK YEAH, SHOOTING IN YOU RAW YOU NASTY SLUT - PRISON SLUT - TAKE IT - TAKE IT - GRRRRR….” BBC cum was dripping out of my hole and puddling on the cardboard beneath me. The ice cream man’s nephew had just bred me raw, yet he was not done. Having snorted the remainder of the crushed up Tina, he yanked me up by the collar, had me sit u on the ice cream cooler and lean back so he could lift my legs up on his arms, then he slammed back in. When his Uncle opened the door and stepped in a minute later, his nephew didn’t pause a stroke, and beat it harder and faster and let his Uncle watch as he dumped another load. “TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD - GOOD PRISON TRADE PUSSY RIGHT HERE - HUSTLE THAT SHIT - TRADE THAT PUSSY FOR CIGARETTES. YOU TRYING TO GET PIMPED? YEAH YOU ARE. I’M YOUR BOSS AND YOU WILL DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY - OPEN THAT PINK PUSSY UP - OPEN THAT UP - LET ME NUTT IT UP AGAIN. HERE YOU GO - HERE YOU GO - PRISON DICK IN THAT DILF ASS - FUCKING PUSSY ASS - FUCKING….AAAAAAHHHH - YYYEEESSS!” Having satisfied his need, the nephew promptly yanked his dick out, dropped my legs, and laughed as I scrambled not to fall off the cooler. My hands being chained was making it touch as I twisted, turned, and tried to find a dignified way to dismount. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOING?” the ice cream man bellowed as he set his cigar firmly between his teeth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whopper. “YOU KNOW I LIKE SLOPPY PUSSY AND I GOT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU. COME ON BOY; HOLD HIS LEGS BACK UP SO I CAN STUFF IT FULL OF SPRINKLES AGAIN. FREE LESSON FOR YOU - JAM THOSE BIG SHARDS DEEP AND SCRATCH IT UP - MAKES THAT PUSSY TWITCH AND CONVULSE AND FUCKS THEM RIGHT UP AND THEIR TRAPS GET SO HUNGRY THEY LET YOU RAPE FUCK IT HOW YOU WANT. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only moan as I leaned back against the ice cream truck wall, lost in the sensations of the cold cooler under my body while thick fingers stuffed me with Tina and set my ass on fire. “HHHMMMM - YES - TWO SCOOPS HOLE FULL OF FUDGE NUTT,” the ice cream man said as he parted my ass lips and eased in, “HERE BOY, KEEP THIS SMOKE GOING FOR ME WHILE GIVE HIM ANOTHER FLAVOR.” His nephew took his cigar and set it between his teeth and huffed and puffed on it while he stroked his dick back to readiness as he watched his Uncle bang me. “GET THE FUCK OFF THERE. I WANT YOU TO BEND OVER AND SHOW ME THAT HOLE SO I CAN FIND THAT THIRD HOLE,” the ice cream man growled. I was roughly dragged off the cooler, turned around, slammed face down and bent over and howled in pain as he started to brutal fuck me. OK, well in honesty not ‘pain’ really - discomfort, sure - but I knew he liked it when he thought it was hurting. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. NO MERCY AT ALL. JUST SLAM THE FUCK IN - GO DEEP - AND PULL OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. GOTTA KEEP SHIT MOVING AND DON’T HAVE TIME TO FUCKING WALK IN THE PARK. LEAVE THEM SORE, HURT, AND FILLED WITH NUTT AND THEY BE CALLING FOR DELIVERIES MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. WHY? CAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKS THEM LIKE THIS. THEY MIGHT GET OTHER DICK - BUT NOT HOOD DICK - NOT ROUGH DICK - NOT DICK THAT WILL TAKE IT WITH FORCE AND USE THEIR ASS WITHOUT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only mumble a week, “Yes Sir,” as he blended those Tina rocks into my guts and prepped my hole for another breeding. “PUSH BACK NOW, TRY TO FIGHT IT, THAT’S IT FUCKING SLOPPY BITCH ASS - THAT’S IT - FEEL THAT GOOD GOOD SLAMMING YOU - FEEL THAT BBC SWELLING - FEEL ME POLLINATING THAT ASS WITH MY SEED - FEEL ME ADDING A PINT OF HOT SYRUP - OH YEAH - HERE IT GOES - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - CHOCO VANILLA SWIRL, MY FUCKING FAVORITE!” Having shown his nephew how to drop that nutt on the hustle, the ice cream man pulled out his milk crate, sat down, leaned back, and puffed on his cigar. When his nephew frantically grabbed my hips, dug his nails in and slammed back into me with all his might, in a frantic, desperate need to cum once more the iced cream man just laughed and said, “There you go my man. The torch has been passed to a new generation.” About 60-seconds later more BBC-family nutt was running down my leg as the ice cream man stuck the end of his cigar into my cummy/Tina filled hole, scooped it out, then smacked his lips as he huffed again. He looked at me and said, “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

8. Jon "Finally," Cal said, as I followed him into the bedroom. Even though I had just given Seth another load of cum, my cock was already starting to grow in my sweat pants. The food had helped me, and certainly the weed did not hurt either. "Finally?" I asked. "Getting jealous of Seth?" "Yeah," he said. At the foot of the bed, he turned to me, and pulled me close. At 6'3", he towered over me, and I had to stand on my tip-toes just to kiss him. As I did so, he pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free, and exposing his ass. He quickly followed by doing the same to me. My dick was now standing almost straight up, anticipating another chance to get inside a man. "Did you get any on your trip?" I asked. The height difference between Cal and I occasionally made sex tricky. However, it all disappeared when he was on his back. I pushed him onto the bed, and he fell backwards, legs spread. It was hard to imagine a clearer invitation for me to fuck him than that. I jumped on the bed, landing right between his legs. "Not enough," Cal said. "Do you ever get enough?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. I had seen Cal emerge from 12 hours of non-stop fucking still hungry for more. "Never," he said. "You know that. Now, enough talking. I want that poz daddy cock in me." I smiled. JP and Seth hadn't yet joined us, so we didn't have to censor ourselves. "Sucking off a random business guy was barely enough." "That all you found in Phoenix?" I asked. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bed table and poured a thick bead down the length of my cock. Despite his talents getting fucked, he still needed some lube and unlike Seth, he hadn't gotten any loads yet today. "Yeah. Too busy with work." I pressed my cockhead against his hole. I had been fucking Cal for years now, but each time seemed like a new adventure. "Go for it," Cal said, smiling. "Fuck me." I wanted to kiss him, but Cal's long, gymnast torso meant I had to do something with my dick first. I pushed into him, sliding in smoothly to the inner hole. There was the slightest resistance from Cal, before he once more allowed me inside of his body. "Fuck yeah," I grunted, feeling the warmth and wetness of Cal's ass envelope my dick. As I slid into him, my head travelled up the length of his torso, finally resting eye to eye with the young man. "Fuck yeah," Cal said, before kissing me hard. "Fuck me with that thick poz daddy cock." "Yeah, boy?" I asked him. "You need a re-charge?" "Please Daddy. Fuck me raw. Fill me with your seed," Cal said. He had a devilish grin. He knew how much I liked to breed him, and particularly how much I liked to re-charge him. "Recharge your boy. I need it." Cal was always anxious to get any fresh virus I might have collected. "Of course, my boy. Gonna give it to you. Let it take root in your body." I leaned in and kissed the young man. Despite this being my third round, my cock was already hard as a rock. It helped that I didn't have to censor my dark imagination; Cal had been an active participant in many of my evil plans. Unfortunately, our chance at openness and transparency was short-lived; JP and Seth walked in together. I turned just long enough to see that they were both naked and at least JP was already erect. "Damn," Cal said. "He's gonna get another load." "A potent load, I think," I said. JP and the young man settled on the couch, and I could hear soft whispers as the two men began to have sex. It was hard to make out the individual words, but years of living with JP made it clear just how much he was enjoying the chance to inseminate Seth. "They seem to be having fun. At least as much as we are." "I like Seth," Cal said. "He's good for us." "Definitely. He's certainly caught JP's attention." I pushed my dick deeper into my boy's hole. I had done it so many times it was now almost second nature, but it lost nothing in the repetition. "Are you going to give him another load tonight?" "At least one," Cal said. "That hole." He had a dreamy look on his face, remembering how it felt to be inside the boy. "So young," he continued. "So clean." "So pure," Cal answered. We didn't need to say much more. We were both thinking about how we could cum inside of Seth and how the four loads already swimming in Seth were anything but clean and pure. "I got my labs back," Cal said. "And?" I asked. I pushed my dick deeper into Cal. Cal had stopped his meds a few months ago. He had found some boy he wanted to infect, and his undetectable status made it that much harder to reach their goal. He hadn't yet started them again. "700K," he said. "Nice. It'll be a great gift for Seth. You and JP won't be the only one tomorrow." "Oh?" Cal asked. "Who else is joining us?" Before I could answer, Cal gave me a kiss and clenched his ass around my dick. "Some old friends," I said. "Sean. Vic. Max. Dennis. Among others." "Fuck," Cal said. "Boy's not going to stand a chance." "I know," I said. "Only one thing would make this better," Cal said. "Yes, my boy?" I asked. I knew what his answer was going to be, but I went through the motions anyway. "Wish I was up in the clouds. You fucking me. Pumping me full of that hot poz dad cum." I looked around quickly, but JP and Seth were in their own world, with Seth riding JP's hard cock. Even if they could hear us, they were not paying attention. "Patience, boy," I said. "Always so eager to be my toxic tweaker boy, huh?" "You got me hooked." "As I remember, you came pretty much addicted to cock and cum. I just had to introduce you to some of the other pleasures of life." "That you did." We fucked for a few moments, before Cal spoke again. "Are we going to party with Seth?" Cal was trying to be nonchalant about it, but I could hear the need in his voice. It was not just Seth that needed a party weekend, with all the attendant debauches. "Don't worry boy," I said. "Stopped by Jesse's yesterday and got some supplies. And besides, Sean and Vic are coming tomorrow." "Nice. What about tonight?" "Think you can wait a few hours?" "I'll try," he said. "That's my boy," I said. On the couch behind us, JP and Seth were now deep into fucking. It was how I had hoped the evening would play out: men, having sex with other men and sharing their fluids. It seemed like my dick had spent more time inside of a man this evening than outside; I hoped I still had some cum to give for tomorrow. "You think Seth will be down to party?" "Does it matter?" I kissed Cal again. I hadn't really told him anything about the plans JP and I had made, nor the special delivery I had gotten a few days earlier. "He's barebacking. Partying is just the next step. Besides. JP and I have a special plan for him. And I need your help" "Oh?" Cal asked. "What do you have planned?" "I got a bunch of sugar pills that look exactly like Truvada." My dick stiffened at the thought. It was the ultimate in stealth, to take what was protecting the boy, and subvert it. Years ago, the stack of condoms on our bed table had a few small pinpricks in them. It wasn't enough to be seen, but it was more than enough to do damage. Today, it was even less obvious, even harder to trace. "And?" "All I need you to do is distract him later tonight as I put some fakes in his pill bottle." Cal grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "You are an evil, evil man." He moved his hands down to my ass, and pulled me deeper in his body. "So fucking hot. I can't wait to watch." He smiled, kissed me, then continued. "But I've got my own plan." "Yes, boy?" "Every time Seth mentions taking drugs, I'm gonna distract him." His cock was also now erect, and I knew exactly how he was going to distract Seth. "Get him in the habit of missing doses." "And you say I am dark and evil?" I asked. "You have become the master." "Only because my teacher was the best in the world." "You know just what to say," I said. "Not that it took a lot to convince you to go raw." "Or to get pozzed up," Cal replied. "I think I rather volunteered myself." "You did," I said. He had e-mailed me, wanting to get fucked. I tried to remember how it had been Seth. I think I had made the first move. But I had not gotten anywhere as near as with Seth so far as I had on the first day with Cal. Of course, now there was PrEP, and barebacking was almost safe. Except when you barebacked with the wrong men. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "That's my poz boy." I slammed my dick in him. There were so many that I had infected over the years, but Cal was the special one for me. There had been something about the way we fit together from the very beginning. Later, we had discovered how we enabled each other’s darkest and most twisted fantasies. "Never gets old fucking you." "Never gets old getting fucked by you," he said. I kissed him. It turned into a long, slow exploration of each other’s mouths, as I continued to fuck the boy. "Love feeling your cock drip inside me," he said, as my cock turned into a leaky faucet of pre-cum. "Dripping that hot poz cum into me," he whispered into my ear. "Fuck," I grunted. "You're getting me close boy." "You still taking meds?" Cal asked me. "Yeah," I said, almost embarrassed. In the heat of the raw fucking, taking the anti-viral drugs seemed almost emasculating. I was denying these young men the very thing their further growth depended on. I was denying myself an essential part of my power, leaving myself less of a man for it. I looked back at JP, on the couch behind me. Seth was lowering himself onto my husband's erect dick. JP had done his blood work two weeks earlier, and his results were even worse than Cal's. He had fewer T-cells and a far higher viral load. He had told me he was thinking about re-starting drugs, just to avoid becoming full-blown quite yet. In the meantime, however, Seth was taking a full front assault with heavy artillery, and unawares, enjoying every second of it. "Seth deserves better than that," he said. "Hell. I deserve better than that. It's been too long since I've had your cum at full strength." "I know," I said. I was jealous of my two men, having one less responsibility in their lives. I was the only one of our small, intimate clan that still had the nightly rituals of pill-taking. Instead, far too often, Cal or JP would take a hit or two from the glass pipe, and head out into the night. Both of them had been regaling me with their stories of guiltless, careless, med-less but drug-laden full-on mansex. "For me?" Cal asked. In the moment, it would be hard to deny him anything he asked for. His hole was tight around my bare cock, and I was feeling generous with all my gifts. "Don't take your pills tonight. "Let Seth get everything that he desires. That he deserves." "Hell YES," I grunted, pounding my cock deeper into Cal's hole. "For you. Tonight. Of course." As I thought about it, it made perfect sense. I had been thinking about taking a break from the powerful medications that held the virus in check, but also did unknown things to my body. I needed a chance to recover. Of course, no longer held in check by the chemicals, my viral load would soon be near Cal and JP's. With Seth needing every load he could get, and me wanting every load to be infected, me having a high viral load seemed like a good idea. "Thank you," Cal said. "Seth is worth it, don't you think." "For sure." My cock was throbbing. I was getting so turned on by the idea of becoming a powerful, diseased man again. It had been so long since I had been able to experience the sheer power of having the virus slowly spread across my body and get distilled by my balls into the toxic fluid that was pozcum. "I want to cum in you," I said. "Fill you with my seed." "I want that as well," Cal said. "I always want your seed." He pulled me in close. "I want your poz seed even more. None of this undetectable stuff. Full strength poz man seed." "Fuck," I grunted. My cock was leaking now, and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold off. "I don't want to cum quite yet," I said. "I want to enjoy this." "You're the boss. Cum when you want. Shoot where you want." "Like I would ever pull out of you," I said. We were silent for a bit and listened to the sounds of my cock pushing into Cal and JP's dick entering Seth. We didn't have to say anything more. Both Cal and I were in agreement about the next steps that needed to be taken. Jean-Paul would agree as well, and what Seth didn't know, well, that would hurt him in the short term. But in the long-term, he would be a better man for it. "Fucking love fucking you." "I wish I were high right now," Cal said. "I wish you dick was coated in crystal powder and you were fucking to get me high." "I know what you like," I said. "Did you get some favors?" Cal asked. "Of course," I said. "More than enough to keep all of us up in the clouds this entire weekend." "That's what I want," Cal said. His cock was hard thinking about it. Over the years, the three of us had partied a lot and it had led to some amazing experiences. This weekend was shaping up to be one of the one we would remember for a very long time. The only risk was that Seth and I had never talked about partying before. It was neither good nor bad; it had just never come up. PrEP had given Seth new courage to explore his desires, and I hoped that would extend to the cloudy, intense world of partying. "Besides, I'm sure Seth is still a light-weight." "I'm not going to make bets. He's been taking raw dick like an experienced pro." "True," Cal said. "I wonder if he's tried it out before tonight?" "Barebacking? Or getting fucked?" I asked. "I know he's gotten fucked before. But I really think this is his first time getting it raw." "All those cocks he made wrap up," Cal said. "All those loads he didn't take," I said. "He's not going to make that mistake anymore." "No. He's not. And he's going to be a better man for it." I pushed my cock deep into Cal. It felt good to be inside of him; my cock was as hard as it ever was and I was dripping pre-cum into my boy. It was moments like this where I felt the most masculine and powerful. But it was tempered by the love I felt for Cal and the need to make him just as happy as he made me. "You're a better man for it." "I am. And I'll be an even better man when you cum in me." "Fucking hungry boy," I said. But my cock twitched and more of my pre-cum dripped into Cal. I wanted to give him my load, but it seemed too early to do it. There was so much more pleasure to be had from fucking him. Unlike me, JP wasn't waiting any longer than he had to. Even from the bed, I could hear the two men talking as their love-making rapidly approached climax. "I want to cum in you again," JP said. "Fill you up with my load." Cal smiled at me. "Seth's gonna get it," he said. "Get a fucking big daddy-load of cum." "Poz cum," I mouthed. I didn't want to scare Seth by saying it out loud, but the young man had another surprise for us. "Do it," Seth moaned, loud enough for all of us to hear. "Fill me with your poz load." "Damn," Cal said, as his ass clenched around my shaft. "Cum in me," Seth continued, giving JP explicit permission to breed his innocent young boy hole. "FUCK," JP grunted. I had heard that noise hundred, maybe thousands of times before. It was the noise of my lover cumming, and he was cumming inside of Seth. "It's hot," Cal said. I had slowed down my thrusts, listening to the noises of the other two men enjoying their masculinity and passion. It was a heady mixture of lustful grunts from JP, soft begging from Seth, and the two men kissing in between. "Seth getting another poz load up there. Is JP still off his meds?" "Yeah," I said. "His numbers are worse than yours." "Fuck man. Seth won't know what hit him." "I think he'll know. And I think he'll learn to love it." From the couch, the grunts and moans had slowed down, and it was now soft kisses between the two men. "Thank you," Seth said. "Thank you for your load." There was a silence, and I thought I heard Seth continue. "Your poz load." My dick twitched. I loved the idea of Seth descending from strait-laced, uptight preppy boy to passionate barebacker to full-blown bugchaser. I wondered if his transformation was real, or if it was just his reaction to the passion and heat of the moment. But before I could wonder any longer, my cock decided it had other plans. Almost involuntarily, my hips returned to their slow rhythm of fucking, and my dick slid in and out of Cal's sweet hole. I looked behind me at Seth and JP. The young man was still sitting on JP's cock and the two men were kissing each other deeply. "Thank you," I heard Seth say again. "My pleasure," JP said, before he kissed Seth again. Assured once more that the two men were enjoying themselves, I turned my attention back to Cal and his hungry boy-hole. "Come on," Cal said. "Seth got two loads from you. Give me one too? Please?" There was the familiar need in his voice; Cal seemed almost addicted to cock and jizz, and even a few days without it would begin an agonizing withdrawal. "Breed me," he grunted. "Of course, boy," I said. My cock was dripping pre-cum into him. It helped, but only semen would satiate Cal. "I know how you need cum." "He's a hungry boy," JP said. I looked to my side, and the two men were standing, watching Cal and I fuck. It was both slightly intrusive, like they were seeing something that needed to be private, but also a huge turn on, that they were seeing something that needed wider exposure. "Give him your load." "Fucking hot," Seth said. He was stroking his cock, still thick and hard between his legs. He had not yet had a chance to get off, and it was clearly the only thing he was thinking about. "Come on," I said. "Join us." I motioned for the two of them to get on the bed. Seth practically jumped up, and was soon kneeling next to me. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. JP was a little slower, but was soon on the bed as well and kneeling next to Cal's head. "You want this?" he asked Cal. Cal nodded, and opened his mouth. JP pushed his dick into Cal, who immediately went to work cleaning off my lover's cock. "Whoa," Seth said, watching the shaft that had just been pounding his ass slide into Cal's mouth. "Fuck." "Yeah?" I whispered into the boy's ear. "Never seen ass to mouth before?" "Just in pornos. He's fucking licking it up." "It's all cum," JP said. "My cum. Jon's cum. Cal's cum. All from up in your hole." "My hole," Seth said, once more reminded just how much he had gotten fucked in the past few hours, and how much cum he had taken. "You've been fucking barebacking my hole." "Yeah," I said. Seth was still staring at Cal licking JP's cock. "You like that?" I asked him. "Fucking intense. Knowing that dick was up my hole just a few minutes ago. And Cal's licking it clean. Fucking sucking on it." "Seems like there's a lot of new things for you tonight," I said. "You enjoying this so far?" I asked. "I am. Fucking hot men," he said, running his hands over my chest and down my stomach. "Fucking hard cocks," he said, as his hand found the base of my cock, right where it entered Cal's body. "Fucking hot sperm," he said, wiping off a bead of pre-cum from the tip of Cal's dick. "Fucking hot," he concluded, before licking his fingers clean. "This is what mansex is all about. Ignoring society. Ignoring what we're supposed to do. Focusing only on what makes us feel good." "I know," Seth said. His body was pressing against mine. His muscles radiated strength and warmth. I wanted to get back inside of him and pound his hole into submission. But there was plenty of time for that this weekend. For now, I needed to focus on my boy, Cal, and his need for more semen. "You going to cum in him?" Seth asked. "Why? You want it?" "Well, yeah. But I think Cal deserves a load tonight." "You bet your ass I deserve a load," Cal said, laughing. "Give it to him," JP said. "The boy needs a recharge. And you need to give it to him." "Almost there," I said. I didn't have to let my mind wander much to find a suitable fantasy. What I wanted was unfolding right in front of me. I was surrounded by three hot men. Two of them I shared a life with and carried their virus in my blood. The third was new, and I was getting to infect him with that same virus. "Fucking wanna cum in that hot hole of yours." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Breed me again. Re-charge me with your sperm." With Seth right there, it was hard to be as open as Cal and I might have wanted about the exchange of fluids and the deadly virus that we carried. "Give me your load." "He needs it," Seth said. Seth's hunger had been only briefly satiated, and he was going to need another load in him very soon, perhaps even before I was done with Cal. "Come here," Cal motioned to Seth. The young man leaned down, his lips locking around JP's cock, directly opposite from Cal's. "You taste your ass on it?" Cal asked. "Yeah," Seth said. "It's hot." "Fucking hot," Cal said. "Fuck boys," I said. No fantasy I could spin would be nearly as hot as watching Seth find his inner pig. I wondered if he'd even try to keep up with PrEP by the end of the weekend, or give in entirely to his depravity. "You're going to get me off." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Cum in me." JP was staring at me, smiling. "Breed him," he said. "Fucking breed our boy." "Breed our boy," I murmured, as I stopped trying to hold back. I slammed my hips forward, forcing my dick right into Cal's anus. I paused for a moment, then pushed a bit harder, sliding a bit deeper into Cal's body. My balls pulled up close and tight, preparing their payload for delivery. "Breed him," JP repeated. "Breed our boy," I whispered. My hips were pushing me deeper into Cal. I was no longer controlling my actions; the only thing that mattered was my dick, and it was driving everything my body did. My brain was just along for the ride. "Breed our boy," I grunted, as I could barely hold back any longer. "Breed me," Cal begged. "Fucking give me your load." Seth had gotten back to his knees, and was watching the three of us intently, almost like he was taking notes on how a threesome had sex. I hoped that seeing us would push him to think about what he deeply, truly wanted. He wanted to bareback, and he was afraid of AIDS. But, that had been the starting point for the many boys I had infected over the years. Seth was unlikely to be any different. "You're going to cum in him, aren't you?" Seth asked me. All I could do was nod. Every other part of my body was preparing for my impending orgasm. "Breed our boy," I said one last time. Given the buildup, I had expected the orgasm to be a loud, explosive event. But instead, it was a quiet, almost intimate affair. My balls clenched, my cock twitched, and a spurt of cum landed deep in Cal's hole. "Breeding my boy," I repeated. The subtle changes were completely subconscious, done in the heat of the moment. My dick twitched again, and more cum landed in Cal's ass. "Fuck yeah," Cal moaned. "Give me your load. Fill me the fuck up."

With that much crystal meth running through my veins it's hard to keep track of those first few hours. I remember initially going down on a cock as big as a trout attached to a body who rolling belly had FEED ME tattooed on it. I don't want to give bullet-head credit, but the nostril piss created a mucous in reaction to the acidity that coated my throat, in particular the back of my throat that took the brunt of oral abuse, allowing me to swallow Dwayne's carp halfway down my gullet with little trouble. Truth be told I was also into it. I'd never been one for deep throating but my coated throat on top of the threat and (again, truth be told) the excitement of possible castration, got me to service Dwayne like I'd never orally serviced any of the normal-sized boys I'd blown. Dwayne got the royal treatment: a hands-free blow job that took in every inch of his tool. I was lost for what seemed hours inhaling his cock, feeling how good it was to tickle not just the back of my throat but a sizable amount of it going down my esophagus. I think Dwayne was amazed too. He kept pushing my head down in disbelief so my lips collided continually with his hairy bush. Loose hairs that any other time I would have spent minutes trying to pick off my tongue got swallowed up in each thrust down his giant cock. As high as I was I expect he was too, and no one had given him head like I was giving him head. He came fairly quickly but after he came didn't want me to stop. It was only after I start polishing his knob with my fist that he begged me. Judging by the looks on the other's faces, I had done what others hadn't, that is, gone beyond pleasuring this massive beast to the point where he wanted no more of it. That didn't mean by any mean I was finished. Only just beginning. In overwhelming waves of T that weren't subsiding, I blacked out for a while during and after working on Dwayne. I was tripping heavily outside of the reality I was in. For a while I thought I was in a grocery store, that I was the meat being sold and parceled out to various customers. These customers, whenever I could focus, kept coming back to Dwayne, Gary, Old John and the kid. For the most part Old John and Young were wrapped up in each other to the exclusion of whatever was going on in the living room, the boy glued to the father's anus. Gary, after Dwayne hit me up the side of my head telling me to stop polishing his knob, took over and ordered me to lie on the floor. Because of the absolute jumble in my brain, moving from kneeling in front of Dwayne to getting to a prone position on the floor was a major endeavor. Not only could I not understand what a floor was, the position of kneeling was all I could remember ever having done from conception to now. It sounds ridiculous, but I had no idea who "I" was when Gary looked at me, nor could I remember ever having not been in front of Dwayne sucking him off. It's as if I had no life before, only this one, kneeling, having a cock sliding into and out of my gullet. Physical reality, however, took over any lack of brain activity on my part. Gary snatched the reins of abuse once Dwayne had finished. I was continually smacked, my hair pulled, my body punched, until I was on the floor exactly how Gary wanted me positioned. I take it at some point Dwayne was assisting but I never saw him actually slide off the couch and hold down my legs. I do recall, once on the floor, Gary kneeling on my arms, pinning them at my side, hovering his butt over my face. But once his face, specifically his hairy hole went over my mouth and his cheeks covered my eyes, I don't remember much after that, at least not in a linear "this happened next" sense; only a various list of events in random order. The crystal flooded my will, making me pliable to whatever was told to me, moment by moment. If I heard lick, I licked. If I heard eat, I ate. If I was told suck that's what I did. I remember at one point in the darkness a foul taste enter my mouth at the same time a wet ejaculate spurted on my chest, but the memory was quickly replaced with only a residual fetid paste remaining on my lips after I heard an order to swallow. I heard Gary someplace far away saying something long, complicated, yet vaguely family, but all I truly caught was "next time you shit" muffled beneath Gary's soft buns I was worshiping. While this was an intense undertaking that should have made an indelible mark on my psyche, abridging my character to include things I thought I'd never do, actions taken which I vaguely have some memory of but clouded by a quasi-dream state so I would barely know if they happened or I imagined, or even—dare I say—wished they would happen, an even stronger sensation, one that remained in my sense memory from then till now, was occurring within the shaft of my cock. In the darkness of Gary's furry ass, I felt at first a tip of a cold wedge entering me. It was hard and painful as it traveled down my shaft, an unfamiliar sensation as it was unpleasant. Someone was holding my semi-rigid dick in place, while the weight of this object invaded me slowly, tormentingly slow, inch by inch. At some point, maybe halfway down my shaft, four inches now that my cock was fully erect, it occurred to me that it had to be the screwdriver Gary had held while he was on a kitchen stool, previously masturbating himself with. Now he was using it on me. While it travel the length of my cock it finally rested too close to my prostate to feel good. I felt its blade twirl with someone at the top twisting the handle. I howled at the internal gyration it inflicted on my prostate, a exceedingly painful but at the same time arousing sensation that I could barely stand. Barely. My cries of torture were muffled between Gary's cheeks as my head rocked back and forth in denial that this was happening. Then the blade was dragged up and out of my piss slit only to fall back inside with even more violence. There was nothing I could do to stop it. No pleas, or cries abated the abuse. In fact, the more noise I made, the more extreme the invasion became. I felt as my stifled begging surrendered to the abuse, my meat as hard as its ever been, bent up ninety degrees skyward, the screwdriver resting at its furthest depth, it was soon followed by a second intrusion going down my shaft. The two screwdrivers were being manipulated by an expert who know how much a body could take and then pushed to take even more. A third was added between the two already piercing me. I felt the manipulator spread the three of them apart, ripping my urethra to a stretch that was breaking me. I thrashed as the three at once were masturbating me from the inside to the point where, not that it felt good, quite the opposite, but to the point where I felt deep within my balls I was getting close to cumming. The last thing I wanted was the cause of such violence to be the trigger for an orgasm, but when the bullet-headed bastard twisted the flathead blades for a final time and pulled them out all together, I shot like a pubescent's first time. Streams of dick snot erupted long after the tools were withdrawn. My body shook with tremors and after shocks, volcanic eruptions that never seemed to end. In the hours of blackness beneath my captor to this moment of release was an eternity, and in the aftermath of eternity my body collapsed in on itself like a blackhole pulling in everything around it. An emptiness of conscious the void will never fill. When Gary finally crawls off my face it's light outside. Without a word, he and Dwayne leave the trailer with me laying on the floor in a puddle of my own sweat, drool and copious cum. The screen door slams behind them, and I look up to see, almost as a surprise, a very hot naked father and son team grinning down at me, Young John smoking a cigarette, Old John smoking a cigar. I'm primed. As I lay there catching my breath, I can't wait to get between this illicit duo. I feel that at this point there's nothing I won't do. I'll be disabused of that notion soon enough.

Yesterday had a 30 something, straight (wife & kids) over to fuck. As agreed he found the door ajar when he arrived. Went to the bedroom, undressed, put on his wife's underwear, hit the poppers and went on all 4's on the bed. I arrived, had him suck me while I played with his ass. Took of the underwear, licked his ass wich got him moaning. Put some lube on his ass, put my dick against is and pushed in. He feared it would be tight as he hadn't been fucke in a while, but it opened up nicely. Fucked him hard, pulled his hair and called him slut, whore and bitch (wich he loved) than shot a 2 day load up his ass. The little slut never said a word during the whole thing, dressed and went back to his Mrs.

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....

Ben Cheats with Sam – as told by Ben As much as I love Brandon I love variety in sex and love getting fucked bareback by a big dick. Really, bareback is the only way I like it, which is why I was on PrEP when I met Brandon. I fucked around raw so much before I went on PrEP that I am surprised I never got sick. We had only been married about three months and I was already ready for another guy’s dick in my ass, preferably raw. Brandon had left on Sunday afternoon for a one week business trip. Realizing that we were out of beer I ran down to the local liquor store for a six pack. To my surprise and delight I ran into my old college roommate who had recently moved back to the neighborhood. Blond haired brown eyed muscle hunk Sam. Brandon’s 8 inch dick is amazing but Sam’s 10 incher is the biggest I have ever seen (or had fuck me). Sam is uncut, just the way I like it and he had fucked me often while we were in college, always with a condom. He always pulled out to cum, pulling off the condom to jerk off over my ass or belly. I longed to take it bare and to take his load deep up my chute, but he would have none of it, always insisting on protection. We spent a few minutes standing between the rum and the bourbon catching up on all that had happened in our lives in the few years since we had seen each other last. I could not help myself looking. Sam was even hotter than when he was in college. He had obviously been working out and was tanned and buffed. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination and I kept looking at his bulge. He noticed. “So you’re married huh?” “Yes.” “But that doesn’t seem to stop you from eyeing my meat. Looks like you want it!” I looked at him with lust. “Yeah. Brandon and I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t ask don’t tell arrangement. We can fuck around as long as it is safe and we don’t have to tell each other. Since it’s only been a few months I have not done anything yet. With Brandon out of town I have not had a fuck for days.” I looked at his crotch again. The bulge was becoming more prominent. Sam was obviously interested in a replay of those nights in college. Sam was not quite ready to respond to the hint. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go home and jerk off to that bareback porn you love so much. That way you won’t be cheating on your husband.” “Actually, I was thinking more on the lines on what we did in college: Drink beer, listen to music and then do what comes naturally.” Sam grinned “Yeah, remember those days? We fucked a lot. You used to try and get me drunk so that I would forget the condoms and fuck you bareback! I never did give in to you, did I?” “Nope” was my response. “And now I am married with an agreement to abide by.” Sam chuckled. “Yeah! Of course. I also have my rules, just not an agreement.” He paused and looked hard at me before continuing. “How about this: We grab some beers and go to my place. My condo is only two blocks from here. Then we can catch up on old times, drink beer and see what happens.” He looked down at the growing bulge in my pants and said “Based on what your pants are telling me I’ll take that as a yes.” We each grabbed a six pack, paid for it and headed out into the street. Sam was not kidding when he said his place was close. He told me not to bother moving my car and we were unlocking his front door in less than five minutes. So convenient, a bit more than a mile from our house! His condo was sparsely furnished as he had only recently moved in, but it had all the necessary stuff. We sat down in the living room and each of us cracked open a beer. We discussed old times and old friends and what everyone was up to. The talk was getting more and more sexual and I could see that he was getting aroused, and I was getting uncomfortably hard in my tight shorts. Sam stood up. “I’ve gotta piss. Beer is starting to work. Be back in a minute.” As he walked out of the room I marveled how good his muscular ass looked in his tight jeans. While Sam was gone I looked at the Porno DVDs lying next to the DVD player. When we were in college he refused to buy or watch any bareback porn unless it was “Pre-Condom”. Judging from the titles his tastes had changed: “Truckstop Bareback”, “Bare Gloryholes”, “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends”, Cum Loaded” and “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted”. Not a condom movie in sight. Sam returned carrying a couple of hand towels, a bottle of lube and some condoms. He placed them on the coffee table near to us. “I brought some supplies, just in case we decide we need them.” he said with a smirk. I had thought the whole idea was that we were going to fuck so we did need them! He grabbed “Taking Loads: Not a Drop Wasted” and put it in the player. “He turned to me with a grin. “This is one of my favorite porn movies. I love the guys’ attitudes. They’ll take anybody’s dick in their asses.” We grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch to watch the movie. The move was set in an abandoned warehouse. Guys entered one by one and soon the stars were sucking dicks and rimming asses. The movie had barely started when Sam went down on my dick. He was still as good a cocksucker as he had been in college. I watched the movie while he worked on my dick. Quite a few of the guys in the movie had biohazzard tattoos, and soon the fucking started. First it was the biohazard guys fucking each other, and then they started randomly fucking the other guys. Sam stocked sucking and motioned me to go down on him. It was wonderful to get my mouth on his massive cock and taste his ample pre-cum after so many years. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the movie had got to a scene where three bottoms in a line were getting fucked doggy style by three tops with biohazard tattoos. Unlike many movies this one actually had the actors speaking. While I was deep throating Sam’s massive dick and working his foreskin with my tongue I could hear the tops talking dirty were saying how they were going to load the bottoms with their poz cum. Both Sam and I were rock hard by this time and he was leaking copiously into my hungry mouth. He eased me off his dick and looked at me “Ready for some real action? I want to taste your sweet ass.” I got up and went down on the couch on all fours. Within seconds he had his face in my ass crack and was greedily slurping on my hole. I relaxed my muscles and he thrust his tongue as deep as he could go. I was drooling profusely by now leaving a slick puddle on the leather of the couch. This did not last long. “On your back” Sam ordered. I watched as he reached across to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom. He squirted some on his hand and then worked one, two then three slippery fingers into my greedy hole. “You ready for this? I know you want it SO BAD.” He said with a grin, squirting some more lube onto his hand and slicking up his rock hard cock. He wiped his hand off on a towel and then lined up his drooling cock with my hole. Then he did something unexpected; he ripped open the condom packet and rolled the condom over my dick while slowly pushing his way in. There was a brief spasm of pain as his massive meat entered my chute and then extreme pleasure as his bare dick stretched my anal walls and started to slide up into my ass. “I know you’ve always wanted me to fuck you raw.” He said as he thrust in balls deep. “But I always played safe, never did what you wanted. Now I only fuck and get fucked bareback. But you can tell your husband you wore a condom when we fucked.” I burst out laughing, which just made him fuck harder and faster. I had forgotten how well he fucked and I was extremely turned on by his tight muscular body as he thrust deep into my gut. I put my hand on my sheathed dick but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “NO. I don’t want you to waste your cum. It belongs in an ass; my ass.” He was so turned on by the thought of fucking me bareback at last that he did not last long. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck. I’m close. You always had the best hole to fuck but this is so much better.” With that his dick started to spasm and he slammed his crotch into my ass as he started to unload his seed as deep as possible in my colon. “Breeding your tight ass good.” He thrust hard a few more times spewing his load into my hungry cunt. It was really hard to not cum hands free in the condom as the experience was so intense. He remained deep in my gut for a few moments before he spoke. “Fuck yeah. That was hot. And I know you are so ready to cum that if you stick it in my ass you will cum even before you are all the way in. I nodded in agreement. He withdrew his still hard member from my ass and went down on his hands and knees. “Eat my ass before you fuck me” he ordered “Get it good and sloppy so we don’t need lube.” His anus was not the same as I remembered it from college. No longer a tight pucker, his puffy ass lips relaxed to reveal a gaping hole. Sam had obviously been fucked a lot since we had been together in college. As I thrust my face into his tangy crack and slid my tongue into his welcoming hole I heard him say. “Yeah, like it? Not as tight as I used to be because I love getting double-dicked. I can take it real easy now.” I gave a muffled affirmative as I tasted cum in his hole. So he had already been fucked today. He obviously knew what I was thinking. “Yeah, Matt and Josh loaded me after brunch this morning. You’re going to have a slick ride.” His ass was now nice and wet so I got ready to fuck him. I still had the condom on and my dick inside was slick with all the pre-cum that I had been leaking. I pulled it off and lined my fat cockhead up against his ring. As I slowly pushed in I got a thrill from finally getting to do something that I had wanted so many times in college; Get my bare dick in Sam’s needy hole. Sam was moaning with pleasure as I slid it all the way in and past the inner sphincter. I started thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming all the way home to get as deep as I could. Sam sighed.” Fuck yeah, you have no idea how many times I wished your dick was bare when you fucked me in college”. When he said that it took me over the edge and I rammed him balls deep and started loading up his ass. “Fuck bitch, I’ve wanted this for so long: Seeding you good and hard.” In that instant a long held wish came true for both of us. We rested for a few minutes taking in the moment. As I pulled out of Sam’s sloppy hole he joked. “Wrong porn movie. Should have been the Bareback Cheating Boyfriends. One of my favorites. Except it should have been husbands.” As we were getting dressed I asked Sam what had changed his mind about barebacking. It was quite by accident he told me. “About a year ago I met this really hot couple for a threesome. They said they always fucked each other raw but we agreed that when I would fuck and get fucked it would be safe. It did not work out that way and I am sure they planned it like that. We had all fucked each other at least once, me with condoms and Matt and Josh raw with each other but none of us had cum yet even though we had been close a few times. Matt was fucking Josh while I was sucking him. He turned to Matt and said I sucked better when I was being fucked and next thing Matt slid his bare cock out of Josh and slid it up my ass. No condom this time and slick with Josh’s ass juices. It felt so fucking good. Matt must have been really close because he only thrust a few times before I felt his dick swell and he started dumping a massive load in my hole. Then Josh said that since I could not catch anything from him that I could not catch from his boyfriend he wanted to fuck me raw as well and he did. Well, that did it. It felt so incredible that by the end of the evening I had seeded them both and each had bred me twice. They admitted afterwards that they liked hooking up with safe-sex only guys and converting them to bareback in the heat of the moment. I never used a condom since and I must have been bred by more than a hundred guys. Matt and Josh go as bbcpl4loads on the internet.” I wondered about the risks Sam had been taking but I still wanted him to bareback me again. I guess I should have still been on PrEP even though I had never been as good about taking it regularly as I had been about taking loads.

Took my son (23) to a vacation last year. We were at the pool of the hotel, and there was a gay couple pretty close to us, both bearded, hairy guys. Since my son calls me dad when he speaks to me there couldn't be much doubt, that we are a straight father and a straight son. It happened that one of the gay guys and I used the rest room at the same time. We stood at the wall to pee and he didn't mind me noticing that he glimpsed for my cock. I looked back and saw him playing with his cock, which was a pretty huge piece of meat and half erect. He went over to one of the cabins. I followed him and he closed the door behind us. He wanted to go down to suck me, but I pulled him up. So he pushed me down on my knees and forced me to suck his big cock, but I couldn't take it deep cuz it was too big. I stood up and turned around. He whistled in surprise, gave me some spit in my ass creek and pushed his raw cock inside. I had have my routine clean out just an hour ago. So I could take him deep pretty easy. After only 2 minutes he nutted his load deep inside me and left without a word. A few minutes later I was back at the pool with his load still inside me and had a swim with my son. Half an hour later I went to the rest room again. I went into the cabin, left the door half open and waited. After a short while the other guy showed up and joined me. He didn't lose any time, turned me around, made me bend forward, and entered my still creamed hole with one thrust. It took him much longer to finish while his pounding made all the juice dripping from my sloppy hole. Even after he cummed inside me he gave me 2 more minutes of slow pounding. In the end my legs and feet were covered with both guys' juices. I went back to the pool and showered quickly. My son had no clue about what was going on. And only little time later he had to go to the rest room. I saw the first guy following him, and they didn't return for more than 10 minutes. I knew what was going on now and got this confirmed when I saw my boy returning with a half soft boner in his swimsuit. Didn't find out, if he got fucked and if he took a load, but the wet spot in his pants looked pretty much as if his cock was dripping from his own load.

Part 4 “Well boy, looks like it’s me and you now.” I feel Hambone’s boot kick me in the side hard enough to knock me over, and my hat off my head. “I need my boots cleaned boy.” As I’m laying there, in the puddle of piss, I look up at him “Fuck you!” “Now that’s not friendly of you, and here I thought we’d be friends.” He kicks me again. I see Jack getting out of his chair, and approach us smiling. “He giving you lip?” “Nothing I can’t handle.” Hambone replies. “We’ll let the boots go for now but you will be begging me to clean them before I’m done with you.” He grins, I see the tobacco stains on his teeth, and I’m sure he has a wad in his mouth, the others are laughing around us. “Still has some fight in him after all.” one of them says. “Not for long” Hambone says as he reaches down grabs me by the ear and pulls me to my knees. OH that fucking hurts so bad, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction, so I bite my lip to keep from yelling. “Well” he says. When I don’t respond he grabs my head with both hands and jerks it upward. “Time to suck my cock what you waiting for?” I open my mouth, and he jabs two fingers in my mouth with one hand, while holding my head back with the other. “Don’t you dare bite.” He says. “Think your mouth is going to need a little stretching before I can fit” he puts 2 more fingers in my mouth and opens his hand stretching my mouth till I think its going to tear I want to scream, but find I can’t, and I feel like gagging. He pulls his hand out of my mouth and backhands me. I feel the blood trickling down my nose, and taste it in my mouth. “You don’t back talk to me again, understand?” I murmur “Yes, boss” Good, now open your mouth wide and keep your eyes looking at me. Hold it open till I say you can close it.” I do as he says. He spits in my mouth. It stings the open wounds inside my mouth, and I taste snuff, and beer. It’s an odd flavor to me, another man’s spit, I’ve shared mine before with guys, but never them me. He takes out a can of Copenhagen, “Do you dip boy?” I nod yes. “Good” , he pulls his wad out of his mouth and puts it between my lips and gum with his fingers. Then puts a fresh wad in his mouth. I feel like I’m going to choke and vomit at the same time as the juice runs down the back of my throat. The snuff makes me a bit light-headed. “Now suck my cock.” I start by licking the head, “I want it sucked not licked“, and he pulls my head onto his cock. He keeps pulling as it forces my mouth to stretch, it hurts so much, I feel tears running down my cheeks. “Oh, yeah, I love the way that feels, now a little more.” “AH!” It’s everything I can do to keep from throwing up. My head is spinning. I realize it’s only the head in my mouth as he slowly uses me. I hear Jack “WOW.” Through the tears in my eyes, I can see him standing there pulling his own hard cock. I hear the moans from Hambone, and think to myself, I know how that feels myself. He pulls out. “Oh, that was, I almost came, but wouldn’t want to deprive you of ridding on this bone.” “You can close your mouth now.” “Now stand, and turn around.” he commands me. It’s not easy, I stumble some, and Jack catches me. He makes sure I turn around to face him. I realize he’s handing something to Hambone, but can’t see “You’ll fucking love this” Hambone says, and I feel fingers at my hole, pushing in. Jack, holds me from front as I lift trying to get my ass away from the probing fingers. I feel them go in. “Oh, fuck” I say as he moves them in and pulls them completely out then shoves them back in again. My hole is burning, and the fingers make it feel so full. Between the snuff and whatever Hambone’s doing to me, I’m losing my sense of control over my own body, so I close my eyes to concentrate. In only a few short minutes of his fingers stuffing me, I find the pain is subsiding, and I’m trying hard not to moan. But my breathing is short and deep. “I think he’s ready” I hear Jack say, as he pushes my arms over my back. Hambone laughs. “You Ready for my cock boy?” “Yeah, you want it don’t you?” I feel a slap on my ass, “Do you want it?” As the fingers come out of my hole again, I answer him, “yes boss.” I feel him grab my arms and tie something around my wrists. Jack holds my jaw tightly, and makes me look at his face, and into his green eyes. “I think you should ask him for it nicely, don’t you?” “Well?” I feel another slap on my ass, and Hambone’s cock just rubbing against my hole. “Tell him how badly you want it boy.” Jack says as he tightens his grip making it even hard to actually speak. “Please fuck me Hambone.” I say. “ Why should I?” he asks. “you spurned me a few minutes ago, all I wanted was my boots licked.” He’s still rubbing my hole, teasing me ,it feels so good. “What will you do for me?” Hambone asks. “Please fuck me, I’ll do anything you want, please.” I can’t believe I said that. “Even lick my boots clean?” “Yes boss, yes, even that, just please fuck me now.” I feel the head start to slide in It hurts. “Please stop Please no more“, I beg. “Just like a bitch can’t make up their mind.” Hambone says, as he rams the hole length into my ass. I feel like I’m splitting, and going to pass out. “See that’s not so bad is it” as he starts rocking slowly, not giving me time to catch my breath or adjust to the sensations going thru my body. He picks up speed, as Jack holds me for him to pull out and ram it in again, and again. I feel his balls slapping against mine. Jacks own cock is still jutting out of his pants so I bend down and try to suck it to distract myself. It doesn’t work. I’m panting like a dog. I hear Jack, “ Just like a dog in heat, Fuck he wants more of my cock too.”, as he pushes my head back onto his cock. He makes me suck it. In a few minutes the pain gives way, and I start moaning. He stops and pulls out. My hole is quivering it’s so empty without his cock inside me. Jack lets me off of his cock. “Bring him over here.” I hear Hambone say. I look and he’s on the couch pulling his boots off, he has my hat. Jack holds me by my tied arms, tightly and brings me to the couch. Hambone has his pants off, he puts my hat back on my head, and pulls his shirt over his head. He’s naked. He has a decent body, many tattoos, and several scars. His chest is hairy. He lays down on the coffee table. “I want to watch him ride“. He says “Mount up cowboy.” “Lets see you make the 8 seconds.” He snickers Jack helps me get my legs over the table, and positions me over Hambone’s huge cock. The other guys circle around us to watch. They are passing another joint around. I see Magnum still using his camera. I lower myself slowly, just bending my knees enough. “Yeah, impale yourself on that thing for us.” I hear George say. Magnum moves so he can watch over Hambones head as I slowly take the whole cock in my ass. I feel so ashamed of myself, but I do want him back in me, I crave it. I feel a sting as his cock re-enters my hole. I keep going down on it, until I can’t go any further. I push myself back up. “FUCK!” He exclaims. “No woman ever took that much of me.” “Keep going bitch.” I have to arch my back to keep my balance as I go back down. Hambone hits my chest real hard with his fist. “Yeah, you like that cock don’t you Bitch.” “Tearing your own pussy up on my dick for me.” I hear Bill, “Look at how hard he is, definitely likes it.” “Fuck yourself on my pole dude, yeah do it.” Show me that you want it.” Hambone says. He grabs my hips, and starts thrusting deep inside of me. “I’m going to make you mine Bitch.” “Going to plant my seed in your ass.” As his thrusts get harder into me. I feel my own cock betraying me, I get that feeling deep in my balls. And I shoot my load all over his chest, and face. But he keeps going. I am trembling , I can’t hardly stand it. My moans are getting louder. AH SHIT! HERE IT COMES BOY!” and I feel his cock erupt it’s hot load deep within my bowels. He stays hard for a little while longer, just pumping in and out. Until finally he slides out of my hole. I feel his cum running down the side of my legs. Jack unties my hands and helps me off, and onto the floor. I feel so dirty and just kind of curl up in a ball beside the couch. The last thing I hear before I shut down, is Hambone, “Someone throw me a towel, so I can wipe the blood off.” I’m no longer aware of what’s going on around me. It’s not until I hear Magnum telling the other guys, he’ll take care of me, they can leave that I start coming back to the world. It’s daylight outside. Before I realize it he’s sitting there beside me. “You ok there?” What a damn fool question to ask, I think to myself. “I need to get you in the shower.” I feel him lifting me up and walking me but am numb to it, like I’m not really even there. “You’re one of us now.” “I know you hate me at the moment.” he says. He doesn’t know hate, when I recover I’m going to kill each of them in the most gruesome way, I think to myself, maybe skin them like a deer. “And no you aren’t going to kill me. We both know that.” “By the way, I dumped the bitch, and yes I am bi.” I’m barely aware he is talking to me. “If it weren’t for you I would have never known nobody liked her.” What do I care, I think. As he sits me in the shower and turns on the water. I suddenly realize he’s getting undressed. He does have a fine body. “That video will definitely sell, it was such a great idea.” He’s standing there facing me naked. “And of course we’ll blot the faces out, so you don’t have to worry about that. Is he some kind of nut I think to myself. “I have a confession to make.” he says lifting me back up when he gets in the shower with me. “ I did know about you being a guard.” “I know tonight didn’t go exactly like expected, but…” I interrupt in a whisper as I lean against the wall and he starts soaping down my body, “expected?” Well when I first met you I liked you, then when I saw you friended the bar, I checked you out online.” Checked me out, I think, not wanting to speak for the pain in my mouth and jaw. As I feel his hand soaping off my cock, and balls. It’s making me hard. “Let’s turn you around.” I see blood running down the drain mixed with the soap. I am starting to feel the stinging of my body as I turn slowly and the soap hit’s the abrasions on my skin. He soaps up my ass, “Ouch” I yell. “Sorry, but they really tore you up good.” “I probably should have stopped it, but then.” “Should have stopped it, yes” I say in a hushed tone. I feel his hands on my back, he’s being so gentle. The feeling of his hands caressing up and down my bruised and battered body is sending a mix of pleasure and pain throughout me. I can’t concentrate on being coherent. “I check everyone out as well as possible before we invite them to join.” The statement just barely registers from how good he’s making me feel. I‘m almost able to forget the pain, almost.. “And you are right everything is archived online.” “What?” I respond, through the pain in my mouth, not sure I heard him right the first time. “That was some hot story.” he says. “ Story?” I manage to say. “Yeah the one you wrote.” “I figured it was really a fantasy for you, especially when you bought me the beer tonight and used those exact words.” “my story?” “my story” , I whisper to myself. As he rinses me off. I feel the spray of the water, It’s funny how water can make pain go away sometimes. He helps me out of the shower. I notice we are both hard. Magnum grabs a towel and starts drying my body off, he says “I want you to know, I am going to be your sponsor for the next four months.” “my story.” I whisper again to myself, not yet grasping the words. “Nobody but us here tonight know what happened.” “But, I’ll have to explain the,” “shh” he says as he reaches my cock, he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. “AHHHH” “You already did.” he says. “It was a great idea too. Especially considering honesty is one of your faults.” He snickers. “I already posted that you had a couple of bad spills last night trying to ride., like you wrote in the story.” He helps me to his bed. I’m walking a bit bow legged, and every step is a reminder of the state of my body. I lay down on the bed on my back. “I even put in the part about you staying with me for a few days while you recovered. Which you will need from what we gave you anyway.” He climbs up between my legs and starts sucking my cock. Damn that feels so good, I think. I try to move to put my hand on his head, but am just so worn out, I lay there, breathing . He works his way up my body, kissing the bruises, and to my mouth ,and speaks “ So I thought..” This time I do raise my hand and grab the back of his head. “Shut up” I say as I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss. He pulls back up and laughs, then straddles my chest, and puts his cock to my mouth teasing me. I lift my head enough to suck it. Magnum reaches back, “Damn, you are so hard.” He says as he plays with my cock. He pulls his out of my mouth and aligns his hole with my cock, with his back facing me. I watch as my cock disappears up his hole. I feel how hot his insides are, his ass is so tight, and cute. He has a tattoo running up his back, but I really am more enthralled watching my cock as it disappears inside him. He start moving up and down on me, it only takes him a few strokes before I shoot my load in him. Damn, I’ve never cum so soon before. We roll over with my hard cock still planted inside his hole. I drift off to sleep with my arms wrapped around him holding him close to me.

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