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Had my first night in Paris of what I'm calling my tour to be a whore. First stop was Mec Zone, advertised as a small local bar with a dark room in the basement. Not much of a crowd but as long as they were willing to fuck my ass I didn't care who it was. Ordered a beer and then went down in the dark room where one guy who'd been checking me out followed me down the stairs. I immediately pulled down my shorts to show the leather jockstrap that I was wearing and to show that I was available. He came over he felt up my ass, stick his finger in my hole, and then ate me out but it didn't progress beyond that. That seem to be the general theme so after about an hour I decided to move on. Mensch.... immediately upon entering this bar I knew things would be much better… The bartender who was hot and naked with a great Prince Albert informed me that some Americans get nervous when they come here because of the naked policy. I told him I had no problem with that and that I came here to participate so I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap. Got my beer and then headed downstairs to the darkroom and play space area. More of a crowd and this crowd was ready to play. The theme was leather night but most people were pretty naked. While walking around I could feel the eyes on me and I knew things were going to happen. An older gentleman with an average dick size was following me so I leaned over a fuck bench and stuck up my ass in his direction. I've learned the value of that first fuck as it encourages others to follow. Which is what happened that night he entered started going at it and within five minutes shot his load in me pushing it in as far as he could. In rapid succession, five more tops followed with several more loads. I had no idea who was fucking me which I always find exhilarating. I love just being used like that. After that nice little train… I spent the remainder of the evening walking around and having repeats as the crowd did not get really any bigger. Had some time in a sling with a nice couple from Paris. Altogether a great time! The bar closed and being the horny asshole that I am… I wanted more dick up my ass. I get to the point where I feel insatiable...just want more and more. Headed to Krash bar because they stayed open until five and have a dark room. Same procedure… Got the beer and immediately headed downstairs. Mostly drunk and horny guys at this point wanting to fuck but unfortunately too drunk to get hard. Had a couple of good pounding sessions from two African guys Who got me in a booth and had their way with me. They took turns using both of my holes… I'll be sucking one off and the other one would be pounding my hole. One of the Africans had a nice 10 inch dick that I could fit in my hole but not in my mouth. He was merciless in his pounding. They both got off degrading me…slapping my head, shoving on my back to arch further, and showing no regard for my hole except what pleased them. Staggered out into the dawn with cum dripping down my leg and walked back to my hotel. this is my first load post… Let me know if it's too long, what you think, or if you'd like me to continue writing about my trip...thank you.

I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.

Little brother is ready for his first event. We shaved off the 3 hairs on his chests, he will be wearing one of my jock straps my leather boots and a leather collar with a dog leash on him.

It was years ago and I can’t remember where I read it, but someone once wrote that at some point you’ll get to a certain age, and you won’t give a damn that you’re being fucked by guys half your age, guys twice your age, guys young enough to be your son or old enough to be your father. I got to that place pretty quick in life! A few days ago I was in the city centre and jumped on Grindr, but didn’t really see anyone about. I sat down in a quiet spot to see if anyone might turn up. After about 3 minutes, I get a message – check the profile: cute lad, 18, black hair, vers btm and a rower (I think to myself… hmm, strong hands!)… 55 metres away… Him: Hi. You’re close. Horny? Me (liking that he’s upfront) : Yeah. Up for being fucked. Him: Cool. Shall I come over? It slowly dawns on me that the young guy with the headphones sitting barely 20 metres away is this guy. He’s obviously seen me and messaged… So obviously I say yeah. He’s kinda nervous and laid-back at the same time. Guessing because he’s vers btm and I want to be fucked. We’re both wondering where to go, somewhere quiet, because it’s late afternoon in the city centre. Quiet spots are hard to come by… but I know a place about 10 mins walk away. It’s a dead-end alleyway or maintenance access path next to a building not far from a busy public footpath. A bit risky, but is he up for it? Apparently yeah. Well it takes about ten minutes to get there – filled with occasional conversation, but to be honest, we’re both just about the fuck, so this is just killing time – and once there, we scope it out a bit, decided its fine. I lead him down the path and immediately drop my jeans to my ankles (I’m going commando) and pull my vest top over my shoulders so I’m basically naked. ‘I don’t kiss, is that ok?’ he says. Fine. He grabs my cock and runs his hand down my body but I’m already opening his jeans and pulling out his cock. Drop to my knees quickly and slip it into my mouth. It tastes good, about 7.5 inches and quite girthy… I think I’m gonna enjoy this. I suck for a bit and look up, but I can see he’s getting worried about the surroundings, so I use the mixture of spit and precum in my mouth to lube my ass up, then stand up. I think if we stay too long he might get too nervous to fuck. I give him a few reassuring smiles then spin around and present my ass. He slides in quite easily, and starts fucking slow. I remember he’s a vers btm so I wonder how much experience he’s had being a top, but his cock feels good in my ass as he makes long slow strokes with his cock. Pulls almost out with only the head of his cock inside me, and then slowly pushing in as deep as he can, and then repeats, with a slow rhythm of three or four seconds. I normally like it fast and rough but this is interesting. I’m starting to feel good. He’s switching on my buttons now, and I’m starting to get all over body shivers rippling in the long, slow rhythm he takes. This feels new! His extra girth means I am starting to feel him swell inside me as well, and I notice that the rhythm picks up, but not fast or frantic. I’m normally used to the rhythm of a top picking up speed before a cumshot, but the thought occurs to me – and it makes me smile – this guy is rowing his cock into me! This is a rower’s rhythm! I arch my back a little to let him in a little deeper, maybe to encourage him to go faster, but his rhythm is at about once every two to three seconds now, and then suddenly a big warmth inside me. I’m not used to his rhythm so it’s an unexpected cumshot… but of course always welcome. He thrusts in real deep and stops dead, and I feel his stationary cock pulse three or four times inside me with more warm rushes in my ass and belly as he does so. Fuck it’s hot! A week later, even thinking about it, I still have the memory of his pulsing cock in my ass, shooting his cum into me. We’ve been quiet up to now, because of the nearby footpath, but I can’t resist – ‘oh fuck yeah! Fuck I can feel you cumming in me!’ I say, pretty loudly – as he picks up the rhythm again and fucks me for a bit longer, before slowly pulling out. I turn around and see him grinning from ear to ear, looking pretty satisfied with himself. He should be. ‘That’s only the second time I’ve ever done that,’ he says. ‘Guess you liked it, then.’ ‘Fuck yeah!’ I reply enthusiastically ‘You’re good at that!’ We get dressed… well, I get dressed, he just pops his cock back in. He looks like he wants to say something. As we’re walking away back into public, he asks, somewhat circumspectly ‘Is there any advice you’ve got, y’know, about topping a guy?’ My reply is simple: ‘Just do what you did. Because wow!’ …and then we go our separate ways.

Part 5. That weekend was the big event. Matt had returned to town and rekindled his friendship with my boyfriend Jake. I convinced them both I had matured from the earlier days when I was jealous of him, and indeed now that Jake and I had played together with others, that I actually thought the idea of watching him fuck Matt was a big turn-on. My clandestine fuck buddy Dean and I had worked through separate channels to make both of them feel comfortable with the idea of playing raw, something Jake had only ever (intentionally) done with me. All that was left now was the final execution of the plan, the big event. Matt arrived right on schedule, and the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner I prepared - steak and red wine. Conversation flowed freely, and we truly enjoyed each other’s company for a couple of hours. It was easy to see why Jake had remained drawn to Matt - he was smart, funny, and looked sexy as hell in his tight jeans, button up shirt and smart blazer. I still fucking hated the cunt’s guts, and maybe it was his absolute perfection that played into my deepest insecurities. After we finished the last bottle, we retired to the bedroom to get more comfortable. I would have been content to simply watch from across the room, but Jake was adamant that I participate. We are a couple, and it’s important to him that we only play together. We performed our ritual of popping a pill into each other’s mouth (actual PrEP now, no more need for me to play around with that particular deception) and then kissing deeply. This time though, the condoms stayed in the night stand where they belonged. Matt watched and smiled, feeling so fortunate that we were allowing him into our bed for the first time. He commented about how he couldn’t swallow a pill like that without a big production, and I just smiled and told him he didn’t need to - there was no risk involved in what we were about to do. I motioned for him to come join us on the bed, and made room for him between me and Jake. I guided his head toward my boyfriend’s, and watched as their lips met and the fell into a very passionate kiss. It was clear that Matt had waited a long time for that moment, and I could feel his body trembling slightly as he made out with Jake. I ran my hands over his strong, muscular body, and began tugging his shirt out from his pants. I reached around and unbuttoned it, slipping it off his torso, revealing a well-defined smooth chest. Matt’s hands were all over Jake, groping his bulge and exploring his body, something he had no doubt dreamed about for years. As I undid his belt and began removing his jeans, I had to tug hard to get them down over his incredible bubble ass. Those globes were spectacular and I gave them a good squeeze before pushing his jeans all the way off, leaving him naked. He had achieved a similar feat on Jake, and was fondling my boyfriend’s big balls while moaning gently as they continued to explore each other’s tonsils. I watched Matt’s fingers caressing Jake’s ball bag, and only I knew what was currently churning in there, being worked up to a truly life-altering explosion in a little while. I watched as Jake placed his hand on Matt’s head and started to push him down. Matt’s tongue eagerly licked down Jake’s neck to his chest, briefly stopping to suck each nipple before running down over his abs to his crotch. Matt moved onto his knees on the bed as he leaned forward and took Jake’s cock head into his mouth. That left his ass fully exposed to me as I maneuvered in behind him, and I enjoyed the view of that tight, smooth pucker winking at me. I didn’t hesitate, I simply dove in and started tonguing that sweet hole for all I was worth. I heard a low moan erupt from him, muted by the cock being shoved into his throat. As I was eating him out, I looked up over his luscious ass cheeks and caught Jake’s attention. We locked eyes as he guided his friend’s head up and down on his dick and I matched his rhythm with my tongue. Jake mouthed the words, “I love you so much” as we continued our connection. After a few more minutes, I leaned over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I skipped past the half-empty bottle of lube we usually use and grabbed the new one I had ordered especially for this occasion. It was advertised as being slightly numbing. In the few times I had tried it out with Dean, I confirmed that indeed there was slightly less sensation when using it, but I was convinced it wasn’t noticeable if you weren’t aware it was being used. I popped the cap and let a stream run out and down over Matt’s pristine asshole. I rubbed it around with my fingers, then repeated until his hole was nice and slick. I then slid a finger into that tight sphincter and felt him open up and let me in. I started gently, adding more lube as I went, eventually inserting a second finger into him and opening him up further. After it was clear he was pretty desensitized, I started digging a little harder into him, running my fingernail over the inside of his rectum. If he experienced discomfort, I couldn’t tell from his reaction, which was to arch his back and offer his hole up for deeper exploration. I complied aggressively, shoving a third finger in and finger banging him until I noticed slight streaks of pink as I pulled them out. Bitch was ready. I slapped those muscle glutes and pushed him up so he was straddling Jake. I grabbed my boyfriend’s spit-slicked cock and gave it a few strokes, feeling him throb in my fist. I guided Matt’s hole so it was hovering directly above the head of Jake’s dong, which I noticed had a big drop of precum pooled on it. As cock head and pucker made first contact, I felt my cock throb as I witnessed the first cells of Jake’s toxic juice begin to soak into Matt’s unwitting but well-prepared hole. I pressed down on Matt’s shoulder, encouraging him to allow Jake to penetrate him. I watched as first the head, and then inch after inch of raw cock meat slid into that scratched up fuck hole. I could feel my own poz cock leaking into my underwear as I watched a virgin (to raw sex) hole being indoctrinated into a brand new world. Soon, Jake was balls deep in Matt. These two best friends, who secretly lusted after each other for years, one with more than just lustful feelings, finally consummating their relationship. And cementing their bond in a way that neither of them understood in the moment. I went to the chair across the room and stripped out of what remained of my clothes and began to stroke my cock as I watched Matt begin to ride Jake’s cock. I looked to my left at the table next to my chair, where I had left my laptop on. I saw the tell-tale white light emanating from the webcam, and saw that the skype call to Dean was still active. I pictured him in his bedroom, stroking his cock as he watched the result of our months of collusion come to fruition. I made sure to position my cock so that it would be just in the frame of the shot, but not obscuring the action happening across the room - those two completely oblivious to anything else happening, just reveling in the moment they were enjoying together. I watched their lips join again, the kissing so passionate and heart felt. I almost felt a moment of guilt as these two expressed deep and true emotion for each other, but then I remembered all those feelings from early in our relationship, when Matt was just so present in our lives, always in Matt’s thoughts or in our space, unwilling to let the two of us be together. Knowing I had to get rid of Matt one way or another so I could be with Jake, and thinking I had succeeded until he returned to our lives. Well, what was about to transpire would end their relationship once and for all, that’s for sure. The moans increased as Matt hovered over Jake, and I watched my boyfriend grab his friend’s hips and thrust into him violently. Matt was hollering “Harder! Deeper!” and nothing Jake did could satisfy him. Jake sat up, throwing Matt onto his back, lifting his legs, and began piston fucking him, deep dicking him with every stroke, I heard their bodies clapping together in an ever-faster rhythm. Jake looked over at me and saw me stroking my cock, and giving me a little wink and a smile, returned his attention to his new lover. He looked deep in Matt’s eyes, and said, “I’m getting close. I’m going to shoot my cum into your hole. Are you sure?” and Matt just grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. He screamed, “I’ve never felt so good. I feel like my life has changed with this fuck, and I need you to share your load with me! Now that I’ve had my first bare fuck, nothing will ever be the same!” With those words, I could sense Jake crossing over the edge, and hearing Matt’s recognition sent me there too. Toxic cum spewed from both my and Jake’s cocks at the same time, mine all over my belly and chest, some even hitting my face, while Jake’s was planted deep in Matt’s bowels, no doubt taking root immediately in the roughed up crevices. Matt spewed all over himself without touching his cock. As they recovered and their breathing returned to normal, I joined them on the bed and cuddled up to them, the three of us spooning and caressing gently. I nuzzled my face in from behind Matt and whispered in his ear as he drifted off to sleep, “You have no idea how true your words are.”

The new boy told me know last night so I placed him in bondage with Electrodes on his cock and balls then inserted a large electro plug in his ass before diapering him. He whimpered and cried for 2 hours. Now he is just drooling and begging for it to end and be over with. I am sure he will agree to wear the collar and pad lock when he is let up. If not he can spend the week like this and I will BREAK him.

My hot sexy POZ leather Daddy cried out in wicked pleasure and animalistic triumph as his huge full nuts contracted and began spewing their diseased and chemmed up cargo into the hole belonging to the sub btm pig boi whose own cries and moans of need and pleasure mixed with Daddy's. That hole that less than an hour ago had never had anything more than a toy, a tongue or fingers in it. That hole that was deliciously virgin and neg when the pig it belonged to walked through our door a couple of hours ago. That hole which now belonged to Daddy and the dark sensual seed it had just taken willingly (with some intense help from T!). That's the hole Daddy continued to fill up and defile with his generous dirty load as he continued to pant and growl, grinding his hips into the sweating parTyed up pig on the couch beneath him. As I watched and listened to the two men in front of me, both giving themselves over to the erotic physical pleasure they were receiving from and giving to each other, I stroked my own hard throbbing cock, slippery now with the copious amounts of precum which had oozed out of my piss slit as this performance played out before my eyes. Another neg hole conquered by Daddy, Tina and suppressed desires unleashed. Another notch among many in Daddy's growing list of neg holes transformed. Daddy's desires were dark and sweet and perfect! Trevor was the third turning that Daddy has included me in. I was ready to add my own toxic venom to the fresh one Daddy had just deposited into this naïve out-of-control pig's cunt, but I was enjoying this part of their fuck so much...I knew I could wait. Trevor wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. **More to cum soon, guys. Just needed this short chapter as a bridge to more hot sex and parTying!**

Part 4: CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - the hot pipe smoke filled my lungs, hit after hit - then a needle burned into my veins and filled me up. “You ready to be a slut?” shadow man asked as his charged load burned in my guts, “Ready for that hole to be used by every part of NYC society and filled with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a month?” I could only moan in agreement as the drugs kicked in and my ass craved some more dick. Today was Monday and I couldn’t wait for the rest of the week! I had some idea of what was planned as shadow man - the hotel worker who I pinged when I planned my vacation to NYC so I could get his anonymous load - had taken me far beyond my safety net. Now he planned to kick me across the fucking court. The padlock that held my new, leather hood in place jangled as I shook my head, trying to fight the waves of drugs and I heard shadow man say again, “YOU READY FOR THIS BBC NUTT? YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH! POZZING THAT WRECKED HOLE GOOD WITH THIS ANONYMOUS DICK. YOU WILL NEVER - EVER - FUCKING SEE MY FACE BUT YOU WILL FEEL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU WON’T SEE ANY OF THEIR FACES - HUNDREDS OF MEN WILL FUCKING USE THAT ASS AND NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE WILL BE SEEN BY THOSE FAG PUSSY EYES. GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW TO OBEY - OTHERWISE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO SEW THOSE PEEPERS SHUT. BEG FOR THIS NUTT - BEG FOR THIS POZ DICK - BEG FOR ME TO BREED YOU WITH AIDS CUM!!” Someone cuffed my head hard, “Fucking focus fag bitch!” There was something off about the tone, the voice, the ‘toughness of it’ - oh yeah, this must be one of the Wall Street dudes. Some moneyed, married, top trying to do the down low fuck. I was too high to come back with a witty remark and it really didn’t matter. Today was Monday and I was being a cum dump for the men in fancy suits. A willing ass pussy. A boy cunt. A creampie oven. Whatever the fuck they wanted to call me. So the shadow man’s voice in my head must have been a replay of the moment when he impregnated me with his last load. I might have been high, but my senses were on overload and I could smell the coke and drug sweat coming off the man fucking my hole. His breathing/panting sounded like he had fluid in one lung. I could feel the racing of his heart as he laid his chest against mine and pounded my asshole raw, hard, and as deep as he could. I wanted it so bad! I needed that big dick deeper! My ass was filled, the Wall Street guy yanked out, zipped up, chatted with one of shadow man’s men as he paid his bill and got what sounded like a brown paper lunch bag that contained his to-go order of coke for the week. A door opened, closed, opened again, “You got my stuff?” someone asked. “Is that cunt wet - you know I like them wet, sloppy,” muffled conversation, then hands rubbing on me, “Here. Snort this. Now lay back and show me that camel toe so I can coat it with some snow. Damn that’s good. Make that cunt burn. Let me in there, take this dick, damn cunt whore, sloppy cunt, damn...damn…” Another load dropped. Another happy customer. That was how the rest of Monday went - all day and into the night - anonymous man after man came through, picked up their coke, used my ass, bred me, and filled me with cum. Some offered me a snort, or booty bump; others did not even speak a word, just took my ass and were done. The trail of men all blurred together like some lonely highway in the middle of the Great Plains, except for one. He came near the end of the day. I was lying on my back on the hotel room bed, my feet up on the edge, legs splayed apart so he could glimpse my dripping crack. Shadow man’s guy who served as my prison guard, had made sure I had been kept hydrated and escorted to the bathroom when I needed, but beyond that, he didn’t speak to me or even touch me, which drove me fucking mad as I wanted more dick. There had been a long break and I thought maybe we were done and my guard kept mumbling about the fucker who was late. The door opened, closed, and someone said - in a voice laced with power and force, “Get out.” My guard mumbled, the voice yelled, “GET THE FUCK OUT NOW OR ELSE I TAKE MY BUSINESS - ALL MY BUSINESS ELSE WHERE.” A large hand grabbed my ankle firmly, squeezed, and then released. The man slid his hand up and down my right calf, then my left. “Roll over,” he said. I did. “Get on your hands and knees and present that hole,” and I obeyed that command too. I heard the latch on a belt buckle release, the slide of high-end leather against tailored wool, the intake of breath as Wall Street eyed what I had to offer. His voice was disarmingly calm, “Let’s make a deal. You have three options on the table. One - you can suck my dick, but that’s all you get in return, just the chance to taste my BWC - my BIG WHITE COCK. Two - you suck my BWC, then get back and stay just like that and I will jack off and give you a back shot. Or three - you answer a question honestly and if you do, you get to choke and gag on my BWC while I whip your ass with my belt and coat the stripes with some Grade-A coke. I will then fuck you like you have never been fucked before and will take you like I take my girl and fill you deep with my baby maker as I vent all my anger, frustrations, and desire into your body in the best no-limits fuck by the best white dick you will ever experience.” Well, I almost laughed as clearly this guy had not gotten the memo. I was being a drugged up, fucked out, raw pussy boy hoe - which option did he think I would choose, but nice of him to ask I guess. “I’ll take option three,” I said with full confidence, “So you doing a hostile takeover with that BWC or is this going to be like date night or some woosie shit?” WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! The leather belt cut sharp and deep across my white cheeks and the sting broke through the coke high and sent my hormones soaring. His voice took on a darker tone, “Looks like I may need to consider an addendum to this deal and give you some lessons in how to properly serve a BWC MASTER!” WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! WHACK - WHACK - WHACK! I relished in that moment between the contact of leather to my skin and the sharp sting that followed. My back was arched, my hands folded into claws to grip the bed beneath like a shot from a Wolverine movie as Wall Street showed me just what might be in store with this deal. I was determined not to let him hear me beg, plead, or whimper and naturally have a good tolerance for pain and when high - well fuck - he would only hear me cry if I wanted him to. He stopped. The leather belt was placed on the bed beside me as he undressed. The buckle jangled as he picked it back up, “I only do hostile takeovers,” he said. “Now, for my question. I can get you out of here, right now. They won’t stop me. So tell me honestly - do you want me to help you escape and are they doing this against your will?” My heart fluttered and for a fleeting moment I considered all that shadow man had told me, and what might happen if I stayed. I now had a chance to go back home. To live my normal, sane life, and to be free. Instead, I replied, “Fuck, yes, they are doing this against my will, but that’s the point - right? And thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want your help to get out of here. What I want is for you to quit fucking talking, put that belt to work, then show me what that BWC can do. I’ve had some pretty good dick already - and understand there’s more to come - so make sure I remember you.” Wall Street laughed, “Good answer. If you had said yes, well…” I sighed in pleasure as my guard finally banged my ass rough, raw and dropped a load. He was working on adding a second - giving me chocolate/white swirl as Wall Street’s cum was still in me - when shadow man came in. As soon as his man was done, shadow man slammed right in, “YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH. I’BEEN WAITING ALL GOD DAMN DAY TO GET UP IN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY. YOU’D THINK THAT PUSSY WOULD BE GAPING AFTER ALL THE DICK YOU TOOK TODAY BUT FUCK NO! IT’S SWOLLEN, PUFFY, BRUISED, AND CLINGING TO MY SHAFT LIKE A FUCKING LEECH! CAN YOU FEEL THAT? NO? WELL FUCK I DON’T WONDER - NOT WITH ALL THE POWDER THAT I HEAR’S BEEN SHOVED UP IN THERE YOU FUCKING SLUT BUTT. TIME TO POZZ YOU UP SOME MORE YOU WORTHLESS FAG WHORE. HERE COMES MY AIDS - FUCKING THROBBING AIDS NUTT FLOODING YOU OUT - JESUS YES BITCH TWITCH TAKE MY CUM!” Rivulets of cum were seeping out of my ass as shadow man lay on the bed beside me. He smelled of sweat and sex and weed and dirt and general man filth. Fuck it was awesome! Shadow man reached over and slapped me on my chest with the palm of his right hand making me flinch, “God damn, you got a good hole. Remember, this was only Monday. So give me that arm, time for you to get some rest. Tomorrow you got some rough dudes coming through, not these uptight motha-fuckas. A hot prick of the needle, the cold juice flowing into my veins - and I was out. Tuesday began with another shot and within seconds I was wide awake and ready to run a marathon. I still had the leather hood on, so just waking up and not being able to see and everything being dark and pretty disorienting. It took me a minute to focus on what I was being told and to get my senses shuffled into some kind of order. “Give me that boy hole,” someone said. I was rolled onto my stomach as some man jammed his prick into my hole and fucked me hard and quick like we were going to get caught by the principal or something. He was a 30-second nutt, came, pulled out, rolled me back over, tapped my arm, and jabbed me. “Boss says this will get you set for the day and that I’m supposed to remind you to watch that mouth. These folk ain’t playin and sooner shoot you then fuck you. The main event here is the dope we slingin - not your faggedy ass - so understand that shit. You mouth off - you get capped. Plain and simple.” Jesus - they really needed to work on their ‘team motivation’ speech. In the brief respite I had before the day began I briefly realized I was hungry and could not remember when I had ate last. Suddenly a bunch of worthless statistics popped into my head from watching cable TV - you can go like 3-weeks without food, but you have to have water or fluids. Over 60% of the human body is water. I didn’t have to worry about that. My guards were always handing me a plastic bottle of something, which I think was Gatorade, or some sort of flavored water. I was sitting on the bed thinking about that when KNOCK - KNOCK KNOCK - KNOCK. The door opened and a couple of guys came in. While it sounded like two continued to speak with my guard, the third came over to me, mounted me without a word and began fucking me hard and raw focused on getting off. While the shot had kicked in I was jonesing for some coke, or crack, or something else as I felt all itchy inside, but the phat dick in my ass was a good distraction. One down, two more to go, and I was disappointed when both declined the offer and just settled for their stash of drugs to sell. So the day went and I was not impressed. Shadow man had said, “Tuesdays are for the thug homies with that diesel dick who can make it rain. A little dope, smoke, snow, and they get a private hour to use that side snatch. All them niccas be armed and dangerous so you gotta watch your mouth and what you do and fucking play along with any shit they want and they’ll leave that hole so sore you can’t walk.” Well from what I had seen, they were just a bunch of bottoms with big dicks - where’s the men? Well, I spoke too soon. My guard spoke with fear and nerves reverbing in his voice, “The next crew scares the shit out of me man. They’re Dominicans and can be testy fuckers! They’re our #1 crew though so you best be doing the boss right.” OK, whatever. There was no incessant knocking, no demands, just a quiet tap on the door. My guard quickly opened it, I could hear several men, and then one spoke clearer and louder than the rest. “This the hoe? Go on boys - inspect that white snatch - let us see what we got on the menu today. Damn - looks like somebody been takin liberties. Check out them ass cheeks. You mark it up like bro? No? Ohhh - yeah those white fuckas be crazy as shit. Naw we ain’t down for that and you know what? It’s those little dick fuckas that be into the slapping, the spanking, the leather and chains and crazy cuckoo shit. We got no need for all that. We swinging the real shit. Man meat. But it’s cool. You always got the set up man. Good, good. The boys and me here been saving our drippy dicks for a white pussy hoe cum dump. Time to pour some sour milk on them apple jacks!” Rowdy laughter, multiple sets of hands, my body pulled and touched and tugged in too many directions at once. I gathered it was their leader who knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs, as he continued to speak, “You trying to get marked? Violated? Fucking answer me!” SLAP! “Huh? We need to release some Mama Juana - you know what that is? No? Fuck boys - we got us a fresh one. Well get ready to get that ticket punched cause you going on the Dominicans gangbang fuck train.” The gang leader bent me over the bed and slammed his juicy, uncut dick in my ass. I squeaked like a chew toy from PetsMart and he laughed, “Yo boys, looks like we may need to come back later with our kennel. Got us a real bitch in heat here that sounds like he needs that knot!” He had a gigantic dick and every stroke tickled my prostate. “CREAM ON THIS DICK. THAT’S IT - COAT MY STICK WITH THAY BUSSY JUICE. SLICK ASS LIPS LETTING ME GLIDE DEEP UP IN THERE. GIVE YOU SOMETHING YOU CAN FEEL. HELL AFTER A FEW SNORTS OF THAT GOOD BLOW - A HOLE IS A HOLE. YOU A HOLE? A HOE HOLE? FUCKING SLUT! FILLING YOU WITH THIS CARIBBEAN NUTT! SPINNING THAT SUGAR CANE! GET UP THERE BOY - WORK THAT NECK WHILE I BUST THIS PUSSY OPEN. PUNCH THE BITCH - LET’S PLAY SOME KNOCKOUT TAG AND TURN THIS WHITE HOE INTO A SECTION 8 PROJECT WE KNOCKING DOWN WITH OUR WRECKING BALLS!” My bell got rung from both ends and six ways to Sunday as each of the Dominican thug, gang bangers rape fucked my hole and bred me with hot, sticky nutt. Before I knew it, I was conscious again and my guard - I think the same one from Monday from his voice - told me it was Wednesday - the day the construction crews who just want some cum dump ass to fill up without hearing a bitch complain come by and use a gloryhole to fuck a meat puppet. I still had the leather hood padlocked over my head and it was itchy as hell, but a few snorts of coke, some white roughly jammed up my ass, and whatever the fuck they shot up my veins made me only think about dick. They even had to force feed me some liquid. I tried spitting it back out. It tasted like goat’s piss, but a few slaps and I swallowed and it felt like lead in my stomach. I was escorted out of the room I had been in and I assumed taken down the hall. I was hoisted face down into some sort of harness/sling and a few adjustments of cables and pulleys left my legs splayed, my hole open poking through a sheet of plastic hanging from the ceiling and waiting for whatever anonymous dick came through. I didn’t have to wait long and all fucking day it was one raw dick after another just slamming my ass raw through the plastic gloryhole. There was nothing overly special or that I remember as my guard kept shooting up my veins, but there were A LOT of men. My legs were goopy and sticky and crusty with man cum when I was finally taken out of the sling. By Thursday I was tripping. I mean I was like imagining unicorns and Skittles and rainbows and shit. The pangs of hunger had turned to a dull ache I could only feel if I really focused, which was near impossible as I was puking my guts out from whatever drugs they had shot me up with. My guard even called shadow man back to the hotel room. While shadow man showed up at the end of every day to breed me and give me his AIDs load, this was the first time he came back as they were prepping me. He said I was dehydrated, someone named Doc came by, a couple IV bags later I was raring to go. Shadow man reminded me that Thursday was when, “The MOFO big dicked bandit street types will roll in. These guys are real gangbangers and like me, enjoy using a white bitch twitch and going balls to the wall for that extreme R&B - raping and breeding...Ex-cons, sex offenders, repeat offenders…” These dudes were all serious dicking specialists and some twisted ass freaks! Of course the thug who had choked me out in the bathroom before came back for another round that was even more intense, but beyond him, there was one I wanted to just keep serving. He called himself the East Side Strangler and had a GIGANTIC dick. He at first took his time, teasing me, holding me down, slapping, a little light choking, scratching my ass, mouth with his long nails as he hummed and occasionally sing-songed, “Juicy booty - fruity tootey….juicy booty - fruity tootey…” He then pulled some rough hewn rope out of a bag and bound my ankles and wrists together as he continued to hum. Next he started to finger my hole with a terry cloth towel. I assumed he was just trying to dry off the edges as he did not want to taste the load that had been left up in there. I then cried out as he started to stuff the end of the towel into my open hole with two fingers, then stuffed some, like he was packing an open wound. I was squirming then my body went rigid as he yanked the packed towel out of my hole in one, quick, tug. The pain made me pant hard as he chuckled. I tried twisting away to no avail as he just straddled me, sitting on my back facing my ass and ankles, as he continued to pack and pull pack and pull. Each time, getting it a little deeper, making hurt a little more. Satisfied, he laid his big body on top of mine, his left elbow under my throat, and began pushing his massive dick into my torn up hole. I began to moan and whimper and he squeezed tighter, “I KNOW THAT NICCA CAME THROUGH EARLIER AND CHOKED YOU OUT. THAT’S PUSSY LIGHT SHIT. FUCKING AMATEUR HOUR. I’M THE EAST SIDE STRANGLER AND I TAKE MY TIME, WILL KEEP YOU JUST AWAKE ENOUGH TO FEEL ME RAPE THAT PUSSY OPEN. FEEL YOUR BODY BENEATH MINE AS YOU FIGHT TO BREATH STAY AWAKE. I’M THAT BIG DICK DROPPA, BOSS DICK RAPIST, THAT NICCA JACK-THE-RIPPER. I SLICE AND DICE PUSSY, AND FAG PUSSY LIKE YOU GETS THE 4-HOLE TREATMENT AS WHEN I SEND YOU OVER THE EDGE YOUR BODY WILL LET ME IN EVEN DEEPER. ONLY WAY I CAN GET BALLS DEEP. EVEN THOSE FREAKS WHO CLAIM THEY CAN TAKE A BIG FIST CAN’T TAKE ME ON THEIR OWN. GONNA MAKE YOU CREAM ON THIS DICK AS I FUCK THAT PINK PUSSY CUNT TO DEATH. YEAH HURTS DON’T IT. LOVE FEELING A BODY SHAKE AND QUAKE BENEATH ME AS I DIG DEEPER. I’M ONLY SATISFIED IF THAT HOLE LOOKS LIKE IT GOT HIT WITH A BLENDER WHEN I PULL OUT - FLAPPING SKIN, BLOODY, PUFFY AND SWOLLEN AND THICK WITH MY DICK JUICE. TAKE A BIG BREATH IN FOR ME - THAT’S IT - NOW FIGHT ME BITCH! KNOCKED THE FUCKING AIR OUTTA YOU AND RIPPING THAT SECOND HOLE. FEEL THAT? COURSE YOU DO. TIME FOR THAT THIRD HOLE RING TO GET BROKEN - FUCK YEAH! NO, NO, NO CRYING OUT NOW. SHUSH. SHUSH - THERE YOU GO - FEEL THE DARKNESS CREEPING IN - BODY AND SOUL. I’M ONLY ABOUT HALF WAY IN AND I THINK FOR THIS PART, I’LL LET YOU FEEL HOW A TRUE BBC OWNS A PINK PUSSY.” East Side man slid his arm out from under my neck, raised himself up off my back, pulled his hips back, “1...2...3!” and slammed my open hole as hard as he could. He went deeper, but apparently not as deep as he wanted as he pulled back, “1...2...3!” and slammed me again. My body was shaking from the intense pain, “GOD DAMN FAGGOT ASS IS MINE - MINE! TIME TO RIP YOU GOOD - HERE YOU GO - TAKE THIS DICK - TAKE IT - 1...2...3!” With practiced moves, he dropped his body back down on mine and slid his arm back under my neck and squeezed, “SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR TIGHT HOLE - READY TO HIT THAT BOTTOM AND WHEN I DO LIGHTS OUT FUCKA - FUCK YEAH - HITTING THAT FINAL WALL - YOU READY - NIGHTY NIGHT WHORE CUNT!” There was something wrong. I shook my head. The guy who was fucking me was not on my back now, but what the fuck? He was humming, “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU? I CAN TELL CAUSE YOUR PUSSY’S JUST QUIVERING FOR MORE. I CAN TELL YOU AIN’T NEVER BEEN FISTED BEFORE, SO ONCE YOU WERE OUT AND I HAD BLOWN MY FIRST LOAD, FIGURED WAS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY TO TAKE CARE OF THAT TOO. FEEL THAT? SEE WHEN I OPEN MY HAND INSIDE YOU I CAN TICKLE AND SCRAPE THOSE WALLS, OR BALL MY HAND LIKE THIS AND REALLY BREAK OPEN YOUR RING. ALTHOUGH, SINCE MY DICK ALREADY BEEN DOWN THAT ROAD YOU WAS ALREADY PRETTY MUCH BROKEN. ON THE COUNT GOING TO PULL MY HAND OUT - LET YOU FEEL WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT - 1...2….3!” Holy fucking Christ and before I could move he stuck his hand back in, “YEAH BITCH PUSSY - YEAH. I THINK THIS TIME I WILL GO BALLS DEEP IN ONE STROKE, REOPEN ALL THOSE RIPS, LET YOU GO NIGHTY NIGHT ALL ON YOUR OWN, THEN WILL TAKE MY TIME AS I STRANGLE THE FUCK OUT OF YOOU AND WORK OUT A FEW MORE LOADS. I GOT HOURS LEFT STILL ON THE CLOCK AND YOU ARE MINE. LUCKY YOUR MAN SET SOME RULES, ELSE WE’D HAVE GONE TOTALLY EXTREME.” “Come on now you white bitch twitch,” shadow man’s voice said, “Wake the fuck up. I want you to know I’m POZZING that phat ass and I sure the fuck ain’t carrying you to the shower.” I groaned. I felt like I had been hit by a 747. Every muscle ached and my entire abdomen felt tender, swollen, bruised and then I remembered bits and flashes of the rest of the night before with the East Side man. He was an extreme fuck and just thinking back to what I could remember made my dick fill up. Shadow man grunted, “Come on now, get the fuck up. I just planted some toxic nutt up in that ass. I was concerned he might have really fucked you up last night and last thing I would have hated to do is have to put you in a taxi and have them drop you off at the hospital. But a shot to make you sleep, a fucking entire tube of Preparation H, and that hole seems like it’s good to go. Well, for what I need it for anyways. That hoe pussy is gaping and is beat up for damn sure, but my Harlem homies who will be coming today expect that. They also know you been a fuck-hoe all week so will take full advantage and maybe will do some double dickin and shit. The Legendary Cream Team is all about making a hoe know they been fucked and nutted. Come on now. I’ll use the shower wand to hose you down. The homies like a hoe who smells like nutt, but you a few days worth of funk built up. Time to scrape some of that shit off.” A short time and a couple of bottles of Gatorade later, I was sitting on the couch in the hotel room, a glass pipe to my lips as one of shadow man’s friends started to tap a vein so I could spin out and get ram busted by the Cream Team. All I could think about was having a big dick in my ass. Maybe that sense of satisfaction is why guys wear butt plugs? I had never understood that before then, but while that might stuff you, I had lots of hot blooded raw meat ready and willing to keep me full. “Yo man, you need a clean needle?” someone asked. “Fuck no. This a Red Cross hoe blood bag. Dirty needle, dirty juice, and I got some burning drip to donate too.” Hour after hour I was fucked, bred, and drugged out for their pleasure. The smell of sweaty, grimy, high top fuckers was intoxicating! Shadow man has just emptied his bladder down my throat and was now rutting like a demon dog as he mounted me from behind, “Bitch pussy so fucking sloppy. Nasty hoe! You got so much fucking diseased nutt in you like a science project gone wrong. Ready for some more? Well, it’s Saturday and while some of the homies will probably swing back through - greedy fuckers - today is all about the worst of the worst. I got a line of about four dozen homeless dudes and crack house drug addicts - all veiny and wasted who will fill you up with so much fucking disease. The worst of the NYC streets. I’ll be down the hall taking care of whatever goods they stolen this week to fence, and then they get to use you as a bonus. You’re such a hoe that all you good for now is homeless dick. But don’t worry. I got some true horse dicked fuckas who plan to rape you good too. Today is more about the infected dick, so yeah, some little peters thrown in too. By the end of the day you’ll be ready for another round with my man the East Side Strangler. Horny nicca been blowing up my phone for a repeat and this time I told him no limits - well almost none. You ready to get coated inside and out with homeless and druggie piss, nutt, spit, and sweat? Game on motha-fuckas!” The first homeless man I could literally smell the second he stepped into the room, it was that bad. He bent me over the bed and wasted no time filling me with cum. One after another they came through. Some pissed on me on the bed, others wanted to kiss and caress and touch before they fucked me, while others were minute men who got hard, slammed, bred me, and bounced. “Tell me what you’re giving me!” I started to demand after the fourth or fifth guy and that really seemed to turn them on. Some didn’t respond, but others it made their dicks extra hard. They liked that I was a ‘nasty bitch’, and had no problem bragging about what dangerous infection they were giving me. None of these guys had drugs to share, but one of shadow man’s crew kept me lit up and spun out. I even got back to back loads from a couple of them, including a true horse hung fucker who loved that I begged to be rape fucked and to have my pussy bleed for him. Far too soon the homeless guys and street druggies stopped coming. I was fed some liquid, another vein tapped, and the guy said, “Special request. This shit will cut through all the rest and sober you right up.” Fuck - it’s one thing to crash and come down off a high naturally but to be yanked out was brutal. I was trying to focus on breathing and the sense of virtigo when I felt someone get up on the bed behind me, a big arm wrapped around my neck and squeezed, “YOU READY FOR ME?” the East Side Strangler asked. Sunday was checkout day according to shadow man. My week being a hotel hoe was done. He had said, “When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat.” I didn’t really know what that meant and was trying to figure out a way to convince him to let me stay. I mean I had taken everything he had thrown at me and then some right? I was sitting on the end of the bed wringing my hands, running through the scenarios in my head from crawling and begging to offering him anything. The hotel room door opened, closed, someone walked close. “Bend over the bed and show me that cunt faggot,” the man demand. He began using a long, sharp nail to scratch extra hard at the ring of my ass, quickly making it bleed. He then paused, dabbed at it, and I could hear him jacking his dick when he asked, “What’s your name?” He was the first man all week who had asked that. I replied and asked him his. HE LAUGHED, “NO. YOU HAVE NO NAME ANYMORE.” THEN AS HE GRABBED MY HIPS AND DROVE HIS THICK, DRY, RAW DICK INTO MY TENDER ASS HE SAID, “MY NAME IS THE STEALTH BOMBER.” (To read the adventures of the Stealth Bomber, go to: https://breeding.zone/topic/17169-the-stealth-bomber-episode-1-welcome-to-the-poz-team/) STAY TUNED FOR FINAL CHAPTER OF HOTEL HOE DOWN. (*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!)

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WARNING: Some graphic content 2003 My first boyfriend and I were not really getting along too well anymore. I met Jerome on a website which catered to kinky guys and barebackers. I had a fantasy about a guy cumming in my eyes because I'd read that it was dangerous. He ended up cumming in every hole I had. He was a poz gift-giver on a mission, while I was a young, new bug-chaser. We were together for almost a year and yet my HIV tests kept coming up negative. He took it hard, felt like a failure. I was fine with things. Maybe I was lucky or immune or something. Who knows? He suggested I take a fresh syringe of his blood and inject into my veins, but that didn't seem particularly sexy to me. And I hate needles. We continued to fuck raw for another month before we both decided it was time to call an end to the relationship we both knew had gone past its expiration date. I was upset at first...the man who took my virginity and was my first boyfriend was gone. I missed him. I missed his dick too. I was back to square one in my romantic life. At least we'd parted on friendly terms. We talked almost every other day. He'd successfully impregnated a guy a few weeks ago and that revived his ego quite a bit. He called me with his happy news. "Are you still looking to get knocked up?" "I guess I am. That's been my goal for a long time." "Well, I know a guy who has never failed at converting neg guys, He's probably not your type, though. He's not a good guy. Word has it that he fucks innocent teens -- like in high school. That ain't cool in my book. He is rude and mean. And he always smells like grease. His family owns a chicken restaurant and he works there all day." "Sounds like scum...can't wait to meet him!" "You're dedicated, alright. Give me some time and I'll set something up." A few days passed before Jerome called me back. "Ever been to 'Saturn'? It's not a great bar, but he goes there after work every night. I called him and told him about you. He seemed agreeable to meeting you." "When?" "Meet me there on Friday night at 10:00. He'll show up sometime around 11, but I need to prepare you for him first." I forgot to even ask what his name was. Or anything else. My life had gotten so boring with no sex that I was just glad for the semi-promise of adventure. When I first saw Jerome sitting alone at a table, my heart ached a little. He was so special to me for a year. He'd already ordered us a pitcher of domestic beer. I sat and glanced at my watch 10:13. "You're late. And I should have warned you not to wear a watch or anything else expensive. He'll rip you off." "But who is he? Tell me about him." "He's got some kind of foreign name that I can remember. He's Turkish and everybody calls him 'The Turk'". "Oh." "He wants people to call him 'The Big Turk', but he's not that big, actually. He tries to look tall and built, but he's fairly average in size. I trust you to be smart around him....mainly because he just walked in. Shit - he's early." And there was Big Turk. He was only a little taller than me, but he wore big, black leather boots and one of those leather hats that I'd only seen one of The Village People wear. He has fully leathered-out. He also had a black mustache and longish beard. We were in the patio area of the bar with the open night sky above us. This is where guys came to smoke or kid around with the bartender who was a bit of a character. Jerome waved him over to where we were sitting. Big Turk. "This the kid you told me about?" "Yeah. This is Greg. Cute, isn't he?" "Whatever. I gotta piss. Get me a Jack and Coke. Get one for him too." Jerome went up and did as he was told. I'd never tasted Jack Daniels before. I knew after the first sip that it was not to be chugged. "Oh--and another thing. He's completely bald on top and never takes the hat off. Shh. Here he comes." The Turk sat right next to me and drained his drink immediately. Damn. "I'll get the next round." He went to the bar and the bartender was all ready to serve him. Turk must be a bad motherfucker because I never saw him pay. Maybe he had a long-running tab here or something. "If he offers you a cigarette, take it and let him light it for you. That's a good sign. He and the bartender know each other pretty well. I saw them both at the bath house before they closed it. Both of them worked both sides of the sling...if you know what I mean." I kinda did. Big Turk returned and I now had two strong drinks in front of me. We sat and Jerome tried to get a conversation going. "How was work, Turk?" "Tips were fine, but I have had a boner all day and it ached because I had to push it up under my waistband. My feet hurt too." "Greg here is a writer." "Huh? What do you write, kid?" "Everything", I replied "Fiction, advertising copy, some long-form comic strips that I also draw." "Yeah, that's swell. Finish your drinks. You look like a fool with two full glasses in front of you," So I gulped the first one down. It hit my stomach like a bomb. "That's better. Want a smoke?" "That'd be great. Thanks, Big Turk." I wasn't a smoker, but knew how to fake it. The one he gave me was unfiltered. I stuck it in my mouth and let him light it. He almost smiled. Jerome stood up. "Well, guys...I think I should head out. Behave yourselves as much as possible. Greg, walk out with me?" "Sure. Excuse us, Big Turk." He nodded. As we went to the exit, Jerome grabbed my arm. "He must like you...or at least want to fuck you. Same thing, really. Just be careful how much you drink. And watch your drinks. He's been known to drug guys. He's a bad person, but if you really want the virus, he's got the one that's never failed to infect. Love you. Bye. Call me tomorrow." I got back to The Turk. "What took you so long?" "He and I used to date. We talked a little while. He's a good friend." "Yeah, yeah. I heard all about it. But his seed is weak, right? He couldn't get you pregnant." "That's correct. Can I have another cigarette?" We smoked and drank without talking too much more. His silence was kind of sexy. I was starting to like the Jack and Coke...and the cigarettes. I felt so relaxed and happy. Plus I had a boner. "Let's move up to the bar, kid." Turk stood up and led us to two empty stools. He and the bartender exchanged smiles. "Is he a friend of yours, Big Turk?" "James and I have known each other forever. You'll see how good a friend he is...soon. Go piss now and wash your hands. I'll hold your seat." I actually did have to pee, but how did he know? By the time I got back, Turk had ordered two more drinks plus shots. I'd be throwing up tonight. James the bartender was a tall, lanky guy wearing next to nothing. He wasn't sexy, but he was playful and fun. "Time for a toast!", James announced. Stupidly, I opened my mouth and asked a question. "What are we toasting?" "Closing time! I'm going to lock the door now." "But it's only midnight." "That's when the patio closes, dumb kid. That leaves just the three of us here. The fun is about to begin." When he finished locking up, James raised a shot glass a downed it fast. Turk and I did the same. "Hey Turk -- want me to show you the new cooler we just got? It's a good one. Bring your little pal." James unlocked a door back behind the bar and we went inside. It was just a bare concrete room with no cooler and no anything. Just a few boxes and some old plywood. The door locked behind us. It was weird, but I was feeling so good. "I gotta piss." James stood right above the little drain in the concrete floor and let it go. "He's got a nice dick, doesn't he?" Big Turk asked. "Yeah. But I but yours is nicer." That must have been the answer he wanted to hear because he flashed a perfect white smile at me. Jerome finished, but left his dick hanging out of his tiny shorts. "Hey, Turk. Think he'll suck me off?" "He will if he wants to leave here alive. Be patient. I want him to see some of the graffiti on these walls first." Huh? The walls looked pretty much untouched. "Look. Look closely." I turned to the wall and BAM! My forehead hit the wall. Damn, it hurt. I saw a flash of bright light behind my eyelids. "That was just a sneak peek at what will happen if you don't do exactly what I say. I was told you wanted my dirty cum." His accent was starting to get thicker. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my ankles. I was still facing the wall and feeling a lump swell on my forehead. "Not such a bad ass. Skinny, but not bad." I could hear him unzip and growl. He pinned me against the wall and drilled that cock between my butt cheeks. He just went right in -- no lube or anything. It was rape. I cried out a little and that made him more forceful. I knew if I shouted "Stop!", he'd just enjoy himself more. "No. Stop. It hurts too much!" "Yeahh. Nobody can hear you, little boy." He started speaking in his language. I could tell by the tone that he was getting close to unloading his cum. He shot so deep, that I didn't feel it go in. All I felt was pain. In my head and my ass. And I was still pressed face-first into the cod wall. I heard him zip back up. So that was it then. "You can turn around, kid. You're not done. James got a big hard-on from watching us. Look at it." The bartender was indeed super hard and beating off furiously. "Think he's ready for some more poison?", he asked. "Do whatever you want to the little fuck. I'm done." "Get over here, kiddo. I'm too far along to wait for your ass. I want to give you all kinds of surprises in your mouth!" I knelt before his shaft which was huge, swollen and bright red. I opened my mouth wide. He immediately inserted the fat head between my lips, pushed twice, and came. I savored the flavor. Then a splash hit me directly in the back. Big Turk was pissing on me! "Now he has to walk out of here with wet clothes. Stupid fuck." "Damn. Wish I'd saved some pee. He'll have plenty to remember us though." "Yeah. We've changed so many immune systems in this town." Big Turk was tired and done with me. James let us exit the patio section. I was alone again and missing Jerome so bad at that moment. He could get a little freaky, but I never felt bad about anything we'd done. I felt bad now. The infection worked. I tested positive for HIV several weeks later. Also gono. And I had herpes on my mouth. Happy Ending?

Last week I met up with a FB in his hotel room for some flip fucking. He's a nice guy about 50, 6' and 220 with gray hair an an average dick. We started fooling around right away and I started off topping him. Its always painful for him so he huffs poppers the entire time. Nevertheless, his ass felt great and there is something so hot about a guy moaning when my cock is up his ass. After a few minutes he pulled away, flipped me over, and began tonguing and fingering my hole. Then his phone beeped. He opened the message and told me a guy he had contacted earlier was at the door, and that he thought the guy was going to flake. Then, without even asking me if I was interested in a three-way, he opened the door to a total stranger. The man who walked in was about 30, 5' 10", 200 pounds with a crew cut and a mean look on his face. He looked me up and down and said, "I only top." He then quickly stripped, revealing a nice thick seven inch curved cock. My friend then slid into my ass as I knelt on the side of the bed. The stranger lay on the bed and directed his cock to my mouth. I started sucking him while milking the growing cock in my hole. A few minutes later my friend thrust deep and grunted as he unloaded in my raw hole. The stranger got up right away and took my friend's place. I huffed on the poppers knowing i would need it to take his girth. Just as the poppers hit my brain, he pushed right in. I moaned into a pillow as he started ploughing me. There was no conversation just the heavy and heavier breathing of the top as his swollen dick rubbed into my prostate and as he muttered "Fag," and "Cumdump," every few thrusts. After a couple of minutes he withdrew, positioned me onto my back, and pushed my legs back over my head, re-entering my abused hole. I took another couple of hits, wrapped my legs around his back and really started to enjoy myself. He kept eye contact the entire time and the angry look on his face was a huge turn on. His pounding got faster. He leaned over, grabbed the sheets, and brought his face inches from mine as he announced "I'm fucking breeding your slutty fucking ass," moaning as he shot deep inside my hole. He was dressed and walking out the door in record time. Just as he was about to leave he turned back and said, "I've seen your ad on BBRT. I've got a few friends that would like to meet you. I'll be in touch." Moments later my friend mounted my cock with a hiss of pain. As he rode me, I could see that the experience had really turned him. It didn't take me long to coat his insides with my own load. I can't wait for the stranger and his friends to message me.

<<Note: Sorry if the mention of straight sex earlier offended anyone. Just trying to set the scene of Kane as being a hot blooded straight bloke. Trust me from here soon in it's just a downward spiral for him>> "Mate come on, you've got to get over her, its been like a week already and you're still kicking about like she was the one" I said trying to lift Kane's spirits. "I have no idea what happened though, like it was all fine and banging and then she just cuts me out totally, she blocked me everywhere and I chatted to some of her mates, and they just said I was a sick perv and should just eat all the nasty ass pussy I want... I have no idea whats going on!" Kane slumped into the sofa head in his hands "If I could just talk to her or something, find out whats happened, what I've done wrong" he softly sobbed into his hands, while I tried to hide my growing boner. What a fucking chump. What was going on was a video of you eating some old fat hairy arse had been sent to her, with you loading banging on about what a tasty pussy it was. She knew you for the sick pig you were and now all her friends did too. I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "Come on now Kane, look I know this has been rough but lets go out tonight yeah, its Friday, we need this, fuck her and lets go get you some action." "Nah mate, I don't want some chick, I want her back" "Alright then, no straight clubs then, me you on the lash at some of the best bars and clubs in town, hows that sound? Tell you what first shots are on me". ... A few hours later and a fair few pints in, me and Kane were in our third pub. Kane was nice and merry lapping up the attention from all the lads. Wearing his skin tight white shirt and those ridiculous jeans of his, he was looking ripped as shit and a little bottom boys dream. "Come on mate all this pub shit is getting boring now" I shouted over the din of the bar to him "How about we head somewhere where we can dance a bit, get loosen up?" "Yeah yeah yeah ok cool man lets go" slurred Kane. It was unbelievable that this big lad was such a light weight. I mean sure I had been spilling most of pints and dosing his, but come on. You'd expect him to be able to handle a few at least. Thankfully I hadn't taken him over the edge yet and he was capable of walking, so we staggered out together, and walked towards my favourite dirty club; Abattoir. So called because fresh meat got slaughtered in there. As I took Kane to the front entrance the security guard stopped us, gave me a look and smile of recognition and eyed up Kane. "Right come here mate, lets have a look at you, how much have you had to drink so far?" I feigned concern and spoke up "He's cool man he's cool we've just had a few beers thats all" "so you say, but he's looking pretty wasted and I need to check him over" Kane got pushed against the wall and told to keep his hands up while he got patted down. Facing the wall he missed the security guard turn to me and wink as he got behind Kane and thrust his crotch up against the pigs boys ass. He worked his hands up kanes abs and chest patting over the t-shirt, clearly groping around. A few more regulars were turning up and began to enjoy the show. "This isn't working mate, right turn round I'm going to need to lift up your shirt and see if you are concealing anything" and with that quick as a flash he span the inebriated Kane around and whipped his shirt up over his chest and half way up his arms keeping his face concealed and his arms restrained. "What, what the fuck?!" Kane muffled under his t-shirt. "Kane don't worry mate I'm here, just let him search you its cool" I said as I came closer and took hold of his arms. The building crowd came closer and watched as the security guard began gliding his hands up and down the defined abs, working up the chest and tweaking Kane's nipples, squeezing them gently watching them puckering up as the attention grew. The security guard then slide his hands down towards Kanes jeans and pretended to try and get his fingers into the waistband. "Nah these are way too tight on your waist. Bear with me" and he undid the buttons on the jeans and pulled them down revealing Kanes tight little briefs to a whistle of admiration from the crowd. The restricted air from having his face covered under his t-shirt was making Kane hot and disoriented making him even more susceptible to the security guard as he put a show on for the crowd of punters. He groped Kanes package and gave it a good squeeze feeling those balls. "Nope not much in there" he smirked, initiating a little mirth from the crowd. "Right put him over the table I need to check his ass now" So I dragged Kane towards the table using his restrained arms to pull them forward over, getting Kane legs spread open, laying flat on the reception. The security guard had a grope of my pigs ass before announcing that he'd need some help and got some of the other punters to stand either side and each hold a cheek and pull apart. Taking a pen knife out of his uniform he then cut a nice hole down the middle of Kanes pants and tore them down the middle. Those holdings hands now pulled the pants ripping them more exposing Kanes smooth pig hole to any and all watching the scene unfold. "Right lets do a quick search in here" Said the security guard as he took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, licked a finger and gave it a good dunk. Unceremoniously he pushed his finger knuckle deep into Kane in one go making him shout out in shock. Luckily I was pretty strong and he was pretty wasted, otherwise I'm sure he would have bolted. "Sorry mate, sorry. My bad, let me lube my finger up again" said the security guard as he slowly dragged his finger out, let one of the punters suck it clean, before dipping it back into the white powder and this time, slowly pushed his finger back inside, taking the time to circle round and round. 'Fuck man this hurts, is this right, I mean is this right?" Kane moaned underneath me as I held him tight. "Don't worry man, its cause you're new" I reassured him "It'll be over soon and you'll gonna love this place when we are in" The security guard pulled his finger out and held it up to the light. A nice pink splooge coated his finger clearly generated by his sharp dirty nail that he'd just be dragged around my pigs ass walls. "You're fine to go, sorry about that mate, you know its got to be done. You looked the druggy type what with your size and all" said the security guard as he bent down to pull Kanes jeans back up, but not before taking a quick second to jab the knife into the back of the jeans and cut a matching hole open. Jeans back up and buttoned, we got Kane up off the table and pulled his t-shirt back down. Red faced and wide eyed, the two booty bumps were clearly having an effect as Kane looked confused and spaced out, I turned him round and guided him towards the club entrance and the loud music. Opening the doors the smells and sounds of dirty raw fucking hit me. I was home. "Come on Kane lets go get a drink" I said taking him slowly inside as the gathering crowd at the door followed us through all intently watching the split in my pigs jeans ripping slightly further with each forward step.

i am also a sub twink who is permanently hairless from neck down. my daddy and the men who fuck me like me that way.

We have a cruzing place here in Redding called Quarts Hill or simply "the hill". Well, one night last summer it was way to hot to sleep... and I was too horny to even think about sleeping... so I decided to go to the hill and see what was there. It was 2 AM. I was not expecting much action; but lust and wanting to breed ass [bareback of course] demanded release of my cum deep into some boy's butt by whatever means necessary. When I got there, I was quite surprised. There were about 15 vehicles there. Among the horny cruisers was a young guy named Tim. Tim is about 24 yo, tall, slender, and very good looking. I had been lusting after Tim's butt for quite a while. Tim was a total tease and he knew it; but this night he was way to horny for his good... <grin> We walked the cruising paths for a bit checking out the action. This only made Tim more horny. We went to the camp area, found a "courtesy" mattress, and got undressed. I was pleasantly surprised that Tim looked hotter than hell naked... tight muscles, sweat glistening in the moon light, a nice thick cock that was no less then 8 inches, and a VERY fuckable tight bubble butt. We began kissing and doing some serious groping of each other. I was kissing his whole body, teasing his nips, and working my way to the stiff cock he was sporting. I sucked on his raging hard-on for a while... all the time playing with his tight hole. He began to moan and rock with each movement of my mouth and hand. I moved down to his ass and began to rim him good. This excited him more, and the moans began to get louder and more lust-filled. I fingered and tongued him for about 30 minutes getting his tight, sweet, ass wet and ready for my massive cock... and the cum that I knew I would soon be blasting in him. I then worked my way back up to his sweet lips. We deep kissed for a while and then Tim headed for my hard cock. When his hot mouth got to my cock, I thought I would explode... but I kept it in. He sucked my stiff pole for a while then straddled me. I began to rim that tight hole again... getting it hot and ready for my surprise gift. Tim was moaning with horned lust and the precum from his cock formed a puddle on my chest . I moved out from under him and got ready to invade that tight hole with my hard 9 incher. Tim pulled out a rubber and gave it to me and said, "I never bareback!!! You want my hole... you have to wear this!". I put the damn rubber on in front of him so he could see that we were gonna be safe... <yea...RIGHT>. As he turned so I could doggie him. I put some lube on his ass and made it look like I was doing the same to my cock... but instead; I slipped the rubber off. His head was down and his tight ass was ready for breeding. I slowly began slipping my hard breeder into him. Tim was in pure lust-heaven moaning like a bitch in heat! I knew I had him. I pushed all of my oozing 9 inches (to my balls) in one long continuous motion into his ass. He was in slut heaven. I then began to rock in and out of him, slow and deep at first, then harder and harder. Tim was really into the heat of the moment. He was moaning loudly and gasping, " Yes... yes... fuck my hole! Fuck me! Fill me up!" I was way too excited and horned so I did just that. I thrust deep in him and held as the first load of my poison jizz filled his ass and knocked him up! He did not notice that I had just came in his ass, so I kept on fucking that tight hole. With a big load of my cum in him, it was easier for my prick to slide in and out with his ass. It seemed to make Tim even more excited now that I could fuck him with ease and getting full penetration in that sweet ass. I began thrusting my cock hard and long... deeper and deeper... working my cum into his blood stream. He was screaming now in total ecstasy... loving each thrust into him and each deep thrust was pounding more seed into him. I fucked him hard, deep, and long for about 20 more minutes... and then I could feel it! I was going to fill his ass again with a second load! I could feel a huge load of cum pour out from my balls. This was going to be an even bigger load of spooge then the first one! I felt it blast deep in his guts. It was a massive load and I almost lost my composure. I didn't want to let him know I was cumming. Tim was in sheer heaven! I could not stop fucking him... his tight ass was way to good and his moans confirmed that stopping was the last thing he wanted me to do. I kept on fucking making Tim squeal in sheer delight for almost 45 minutes!. The sweat of lust-passion soaked us! My third cum load blew deep in his ass once more filling him full of my hot cum. Tim was loving it... completely ignorant of the fact that his tight little ass was now totally bred. I knew as I blew my third load in his ass, that he could not take much more hard fucking. The load I had just pumped into his sweet ass made it super slick and wet. I fucked him even harder and deeper for about 20 minutes more. All this time he had not touched his cock at all. I could feel his ass tighten and his prostrate grow. It felt like a walnut ready to explode. I was about to fuck the cum out of him... he was going to blow without touching himself! I began to pound him harder, making sure that I was hitting his swollen prostate every time as hard as I could.. each time I hit his "hard spot", he would scream...then moan and shudder. Now Tim was screaming, "I'm going to cum!!! I'm going to cum!". Fuck... this was gonna make me blast still another load of spooge in his ass! I was going to wash his guts with my cum as he blew his load... and this time, it was too intense to be quiet. I began to moan and pant and we both started to cum. Tim seemed to pump out his spooge for a long time. Each squirt was massive... blowing hard over his head. Each of his cum blasts sent a stream of cum all the way from his cock... to his belly... to his chest... to his face...to over his head! I noticed that for each squirt of cum he shot... so did I. Tim pulled off my cock and fell on his belly. I pretended to take the rubber off and I threw it out of sight. I laid on him so my last load stayed in his ass where it belonged. We laid there holding and kissing for about an hour. Tim said that no one had ever fucked the cum out of him before. We got dressed and I noticed that from Tim's well-fucked ass, some bloody cum had seeped out... <VERY EVIL GRIN> I met up with Tim many times last summer and repeatedly filled him full of my charged cum. Tim never acknowledged that I had barebacked him. He left to go back to college in September . I did not see him till Christmas when he told me that he was poz and both happy and relieved. He said, "No more fears... no more hesitations to do it all... and no more rubbers... ever again!". He thought he had been infected by a twink in LA... I never told him it might have been me... <eg>

1990 After college, I had no clear plan except to move to a large city, live on my own and figure my life out. The apartment building I could afford to live in was obviously not luxurious. It was an old hotel built in the 1920's and it had its charms, but it was also kind of a dump. I didn't mind because I knew I wouldn't be living there permanently. I was going to be a great journalist or novelist or something that would make me rich and famous. That was the attitude of so many kids in their early 20's back then. And then you learn that the world is a harsh place and everybody's daily horoscope should always read "You will be disappointed today". But, back then I was happy and embracing life. I liked living in this sad, beautiful building. Rent was cheap and I had some interesting neighbors. Poor people are usually more interesting than 'comfortable' people. For example: There was a girl named Rissa down the hall who was a local stripper. She was a mixture of all kinds of races, and also chubby. And even though she wore 'librarian glasses' and carried some extra poundage, she radiated sensuality and I loved just looking at her while she talked. For a while, she mistook my interest as a desire to fuck her, but I told her right away that I was gay even though I had no gay experience at the time. We still hung out when she wasn't stripping or "working". We got really stoned one night and she told me about the guys she dated just for money to pay bills. We talked free and loose and I mentioned how much I liked the tenants in this building. "Well, don't get too fond of everybody, baby. There are bad people here. There's even a rapist living on our side of the building". "Who?" "Some big, weird-ass-looking dude who tried to come on to me in the laundry room. I told him I had a gun in my hamper and he left. I actually went and bought a gun the next day. Want to see it?" "No. Keep it safe somewhere. How do you know he's actually a rapist?" "I heard it from some girls at the club...as well as a few women here. Right here. In this building!" "Yeah, but wouldn't he have been caught with that many accusers?" "Cute. You still think the police give a shit about this neighborhood. They don't....especially if you're 'working'. I'm not the only one here, ya know?" "Oh. Well, I'm glad you're armed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before she had to get ready for the club, and sent me back to my place with a piece of apple pie and a joint. Is it weird that I was a little excited about all this new information? I was. I almost wanted to wander the halls and see if I could see the famous rapist, but it was late and I just went to bed. It wasn't an easy sleep, though -- the guy next door was moving out. I wouldn't miss him. He was a delicate ballet blonde that walked on his tiptoes and never said a word to anybody. Plus he played Pet Shop Boys way too loud. His place didn't stay empty too long. Maintenance moved in and started fumigating, painting and vacuuming right away. And it was quiet for a few days until I heard the noises of a new tenant moving in. He must have plugged his TV in first because I heard those ESPN jerks blabbing through my wall almost immediately. It was 8 in the morning, for chrissakes. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but then there was an urgent knock on my door. Rissa. She was still in what I'm assuming she slept in and quickly closed the door behind her. "He's here!" "Who? David Cassidy?" (I was still half asleep). "No. That creepy rapist is right on our floor now. I need to move". "You've got a gun. He's not going to mess with you. And he isn't going to try anything with a guy. Please don't move". "Well, I'm going to get a big dog then". "I'll walk him for you". A few days passed with no incident. And I found my myself getting more interested in my new neighbor. I'd sit silently against the wall and listen to his TV and stereo. I wanted information...or something. A clue. I could hear him when he ran the shower and I could hear his phone conversations. I was becoming obsessed with the heterosexual rapist. Maybe it was all the straight porn I'd seen in the past -- the kind when the guys would basically attack women and force them into sex. Their dicks seemed to just want a hole to fill with seed. Was my neighbor like that? Rissa left for a weekend with her latest "male friend". And I took the opportunity to go introduce myself to my new neighbor. I took a six-pack of Busch Light (which was the only brand I could afford back then). Why was I doing this? I knocked on his door and listened to the TV being turned down and some heavy footsteps come to the door. Shit shit shit. The door swung open and there he was. He was so tall...6'4"? And had a lot of almost-beard going on all over the lower part of his face. And that face! He was definitely ugly. Half of his chin looked caved in my an invisible fist and his eyes were tiny and close together. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to our floor". He flashed a smile of pretty gross teeth and then let me in. I handed him the six-pack. "Thanks! I don't drink beer, but I can offer you something stronger." His place was neat and tidy except for an enormous dirty sock in the middle of the floor. I was on auto-pilot as I plopped down on his nice couch. He was mixing drinks in the kitchen and I stared at the big TV that was showing dome sort of motorbike race in the mud. He returned, handed me a glass and sat down next to me. "Here. I'll mute it so we can talk." His body next to mine gave me little electrical impulses. "You like your new place?" "Oh yeah. It's bigger and I've always liked change. That chick across from me hates my ass though." I took a deep gulp of the drink he handed me. Vodka and Sprite? "She thinks you're a rapist". I can't believe I just blurted that out. "Oh", He paused. "Well, stories get spread I suppose." "Any of those stories true?" "Why? You a cop or something?" "No. Not at all. I just think it's kind of fascinating". "Remember about five years ago -- when they were investigating the 'West Forest Rapist'? And they had police sketches in the newspaper?" "No. I wasn't living here then." "Well that artist was a retard because his sketch didn't look anything like me. I must have knocked up about nine single ladies back then. That was goal. I wanted to impregnate them with my bare dick and then lo around the city for kids that looked like me. But then the police moved in and I moved on to the strip clubs. I bare-fucked so many of those whores. I know most of 'em are fixed or on birth control, but my sperm are pretty powerful. I got at least three kids by strippers by now. Then when I wasn't welcome in the clubs anymore, I started fucking prostitutes on Caleo Street. That was way cheaper, but I got so many diseases there....including AIDS. Now I'm just figuring out what do next." I nodded and finished my drink. "Ever raped a man?", I asked. "Just once. It was in prison, but he looked almost exactly like a woman. Why do you ask?" What the hell was I thinking? "Because I wouldn't mind being raped by you now". "Not now". "OK" "Go home and shave all around your ass and crotch, Hell -- shave your whole body if you can. When you're done, go to bed with your door unlocked. Just be patient. I had almost no body hair, but I shaved what little I could find. I dried off with a fresh towel and fell into bed. Did he say "AIDS"?? I didn't have time to think about it because my front door creaked open. And then a huge hand was around my mouth and a big, bare dick was being pressed in between my butt cheeks. I'd asked for this in a way. What I didn't ask for was the incredible sting of his cock head pushing into my hole. I tried yelling 'no', but my lips were covered. I tried to squirm away, but he was just too large. This is the reality of rape, I thought. It's not sexy. It's violent and it hurts. I was so miserable as he shoved that dirty weapon in deeper...and then deeper. Good Lord -- how much more of that dick could there be??? But it kept driving in and I was aware of what he was saying: "You gonna have my baby, Bitch". and "You Fucking Slut!" I was helplessly surviving this. I had a brief fantasy of Rissa barging in with her gun and shooting him. In the head. And then he sped up his pace. He took his giant hand from my mouth and started using it to pull my hair as he climaxed. He drug it out dramatically, huffing and groaning and saying "shit". The he rushed out -- which is what I guess rapists are used to doing. I'd bled all over my clean bed and wondered if I'd have to get a new mattress. A few days later, The Rapist and I watched a movie together at his place. We ended up having sex again. And again. For the next two months. And then he was gone. Evicted I guess because they hauled all his stuff out to the curb. But he left me with one of his possessions...his HIV. Like I said --- the world is a harsh place.

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."

Just an introduction so far. Still working on the filthy parts. Let me know if you want me to continue. --- I had seen them at the bar for a few months now. A Daddy and his boy, always at the same table. I watched from afar, longing for what they had. Daddy Jack, as he was known, was a big bear of a man, at 6 foot 9 inches, over 300 pounds, in his early 60's. Brick shit houses were built like him. His salt and pepper flat top picked up more salt as it blended into his thick beard. More hair could be seen sprouting from his shirt collar and the gap between his cuffs and gloves. He was always in full leathers, just snug enough to show off his body and massive package. He exuded testosterone. Every time he caught me looking he would look back with his piercingly blue eyes. I always looked away first. Once I got up the nerve to follow him into the men's room. He stood at the bar's trough style urinal, a strong golden stream flowing from an absolute snout of a foreskin. I tried my best to act natural, taking only glances at his cock, rather than climbing into the trough and drinking my fill. Mid-way through an epic piss, Daddy Jack cracked his neck twice and then stretched his arms up over his head. I thought I was being subtle with my sniffing, but then I heard Daddy Jack's deep throated chuckle. He roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my nose to his pit. Such a wonderful manly mix of musk, leather, and Old Spice. My cock got rock hard fast enough to cut my piss off mid-stream. While boy scott had nearly the same intensity, it was on a different wavelength. A foot shorter, half Jack's age and weight, swimmer's build he was the otter to Daddy Jack's Bear. Well maybe dolphin instead of otter. His head was shaved, and he looked like the razor ran across his scalp more often than his jaw. One night he was even missing his eyebrows, I still wonder what he did to deserve that. He dressed more casually, t-shirt and jeans most nights. This was set off by his chain collar, thick inch long links dipped in orange latex, with a heavy lock. However, scott was no beaten and broken slave, he was his Daddy's boy and proud of it. The pride could be seen in his bearing and the look of quiet satisfaction. Speaking of quiet, I don't think I ever heard him talk at the bar. One hot summer day, I was sitting at the bar bored after work. Not wanting to go home, not wanting to do much of anything. When a massive mitt in a leather glove reached over my shoulder and grabbed my beer. "Hey!" I shouted as I turned around to see Daddy Jack downing the drink in one gulp. He let loose with a massive belch. "Damn carbonation. Come on we're leaving." "But, but," I sputtered trying to make sense of the situation. Putting the bottle back on the bar, he grabbed me by the chin, looked directly into my eyes and growled, "Boy, I said 'we're leaving' now, pop your donkey-clutch get your ass in gear." He confidently strode out of the bar. Not knowing what else to do, I hurried after him and got into the passenger seat of his car. His smell filled the small space; stronger, with hints of cum and smeg. Soon as I buckled up, he took off like he was making a jail break. A couple miles down the road I found my voice again, "Where are we going? ... ... sir?" "We are going home." "Okay?" still not understanding. "Once we get there, scott will poz your boi cunt good, and then we'll kill him." "Wait, WHAT!?"

I want your body!

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/SERIOUS-BREEDING-29827901 Me topping and breeding a buddy

This is very simple and fucking fun! I have done this several times. You just need a catheter for each man, and a "barrel" connector. Best to use a Foley catheter because once inserted, the balloon is inflated and it locks the catheter in place. And @ Tofer, if you want to connect more than 2 men together, you just need some "Y" connectors and a little tubing.

Think that soft kick worked out fine, Scorpion Chapter 4 went from 4 'likes' to 20 within 15 hours. Good thing we're not in one of your stories - instead of a soft kick, we'd probably all gotten a lash of the belt, wouldn't we?!? To all those upset and distraught readers: there is (thank God) a difference between fantasy and reality. No one ever used a belt on me and I don't think I'll ever want that to happen in reality, but still the thought of getting brutally abused makes my hole quiver with (probably quite perverse) excitement. Be assured, if I witnessed this happening to someone else in reality, I'd intervene no matter what. And I think most of you would do the same. But that won't stop me from jerking off to the thought of it...

The results from the last quiz which asked you to decide and tell me "who does what" are: 1. Chas = BDSM 2. Paddy & Si ('The Twins') = Bondage 3. Peter = WS 4. Rick = Cross-dressing 5. Stew = Fisting That's the 'good news' but the 'very good news' is that they are all highly charged and sleazy so they will do almost anything! Thanks for taking part guys! xxxx

So many to choose from. As a bottom I would have to pick Dawson with his greedy hole. Did Mike Dozer do BB porn? Still have a crush on that guy. But, I just watched a few vids from Cole & Hunter (Maverick Men) and I have to say each of their vids is hot and I love seeing them dicking down those young guys.

Finally...sorry...lots of stuff going on. __________________________ Chapter 22) “Darr? Honey? Wake up, we’re here,” said an insistent voice. I felt a hand grasp my left arm and apply a little pressure. “What, huh?” I said as I was forced awake and found myself looking into Mike’s eyes. “Good morning,” I said drowsily, smiling, stroking his cheek and giving him a kiss. He chuckled. “You’re really out of it. We’re here.” “Where here?” I said shaking my head, then running my hands over my face and through my hair in an attempt to clear my fuzzy brain. “New York, where else? The flight landed and everyone else has gotten off the jet, they’re just waiting for us.” “I guess I fell asleep,” I said, yawning while I dug under the seat in front of me for my messenger bag. “That’s one way of putting it,” Mike answered, giving me a hand up and taking charge of our coats and his backpack as we deplaned while smiling our thanks to the flight crew. I couldn’t believe we had completed the trip and that there hadn’t been a single hitch: no midnight raid, no death threats spray painted on the door and no broken windows. But in late November when I called, the only pair of tickets available for the week before Christmas was a flight that left at 6:15 AM. That meant getting to the airport by 4:45 AM at the latest. I was anything but a morning person, so Mike had to more or less drag me out of bed. Rod and his business partner, Jack, drove us to the airport, taking a round-about route. As far as I could tell, no one followed us. I delivered holiday bonus checks that my parents had sent for Rod and Jack, then Rod escorted us inside and kept watch as we checked our bags and went through security. We’d purchased muffins and coffee before boarding the first flight and more coffee and egg sandwiches during a layover in Detroit. But even with all the caffeine I sucked down I’d slept through both flights. Having Mike near allowed me to relax – I felt safe and secure. Now we were in the terminal at New York’s LaGuardia Airport walking towards baggage claim. I was still pretty fatigued; it was hard to keep pace with Mike’s long-legged strides, seemingly completely unaffected by the early start and long trip. “How is it I’ve never noticed before that you’re a morning person?” I asked him. He shrugged. “Farm boy here.” “You’re a farm boy? Literally?” I said in disbelief. “Yup. My family lives in southwestern Pennsylvania, just over the state line from Maryland. We grow organic vegetables, there’s an apple orchard and we raise free-range chickens and ducks. My dad is also a park ranger.” “The things I’m still learning about you.” This was why he owned a couple of pairs of heavy-duty work boots. We hadn’t talked a lot about Mike’s family; my sense was he found the topic painful, so I hadn’t pushed it. I knew that they were Christian fundamentalists of some sort, didn’t observe Christmas and that Mike was the eldest of three boys, but that was it. We made it down the small flight of stairs to baggage claim, all the while buffeted by the swirling pre-holiday crowd. “My mom said she’d meet us somewhere around…” I began and then heard her call my name. “Mom!” I exclaimed as she made her way toward us, wearing a dark coat over a chunky knit black sweater and black leggings and boots, with a rose pink cashmere scarf looped around her neck. We hugged, and then she turned to greet Mike, taking his large hands in her slender, delicate ones. “Mike, welcome to New York. It’s wonderful to see you again, I’m so glad you could visit with us for the holidays,” my mom said. “Oh, no, thank you Mrs. Leib…I mean, Mimi,” he answered, remembering that she hadn’t taken my dad’s name, and wanted him to call her Mimi anyway. “I really appreciate the chance to see New York and spend time with Darren and you and Mr. Leibowitz.” “You’re always welcome in our home,” my mother said. “Let’s grab your bags, and I’ll get a car to pick us up.” Twenty minutes later we were on our way into the city in a comfortable SUV. I was in the back seat with Mike; my mom rode shotgun. I leaned against Mike, my eyes at half-mast. Mom sighed. “You stayed up late to do laundry and pack, didn’t you,” she said to me. “Yeah. I was booked all day yesterday, two tests with just a lunch break,” I said through a yawn. “How was the trip?” “It was fine, almost no turbulence. Darren slept soundly all the way here,” Mike answered for me. “I think we’ll have a quiet day, then, if that’s okay with you. We’ll have lunch once you’re settled and tonight we have dinner reservations at Nice Matin. After that, you can watch a movie or do whatever you’d like.” “Nice Matin, my favorite…sounds good,” I mumbled and slipped into a light doze as I felt Mike’s muscular arm slip around me. This homecoming was in complete contrast to Thanksgiving, when I spent the ride home fuming and feeling sorry for myself. Since things had been so quiet – no incidents at school for weeks – Uncle Jeffy, Mom and Dad had decided that having Mike accompany me was enough. At 6’2” tall and 215 pounds he had more than enough muscle to take care of anybody who even tried to harass me. Since we didn’t plan on spending much (if any) time apart, hired muscle would have been redundant. We’d be able to sightsee at our leisure; I was looking forward to taking him to my favorite places along with the usual tourist stuff, like Ellis Island, the Empire State Building and the 9/11 Memorial. I drifted out of my nap to hear my mom say, “…relieved you’re with him. I think he’s – well, to say the least – more comfortable with you than with professionals. Though the guards we hired for Thanksgiving were very nice, this will be much more fun for Darren. And for his father and me.” I pretended to be asleep and just managed to keep from laughing at Mom’s characterization of Trent and Nick as “very nice.” But I certainly agreed that having Mike here was more relaxing than sneaking around like I did last time, for all that I enjoyed myself with those two studs. No one fucked me quite the way Mike did, and with him I could work on being bred for keeps. So far no sign that it’d worked – not even a cough or a sneeze. I wondered how long it would take. Maybe even now the virus was taking hold? I must have drifted off again, because it seemed like seconds later that the SUV was letting us off at the apartment house where I’d grown up. Mom slipped the driver a cash tip after he helped us unload our luggage. Mike looked around, wide-eyed as he took in the neighborhood where we lived. Across 81st Street was Hayden Planetarium, and just beyond it was the Museum of Natural History. To the left, at the eastern end of the block, Central Park beckoned; to the west was Columbus Avenue with its shops and restaurants, Pizzeria Uno prominent on the corner. His expression was admiring as he gazed at the elegant Beaux Arts façade of the building that I’d always called home. Javier was on duty and he opened the door greeting me enthusiastically. “Mr. Darren, good to see you back so soon. Nice for your family you could visit for the holidays,” he said as he shook my hand. “Thanks, Javier. Your family is good?” “Couldn’t be better. The oldest is on the honor roll at school for three months running!” Javier answered, his face beaming with pride. “Congratulations,” I said. Javier looked at Mike inquiringly, and I realized I hadn’t considered how to introduce Mike. I made a snap decision that I wasn’t going to hide anything on this trip. Everyone knew I was gay; when I decided to come out at age 15, it had been impossible to shut me up on the subject. “This is Mike Prescott, my boyfriend. Mike this is Javier, the best doorman in the world.” They shook hands; if Javier was surprised he hid it well. In spite of the slight tension I felt in the moment, I was unable to stifle a huge yawn. “Darren, sweetie, we better get you upstairs,” my Mom said, steering me towards the elevator, Mike following. “He was up late packing, even though they had an early flight,” she explained to Javier over her shoulder. “Kids,” he said, commiserating parent-to-parent with my mom. As soon as we got off the elevator we could hear Maxi’s barks interspersed with high-pitched yelps. “He only barks that way when you come home,” my mother said as she unlocked the door. Maxi burst in the hall as soon as the door opened, whining hysterically, sniffing at my suitcase, jumping on me, then running around in circles, unable to contain himself. “C’mon Maxi,” I said as we entered the apartment and he followed immediately, now inspecting Mike’s suitcase. “Uh, he isn’t going to, um…‘mark’ his territory, right?” Mike asked uneasily. “Oh, no, he’s very well trained,” my mother assured him. “Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus, come here and meet Mike,” I said as I picked the dog up and accepted his “kisses.” “Maximillian Amadeus what?” Mike echoed, starting to laugh. “Grandiamus. Long dog, long name. He goes by Maxi, really.” “Well, hi there Maxi,” Mike said, carefully offering the back of his hand. Predictably, the dog immediately nuzzled Mike’s hand expecting to be petted. “He’s just like you, pushy and demanding,” Mike said with a grin. “He knows what he wants, that’s all. And he has good taste.” “Can’t argue with that,” Mike said. I put Maxi down, took Mike’s letterman jacket – I never would have believed that I’d date the captain of the football team, even though the season was cancelled – and hung it in the hall closet next to my long winter coat, then led the way out of the entryway into the front hall. Mike paused for a moment to look around, then said, “This is a beautiful place you have, Mrs., uh, Mimi.” My mom smiled. “Thanks so much, Mike. I thought we’d put you in the guest room…” “Mom,” I interrupted impatiently, “Mike and I have been sharing a bed for the past four months. What’s the point of putting him anyplace other than my room?” She looked startled. “Well, uh, I…” “Plus I know Grandma and Grandpa let you and Dad sleep together when you weren’t married.” “Your grandmother has a big mouth,” my mom grumbled, accurately pinpointing my source. “Daddy and I were engaged to be married at the time.” I continued to press my case. “It’s not like you have to worry that I’m going to get pregnant.” Mom massaged her temples and said, “Fine, I give up. Your grandparents are going to be staying overnight after the Chanukah party, anyway, so this will make it easier.” “Grandma and Grandpa are visiting from Florida?” I said, excited at the prospect of seeing them; I would love for them to meet Mike. “What about their apartment downstairs?” When my grandparents sold the place to Mom and Dad, they bought a smaller apartment in the building as a pied-á-terre for when they visited New York. My mom looked faintly uncomfortable. “No, it’s Grandma and Grandpa Leibowitz.” I stared back at her, speechless. “Sweetie, I know you find them…difficult…” “Difficult?” I echoed sarcastically. “I guess you could say that, since my father’s mother strongly implied that I was mentally ill when she found out that I’m gay and told you to send me for conversion therapy.” I had refused to refer to my dad’s parents as my grandparents ever since the ugly scene just before I left for college. Mike watched us lob arguments back and forth as if he were at the U.S. Open, wisely remaining silent. “Darren, the entire family is coming here this year for the gift exchange, your aunts, uncles and cousins from both sides. We couldn’t exclude them.” “Great. Perfect. Maybe Mike and I can take Maxi for a two-day walk. Or I’ll call Nana and ask her if we can hide out at her place. When were you planning to let me know they were coming?” “Do you have to be so difficult?” my mom countered without answering me. “I know it’s uncomfortable for you. But Dad and I have made it clear that you’ve brought a friend to visit from school and that they have to be on their best behavior.” “Do they know he’s my boyfriend?” I asked bluntly. “Well…not exactly.” I exhaled, controlling myself with difficulty. But I could see how anxious my mom was, so I relented, entertaining myself with the thought of laying a big, wet smooch on Mike in front of my father’s parents. “Okay. As long as they’re civil, I’ll be civil back.” She smiled, relieved. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ll be surrounded by family and Mike.” I planned to remain glued to Mike or someone to avoid any time alone where I could be cornered and harangued for the duration of their stay. Maybe I should insist on having Trent and Nick here, too. If there was ever a time for bodyguards… I yawned widely again, feeling twice as exhausted after the burst of adrenaline had worn off. “Mike, follow me,” I said. “Let’s unpack then have lunch.” “Sweetie, it’s a little early,” my mom said. Glancing at my watch, which had the time at 11:45 AM, I had to concede she was correct. “But you’ve been travelling all morning, I’m sure you could use a snack, and then lunch a little later,” she said. We went to my room, Maxi bringing up the rear. As soon as we were in my room, he jumped up on the bed, circled a couple times, and then settled down for a little nap. All the excitement had worn him out; at six years old, he wasn’t a puppy anymore. Mike looked around as we unpacked, taking in the calming colors and my choices in decoration, and seemed to like them. “You have a private bathroom?” “Yeah, this used to be my nanny’s room.” “You had a nanny?” he said, surprised. “With working parents, it’s not uncommon in New York.” “The way you speak to your mom…” he said, coming to a halt. “Yeah?” I said puzzled. “Do you always argue like that?” “Not always, but, yeah, we discuss things that involve the whole family. Why?” “If I ever question my parents…well, it’s not pretty.” “Really?” “Yeah, my dad makes most of the decisions.” “What century are they living in? The 19th?” “It’s all from the Bible.” “Oy, then it’s more like second century. BCE.” Mike laughed at my candid opinion. “Now I know how you had the courage to go back at Zetcher the way you did. You’d had a lifetime of practice.” “I guess it’s an Upper-West-Side-New-York-Jewish-liberal thing. I was encouraged to question everything and not accept easy answers.” Then I giggled a little. “But I don’t think Mom and Dad were quite ready for me.” “I’ll bet they weren’t.” “Ha-ha,” I answered sarcastically. After a snack of toast with almond butter and hot tea, I showed Mike the rest of the apartment, Maxi sticking closer than my shadow. It was like seeing it anew through Mike’s eyes – things I take for granted were now somehow refreshed. “That picture was in your book, Mimi, right?” he asked, indicating the large framed portrait of my parents and me hanging over the sofa, taken when I was around a year old. I was caught in mid-laugh, seated on my mom’s lap, clutching my father’s index finger; his other arm was around my mom, and both of them were looking down at me with wide smiles. I’d always liked it, but hadn’t known that it was in that stupid memoir. “You’ve read it?” she said nervously, casting a worried glance in my direction. “It was assigned in a writing course I took, it’s a really sweet story.” She smiled, gratified, then said “I’m afraid Darren was ambushed with it when he was in eighth grade.” “You should read it,” Mike told me. “Sure,” I said back. When hell freezes over. He moved on to the piano that sat at an angle next to the sofa. “This must be an antique,” Mike said, running his hand over the smooth, polished surface of the rosewood Steinway grand. “It’s beautiful.” “You know pianos?” I asked. “A bit, because my parents made sure I saw a lot of classical music concerts. But it’s the woodwork that’s really special,” he said, running a careful finger over the elaborately carved lattice music stand, with the Steinway logo (a lyre) in the center. Finally, I showed him the adjoining library/TV room. There was an entertainment center that included a wide-screen flat panel television; the family PC and shelves filled with books, pictures, CDs and DVDs. A loveseat, a couple of recliner chairs and a chaise longue large enough for two constituted the seating arrangements. “This is the most comfortable seat in the house,” I said, sitting on the dark gray, plushy chaise. Maxi jumped up and made himself comfortable on my lap. “See, Maxi agrees with me.” Mike sat down then leaned back, experimentally, groaning a little. “You are not kidding,” he said yawning as he rubbed behind the dog behind his ears. Maxi looked as if he’d be content to stay in place for the rest of the day. “This is the perfect spot for relaxation.” Looking from Mike to me, my mom said “You both look ready for a nap.” Mike stretched and yawned. “I think you’re right. We’ve been going since before dawn.” She dimmed the lights, then slid the pocket door partway closed. “I’ll wake you for lunch in another hour or so.” Mike turned on his side, put his arms around me and nuzzled my ear. “If I weren’t so sleepy I’d probably rape your ass right about now.” “Sounds good,” I said on yet another yawn. “Wake me up when you’re ready.” Maxi was already breathing quietly and evenly, his body a warm, comforting weight. With Mike’s muscled arm across my chest I was perfectly comfortable. “You okay? Need a blanket?” I murmured, now only half-awake. “This is fine,” Mike whispered. “You do a great job of keeping me warm.” And that was the last thing either of us said as we both gave in to the pull of exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. Sometime later I was pulled from sleep by the realization that I needed to go to the bathroom. Immediately. I didn’t really want to get up, but I didn’t have much choice. Fortunately the guest bath was immediately adjacent to the library, just off a short connecting hallway between the front hall and this room. I gently disengaged myself from Mike’s embrace; Maxi was nowhere to be seen. Once the urgent need had been seen to, I glanced at my watch: 2:41 PM. Mom must have let us sleep, and I was now ravenous. When I returned to the library, Mike was awake. “Sorry,” I said. “It was urgent.” “I could use a trip to the bathroom myself,” he said stretching. And I could watch him stretch and flex his muscles all day, I sighed to myself. I showed him to the guest bath, then went to see what had happened with my mom and lunch. I found her sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop. She closed it when she saw me and said, “You’re up.” “Mom, you didn’t wait on lunch, did you?” “No, I already ate, but the two of you were so soundly asleep, I decided not to wake you. Besides, your father called to move dinner back to 7:00 PM, so there’s no rush. Ready for something to eat now?” “Definitely. I’ll get Mike.” I found Mike in my room where he’d gone to get the gift bag for my mom he’d put together with my help: organic, fair trade dark chocolate and coffee beans. “You didn’t have to do that,” my mom said when he presented her with the bag of goodies. “My mom taught me to never go to someone’s home empty-handed,” he answered back. Since he has telepathic abilities when it comes to food, Maxi appeared, ready to join us as soon we sat at the kitchen table. Mom served mashed sardine sandwiches on whole-grain sourdough and homemade lentil soup with tea or coffee. “I hope this is okay,” she said apologetically to Mike. “Sardines are kind of an acquired taste.” He had taken a bite of sandwich, chewed and swallowed. “Not a problem, Mimi, it’s delicious. In my parent’s house we ate whatever was served, no questions asked. A lot of it was from the farm, anyway.” “The farm?” “Yeah, my parents run an organic farm…” “In southwestern Pennsylvania,” my mom finished. “How did you know that?” I asked. It wasn’t right that she knew more about my boyfriend than I did…and a little suspicious. “I wrote a piece about organic farms. I didn’t realize that Mikes’ family was the same set of Prescotts as Prescott Organic Farm. What a funny coincidence,” she explained. “Oh, yeah, I remember there was an article about the place, it really boosted business,” Mike said. Okay, I’m officially nuts, I told myself listening to the conversation. There was a reasonable explanation for my mom’s knowledge. “I remember your parents vividly. Most organic farmers are decidedly left-wing in their sympathies, but they’re fundamentalist Christian environmentalists. That’s rare,” my mother told him. We finished lunch with organic applesauce from the Prescott farm, appropriately enough. Afterwards, we took Maxi to the dog run. Then we went home the long way, going around the block so we could get a look at the entrance to the Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium on our way home. Once in the elevator, I caught sight of myself in the mirror: my face and neck were covered in stubble and my hair looked like a rat’s nest after sleeping on it. “Yuck, I look like shit. I better shower again and shave this time,” I said while I futilely tried to finger-comb my hair into some semblance of order. “You always look good to me,” Mike said, sliding his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. I could feel his arousal through the soft gray jeans he was wearing and pushed my butt into his crotch. “Maybe we could shower together?” Maxi, not quite sure of what was going on, jumped on me, giving a short, distressed yap. “It’s okay Maxi, I like it when he does this,” I said, picking him up. “He’s your chaperone?” Mike asked as we got off the elevator. “No, he’s just not used to seeing me with an affectionate boyfriend. And he has a rooted objection to anyone getting more attention than he does.” I set the dog down as soon as we got inside the apartment, and he made a beeline for the kitchen and his water dish, lapping noisily. Then he padded over to his favorite spot in the living room for his afternoon nap. We hung our coats; the apartment was completely silent. I’d been expecting my mom to greet us, but she must have stepped out. “How about that ‘shower’?” Mike said, pushing against me from behind. “Right this way,” I said grinding my hips against him. We wasted no time, going directly to my bedroom; I allowed him to precede me, closing the door quietly and then locking it. I turned around and launched myself at Mike, my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I caught him off-guard, but after a brief hesitation he returned my kiss and was hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. He maneuvered us to my bed putting me down without breaking the kiss, then lay on top of me. I could feel his muscular weight pressing me into the mattress, the enticing aroma of his and my perspiration blending and the taste of his lips, uniquely him. I let myself just drink it all in, every nerve ending screaming for more, to be closer. He stopped kissing me to say, “We have to inaugurate this bed.” “Huh?” I said, not really caring what he meant, pulling him down again. “I still can’t believe that your high school boyfriends didn’t even try for that luscious little butt of yours,” Mike said as he turned us on our sides so he could squeeze my ass. “What a bunch of idiots.” “Yeah, all both of them,” I said and shrugged, fairly sure now was not the time to tell him that Trent and Nick had beaten him to fucking me in this bed. It was Mike’s and my first time in my bed at home, and that’s what counted. Hot as those two guys were, I didn’t feel anything that even approached the connection Mike and I had. I kissed him again, rolling us so he was on top. “They weren’t big on kissing me, either.” “What. The. Fuck?” Mike said, disbelievingly. “Where did you meet these assholes? How could anybody not want to kiss you and fuck you all the time?” “Don’t imitate them, then” I whispered. “Quit talking and fuck me already, it’s been almost a week since we had sex!” Finals week had been non-stop – we’d just fallen in bed every night and went directly to sleep. One night Mike even had to stay up studying for a while after I’d gone to bed. “You’re just like Maxi, pushy and…” “Yep, I’m an animal,” I interrupted, punctuating that utterance with a playful growl. We sat up and started to undress each other, pulling off layers of clothing: sweaters, followed by t-shirts. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unlaced his heavy work boots, then took the opportunity to bury my face in his crotch. Mike began to unbuckle his belt, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Hey,” he said, “I wanna get naked with you.” “I want to enjoy the trip,” I said with what I hoped would be a mischievous smile. “Very funny,” Mike said, correctly realizing I was turning his own rationale for taking sex slowly on him. “I’m really horned, and if we play too much before, I’ll shoot in my jeans.” “So taking it slow only matters when you want to?” I teased, lightly nipping at the growing hardness in his jeans. “Ahhh,” Mike said, pulling my head off of his dick. “You nearly made me cum.” “I’m sure you’ve got plenty to spare,” I said. Determined to spin out the foreplay as long as I could, I was much more gentle now, nuzzling his erection delicately with my nose, inhaling his scent again, pressing gentle kisses that evolved into licking the shaft that I could feel twitch in response. I stopped for a moment and looked up at him, deep into his handsome, chiseled face, those beautiful brown eyes and his thick, dark hair, which he’d had neatly barbered for the trip. “Doing this with you gets me so hot,” I said breathlessly. “Please let me serve you,” I begged. “You really are a total submission pig,” Mike said with an affectionate grin. “Is that a complaint?” I teased. He shook his head and said, “But you have to do whatever I say. Stand up,” he ordered, his usual smooth baritone a bark. I felt my stomach tighten and my dick got instantly hard as I did as he ordered. “Strip,” he demanded. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops languidly, dangling it from my hand before dropping it on the floor. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like,” Mike growled, leaning back on my bed to watch the show. I took off my cowboy boots as gracefully as possible, in other words, not very. Then I unbuttoned the waistband on my jeans and unzipped the zipper a little at a time, doing my best to give him what I hoped was a smoldering look. “Take it off,” he said. I turned my back on him and did a few bumps and grinds, then eased down my jeans, giving him an eyeful of my ass encased in the tight black briefs I was wearing. “More,” he urged me. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, and let them dip, giving him a quick glimpse of my butt, looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile as I turned to face him. I walked over to him and began to do a lap dance, gyrating in place without touching him or letting him touch me. Finally, out of patience, he pulled me down and dragged my briefs off of me, then fingered my asshole, gently tickling before he pushed a fingertip through the tight ring of muscle. I groaned at his touch and pushed back. “I need it,” I whispered. That was all it took for Mike to push me gently to the side, stand and hastily throw off his jeans and briefs then retrieve the jar of Vaseline he’d packed along with the black silk sheet used for my initiation that had been repurposed (rightfully, in my opinion) as a fuck sheet that he spread so I could lie on it. His dick was drooling pre-cum, practically pulsing. I moved to take him in my mouth, but he pushed me back on the bed and briefly sucked my dick before taking my legs over his shoulders, lubing himself carefully so that he didn’t cum prematurely, then lubed me with the greasy stuff before entering me in one rapid thrust. I gasped with a combination of pain and pleasure, and then Mike was thrusting in and out, trying to go slowly but unable to do anything but thrust harder and faster, both of us panting and grunting. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his; I reached around and began to tickle his balls and butthole. His thrusts seemed to double in speed; his dick was at the perfect angle to rub against my prostate, pressure steadily building, the pleasure nearly unbearable. “Cum with me,” he rasped as his thrusts turned brutal, impaling me with each thrust until he gasped explosively, and rammed against me three times before burying himself inside me up to his balls filling me with his toxic load. I could feel his pubic hair scratch the tender skin between my legs, felt his dick throb and pulse inside of me, triggering my own orgasm that seemed like a shower of sparks racing through my nervous system from scalp to the soles of my feet. Mike had collapsed on top of me; I could feel his heartbeat racing, then slowing as he relaxed on top of me, sated for now. He propped himself on his elbows and kissed me languidly, our mouths soft now with the melting sweetness of our first kisses in our room back at school. “I’m really glad I came,” he began. “Me, too,” I said, giving a quick squeeze of my sphincters that made him shudder and gasp. “I mean, came to New York with you,” he said reproachfully. “Oh, that,” I said with elaborate casualness. “You mean you’re glad I bullied you into visiting New York?” “I didn’t consider what the best part would be.” “What’s that?” I asked when he didn’t continue. Mike kissed me on the lips again, then nuzzled my ear before whispering “That I’d have you all to myself.” And my own bonus: I could get all the poz cum I wanted during vacation.

He let me down too man. I get off on that tension and reluctance that gets worn down or plowed over that seems not to be there in our boy white meat. That said the story and situation is fucking hot! Really well done and I'm looking forward to his first hit off the pipe and everything that comes with it. Please, despite my slight disappointment (I got over it and shot), post more when you can.

I tried something a little different today. It turned out pretty well, so I may try it again. In the past when I've had a hotel breed and seed, fuck party here in Las Vegas, I've gotten a motel room, near the LV Strip and hosted them in the evening. However, this time, I got a room at a Hotel/Casino in the Las Vegas suburb of Henderson. It's a larger hotel, but it's easy to reach. Just off the exit where 2 freeways merge. There's free parking. And the elevator doesn't require a keycard. So, I decided this would work well for a sex party. I had for 2 days been putting ads on Craigslist. I had also posted a sex party on BBRT. I'd received several dozen replies, saying they wanted to attend. From past experience, I know only a small portion of the guys that say they're coming, actually show up. But, I was hoping for the best. One guy told me that he could only come if it was before 3pm. check-in time was 3pm. But, I was able to check in a bit early, so I got to my room at about 2:30p. I quickly messaged him and gave him the room number. He said he'd be there in 10 mins. I spent the rest of the time messaging everyone that had requested an invite, my room number and told them that the door would be unlocked. Come in and fuck. I then used duct tape to cover the door lock, so the door could just be pushed open, I dimmed the lighting, I undressed, I put out my poppers, wet wipes, a few hand towels and lube. All was set when I heard the door open, close, and he appeared in my dimly lit room. He came into my room and stood at the foot at the bed, kicking off his shoes and opening his jeans. I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his partially hard cock. He continued to undress as I was blowing him. Then he moved to the bed and layed on his back. I then climbed between his legs and again sucked on his now hard cock. I worshipped his cock and balls, then licked his ass. "Oh, FUCK!" he moaned when I licked his asshole. "I've never had my asshole licked", he said. "Are you str8?" I asked. "Yeah. And I don't have much time. My girlfriend is expecting me home". I continued sucking on his short, but fat cock as I tasted precum oozing from his piss slit. "Oh, dude! You're gonna make me cum!", he exclaimed, as he began to shake and fill my mouth with his hot cum. In probably 4 minutes, he had come, cum and was now quickly dressing and was out my door. Typical str8 guy, actually. Quick draws. Not two minutes after str8 boy number one had left, the door opened again and in the darkness I could make out a handsome Jock type guy in his mid 20's come into the room. He was about 5'9", 175 and muscular. He was wearing gym shorts which he quickly shucked. I knelt in front of him and began to suck on his giant cock, that was already rock hard. It was about 9"s long and really thick. Truly ROCK HARD, with a swollen mushroom head. While I was sucking on him, the door opened and closed. From the side of my vision, I could see a tall, broadly built guy in his early 50's walk past where I was kneeling and walk to the corner of the room. He stood there, unzipped and pulled out his cock. He was stroking his cock as he watched me suck the Jock kid. The Jock kid said to the other guy, "Come on over. He can suck us both". "No. Go ahead. I just want to watch right now.", the newcomer said. I continued to suck on the Jock as the door opened and closed again. In walked a stocky guy in his 50's. He quickly undressed and stood next to the Jock. I took turns sucking on both their cocks. The Jock said, "Someone needs to fuck this guy. That's what he wants. Right?" I got up and knelt on the edge of the bed. Grabbing my poppers and placing the lube on the mattress beside me. "Fuck, Yeah! Someone fuck me", I said. The stocky guy quickly came behind me and slapped his hard cock on my hole. I handed him the lube and he lubed both my hole and his cock. I sniffed on the poppers as he slid up inside me. He took no time to begin slamming into me. He wasn't really large. But his cock felt great. And he knew how to fuck. He fucked me for about 5 minutes with some good, hard pounding. While he was fucking me, another guy came into the room. He was a young guy in his 20's. The new 20-something guy quickly undressed and he began to suck on the giant mushroom cock of the Jock. All the while the other tall guy stood in the corner jacking off. The guy fucking me soon came, dressed and left. Then the guy that had just been watching walked behind me. Pulled his jeans open and slapped a huge rock hard cock against my ass. He thrust into me in one quick stab. Thank God the other guy had lubed me well and had dumped a nice load in me, so my ass was well lubed. He slid in me easily. He grabbed me around the waist and pumped hard and deep. It didn't take long for him to cum. He let out a loud growl as he emptied his balls into me. He then quickly pulled out, wiped off his dick, dressed and left. Finally the Jock with the giant, long, thick, mushroomed headed cock decided to fuck. He was completely naked. His body hard and muscular. Even as big as his cock was, the two loads already in me made his thick cock slide in me easily. His cock felt absolutely amazing! The mushroom head was hitting my prostate as he slid in and out of my ass. Sadly, he was so horny and had been enjoying blow jobs from both me and the young kid that had entered, so the Jock came pretty quickly. Damn! I would have loved for him to have fucked me for a long time. His cock was so large and hard, it almost felt like a dildo. But he came quickly, then pulled out. The young guy that was still in the room, but had not played with me dressed while the Jock was dressing and they left together. I was now alone after about 45 minutes of intense fucking. I checked my messages. I had several replies. A couple said they were on their way. And a few said they weren't coming. I heard the door open and close again. A hot black guy in his early 30's came in. He quickly got naked. His bbc was hanging between his legs. I dropped to my knees and began to suck. His cock swelled and lengthened very quickly. Then he literally grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up, pulling me towards the bed. I climbed on, again assuming my "position", on my knees, on the edge of the bed. The handsome bbc stepped behind me and slammed up into me in one, quick thrust. He wasted no time getting to it. Slamming my ass hard and deep. "How many loads you got in you, Faggot?" "Three in my ass and one in my mouth", I told him. "Any black dick, yet?" he asked. 'You're my first, so far". "You like black dick, Fag?" "Fuck, yeah!", I said. He's fucking me hard and slapping against me as the door opens again. From the side of my head I can make out an older white guy and a young black kid come into the room. The older white guy for some reason quickly turned and walked out. Don't know why? Maybe just wasn't his thing? Or he was scared? Or intimidated? Who knows? But, the young black kid quickly undressed and had a hard cock already. "Want a try?" asked the black guy fucking me. Without saying anything, the young black kid walked behind us. The guy fucking me pulled out and the kid took his place in my ass. The kid was not particularly hung, but he felt great. He had that incredible hardness that only young kids have. He was silent as he fucked. But he fucked me for about 6 or 7 minutes. The older black guy knelt on the bed in front of me and I sucked his cock as the young kid fucked me. The only sound the kid made was when he finally came. He let out a soft moan, then quickly pulled out and dressed. The older black guy once again came behind me and slid up in me. His cock was long, but not thick. He slammed in me for about 4 or 5 minutes, then let out a loud "OH, FUCK!" as he shot his load into my ass. As he pulled out of me and began to dress, the door opened again. A very, very tall, muscular guy in his 50's walked in. His emails said he was 6'4", 240 lbs of muscle. He had a very broad build. He walked to the other side of the room and stood there as the black guy finished dressing and left. I walked to the newcomer as he unzipped his pants. He was a very rugged looking guy. His muscles, height and bulk made him kind of intimidating. But, also a real turn on. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. He took a few steps towards me and fed his soft cock to me. He had about 8"s. Not particularly thick. But a nice size for sucking. The thickness was just right that I could take it deep down my throat. While I was sucking him the door opened again. The younger guy that had been sucking the Jock, earlier was back. I was puzzled by that, since he'd had no interaction with me. But he came over to where I was sucking this muscle bound hunk and he wanted to taste the dick as well. So, this young kid was going to be a party crasher. He had no interest in fucking me, but wanted the dick that I was providing. He was really turned on by this older muscle guy and was wanting to horn in on my action. I finally asked him to leave when he began to beg the muscle daddy to fuck him. "Excuse me. But, this is my breed & feed. Get your own hotel room. Post your own ads. And have your own party. Get the fuck out", I said to the kid. The kid started to protest when the Muscle Daddy added, "You heard the man. Get out". The kid dressed and left the room as the Muscle Daddy asked me if I wanted to get fucked? "Damn right, I do", I said. And I climbed onto the edge of the bed. "You got a condom?", he asked. SHIT! I'd been really clear in my ads and correspondence that it was bareback only. BUT, Muscle Daddy was so hot, that I was willing to let him fuck me with a condom. I did have one condom in my "fuck kit", so I pulled it out, handed it to him along with the bottle of lube. Again, assuming my position on the bed, he put on the condom and lubed it up. His covered cock slid up into me and he gave me a great fuck. About 10 minutes of wonderful fucking. Even though there was a condom on, this may have been my favorite fuck so far. His cock was just a perfect size. It was long. Thick, but not too thick. His large, swollen cockhead was rubbing my prostate as he slid in and out of me. His fucking actually made me cum. I was shaking in orgasm as he finally got to that point himself. "Where do you want my cum?" he asked. "Anywhere you want, dude", I replied. His fucking got faster and harder. I could feel his cock getting harder inside me. "Ahhhh.........Damn!", he groaned as he pulled from me and began to stroke furiously on his cock. I stayed where I was and I could feel his cockhead slapping my hole. Finally I felt his hot cum shooting all over my ass and my asshole. As he stepped back away from me, I got off the bed. And for the first time got a really good look at him. He was still handsome, but I could tell that in his younger days, he'd been quite a stud. His large, muscular chest was covered in a thick mat of salt & pepper hair. I rubbed his chest. "Damn! You're a hot man!" I said. He laughed. "Thanks", he said. "You're in amazing shape", I said. He again laughed. "Well, I used to be a professional bodybuilder. I'm getting kind of fat. But, thanks". "I just had a testosterone injection 3 days ago. I've been horny as hell. So, I needed this. Thanks. We need to do this again. Can I get your cell number?", he asked. I gave him my cell number and he quickly sent me a text, so that I would have his number. "Can you host?", I asked. "No. Married. Can't host", he said. "Well, normally, I can't, either. But we can always get a room, sometime." I said. "Yeah. Let's do that. You're a good fuck. I'll fuck you anytime", he said. "Thanks!", I say. "So, you're str8?", I ask. He laughs again. "Well, let's just say, I love to fuck. I don't care if it's a pussy. I don't care if it's an asshole. A nice hole is a nice hole. And you've got a nice hole. I'll fuck you, anytime. After Muscle Daddy left the action seemed to die. About 20 minutes went by with no one coming in. It was now 5pm. I'd been going at it for over 2 hours. And my time was getting short before I needed to leave the hotel and meet my friends for dinner. But, I got an email from a young black kid that had been saying he wanted to come. He said he was on the freeway and was 15 minutes away. Was I still taking dick? Well, this kid seemed to have a nice cock. He had sent me several pictures of his very long, very thick, bbc. He even sent me a video of him jacking off and shooting a load. It was hot! And I wanted him inside me. I told him I only had 30 minutes left, but I'd wait. Sure enough at 5:20pm, he was coming through my door. He was a nice looking, heavy set black kid in his mid 20's. He immediately stripped and sat on the edge of the bed. I began to suck on his foreskin and cock as it swelled to full hardness. I licked down his shaft and licked his balls. That pushed a button for him. "Yeah. Suck my balls", he groaned. I sucked on his balls. I sucked first one of his balls into my mouth. His balls were actually kind of small. So, I was able to get both in my mouth. I stroked his cock as I sucked on his balls. He was dripping precum. I went back to sucking him. If I hadn't been so pressed for time, I would have taken my time to savor his beautiful bbc. But, time was running out. I finally climbed onto the edge of the bed, putting my ass up. He climbed off the bed and put his cock to my hole. He began to press into me. His cock was so thick that it was hurting. I had to have him slide in me, real slow. I was sniffing poppers like crazy as I tried to relax my ass to accept his cock. Finally, his cock popped up into me. Then he began to pump. Slam, actually. The pain ended and turned to pleasure as he rammed his young, bbc into me. About 15 minutes of intense fucking resulted in my last load of the night. By the time I dressed and packed up belongings it was time to quickly drive to my dinner appointment.

As I brought Kane into the Abattoir I took a brief moment to enjoy the crowd. In the centre of the room in front of us was a huge dance floor; dark music pumped dirty and loud and the low strobing lights flashed show illuminations of men in various states of dress dancing and grinding their way across each other. Kane's eyes were barely registering anything after that double bootie bump he had been given by the bouncer and I doubt he had a clue what his piggy hole was in for. I walked him over to the bar along the side and shouted into his ear over the music "So what do you think!" His words slurred back semi comprehensible back to me "erm yeah, its loud man, I'm not feeling so good, this is all a bit much man. I... I... I don't know" "Kane, Kane relax, chill, you're here with me, I'll take good care of you trust me, these guys are harmless. Let me get you a drink and you can relax better" I grabbed the attention of the hot leather daddy bar man and leaned over to give him our order. "My Pig here is new and needs something to relax, can you get me a house special" The daddy winked back and grabbed some cheap soft drink and poured it into a plastic cup. I then watched him squirt some G and some meph into the cup before dipping his cock into the cup to stir it around. The liquid level slowly rose reaching the lip of the cup as he pulled his pissing dick out the cup and placed it in front of me. "There you go Sir, something wicked and wild to get your pig in the proper mood, no charge for you, but I'll be expecting some payment later" He leaned over and grabbed Kanes face shaking his eyes awake. "Hmmm he's a tasty one isn't he" Said the Daddy as he prised open Kanes mouth with his big thumb and held it open wide. The Daddy took a big snort from the back of his throat and spat a huge fat phlegm right into the back of Kanes throat and before Kane even register, he pulled Kane forward and stuck his tongue in, roaming around tasting. Kane pushed back from the bar shocked and confused "fuck FUCK man, no no, I'm not like that, I'm not into dudes". I kicked back into actor mode and grabbed Kanes shoulder to reassure him. "Listen its cool its cool he's just friendly thats all don't think anything of it, you know how slutty some gays are" "Ugh its gross man, he tastes like ash and shit" "Here use this to get rid of the taste" I said as I held the glass to his mouth and poured it down his throat. "Just chug it all and get rid of that taste". I looked back at the bar daddy who was standing back stroking his massive hard dick watching Kane drink his piss. "Ugh that shit was awful what was it" "Just some cheap pop man, I figured you might want something to help clear your head a bit" "Yeah ok cool, cool, ugh its fucking grim though" "Come on listen lets go dance and just try and have some fun yeah, if you don't like this place we can always leave" Kane reluctantly came to the dance floor and he followed me into the thick of the floor in amongst all the sweaty bodies as we began to dance to the dirty beats. It was pretty obvious Kane was the centre of attention as everyone turned towards him watching him dance and move. Guys weren't being subtle as hands decided to start groping his chest and feeling his body as I slowly took a few steps away and let the attack happen. All the drugs Kane had taken so far had him loose and mellow and out of it and he just allowed these men to remove his tight white t-shirt revealing his hard toned torso and pecs. I watched tow guys immediately attach to his nipples slathering over his body I could see in the flashing lights men behind him seeing the exposed hole. I moved around so I could watch as a guy dropped to his knees, pulled my pig's cheeks apart and began eating out the hole. I worked my way through the growing crowd to see my pigs face and could see he was gone, if the crowd wasn't so thick the pig would have fallen over long ago. So I decided it was time for me to go and get a drink for myself. After having a nice cold beer and a good friendly chat I looked over to the dance floor and noticed the crowd had dispersed, back to the usual dancing and grinding. Shit the Pig wasn't there. It wouldn't have been let out by the bouncers, so more than likely was in the toilets. Walking to the back of the club I pushed through into the wet area; the Abattoirs' toilets. There was my pig, on all fours with its classic tightie whities ripped wide apart, letting its shrivelled cock and balls hang loose. The jeans, boots and t-shirt were long gone but it had his white socks on still. Although now they were more a wet yellow colour from all the piss they had clearly been soaked in. The pigs hair was drenched along with most of its body which was currently being roughly thrust between two hot muscled black men, who were so muscled they put my pig to shame. My Pig was definitely not in the room anymore as the guy raping his mouth was pounding his giant cock right down his throat, and I mean down his throat as I was watching this bulge moving back and forth when my Pigs adams apple should have been. Moving behind I saw a similar sight, with every outward pull, a dick the size of a babies arm was pulling out my pigs puffy turn pussy lips before roughly shoving them back inside. This babies arm I guessed was at least 10 inches and jack hammering my pigs guts like it was mashed potato. "You liking my pig boys?" I said as I fished my dick out my jeans. "This ass is fucking prime and about to get nice and charged up in a minute. He's about to get some proper african aids babies. Gonna make him pregnant real soon" he said as he began thrusting harder into my pig. "We are proper toxic, proud and strong" said his friend as he was busy bashing his balls into my pigs face, occasionally taking a moment to slap him with those big open hands. "You sure you want this for him, he want this, no coming back, no treatment for this strain, its nasty shit" "Not a He, It. This pig doesn't deserve being acknowledge as a man, its a thing, my thing. Now fucking knock it up. I want it ruined and toxic and as fucked up as it can be. Give it your aids, both of you. fill it FILL IT UP WITH YOUR AIDS!" I shouted as the pair both began gutturally bellowing pumping their loads into my pig. "FUCK!" they screamed as they both pushed in as deep as they could, shooting load after load of their poison into the pig. Part of me wished the pig has been awake for this. Would it have hurt? Not the fucking, obviously that would have been agony for it, but would it have burnt inside as those viral strains flooded his insides seeping into his blood changing him and further mutating my strain in him. They both took a deep breath in unison as they slowly allowed their softening dicks to slide out, letting go and allowing the pig to slump down to the piss soaked floor. I took the fuckers dick and admired it in my hands for a brief moment. This was at least 12 inches long soft, I had clearly miscalculated. I was getting stiff just thinking about all the damage it had done and how deep that load must have gone. I placed the tip into my mouth and sucked the head tasting my pigs dirt and blooded ass. I stood up and proudly spat the flavour onto its face as it lay there with a slight puddle of cum leaking from its mouth. I used my foot to push the dribbling load back in along with some piss and tilted its head back upwards. "My worthless fucking pig" I wished looking down in both disgust and pride at the sight. The two guys started leaving, heading back to the dance floor, passing the leather daddy barman on their way out. "I'm on a break and figured this was where I could get my payment. Shit looks like someone bust the cherry before I did. Looks like I'm going to have to go a little extra" He leaned down and picked my pig up and put him over his shoulder. "You come with me too, you'll enjoy this" and we walked further into the depths of the club. We walked through some winding corridors and the music died down. We got to a big door with 'Slaughter House - No admittance' written across it. He took out a key with one hand, still holding Kane over his shoulder with the other and open the door. "Holy shit... now THIS is impressive" I gasped as I took out my phone and checked the battery life. Just over 50%, hopefully that would be enough to capture all of this, because this was able to get nasty.

As I opened the door getting in from work I could already hear the sounds coming from the front room. Quietly shutting the front door I walked into the lounge and saw Kane's girl with her spread wide apart on the sofa and Kane naked on all fours face right up inside her cunt chowing down slobbering away while she moaned out riding a wave of orgasm. On all fours he made the perfect piglet, and I could ever still see the black smear on his bum cheek where my last load in him has been marked down. Thats the thing about straight boys; they never look at their ass hole so you do whatever you want down there. Neither has seen me but I knew I had to play the part so I slammed down my bag and made a big scene. "Fuck Kane! I don't need to be seeing that!" Kane's girl opened her eyes and half shrieked and half burst out laughing. This wasn't the first time I had caught them. Hell I think Kane liked the idea of doing it somewhere he knew he'd get caught (I'd have to remember that for later). They started laughing and grabbed their various items of clothing before she scrambled out the door towards his bedroom. Kane patted me on the arm as he walked past "Sorry mate you know how I get when the horn comes on" and he made a rising motion towards me and we laughed as he headed to his room to continue. If only that dirty pig knew. Kane's girl made a leave and we headed down to the gym. Leg day was the best day and we worked up a proper sweat as always. Kane's chest was bigger no doubt but I had legs on him. But we were pumped quads and gluten looking ripped and we headed home. Throwing our shit down again I grabbed Kanes protein shaker and crushed in the usual sleeping tablets, but I also grabbed a hidden syringe of G I'd planned and hit it up with a nice 2ml shot. Today was going to be a special night for the piggy and he would need to be functioning but out of it. "Fuck mate I think the protein powder might be going off" He said as he chugged it down. "This stuff is tasting vile". "Nah mines fine, its probably your bottle seeing as you never properly wash it" I said as I encouraged him to knock back the last dregs. As per routine, Kane started playing his games whilst I grabbed out my phone and started messaging some people and checking messages. But I knew exactly what was on the menu tonight for my pig and he was going to love it. As his hands and eyes started drooping again I make a big point of coming over and lifting him up. "Come on big man time for bed" walking him to his room proving all the harder tonight after legs. I dumped him down and even whilst he was still awake I began stripping off his clothes. "Come on big boy lets get you ready for bed eh, just us lads yeah." I said reassuring as I took off his socks, vest and shorts. He was still semi awake and watched me as I took his pants off and held them to my face and took a big long sniff. "Mmmm fucking tasty stink on you boy" I said as his confused face tried to comprehend. "Look sniff them yourself" and I held them to his face and held them against his nose and mouth. "Fuck off" he muffled under the pants and I laughed as I dropped them to the floor and saw him drift off in front of my eyes. I loved him like this. Here but not enough to really get what was going on and definitely not making any memories. Grabbing my phone I set it up on my little tripod and set it running in the corner. This was going to be a good piggy movie to remember. Kane was breathing heavily now as his sleep was kicking in and I took the opportunity to begin playing his balls an cock. Taking some time to savour that sweaty stink on him I took nice long sniffs and licks and slowly his dick began to rise. He was semi unconscious but horny as fuck. Perfect. As if on cue, there was a knock at the front door. As I opened to answer it I saw Kanes treat for the evening, my big buddy Duncan, and when I say big I mean obese. We had chatted for a long time, he wasn't my type at all, but he was a total sick perv pig like me and had even had a few good ideas to screw with Kane. Tonight we were putting on of those plans into action. We were going to see how much he liked eating cunt. "Good to see you big man, lets get you stripped and in to see the pig yeah" "This is a fucking dream come true you sick fuck" Duncan said as he pulled down his tracks and stood out of them, then undid his hoodies (well big enough to be a blanket really) and stood there in his bulging glory. Duncan was 44 both in age and waist size. Huge big man tits which he kept smooth and a big fat ass. Grabbing his tits I gave him a squeeze leaned in and kissed him quickly and then dragged him into Kanes room. "Right the camera is here so lets get you on the floor here" I said as I helped Duncan get to the floor on all fours, ass in the air belly dragging on the floor. "Right now lets get your legs spread for our pig" Now for the fun part. I got in close to Kanes ear and started whispering. "Baby its me, I want my man, I want you to eat my cunt. Eat my pussy stud, eat me good, lick my clit you handsome fuck, get your tongue in me..." all the while I was slowly stroking his cock. As his eyes slowly were bleary opening and closing as he stirred through the sleep getting hornier and hornier., responding to my voice and touch. "Come here baby" I said as I took him and slowly started moving him towards Duncans fat ass, "Come and taste me" This was stupidly easy, as I guided Kane in between Duncans legs held open those cheeks and gave the camera a little wink as Kane pushed his face into the flesh and started chowing down. "Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK" Duncan moaned out as Kane began using that tongue to really delve up inside and prove what sort of a pig he was. "you... you ... you taste dirty babe..." Kane mumbled "Don't be a dick baby" I whispered back in his ear "Just eat me baby, clean me up, tell me you're going to clean me out" "I'll clean you out baby" Kane moaned "Louder baby, shout it out for me my little pig" I encouraged "I'll lick you clean baby!" Kane slurred. "and?" I encouraged "And I'm your little pig baby, I'll eat your pussy clean" and back he went into that hole slobbering away. I took this opportunity to stand up and grab the camera, bringing it closer to get some close up shots. "Is that good baby, do I taste good?" "You taste.... perfect.... my angel" he slurred between slurps I loved the camera slowly revealing that big body of Duncans as I zoomed in on his face. "And Angel? Hows he doing?" "Oh yeah that pig can eat my stink" Duncan said into the camera and gave a nasty sneer. I put the camera back and headed to the kitchen. I measured out another shot of G and brought it back to Kane. "Drink my juices pig" I said as I poured the shot down Duncans crack and watched Kane lap it all up. "Right lets get you up pig" I said as I lifted him up and dumped him down on the bed. "I think you need your nightly feeding. Duncan would you like to help me get him ready?" Duncan rolled himself over and marvelled at the muscled mans hole in front of him. "Oh fuck yes" he said as he took on of his sharp nailed chubby fingers ran it over his own hole for some moisture and then jabbed it down to the knuckle right into Kanes guts. "argh argh argh" Kane thrashed at the intrusion but I held him down. In this state he really wasn't going anywhere and despite the fact he was complaining I knew he loved this really, he always did every night, even if he didn't remember it. "Come on piggy be a good boy, don't upset your girl she cares about you" I whispered as I could see Duncan now digging two fingers in round and round. "Right out my way" I said as I came off the bed and moved Duncan out the way. I spat on my cock and lined up my biohazard tat with his hole. This was always my favourite sight of an evening. I pushed the tip at the hole and watched as it slowly sunk in, one motion balls deep inside him. God this pig felt good. "Does he suck?" Duncan asked as I began thrusting into my muscled mates pig cunt. "I doubt he conscious enough now after that last hit of G, it was a big one, but you can give it a go" And Duncan did his best. He listed up his belly and poked his hard little dick at Kanes face. With a bit of manoeuvring he got lanes mouth open and began thrusting his hard nub in and out. I leaned over and grabbed the camera mid thrust so I could get a good close up of this. My mates closed eyes in bliss, sucking on a tiny hard cock with a belly of fat weighing down on his face. What a beautiful sight. We carried on like this for a few minutes and then my intensity began building as I started to thrust hard into him (always the same, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to breed this pig and mark him as my own) at the same time I could see Duncan staring at me and he made mini little thrusts of his own and then with a dirty smile he took one thrust and held it and sighed out. This was enough for me as I began pumping shot after shot of my pop load deep into my pigs abused cunt. Duncan lifted his belly off of Kanes face and I could see the mess on Kanes pillow as it slowly drooled out his mouth. "Whats your viral load at the moment Duncan?" "Fuck knows you have to go to the doctors to find that out right?" he said and he scooped up some of the spillage and pushed it back into Kanes mouth. I walked round the bed and held Duncans finger in Kanes mouth pushing two of my own in. I took his finger and dragged that nail around lanes mouth digging it into the back gums hardened pooling the cum into the fresh wound. "Right you sick fuck go home and expect a link to the new movie soon" I laughed as Duncan gathered his things. After shutting the front door, I cam back to Kanes room. Grabbed the pen I spread his cheeks and wrote POZ LOAD INSIDE. I cleaned up a bit of the unexplainable mess from around his room and then covered him with the duvet. "Sleep tight pig" I said as I covered him with his duvet and closed his door. I sat on the sofa editing the video and laughed to myself, how was his girl going to react when she saw how hard he was eating out some older obese ass. I couldn't wait.

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For the next 15 or 20 minutes the room was filled with the sounds of leather Daddy's chaps-covered thighs and heavy balls smacking again and again against the sub pig's hairy sweaty ass cheeks as Daddy pounded away at the increasingly accepting formerly virgin hole, along with the deep moans and groans of pleasure/pain and lust and the dirty chem-fueled outbursts alternately begging Daddy to fuck him and thanking Daddy for using his hole, and the incessant "click" of the lighter as even during this initial hard fucking I continued feeding all 3 of us huge hits from the pipe. I had just given Trevor a gigantic shotgun which we traded back and forth a few times then we began noisily making out. My tongue thrusting deep inside Trevor's mouth I could feel the vibrations running throughout his entire body as Daddy banged that hot horny hungry pig hole. When Daddy was as horned up as he was tonight, with the thought of beginning this boi's conversion, transformation and acceptance, I knew he would spew a fucking HUGE load of unmedicated poisoned jizz into the depths of the hole surrounding his dick. And my own thick leaking POZ cock throbbed thinking that THAT huge toxic load of Daddy's would be the very first load ever dumped in this pig's hole - initiating him into the sensual dark pleasures of taking cum, wanting it, needing it, not caring about his fucker's status. I couldn't wait to slide my own unmedicated cock into his willing hole, feeling Daddy's thick load coating the way. I pulled my lips back from the pig's lips and looked into his dark-as-hell eyes. He smiled lustfully at me then suddenly arched his back and moaned loudly as Daddy plunged hard and deep at a new angle hitting more uncharted territory in the neg cherry hole. "OH YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Oh gawd, Daddy! I love it! I love it!! Fuck you feel so good Sir! I'm your sub pig boi Daddy! I'm yours to use for your pleasure! Just keep fucking me! Fuck! I can't believe how good it feels!"" "I knew you'd like it boi", Daddy growled deep in his throat as his breath became more ragged. "Your hot hole needed to be fucked to make you a true sub pig. You like Daddy's dick in your ass pig? You like feeling Daddy's cock plow deep into your guts?!" "Yes, fuck YESSSS Daddy! Make me your pig! Plow me! Fuck me!" I blew out a cloud of smoke into Trevor's face and asked lustfully, "Do you want Daddy to breed you, pig? Do you want our hot leather Daddy to cum in you? He's cum in me so many times and the feeling is fucking unbelievable! And with his cum being charged up - with Tina", (smiling at Daddy as I said this), "you'll be higher than fuck! Do you want it?" "HELL YESS!!" the boi screamed out. "Then tell HIM", I said. "Beg him for his cum. Tell him how much you want him to breed you. Begging him for it will make him cum even harder inside you." Trevor locked eyes with Daddy. "PLEASE Daddy! Please cum in me! Breed me and shoot your fucking seed into my guts! Let me feel what my pig brother has felt! Please Daddy, I need you to breed me!" Daddy pushed the sub boi's legs back further as he thrust forward harder and said, "That's all I needed to hear pig. Get ready bitch! Here comes your first ever cumload and it's like nothing you ever hoped for!" And with that Daddy bellowed and slammed one last time into Trevor's bug-bound manhole!

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Daddy leaned forward and slipped his thick tongue (so may things of Daddy's are soooooo thick!!) into the pig's open panting mouth! The tweaked up cumslut sucked Daddy's tongue in with a loud groan of lust. I watched them making out for a few moments while I watched Daddy's hips swiveling slightly, pressing his leaking bare POZ cock more firmly against the hungry bottom's wet ass lips. Daddy pulled back just far enough to give me room to place the pipe between his lips and light it for him. Trevor watched with hungry numb eyes as Daddy inhaled deeply, looking directly into the pig's eyes as he filled his lungs full. When he had all he could hold, he looked at me and nodded letting me know that it was time, then he leaned down and placing his lips on Trevors, proceeded to give him a huge shotgun. As this started, I leaned down to Trevor's ear and whispered loud enough for him and Daddy to hear, "It's time pig. Take Daddy's BIG "toy"! Enjoy it!" At that exact moment, I grabbed onto the boi's shoulders to hold him down as I watched Daddy's hips pull back a fraction, then move forward forcefully, pushing his raw, thick POZ cock into Trevor's virgin neg chemmed-up hole. The boy's eyes flew open wide even as he was taking the shotgun as he felt the hard fat Daddy dick penetrate his ass lips and begin entering where no dick had ever been. He tried to thrash but between my hands on his shoulders and Daddy laying on top of him, his efforts were useless. "That's what you wanted, isn't it boi?", I asked him. "Something BIG to fill you up completely? That's what our leather Daddy is giving you. Just what you begged for. Feel it open you up. Feel it fill your hole. Enjoy it, pig. Daddy is giving you pleasure...and so much more!" As I finished, Daddy pulled his lips from Trevor's and smiled darkly at the boi beneath him, being impaled on Daddy's lethal cock. Before Daddy ccould say anything, Trevor, blew out a huge cloud from the shotgun and yelled out, "Oh, fuck, Daddy! It's too big! Take it out! Please!! I don't think I can take it! Oh gawd, it's so big!!" Daddy stopped the movement of his hips and looked into the pig's black eyes. "You said you wanted something big, boi. Daddy wants to please you just like you want to please him. I'm giving you my big hard toy to fill up your hole, to stretch you wide and deep. Take it boi. Make your Daddy happy..and I promise you I'll give you things you never even imagined. Breathe deep and look into my eyes. Let your need take over. Me and my pig boy are here to please you as you please us." I slid the pipe back between his lips and lit it, delighting in the way he automatically began inhaling. "That's it, pig", Daddy said softly and seductively. "Suck that smoke in. Let it help you enjoy the first of many of Daddy's gifts. Give in to your needs." I pulled the pipe from Trevor's lips and watched him slowly blow out a thick white cloud. "Oh fuck, Daddy, it's so huge...and hard. I didn't think it would hurt so much...but...but....fuck it feels good too! I can feel my hole opening and wanting it. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck that hard big toy into my ass! Fill me up!! Oh fuck yessssssssssssss!!" "You got it, pig!", Daddy croaked and slammed the remaining inches into the cumwhore's awakening hole!

Part 5 The cigar smoker had just lodged his cock all the way into my butt when he put the brown bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a hit, boy. I’m not gentle.” I took in the fumes, putting my nostril against the top ridge of the bottle, then I did the same with the other nostril. I felt the heat go to my head and to my groin simultaneously and I gasped. Cigar man took that to mean I was lit. “Fuck yeah, boy, surrender that bubble butt to my big raw dick.” The man plowed into me roughly, in and out. I could feel sperm from my rectum sliding onto my balls as this man’s cock jackhammered my hole. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice. Are you going to take my load, boy?” The man pulled the hair on the back of my head. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “That’s right, boy. You are getting my load.” With that, the man shoved his cock all the way in, and I felt his warm fluid shoot hard up my hole. “Fuck! Take it, boy.” After unloading, the man started jackhammering my hole again. He cussed and fucked as if he was working to accomplish something more with my hole than just breeding it. “Damn, just fuck! Shit!” About five other men stood around the room watching and egging the top on. “Yeah, breed it! Breed that newbie hole good!” “We’re next,” said a gruff voice from behind us. Cigar man pulled out and slapped my ass. One man got underneath me. He was white haired and muscular with a beard and blue eyes. Probably in his early 60s. “Hey there, ShortStop, you’re just as cute as your pics on that safe-sex site,” he grinned. Then another man mounted me from behind and started shoving his cock into my butt. “You’re going to need to popper up, kid.” He held the bottle under my nose as his buddy slid into my ass. Once he hit bottom, I heard the top say from behind my head, “Okay, now you.” The white haired man held the poppers under my nose for about a half minute more, before he capped the bottle and started pushing his boner against my hole and the other man’s shaft. The poppers loosened up my resolve and I relaxed, letting a second raw cock push up inside me. “Damn hot!” the white haired man grinned as his dick sank into me snug against the hard cock of his buddy. The others in the room cheered as my hole finally opened up for the second cock. When both cocks were inside me, they each started thrusting in opposite directions. The thought of how the sperm inside my hole was lubing up both shafts thoroughly had me rock hard in my now jizz-soaked jock strap. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me. Take that hole.” The two old men continued to fuck in and out of my hole, sometimes in different directions, sometimes they plunged their rigid cocks into me together causing me to yell out. The other men in the room loved it. Poz9in was still there, too, occasionally grabbing my hard dick and jacking it as he watched my hole now taking in two semen covered cocks. He was jacking me when he asked the men for their HIV status. The guy under me answered, “We’re here to poz ShortStop91.” “Fuck!” I said aloud. Both cocks were hitting my prostate. “We like to cruise that safe-only site that this boy is on," he explained. "Once in a while, we score a young neg sub. We start with condoms, but somehow he will end up getting our raw cocks and loads inside him by morning. But the BarebackFuckers ad said this hot jock’s finally taking loads.” “Fuck yes, he is,” Poz9in replied. “Fuckin’ hot,” said the man on top of me and I felt the two cocks grow bigger and harder. “I’m getting close to cumming.” “Me too,” said the white haired man. “Let’s try to come together and fucking fill up this safe jock’s hole.” They both started pounding my ass as Poz9in held the poppers bottle under my nose again. “Open up that pink hole for me, baby. I want to see these men fuckin breed you with their toxic seed.” I took about eight hits. I was once again letting old men have and use my hole bareback, and I was fucking turned on—And these old men were actually trying to poz me! I felt Poz9in put his hand back into my jock and feel my dick. “He wants it.” Both men inside me were fucking me in sync now which made me yell out when they hit bottom, plunging both their cocks in. They, too, were vocal in building up to cumming. “Ah, I’m going to fucking cum,” said the man on top of me. “Fucking take it, now, jock boy,” said the white haired man. “We want you knocked up good.” “Fuck yeah. FUCK!” the top's mouth was pressed against the back of my ear. He was unloading. “Jesus fucking… fuck!” “Yeah, shit! Me, too.” The white haired man went rigid and held my ass down so he could push his cock in as far as possible. I could feel both cocks pulse as they pumped their warm poz jizz into me. As they spasmed, both men seemed to fight to get deeper into my hole. “Damn! We got him. We got him. That’s about 7 days build-up of poz sperm we just pumped into you, boy. Hope it takes.” As the men slowly pulled both of their dicks out of my hole and leave the bed, Poz9in still knew I was buzzed on poppers and kept his hand in my jock, pumping my dick. On my knees with my legs spread, my wet fuck hole was open and exposed to the rest of the men in the room. I felt Poz9in tug on my jock pouch and there was a loud ripping sound as the threads gave way. I felt the cool air of the room on my hard dick when it fell out of the broken jock strap. Poz9in said, “I haven’t tasted young neg cum in a long time.” I watched as his head went between my legs and, still buzzing on poppers, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth on my dick. He sucked on it and I was ecstatic. As his tongue worked the sensitive head of my cock, my ass begged for another cock from the room of old men. Anyone, I thought, someone please put a cock in me. I heard the rustling of movement in the room as Poz9in started going up and down on my dick with his mouth and throat. To make more room for his head and shoulder, I had to raise my right knee off the bed. That’s when I felt the next man’s large hands grab hold of my thighs and his cock enter my fully spermed up hole. Poz sperm, no less! The man’s girthy hard cock slipped easily inside, and started fucking me. “Ahhhh, yeah. Let's all get this cute jock boy fucked up,” the man said as he began to pound me hard.

Interesting... pretty much 100% consensus. Me too. It's not just the cum that I want, it's what the cum represents, that the top is sated and I now have a part of him inside me even after he leaves.

I love all hard cocks. BUT...... My all time favorite is to have a BBC pounding my ass. I love to worship black cock. I love to eat black ass. And I love having my hole destroyed by a black cock. I can't get enough!

Chapter IV. After being loaded with the bellhop’s cum, both my boy and I were still out of breath as the bus pulled away from the hotel in Berlin. In that city, we’d both gone from being in a semi-monogamous relationship to taking cum from likely-POZ strangers. We slumped down in the seats and my boy slid his left hand down his pants and past his crotch to his freshly fucked hole. I could actually hear cum squelching in his ass. He smiled and slid his right hand down the back of my pants. Once both hands were good and cummy he smiled. The tour guide walked past us and stopped. He leaned over me and sucked the cum off of both my boy’s hands. ‘Get some rest, guys. I’m going to show you a good time in Prague tonight. He tousled my hair and walked away. I dozed off and woke up a bit later to find my boy gone. I poked my head over the seats and couldn’t see him anywhere. I also couldn’t put eyes on our hunky tour guide. I snickered and tiptoed past the other sleeping tourists and put my ear to the bus bathroom. I heard short breathing and the occasional wince. I rapped lightly at the door and the breathing stopped. The door cracked open and my sweaty boy peeked out. ‘Wait your turn!’ he hissed and closed the door. I knew he was at that moment probably full of raw dick. I went back to the seat and giggled, amazed at how hungry my once-almost-prudish boyfriend was now for raw cock. A few minutes later he hobbled back to the seat, and leered at me. ‘He’s ready for you,’ he said, winking. I stood up and kissed him. ‘He breed you?’ I whispered as I licked his earlobe. He nodded and whispered back, ‘He did. And he’s got a load for you too…’ He smacked my cheek and I headed back to the bathroom, glad that the rest of the passengers were all dozing. I opened the door, and there was the tour guide, naked from the waist down, with his huge uncut hard-on glistening with his seed and my boy’s fresh ass juices. His dick stood straight up, in front of his navel tattoo. I started drooling. The bathroom was very small. I nearly bent in half to try to lick the pearls of cum off of his dick. The tour guide stood me up, pulled my pants off and spun me around. He spit into his palm to grease my hole a bit and then pulled me down onto his cock. It was a good thing that I had fresh bellboy seed dripping out of me to ease his pounding or it would have seriously hurt. I didn’t realize I was moaning until he wrapped his sweaty paw over my mouth. He kept his hand there as he pistoned into me. He growled, ‘You’re in for it now. Took longer to work this load up since your boy got my first load of the day!’ He slammed into me and held me down so I couldn’t have pulled off of his raw cock even if I had wanted to. I made my way back to the seat to find my boy smiling in his sleep. We both slept a bit and woke up about three hours later on the outskirts of Prague. The sightseeing that day was lovely, but that’s not I’m here to tell, and not what you’re here to read about. After a breathless day of seeing too many touristy places, we checked in to our hotel. Dinner that night was to be in the hotel restaurant. We were hoping that there would be some naughty fun later so we showered and cleaned out pretty well just in case. I got so turned on watching him clean out that once he was spic and span, I dove into his ass. I swear I could still taste the tour guide’s load seeping out of his ass even after all of the cycles of cleaning… I had to fuck him. I lost my load quickly. I fired my cum into him, the third load up his ass of the day, and he pulled off quickly, stabbed his cock into me, and filled me up with what felt like a big sticky load, my third load too. As we were changing for dinner, and hopefully naughty fun afterwards, there was a knock at the door. A very handsome man was standing there with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to us, winked, turned, and walked off. After the morning tryst with the Berlin bellhop, we were surprised that he didn’t stay to fool around. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was an invitation to a private club with both of our names on it. It read, ‘Show me for free admission to the VIP area,’ followed by a street address. I got excited about what sort of club it might be, knowing that the tour guide must have arranged the invite for us. We headed down to dinner, ate a hearty meal, with the tour guide always finding a way to wink at us, or stroke our shoulders as he brushed by from table to table. I was rock hard the whole time. My boy reached over and under the table unzipped my pants, whipping out my cock. Of course, the timing worked out so that the busboy was clearing plates and got an eyeful. He froze for a split second, then licked his lips. As he walked away, my boy got up and followed him to the kitchen. I knew someone was going to get fucked. The tour guide appeared, as if on cue, saying, ‘Your boy must be entertaining Josef…’ I grinned. ‘You think your boy will take his load?’ I nodded. ‘Good,’ he replied, leaning forward to stroke my drooling cock. ‘He’ll need lots of lube for what I have planned for you both tonight. So will you.’ I nodded again, my throat dry. ‘You may want to see if you can find them… I bet he’s good for two loads. Most Czech boys are…’ I took his advice, zipped up, and headed down a back hallway to the kitchen area. I heard deep grunting through a closed door, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There was my boy, on his back on a stack of boxes, with Josef hammering his hole and another guy forcefully fucking his throat. Josef grunted with each thrust, while my boy had his head craned back, swallowing the huge dick swinging around in his mouth. The dick belonged to a surly heavyset hairy guy with white pants bunched up at his ankles. I could see my boy’s throat bulge every time the dick in his mouth slid deep. The guy motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled out of my boy’s mouth and my boy looked up at me, almost annoyed that he only had one raw cock in him. The heavy guy yanked my pants down and bent me over my boy, who greedily swallowed my cock. The guy’s cock was thick, and I was again glad to be slick with cum to ease a fresh dick entering me. I licked and stroked my boy’s cock as Josef kept fucking him. I felt like I was being split in two with the dick inside me thrusting deeper and deeper. I also felt the guy’s sweaty hairy belly slipped around on my ass and lower back. I’d never been fucked by a guy with a big belly before, and I loved the sensation. He smacked my ass and cursed at me, maybe in Turkish? Josef picked up his pace, and the hairy Turk matched him. The both moaned as they started cumming at the same time, filling my boy and me up with fresh cum. The Turk pulled out immediately, slapped his dick on my crack, pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt and disappeared quickly. Josef took a little more time, easing back and forth in my boy’s hole. I watched as sweat glistened and trickled down his slim chest. He leaned forward and fingered my hole a bit. He said in a sexy strong accent, ‘I will see you boys later tonight… well, maybe not see you, but feel you…’ He winked and got dressed, leaving me and my boy to pull ourselves together. We dressed and entered the dining room just in time for dessert. Josef brought us coffee whispering, ‘you better stay awake… It’s going to be a long night for you both!’ To be continued…

Sorry for the long delay, it's been a crazy bit here. But I have some time and inspiration, so here comes the next installment. Kyle was in an absolutely perfect and euphoric state, he had never felt this great while getting fucked in his life. Matt could sense his partners pleasure. and was feeling quite wonderful himself. Matt was certainly aware of the fact that he had a much thicker cock than most, as well as being fortunate enough to be blessed with length, though he exhibited outwardly or felt internally boastful feelings of it. He certainly enjoyed his size, and the multitude of hot sexy boys it got him. What he really got off on though about his cock was two fold: partially, his girth allowed him to feel a tight hole on virgin and used holes; mostly though, his cock got rigid as steel and he would fill with passion and energy on how much his bottoms love his cock. This is not to say Matt only cared about his bottoms feelings, he certainly had a dominate side Kyle was only yet to see. As Matt continued to rail his willing partner, who was so thoroughly enjoying his new found activity and showing his satisfaction with his moaning (the likes of which he only believed to occur in staged porn, until now when he realized WHY the guys in porn moaned) Matt began to think of more ways to encourage moaning in Kyle and pleasure for himself. In the next moment, three activities happened all but simultaneously. Matt in a sudden revelation knew what was next in line for Kyle, that came so suddenly and so hard, and was so hot his cock began to erupt in Kyle who was in that instant unable to speak from having his first anal orgasm that was so intense he barely noticed he didn't cum. Kyles semi plump dick though, was dripping precum in copious amounts it never had before. Matt was still pumping away in that supple and inviting ass that was feeling more and more perfect with each stroke, and quickly realized Kyle was unaware of the sizable warm fresh load residing deep in his insides, for this moment Matt decided to keep it that way. Matt slowly retreated from his cums new home, and gracefully maneuvered himself and Kyle back into a more traditional porn viewing arrangement on the bed, and asked if he could put on a video form his collection. Kyle, in his lingering euphoria, and after shocks of orgasm was quite agreeable to that idea, as Matt would soon find out Kyle was quite agreeable to a number of things in this head space. Matt swiftly obtained the mouse and keyboard so he could pull up his Plex account. He set up this sever for instances just such as this one, instances where he wanted to manipulate the mood, and preferably the activity to his choosing. The reason that Matt came so hard and so suddenly was remembering that he had recently hooked up with a guy from BBRT that he had really clicked with. He had wanted to meet up again, and surmised this would be a splendid opportunity. Matt was almost as sure as he could be that Kyle would be down and willing for anything at this point, but just to be safe (the only time you'll hear that in this story) he fed the glass cock more candy, took 3 full hits from it himself, shotgunning the clouds to Kyle, then offering the pipe over. Without hesitation or need for instruction Kyle readily began to roll the boll and inhale the puffs of sexual pleasure deep and with purpose. Matt took this time of distraction to contact Josue, his friend from BBRT. Since Matt is a top, Josue did not get to act on his versatility in their last meet. They still managed to have a fuck of a lifetime, and Matt wanted to have an even better one tonight. Several hits later, Kyle set the pipe back on the table next to the bed, and simply began to stroke his cock and admire his current fuck mate. The glaze in his eyes and the dilation of his pupils told Matt he was ready for his proposal. Matt started this by caressing and sensually rubbing his tweaked out bud. He asked Kyle how he was feeling, and if he had been enjoying his day/evening so far. Although able to, Kyle chose not to answer with words, he simply groped Matt while sliding over to him for a kiss, in which he proceeded to moan in that special way bottoms can to drive a top crazy. This was when Matt informed Kyle of Josue, his 9" UNcut cock, and superior ability to achieve and maintain a hard-on even when smoked out of his mind. He of course couldn't neglect to mention Josue's seemingly infinite ability to cum, and with consistently generous volumes. Kyle, a lover of latin, uncut, hard, and huge cocks couldn't agree fast enough. This was also when Matt was informed of Kyles LOVE for cum. Matt was extremely pleased with both responses, and quickly informed Josue he was welcome, and where to show up. Josue sent 2 pictures with his "On my way!" text.

My natural father was a sexual deviate. I refer to him as my Natural father or sperm donor since I have had no contact since I was 7. My step father was the one who raised me and my siblings. I have been told that during divorce proceedings he confessed to have fucked at least 3 dozen women in the short 6 years my parents were married, they got divorced when I was 3. He was a terrible father in that he didn’t want boys per se and treated me and my brothers like shit, on the verge of mental and physical abuse. Lucky for us we were too young to really remember but the scars are deep and hidden beneath layers of socialization issues. But I digress, I say he was a sexual deviate because he was always horny, probably why I have a high sex drive as well. He confessed that on their wedding night when he supposedly had gone out to get cigarettes he actually went out and picked up on a whore and plowed her before getting blown by a male hustler in an ally on the way back to the motel. He then came back to the motel and screwed my mother twice before falling asleep, only to wake up with a full erection and fuck mom three more times before breakfast. I’m sure you can get the gist of my description of my sperm donor, but he also fooled around all during the time they were married. I remember one incident from my toddlerhood where he had come home from work with a broken hand, supposedly caught in a car door, later in life I learned the real reason his hand was slammed in the door ad that was that the boy who he had been watching for one of his affairs a teenager, had been giving him blow jobs when his mom was out and then watching and getting jealous when he observer my sperm donor and his mom getting kinky and performing anal sex. In his rage the next time they stopped by my sperm donor’s work he slammed my SD hand in the car door. My SD was a sexual deviate but somehow avoided knocking up any of his affairs. He wasn’t so lucky after the divorce and ended up having a shot gun wedding to a gal he ended up knocking up, he ended up having 3 sons with that woman before moving onto his third wife whom he had another four children so in his lifetime he managed to produce eleven children legitimately and who know how many bastard children are out there. For the purpose of this tale however I will focus on his later children in his last mating he produced 2 girls and two boys. I was in my late twenties when I decided to research my linage I not only wanted to find out where I came from but also was curious about my half siblings and whether they turned out ok. Now I knew my paternal grandfather was a Mormon from Utah. So after inputting his name into the LDS registry I discovered that my ancestry went way back into the late 1600’s and my ancestors had traveled from Kentucky to Utah via Arizona and Illinois. But my search wouldn’t go forward I knew my Sperm donor had been a bit of a black sheep so I figured he had been removed from the church records. I began using a on-line genealogy site and had soon constructed a really nice tree but it had a missing link. I searched death and marriage records as well as birth documents and suddenly the picture had become to come clearer. I had found my lost father and his family living in southwest Utah where my Sperm donor had died due to heart problems (most likely from all the STD’s he ended up contraction from Whores and hustlers) but his family was still located in Arizona. I had two half-brothers and I had their names as well as my two half-sisters. I dug a little deeper and found my 3 half-brothers from his second marriage as well. I now knew the names and ages of my half siblings what to do next. I was content at the time to have just the information and the knowledge of their existence. One day fate stepped in and I was in a position of actually talking to the youngest of the boys. I had taken a day off to relax and do some spring cleaning around the house when the doorbell rang. I peeked out the peep hole and saw 2 Mormon missionaries standing on my porch. I was bored so I opened the door, what the heck I could have some fun taunting these two lovely specimens of clueless youth. I invited them in and they began explaining their mission and began telling me about the book of Mormon. I had heard it before as I had begun being raised Mormon before my parents shifted over to Baptist. I had a strange feeling though as they went on with their lessons, the one boy who was about 19 seemed kind of familiar so I asked where he was from and he replied he was from Arizona. He also had the right name of my youngest half-brother so as they began to get nervous about my inquiries I mentioned I had used the LDS family to try and find my lost family members. Jonathan the one I was interested in said that was cool and did I have any success and I told them that I had indeed tracked the names and approximate locations down and when I mentioned the town that my half siblings were last surveyed in via the US census, Jonathan perked up and looked surprised as that was the town he was from. I asked him about his surname and he responded that it was against church policy to give out that information so I volunteered some information about my original surname to see if he recognized it. He not only recognized it he was almost in tears with a dumbfounded look on his face. Fate had brought us together after all these years. I gave him my information and asked if he’d like to go to dinner with me some night and we could get to know each other. This where fate gets kind of strange, Jonathan called me the next day and said he spoke with his stake elders and got permission to meet up with me for dinner to discuss our lives and etc. he asked if one of his fellow missionaries could come along to witness this reunion and monitor for the church to make sure everything was on the up and up. I said sure as I had no hidden agenda. Little did I know but my little half-brother and his missionary brother did. I picked up the pair at an apartment down the street from my house and took them to a mid-level family restaurant in the area. We talked for a bit had a good dinner and the other missionary (he wasn’t he one who had come with Jonathan originally) said that he thought moving the conversation to my house would be appropriate since my usual taking someone to the bars next wouldn’t work here, I was still in awe about meeting Jonathan not to mention that the two families both lived in the same town and kept in communication with each other, so Jon was able to fill me in on all the family gossip. I started asking how my other half sibling’s had turned out and Jon began skirting the issues, I was getting suspicious that Jon was trying to hide something. Jon asked for a glass of juices and when I went to get it in the kitchen he followed me. I poured the glass and placed the jug back in the refrigerator and when I turned around Jon kissed me full on the lips. I pushed him away and retorted what was he doing. He responded that he knew when I invited him in the other day That I was gay and it didn’t matter to him because so was he and two of my other half-brothers, he didn’t give me all the details but indicated they were a very close tight knit band of brothers (wink) He approached me again and began messaging my nipples through my polo and I was gone and he began making out with me again after a couple minutes I pushed him away and blurted what about the elder in the living room? He said don’t work that they had been fooling around at the apartment when the others went out on mission walks, and he stated that he had told elder tom where to find my porn which should keep him occupied for a while. I was shocked, not displeased but shocked that these two hot missionaries were in fact using the missionary position on each other. Jon began nibbling on my earlobes and neck and I melted into my 19 year old brothers arms he led me to my bedroom and undressed me and then licked every inch of my body doing a great job on my cock and balls and working his way to my hole which he took extra care to slobber up and get it nice and loose. He had inherited our father’s big cock and sex drive just like me we kissed some more I tasting my ball and ass crack sweat on his tongue. He worked his way back down my body before lifting my legs onto his shoulders and positioning his cock head at the entrance to my love canal. You sure about this he asked, You want to recombine our DNA’s I nodded and he began the inward journey into my private most place I felt him bump up against my prostate before burying more cock in my ass he reached my inner ring of muscle and paused with only 2/3 of his cock in me he pressed a bit and I could feel the ring open to give him passage. He hit bottom and his scrotum banged into my ass cheeks he gyrated his hips and I could feel him piston in and out in short strokes he then started taking longer strokes and pulling almost all the way out then in again I could feel him pulse in me and I knew it wouldn’t be long I was dripping gobs of precum and he began using it to lubricate my cock he jerked me to the brink and stopped hilted his cock and asked once again if I wanted our DNA’s to combine I said ye s and he then began a hard assault on my ass and cock. We shoot almost simultaneously him feeling my gut with his juice and me spraying our chest and bellies with what I would later find out was my last Neg load. You are of the brother hood is what he whispered into my ear (To be continued – What to do with a horny missionary)

I'm engaged to a wonderful poz undetectable man. We dated a few times when he told me his status. I thought about it for a minute or two, read up on HIV and we've been together more than a year. I'm not on prep and won't go on it. He's mostly a top (he's teaching me to top) and shoots me full of his cum several times a week. I've never had a better love or sex life, HIV is something he has, not who he is. I'm glad I was willing and able to accept him and learn all I could. We'll be married early next year.

New chapter! Finally. I had to edit a lot... _________________ Chapter 8 There was a distant knocking sound that was getting louder. I tried to get out of bed, but I was held in place by…Carlos. He’d fallen asleep too; we were on our sides, his dick still inside my butt, his arms and legs wrapped around me. “Hello?” I heard a voice say through the door. “Anyone home?” I made a face and yelled “Just a minute.” I sat up and nudged Carlos. He stirred a little but didn’t wake up. “Carlos,” I hissed. “WAKE UP!” “Wha…huh? What’s wrong, baby?” Carlos said, blinking sleepily, and pulling me back down. The knocking at the door resumed. “Someone is here to see us, apparently,” I said. “Can’t you tell them to go away? I wanna fuck you again.” “That’s probably not a good idea right now,” I said dryly. “Oh, man.” He pulled out of me, and his dick was still hard as a rock. “I guess they were thinking of you when they invented the word ‘tireless’.” “No, Darren. The words ‘el semental’ were invented for me.” I looked confused, and he pulled me close for a kiss. “It translates as ‘a stud’ in English.” I laughed at his macho cockiness. This was a boy for whom confidence was not in short supply. “Carlos, get your cock out of his ass and get your ass out of that bed and open this door!” I heard a voice – Aaron’s? – shout through the door. He got out of bed, didn’t bother to cover up, and threw the door open without trying to hide his state of arousal. “Yeah, what do you want? We were kind of busy getting to know each other.” “We can see that,” said Aaron as he walked in followed by Aiden. Both seemed unembarrassed and unsurprised. “So this is your method of protecting him? If anyone tried to get in the door you were going to dick them to death?” “Darren needed a little TLC, that’s all.” “And you were more than happy to give it to him, I see.” “Having fun?” asked Aiden with a suggestive grin. “You deserve it after last night. And after basically throwing The…no, I like your name better…Daddy Scorpio out on his ear.” Aiden started to laugh uncontrollably, and choked out “You were incredible!” “See, now what did I tell you baby?” Carlos said to me. I smiled, and looked to the door expectantly. Where was Mike? Aaron, interpreting that look correctly, said, “Mike’s downstairs. They’re all still discussing and arguing.” “So you decided you had to come and interrupt our nap?” Carlos said. Aiden smirked. “You don’t look particularly ready for sleep, sweetheart. And I think Darren could use a break.” “And Mike said he needs you to come down now so he can brief you, and then you can argue with him, too.” Carlos made a face. “Fuck.” “You already have – a couple times,” I added, straight-faced. He gave me a lecherous grin, sighed, and began to pull on his clothes over his now-subsiding hard-on. I arranged the sheet to cover myself better; since Aiden and Aaron were clothed, I felt a little underdressed. Carlos looked at me and said, “Here, baby,” handing me his t-shirt. It was large enough that it hit just at the tops of my thighs. I loved the feel of the soft knit, and that it smelled like Carlos; it was like wearing a security blanket at a time when I needed to feel safe. “You know, you don’t have anything we haven’t already seen up close and personal, honey,” Aaron quipped. I scowled at him. Carlos stopped as he was going out the door. “Wait a second. Who’s gonna stay here with him?” “We are, don’t worry about it. I’d say the two of us are equal to one of you,” teased Aiden. Carlos snickered. “It’d take about 10 of each you.” “Will you get out of here already?” Aaron said. “Mike – our Prefect – is waiting, and there’s serious stuff to consider.” I gulped at that bit of news. “Is there a bathroom I could use?” I asked. “Sure, just down the hall,” Aiden answered. “I’ll walk you there,” said Carlos, putting his arm around my shoulder. “You’re not coming in with me,” I said flatly. “But…” he started. “You can check the room in case someone is hiding in the bathtub, the medicine chest or a drawer. And then you can stand guard outside, if you insist.” A few minutes later Carlos walked me back to Mike’s room, gave my ass a squeeze, kissed me quickly but thoroughly and said “See you later,” as he headed downstairs – still shirtless. Everyone would probably interpret that, accurately, to mean that we’d spent the past few hours having sex. “I don’t know where our manners are,” said Aiden. “Do you want anything else to eat or drink? I’ve got some snacks and Gatorade or bottled water in my room.” “Water would be great,” I said. “Better bring the Gatorade, too,” Aaron said. “He needs to replenish after that clean out The…I mean Daddy Scorpio ordered for him last night.” “Oooh, yeah. I have some yogurt, too,” Aiden said as he left. The two of them were clucking over me like mother hens over a chick. I wondered what “The Father” would say about that. Aiden returned shortly with his arms full of yogurt, a bag of chips and a jar of salsa, some string cheese, chilled bottles of water and Gatorade. “What did you do, rob a convenience store?” Aaron said, sitting on the floor and motioning me to join him. “No, emptied my mini-fridge. I figured we could have a little party to celebrate the beginning of the end of the reign of terror of Coach Zetcher, aka Daddy Scorpio.” “Reign of terror?” I echoed. “Well, what would you call it?” said Aiden bitterly. “You’ve seen what it’s like. We’re all okay around here until HE shows up and starts ordering everyone around. You’re the first person I’ve ever heard tell him to go fuck himself.” “How did you do it?” asked Aaron asked. “What do you mean how?” I queried him. “I opened up my mouth and told him what I thought of him.” “Were you scared?” Aiden said. “You didn’t look it.” “No, I royally pissed. Mike and I had just finished having incredible sex, and we don’t even get a minute before that baboon with a Napoleon complex barges in and starts yelling at Mike for taking care of me. Come to think of it every time I have sex in this room, someone seems to have to enter immediately,” I said with a grimace. Both Aiden and Aaron rolled back laughing uncontrollably. “Baboon…with…a Napoleon…complex,” Aaron managed to say between guffaws. “Too funny! So what exactly did you say to get rid of him?” I repeated our back-and-forth as best I could remember it. Aaron stared at me. “You called him and old man? Oh. My. God. I bet he didn’t like that.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio constantly works out, takes testosterone, and I think gets Botox trying to convince everyone he’s still young. Did you notice he only fucked you once, and it took a whole night of watching everyone else bang you to get him hard enough to do it? You hit him way below the belt.” “Who cares what that asshole thinks? All we have to do is go to the administration and tell them what’s going on here, and I’ll tell my dad if they don’t do something.” Both Aiden and Aaron looked uncomfortable. “It might not be that simple,” said Aaron. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s head coach of the football team, and around here that pretty much makes him God, except when he’s more powerful than God,” Aaron said. “I still don’t follow you.” “You don’t think he gets away with this because no one in Administration knows, do you?” Aiden asked. I was appalled. “You can’t mean…” “Yep,” Aaron said. “Usually the next step in an Acolyte’s initiation is a ‘ritual’ with the Dean of Students and the heads of the math, science, English and humanities departments.” “What?” “How do you think Zetcher keeps new ‘recruits’ in this house, away from medical help until they convert? The old pervs who head those departments are either gay or stuck in bad marriages. Coach offers them a boy to have any kind of sex they want, and in return they make sure that you’re always marked as having attended class. They each bring your ‘homework,’ which is both class work and they get to fuck you some more. Once you’ve converted and it’s too late to get PEP you can leave the house.” I felt dazed and horrified as I tried to digest this. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” said Aiden. “This shit isn’t right,” I said. “We’ve got to do something.” “Darling, that’s what they’re arguing about downstairs,” Aaron said. “Mike had some plan or other, but after that scene with Daddy Scorpio it was kind of moot.” I slumped, and put my head in my hands while damning my big mouth. “This isn’t feeling like much of a party,” said Aiden. “Don’t worry about it so much.” “Carlos said I think too much.” “That sounds like my boy.” “Your boy?” I echoed. “You mean…” Aiden nodded. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have slept with him.” Aiden burst out laughing. “No one is really exclusive around here, like Mike said. I share a room and bed with Carlos but we don’t own each other. It’s not like we’re married.” As if to prove his point, Aiden pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. I was taken completely by surprise. “Yep, Carlos gave you the whole treatment, didn’t he? I can taste him on your lips.” I felt thoroughly embarrassed. Aaron leaned over and kissed me, then said “Yep, that’s Carlos all over him. Wow, he really must like you.” Aiden lowered his voice. “You know, he’s not exclusively a top.” “Really?” I said, finding it hard to believe. “As much as that boy is into having his ass played with? When he gets drunk, he’s pushing his butt up against my dick begging me to fuck him. Sometimes I encourage him to drink just so I get to do it to him. His ass is a hot fuck, tight because he doesn’t take it all that often.” I was flummoxed by their sexual frankness and matter-of-fact attitude. Maybe I wasn’t as sophisticated as I thought. “So Acolytes aren’t always on the bottom?” “Only if that’s what they want. Depends,” said Aaron. “Ike isn’t up for getting fucked, but I’ve done it with some of the other Acolytes.” “And that three-way we had with Carlos one of the nights he got plastered,” Aiden said, and they both laughed. “Aaron had to help me get him to bed, and suddenly he was moaning and pushing his ass against his crotch.” “That was some night,” Aaron said reminiscently. “We took turns, one of us in his mouth, the other in his ass.” “So what about you?” Aiden asked. “Are you an exclusive bottom?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. I was an anal sex virgin, remember? That was one of the ‘qualifications’ to pledge for this frat.” “You’ve never…?” “Nope.” Aiden and Aaron looked at each other. “Well, you have to lose that virginity, too,” said Aiden, and he began to strip off his polo and khaki shorts, while Aaron took off his skinny jeans and t-shirt. I was a little shocked. “Guys, you really don’t have to…I mean, I’ve already cum three times today.” Aaron was pulling Carlos’ t-shirt off of me. “Don’t worry about that, just leave it to us. And haven’t you noticed you’re feeling unusually horny?” “Yeah,” I answered, as Carlos’ t-shirt was pulled over my head. “He rubbed testosterone jelly all over you after your cleansing, and we all use it too. But we think he sneaks Viagra or Cialis or something into the our drinks. In your case, he might have got it into you during the colon cleanse somehow.” Aiden started stroking my dick and playing with my balls, while Aaron kissed me on the mouth. Surprise, surprise, my dick was responding. Then Aaron made his way down my neck to my nipples; Aiden took my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. And it was torture. “Stand up,” said Aaron. I was puzzled, but did it. Aiden started sucking me again, and Aaron parted my ass cheeks and began kissing and licking my ass. I gasped, and my back arched. The last time I’d felt this was during phase one of my initiation while all the Acolytes were taking turns rimming me and having me rim them. Daddy Scorpio wouldn't allow me to cum, just had them keep me at the edge. Aiden stroked my balls while his head moved back and forth, and Aaron was sticking his tongue inside of me. I could feel my balls start to tighten, and that’s when Aiden pulled his head back and stopped sucking me. “Aiden,” I said, frustrated and irritated. “I want you to come in my ass,” he said. He grabbed Mike’s Vaseline and put some on my dick, and then put a little on his hole. “Not too much lube,” he said. “It’ll be tighter and feel really good.” Aaron had not stopped licking my butt hole while this was happening, and my cock felt like it was going to shatter if I didn’t cum soon. “Aaron, let’s move to the bed,” Aiden said. “His ass is yummy, full of cum,” Aaron said. “It’s a Carlos/Mike cocktail,” he said, laughing at his own pun. Aiden moved onto the bed, and crawled towards the head, positioning himself on all fours. I got up behind him, and began to penetrate. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I thought of Mike and Carlos using the word “velvet” and that described it perfectly: warm, soft and accommodating. Then I felt Aaron’s tongue on my ass while he was simultaneously stroking my balls. I let out a little shout, and started pumping my dick in and out of Aiden’s sweet ass, seemingly of their own accord. “Oh, yeah,” said Aiden. “Fuck me, you’ve got a really nice dick, the perfect size. You’re hitting my prostate, it feels amazing!” “Your ass is amazing,” I groaned. “This feels awesome. Aaron, don’t stop, but just tickle my balls really lightly.” Aaron immediately did as I asked, and the feeling of power was like an aphrodisiac. My thrusts got faster, and I could feel the cum welling up through my cock. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, and Aaron started sucking really hard on my asshole, and his fingers went crazy, stroking between my balls and asshole and sweeping up to tickle the shaft as I thrust against Aiden and then felt myself throb and pulse inside him. Aiden shouted and started to cum himself; the feeling of his sphincters squeezing my dick shaft rhythmically prolonged my orgasm to the max. Finally, we both finished, and I planted a kiss on Aiden’s shoulder blades. “Wow,” I said. “Incredible,” and I carefully pulled out. My dick was still hard from the intense stimulation. “Yeah, it’s great without a condom,” said Aiden. “Nothing else like it.” “Okay, my turn,” said Aaron, who traded places with Aiden, except he lay on his back, and threw his legs into the air. “Come on in, Darren,” he said, and made his asshole twitch in invitation. I took his legs over my shoulders the way Mike and Carlos had taken mine, and Aaron’s hand was on my cock, guiding me to his butt hole. “I don’t know if I can cum again,” just as Aiden started licking my ass and balls. I felt my still sensitive dick twitch, and I pushed it in Aaron’s butt. “Wait, don’t you want any Vaseline?” I said, just managing to hold off from ramming my dick in his warm, sweet ass. “Don’t need it. You’ve still got some on your dick, along with your own cum and who else fucked you this morning, Aiden?” Aiden stopped licking but his fingers didn’t stop caressing my balls. “McCloskey,” he said. “Baby doll, you’ve got a thing for redheads,” Aaron said. “So you’re plenty lubed. I love having other guy’s cum fucked into my ass,” he said seductively. “Don’t hold back, honey, start pumping!” I began to fuck his ass, trying to go slowly, but unable to hold back with Aiden’s tongue driving me on, and Aaron’s ass and words encouraging me. “That’s it Darr,” Aaron panted. “Harder, I can take it, I’m not made of glass. Fuck me, drop that neg load in my poz ass,” he urged as he beat himself off in time with my rhythm. The poz talk turned me into a piston, and my thrusts went wild. I was out of control, my balls slapping against Aaron, and Aiden’s tongue going from the bottom of my balls to the top of my ass and back, over and over. I could feel the eruption of cum start at the base of my penis, and then it was on me, another mind-blowing orgasm as I unloaded in Aaron’s butt. Aaron started to shoot just a second after I did, and his ass spasmed around my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. I kind of collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, and our mouths found each other, and we kissed deeply while the intense pleasure subsided. I really wasn’t a virgin now…

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

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