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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.

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.

While away for a wrestle comp/ training camp our Coach & team Captain invite me to coach's room as rest of team sleep, we all have a couple of beers. I notice a slightly odd taste but shrug it off happy to be invited to chill out with Couch & stud Captain. We are talking about training & fitness regimes & Coach suggests that he wants to introduce the team to a new vitamin shot & ask if we two boys will have a practice shot now with him so we can explain it to our team mates & reassure them if they are hesitant. I say to the Captain that we owe it to coach after all he's done for us, taking us to championship, we only want whole wrestle team to do well. He agrees, & Coach pulls out prepared points explaining to both of us the process we'll feel a warm rush, cough hard a couple of times , then melt a bit into bed, then will feel really amazing & prob a bit horny. We boys giggle slightly at horny, & I notice my cock & Captains twitches & fills out a bit in his wrestle kit. Coach swap glances with me & suggest I go first. "Sure coach- no probs." I say slightly apprehensive but confident coach is looking after us. Coach puts an elastic fastener around my bulging boy bicep & tightens it, asks me to extend my arm & clench my fist, finds a a vein easily, I clench my teeth as the needle pricks my arm. Coach explains he draws a little blood out to make sure he has hit vein then he pushes down on the plunger, efficiently removes needle tip & puts a swab over spot on my arm. Asks me if I'm ready & he releases elastic fastener & says for me to hold my arm over my head. WOW I feel this massive warm wave immediately rush up my body, 5 or 6 hard coughs, then BAM... the most amazing all body ecstatic feeling, I feel small awesome feeling tingles, then collapse back on the bed, then I'm so incredibly Horny, my cock is hard a leaking precum through my wrestle kit & I have touch it, stroke my cock. Even more surprising is that I want Coach. I want my wrestle Captain. I want to kiss them, feel their stud hard muscled bodies, feel their hard 9" cocks, taste them. While I'm enjoying this amazing feeling & stoking my cock having found a bottle of lube on the bed which I didn't notice earlier I watch Coach perform same procedure on my mate the stud Team Captain while he smiles @ me. The fastener is released from his arm he coughs 5 times hard & he collapses next to me with his arm over his head. I wrap my arm around him, feeling his chest as he puts a leg over mine. He starts to explore me as we touch & feel each other. Both our cocks are hard & massive amount of precum leaks through our wrestle kits. Coach turns on his laptop & & a porn of bi nude oiled wrestling starts. On his iPad he has a porn of six hot young footballers with their Coach & a stud Dad. Coach explains that the oil wrestle porn was filmed at the last wrestle team Dad & Son bonding camp we had for a week. Being new I don't know the guys in vid, but says "I'm so horny & feel awesome coach. I've always wondered & wanted to join u & capt & guys from team when u hold your small feedback sessions in your office. I wondered if guys from team would worship & suck your stud cock I always sneak glances of when u join team in showers after game". Coach remarks that we are enjoying the results of being slammed. In unison we reply "Yes Sir!" Coach says he gave us 1.5 Tina slam & we'll feel incredibly Horny for next couple hours & shouldn't hold back exploring every fantasy we've had & each other. Then Coach gives himself a 2.0 slam. He coughs 3 times & has the most wicked Lear on his face as he joins his two boys on bed, we are feeling & teasing each other as u start to suck our hard cocks through our kits & lick our thick sticky boy precum loads. I moan & says this is amazing, finally getting to do what he's always wanted: be introduced to hot man on boy sex by his awesome furry stud coach & team captain. He trusts us, he's so horned up & feeling so amazing, & wants us to teach him everything guys do for each other. I leanforward as slowly press my lips against his introducing my tongue to his mouth. Coach says he thought i'd enjoy getting trained in filthy faggot sex. When i ask why the answer comes on the screen. Im amazed to see my muscle stud Dad & Uncle who were on Coach's college team, Coach, Captain, & his two stud bros are naked on wrestle mat. Coach & dad & uncle are pouring oil all over boys, tonguing our mouths while u explore our fit ripped bodies, hardhung cocks, sliding fingers up our hard bubble butts & teasing & oiling our tight boy holes. Then Coach & Dad's blast boys & Captain & themselves & we all explore & fuck raw for hours. Coach says I can join Dad & uncle & team mates with at next camp if i learn everything that Coach & Captain want to teach me. He also has to help win over, seduce & teach the new twin blonde ripped tanned surfer boys that just joined team. U suggest that captain & I suggest that we all join coach in his room to have a few sneaky beers & chill in the hot tub on the deck in coach's room. He says absolutely coach, I've seen their cocks in locker room. Both boys are hung: 9.5cut & thick. Coach orders captain & I to lift our knees up to our chests & we lock our legs so Coach can taste our boy cunts, his for first time, tonguing our holes deep. As we both moan, kiss, stroke each other's hard cocks as u enjoy our hard cocks, I say that confirms it.

Hotel Hoe Down: The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. I was like an angel who had come to Earth and sexually tainted my eternal light with the darkness of sex and depravity. The Watcher had become the watched. My ass was being used as a flesh hole for raw dick and cum. My veins were being used as a transport network for whatever drugs my superior BBC master decided I needed. My mouth was being used as their urinal. I was still in the first stage of denial - shock - but the rest would come, I was sure, until finally I hit the last stage of acceptance and embraced who I had become. A drugged-up-AIDs-chasing-slut. In hindsight, maybe as the saying goes, “He doth protest too much.” I had been planning my vacation to New York City for months and a major part of that effort was scoping out who the big dicked tops were in the city - the raw fucking big dicked tops. I methodically reviewed all the members on the various hookup sites I was already on and even scoured the web for new, and different sites to explore to find some good dick. I found the usual suspects, most of whom I figured were fakes, but sent messages, chatted back and forth, and ‘lined up’ a few promising dicks to get me stuffed with raw man meat and cum during my vacation. If all went as planned I would not leave the hotel for five days as I would be too busy getting fucked. Plan B was that I would hit an ABS to find whatever nasty trade I could. But now I’m getting ahead of myself a little as while I normally stay at a hotel chain where I get points on my credit card, for this trip I chose a different one, one where a 10-inch BBC worked. When I first saw his online ad, I figured it was too good to be true. I mean, really, this dude checked all my boxes - BBC, nasty, raw top, POZ, smoked, drank, drugs, thuggish, and more. Well, you can see for yourself why I was intrigued and my hole was dripping when I responded to his post: YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY? OBEY A SUPERIOR BBC MASTER? Harlem nicca here. Work in a hotel, looking for slut bottoms who need their hole seeded. My rules, my way only. You must pass inspection. My buddy will come check that ass out. If he says it’s good then game on fuckas! I wanna breed my nut in YOU! The Dept of Health got my number. Who want to be added to the contact list? POZ breeder - take it or fuck off! I shook as I typed a reply and my brain spun thinking of how such a connect might play out. Yet I knew it was likely it was all fake - but hell, might as well give it a shot. To my surprise the guy responded and without asking the 101 questions every other guy in NYC had generally been asking. He only asked one - again, “YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY?” Of course I said yes. Little did I know what that would mean. Finally the day arrived and I was all set for my vacation. I had shipped a box via FedEx to the hotel with some ‘supplies’ to make sure I could prep, have some poppers, fuck towels etc… Getting a tub of Elbow Grease through security in my carry on was not an option, and I didn’t want to fill by luggage with nothing but fuck towels - a nice dark brown to hide any stains and not ruin the institutional white sheets and coverlets most hotels use these days. Once at the hotel, I unpacked, prepped, and at 2:45 texted the BBC Master as he had instructed, “I’m in room 632. Door unlocked. Bent over the bed. Blindfolded. Waiting as MASTER ordered.” I was anxious and paced back and forth on the worn carpet. Would he text me back? Was this a set up? Fuck I should have had a drink or something. Instead I grabbed the poppers and did a snuff. OK, better, but not - fuck! He texted me back. “You got 60 seconds to get ready. Bend over, white pussy ass out. You run - my man is out. You say anything - my man leaves. You make a fucking move and are anything but a cum hole - we done.” I quickly threw my phone up on the bed, bent over, slid the blindfold down across my eyes and huffed the poppers hard. I had a fuck towel set out on my right with a bottle of Elbow Grease H2O gel as ordered and a fuck towel to my left. My ass was prelubed, the lights were off except for the hall light. I waited. The door latch clicked as the handle was turned. The door banged against the jamb and clicked shut. Silence. Hard breathing, the shuffling of fabric, keys, a belt unloosening, the scrape of sharp nails against my skin, then my hole, then an evil chuckle as the skin cells of my ass ring were scraped like excess paint off a window sill. I wanted to flinch, cry out, move, beg for his dick but remembered what the BBC MASTER has said, so I stayed as still as a fawn being stalked by a wolf. The digging at my hole paused. I heard the flick of a lighter, the hiss as something caught flame, the sucking in of lung fulls of smoke - pause - then a great exhale. Jesus he was smoking in my room! Fuck! I was going to get charged for that damn it! I recognized that smell though - crack. I had a few street buddies from DC who smoked rock and the smell is unmistakable - sharp, sticky, chalky, with a mix of burnt toast. The lighter flicked again, the anonymous top exhaled, I heard the clink of glass onto the cabinet holding the TV, then felt his nails again as he clawed at my ass even harder now. My hole was getting wet; the top’s breathing was getting heavier as the crack kicked in. Damn I hoped his dick could still get a hard on and fuck. I should not have worried. The anonymous top leaned over my back, his dick head pressing against my ass. Shit he felt thick and his skin was hot like a white ember in a furnace. He moaned as he scored his fingers down my back and sides, kneaded my ass cheeks like a kitten on a pussy’s tummy, then grunted as he slammed his hard dick at my raw hole. I had to bury my face in the pillow and stuff my mouth with the white cotton to keep from not crying out. The fierce pain was like a bullet piercing my flesh, but in slow motion. Little by little he pushed into my ass. The raw, anonymous dick split me open, fucked me hard, and pounded me like a nail with a sledge hammer. I took it just like the BBC Master ordered and before long was rewarded with a deep grunt, a stiff dick, a ball spasm, and hot cum spewing like river rapids into my raw ass. Once he was satisfied, my anonymous benefactor slid his dick out, grabbed a fuck towel, mumbled something, tossed the towel onto my back, hiked up his pants, then left the way he came in. I stood up, stretched, yanked the blindfold off, went to the bathroom to rub my eyes and took some toilet paper to rub my tender hole - pink and red. Yeah he fucked me good. I wanted to keep the nutt in and flicked the lights on and went back to the bed and stopped - there on the bed was a white envelope: “10:30. COME TO THE 17TH FLOOR. END OF HALL TO THE RIGHT IF YOU WANT THAT POZ NUTT.” I opened the envelope and inside was a key card, like for a hotel room, but which one? I held the anonymous load of cum in as long as I could. When I finally went to the bathroom I had some sharp pain, like razors slicing my hole. He must have ripped me up some. I also felt tweaked out - can you get a contact high from a crack smoker through his cum? I figured yes. Repeatedly I checked my phone seeing if the BBC Master had texted or emailed me. I guessed I passed his first test but hell, who knows with these fakers and spammers. I was happily surprised someone showed up at all and eager for more dick and while I wanted to head to the ABS or online to find some more dick, I waited. At 10:25 I left my room, looked to the left then the right down the hotel hallway, then made my way to the elevator bank. I stepped in and pressed 17. Nothing happened. I hit it again. Nothing. I pulled the key card out of my pocket, swiped it against the small black square set below the floor buttons, it turned green, 17 lighted up, and I was on my way. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and I stepped off into a dimly lit construction zone. I guess this was a floor they were remodeling as there was a cloud of perpetual dust, rows of plastic hanging off the wall and ceiling, piles of debris, and workshop style lights that fluttered in and out. Yeah, I know, this is the scene in Law and Order where the dumb ass criminal who is trying to escape the cops gets taken out by a serial killer or some shit. I looked to the left, then the right, headed down the hall stepping over bits and piles of construction debris and dodging drapes of hanging plastic from the ceiling. The only sound besides the thumping of my heart was the thrum of a generator, or machinery someplace. All the doors to the rooms were open and only darkness could be seen, not even a glint of light from outside. As I got closer to the last room on my right I noticed a faint glow coming from the room. I paused, listened; there was a soft CLICK, a rustling of plastic. I peered around the doorway and saw a large, dark shape of a man silhouetted against a single workshop light hanging from the ceiling behind him standing beside the shadowed outline of a stepladder. His face was in shadows, and to make it even murkier - and creepier - he was standing behind a sheet of opaque plastic hanging down from the ceiling. CLICK - the lighter caught, the brief flicker of flame near the shadow man’s head showed he was smoking something. Bright embers shimmered in the glass pipe like little distant stars behind the plastic sheeting. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR BOY? GET THEM FUCKING CLOTHES OFF, THEN THE FUCK OVER HERE, BEND THOSE KNEES, AND GIVE ME SOME NECK. TASTE THIS POZ DICK!” the shadow man bellowed. CLICK - the lighter caught again and even as I got closer I still could not make out any details of his face. I paused, pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, kicked off my sneakers, and adjusted my now hard dick. CLICK - the lighter torched once more and just as I thought I might catch a glimmer of this POZ breeder, the flame died. The smoke was thick close to the plastic and smelled like crack, but way stronger. As I got nearer I also noticed there was a hole cut in the plastic and the shadow man had his dick stuck through it. I knelt on the dirty concrete floor, lifted his long breeding stick up, and placed the head on my tongue so I could savor his infected drip. “THAT’S IT BOY. TASTE THAT SUPERIOR BBC DICK. TASTE THAT MASTER DICK THAT’S GONNA FILL THAT CLOWN HOLE. I’M GONNA SMASH THAT BOY PUSSY GOOD AND MAKE YOU O.D. ON SOME AIDS NUTT. YEAH GOT SOME THUG TREATS FOR YOU FAGGOT - HELL YEAH - LOVE A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT HOE WHO NEEDS THEIR PUSSY RAPED BY A TRUE SUPERIOR BBC MASTER. AIN’T THAT RIGHT? DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL NOW - JUST FOCUS ON MAKING IT SLOPPY.” As his dick extended to its full width and length I had to brace myself and work to take what I could. I was beginning to think unlike most tops, he had undersold his assets, as clearly it felt bigger than 10-inches. “GOOD HOE SLUT. HOLD YOUR NECK ROLL A MINUTE - NO DON’T MOVE YOUR MOUTH, KEEP IT JUST LIKE THAT. DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE AND YOU DON’T GET THIS DICK UP THAT PUSSY YOU HEAR ME!” I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do at first and it made me jump a little when something hard and bristly pushed through the plastic gloryhole and at my mouth alongside his dick. He had stuck his hand through the hole too along with a hard bristle toothbrush. With his dick still in my mouth he jammed the brush in alongside his dick. He tried to brush my gums but between the angle and his dick filling my mouth, he just couldn’t make it happen. Quickly, he realized that too, “I’M GONNA PULL MY DICK BACK FOR A MINUTE SO WE CAN PREP YOUR AIR HOLE. PUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT UP TO THE SPOT THERE, OPEN WIDE, AND USE YOUR FINGERS TO STRETCH YOUR LIPS OUT. REMEMBER, DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE!!” I did as the shadow man ordered and winced and whimpered as he had success and started gouging my gums good with his brush. Side to side, up and down, top then bottom, he was like an evil dentist. Tears ran out of the corners of my eyes, he pulled the brush back, the lighter went CLICK, he chuckled, “FUCK YEAH BLOODY HOE AIR HOLE. TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO POZ YOU AT BOTH ENDS. JUST LIKE PAINTING A HOUSE YOU GOT TO PRIME THOSE WALLS FIRST BEFORE YOU ADD THE FINISH COAT. NOW SCOOP SOME OF MY AIDS DRIP OFF MY DICK AND WORK IT AROUND YOUR GUMS THEN SLIDE MY MEAT UP AND DOWN YOUR TONGUE, INSIDE YOUR CHEEKS REAL NICE AND GOOD. OH YEAH THAT’S THE SHIT. FUCK YEAH HOE SLUT, FUCK YEAH.” My BBC master was pleased with how I obeyed and so decided I should get another treat, “That was good hoe fag. I like how you are whimpering cause you so hungry for my dick. Don’t worry, if you continue to please me I will make sure that body gets all the AIDS dick and nutt you can handle and then some you can’t. First, I want you to take this pipe. AH AH AH NO QUESTIONS! Good. The only time that mouth should be open is when I tell it to be. Like I was saying, take this pipe, hold it firm between your lips. I’ll heat the bowl and when I say so, you inhale deep as you can and hold it until I say stop and release.” Shadow man passed a glass object through the hole that was about as long as a pen with a rounded bulb on the end. I held it level as I bent forward a little, placed the end between my lips, and tried not to imagine him setting the plastic on fire or some shit. CLICK - he held the lighter’s flame below the bowl and swirled it around in little circles, “Go on now - suck it in good and deep and hold it no matter what. You’ll want to cough, but don’t, fight it - fight it - fight it a little...more...OK you can release.” When I did I coughed, hacked, and gasped for air as the world spun a bit and I got a wicked rush. Shadow man laughed, “Fucking slut - that was good and got my dick brick as shit. Let’s do that a few times.” I kept running my tongue back and forth and in and out of my mouth like dog that had just been given peanut butter. The taste was funky, the smoke had made the places where he had gouged my mouth up itch and burn, and I was tripping a bit. “Yo bitch, focus, put your mouth back here. That was a warm up. This time, inhale harder, hold it longer, and you’ll repeat several times in a row until the shit’s down. Come on now, that’s it.” By the time that round of hitting the pipe was done I good and buzzed. Shit I liked that and wanted more. I mumbled something but even I didn’t know what I said and shadow man just laughed, wagged the tooth brush back through the hole, “BEND THE FUCK OVER HOE - TIME TO PREP THAT PUSSY SO I CAN DUMP SOME AIDS BABIES.” I backed my ass to the plastic gloryhole, bent forward, and barely made a sound as he jammed the toothbrush in my ass and started digging around, getting my hole ready for his eternal gifts. Shadow man wasted no time and moved his hand back and forth in time to the need building inside his balls. He pulled his prep toy out, made a satisfied, “Hmmm..” then I felt the baby-fist head of his dark dick kiss my ass lips. “SHOW YOUR SUPERIOR BLACK MASTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT DICK. TAKE IT DRY WITH JUST YOUR PUSSY JUICES. SHOW ME HOW MUCH OF A CHEM-FUCKED-UP-SLUT YOU ARE. EAGER PUSSY TRYING TO GET POZZED. NUTTED. BRED DEEP. THAT’S IT - PUSH THAT HOLE BACK, OPEN THAT CUNT - SHIT HURTS GOOD HUH? WAIT UNTIL I AM ALL THE WAY IN. RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK. RAPE YOURSELF ON IT. BOUNCE THAT SHIT BACK. YOU GO FAG BOY - YOU ASKING FOR IT GOOD NOW!” I was hungry for dick, for cum, for more of that pipe - the glass and BBC master versions. I stood part way up, desperately flinging myself back onto his POZ dick. Suddenly the shadow man wrapped his arms around me, encasing my head and body in the plastic hanging from the ceiling as he pressed our bodies together and pushed. The plastic rent from the connectors holding it to the ceiling. Bits of plaster cascaded down the crevices of the protective cover as the shadow man pushed me down onto the floor, his dick stull buried raw and deep in my ass. His hand and body slid over mine, the plastic forming a protective barrier against him except for the hole where his dick spread my ass open wider. “TIME TO POZ THAT ASS UP. ADD YOUR NAME TO MY FILE AT THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT. BREED YOU LIKE THAT PUSSY NEEDS TO BE BRED AND FILLED. CREAM IT WITH THIS SUPERIOR BLACK NUTT TIL YOU GAPING, DRIPPING, AND THOSE PUSSY LIPS JUST SUCKING IT OUT OF ME! YOU READY TO GET THIS TOXIC LOAD? YOU READY FOR THAT BREEDING YOU’VE BEEN CRAVING - NEEDING - BEEN ALL HUNGRY FOR? I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU ARE OR NOT CAUSE YOU’RE GETTING IT NOW. NO PULLING OUT - NO STOPPING - FUCKING FILLING YOU DEEP!” Time paused - I could hear the drops of sweat from shadow man’s face drip onto the plastic over my head, could feel his body tense, shudder, and release inside me. I welcomed his gift. Time went back to normal speed when the BBC retreated from my hole. I stayed where I was, not wanting to lose the moment, but as with all things time, moments pass and it continues with or without you. I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all darkness and shadows, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? (*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!)

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...."

In typical Hansen family tradition, Matt was carrying out his fatherly task of fucking his oldest son Matt Jr. JR, as he preferred was very aroused by his father's huge cock this particular morning. At first he was purring and then moaning and now he began to start barking and slowly fucking himself onto the cock that made him. He was so fucking horny and he knew dad's cock was the only cock that could make him cum from his cock and his cunt. Matt's mind was much more focused. Today is the day that JR's breeding must come to an end because his younger brother, Thom was just bragging about puberty and Matt knew his responsibility. Stealth breeding JR was actually a bit of fun and came quite naturally to the older perverted father. The worst situation was missing JR's talented and well shaped cunt. Sometimes more delicious that his wife's meatball dinner. Actually, always more delicious. As he began to unload, he started talking about everything but his cock sprayed hard against the p-spot as the head punched in and out of the second door which triggered the two orgasms that JR was grunting and calling to God for. He never heard the news. Matt sat down and, in between cunt lapping, he told his son he was poz. JR laughed and said that was not true. Matt told him that he was Full Blown for many years and not on meds. He told JR he knew how fertile his cum was. But dad, I'm on PreP...........................

Chapter 1: THE BLACK ALPHA It all started about a year ago. I was visiting some family in the Bible Belt and was bored so I turned on Grindr. I filtered for all the usual: tall, black, muscular. I've always had a thing for black guys. They tend to be so masculine, with an attitude that makes me go crazy, and God do they know how to fuck. Of course in a rural area that meant most of the guys popping up were far away. That's when I saw him, or his profile pic at least. He was tall (6'4"), a few years older than me (29), and had one of the hottest profile pics I've ever seen - shirtless, huge chest and arms, swollen like a serious weightlifter but not super toned like the usual gym queens I find in Miami, a little fur on his chest, and a light glisten of sweat. I though for sure he wouldn't be sexually interestedin me. I mean I'm 6'2", white, blue eyes, cute face, nice round butt, but I'm just naturally thin and smooth, not muscular or toned enough to grab the attention of most muscular gods. But I've always found that big muscular black guys are into guys like me, so I messaged him: "what's up?" He told me he was bored at work (as a cop), so we chatted for what seemed like forever. He told me about his career, his college years, how he'd always lived in the Deep South but wanted to move, he was bi, loved drinking and playing shooter games online all night. We will call him John. He just oozed the sexiest confident masculinity in everything he said without sounding like he was bragging, from how he described himself as mercilessly competitive when playing sports with his bros to how most straight and bi guys he'd been with turned into bottoms for him. He never got sexual with me or indicated he was interested in more than friendly chat, which just made me want him even more. He sent me another pic with his face. He was perfection. He had a big, strong jaw, beautiful eyes, a smile that could melt panties right off. He was build like a linebacker (he was a jock in school), with big arms, massive shoulders, a wide chest, and massive muscular legs. That night I jerked off looking at his pic. And the night after. CLOSE BUT JUST BEING TEASED After that we became friends. Every few weeks, I would drive up to spend a few days hanging with him and crashing on his couch. He could obviously tell that I was infatuated with him. It was like he taunted me with it. he would go for a run and come back shirtless, dripping in sweat, with his basketball shorts clinging to the outline of one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen (he never wore underwear). I'm usually not into body odor at all, but every once in a while you find that guy who's pheromones just click with yours in such a way that his sweat is the biggest turn on. He was that to me. I was almost disgusted by myself for how much the smell of his sweat made my knees weak. Something he clearly picked up on, as he would often jokingly leave his sweat soaked shorts on the couch pillow I slept on. During the day we would chill, play Call of Duty, drink, hit the gym (being around him gave me the overwhelming urge to try to get into shape to get his attention), or just hang at a local pool so he could show off his insane body for all the hot chicks and dudes there. He had such confidence in public it was almost nauseating to watch. He would just walk up to any hot person he wanted and they'd be all over him. He collected numbers like it was nothing. At night he would usually have a few of his very straight bros over (he wasn't out as bi to anyone except the guys he fucked) and we would drink beer and play Call of Duty late into the night. It was crazy how masculine thy all were. It was like being in a wet dream: 4-5 huge black jocks getting drunk and shouting obscenities at each other as they played their shooter game. Usually one night each trip, we would also go out to a local bar (he lived in a moderately sized southern city so there were plenty of bars). We would drink beer and he would find some hot chick to blatantly hit on or some hot jock to inconspicuously seduce. He never missed his mark. If there wasn't any decent tail at the bar, he would just hit up Grindr and have some hot dude meet up with us for a few drinks. Either way, there was always someone going home with him other than me. I would crash on the couch and have to hear him drunkenly fucking the life out of someone in his room. They were never quiet. His grunting was like listening to an animal mauling its prey. The bed always sounded like it was going to snap in half, or break through the wall. I would usually close my eyes and jerk off to his grunting, my nose buried in the couch pillow inhaling deeply the smell of the sweat that had soaked into it from his basketball shorts. His tricks never stayed for long, but he always came so loud that I had plenty of time to clean myself off before the bedroom door opened for his truck of the night to leave. It was the sickest form of torture, watching every worthless slut in town get him. Even though they didn't appreciate what a god he was, or how lucky they were for the opportunity to be used for his pleasure. He must have known what that did to me. The way he would smirk at me, standing naked in the door of his room, as his trick let him/herself out, like he got off on teasing me. Still, those brief glimpses of his perfect form, naked, sweat pouring off him, his swollen, slightly fury chest heaving deeply from the exertion of nearly breaking his bed in half... it was enough to make everything worth it - like meeting God and realizing you are just a small part of his plan. The next morning I would find 2 or 3 used Magnum condoms casually thrown on the floor of the bathroom, each filled with what looked like a week's worth of cum. This was him teasing me again. Jesus could that man shoot a huge load. It always took every ounce of self control not to eat his loads straight out of those condoms, and I hated myself for wanting it so bad. THE MOMENT MY LIFE BEGAN After nearly a year, John and I had settled into a routine. It was so comfortable being around him when we were alone together on my weekend trips to see him. We talked about almost everything (except for my obvious overwhelming love for him), and I realized we had become each other's best friend. Sitting around playing Call of Duty and drinking beer with him had become the highlight of my month. I felt so close to him that it didn't matter whether I would ever have him in a sexual way. Just being a part of his life was all I needed. I still couldn't help getting submissive around him. I would regularly clean his house and do his laundry when I was over (it was clear no one did much of that when I wasn't around). I would put away the prescription bottles for his meds (pain meds for an old sports injury and such) when he left them out on the bathroom counter. When we were hanging out, I would almost reflexively get up to get him another beer when he finished his last one. He once mentioned to me that he wanted to eat healthier, so I started learning how to cook healthy stuff for him. It wasn't anything huge or fancy, I was hardly a professional maid service, but it was just some way for me to contribute to his happiness - which, in turn, brought me happiness. One Saturday, John decided we would stay in and drink with his buddies. He invited over the usual crowd. Me and 5 huge black jocks sat around drinking beer, playing Call of Duty, and cursing each other out when we lost. By 3am, we were all more than a little buzzed and tired. His friends all took Ubers home. I was picking up plates, beer bottles, etc., and carrying them to the kitchen. That's when it happened. I felt his hand grab my ass. He had never once touched me in a sexual way. He had never even so much as explicitly flirted with me or even insinuated he wanted to fuck me. I was so shocked I almost dropped an armful of beer bottles onto the tile. I couldn't move or even think. He moved up closer till he was pressing against me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I dropped the dishes and bottles from my hands onto the counter. In his typical low, rough voice, he said it: "You finally ready to be my bitch?" Over a year of fantasizing and yet I can't even put into words how unprepared I was for this moment. "Wha-what?" I finally managed to stammer out. Before I could respond further, his hand was down the back of my pants. Two of his fingers probing between my ass cheeks. I was suddenly in a blind panic. NO! This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wasn't ready. I wasn't good enough yet. I hadn't spent nearly enough time at the gym. I hadn't gotten enough of a tan. In all of my fantasies I was more prepared. I was the tight, toned bottom bitch he deserved. There was no way I was good enough as is to make him happy. He spun me around, his two fingers now swirling around my hole. I nearly passed out from pleasure and panic. "I said, are you finally ready to be my bitch?" I never managed to say anything, but I nodded slightly. He leaned in and kissed me. A sloppy, drunk, passionate kiss. You know before when I said seeing him naked was like meeting God? I was wrong. This was meeting God. I instantly knew my body was not my own, that for the next few hours every inch of me would be nothing more than a tool to be used for his pleasure. He wrapped his enormous arm around me (his other hand still rubbing my hole) and lifted me up like I was a feather. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into his bedroom and threw me on his bed so hard I almost bounced off it. He stood at the end of the bed and shucked his shorts/shirt onto the floor. There it was, the perfect alpha male body. His broad shoulders and enormous arms seemed even more muscular than usual. The only lighting was some faint streetlights shining through the window, but I could stil make out the light fur sprawled across his chest and trailing down to his dick. Holy fuck, is that dick huge. It's gotta be every bit of 10 inches and thicker than any dick over ever seen in person. I didn't have to guess what he wanted. Like with every trick I'd heard him fuck before, he barked orders to me: "Suck my dick, bitch." I crawled across the bed till I was face to face with it. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. A thick, hard, smooth shaft that curved slightly downward, ending in an enormously fat head. Precum was dripping out of it now. I looked up at him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. A drop of his precum fell onto my tongue. It was just as incredible as I'd always imagined. I swallowed the head of his dick and quickly realized what an impossible task this would be. I wasn't even a quarter of the way down his shaft and I was almost gagging. He grabbed the back of my head and I knew he was about to throat fuck me. I gagged and choked and never made it halfway down his shaft, but he seemed to enjoy it. He let out the same loud grunts amid heard him make dozens of times. I must be doing something right. After a while he ripped my shirt off - no, really, he literally ripped it off my body - and yanked my shorts off. He flipped me on my stomach and I felt him use his knees to push my legs apart. He spread my round ass cheeks and I felt a glob of spit hit my hole. He pulled my arms behind my back and held them in place with one hand, while he used the other hand to aim his cock at my soon to be destroyed boi pussy. He pushed and I though for sure he would never be able to get inside me. I relaxed as much as I could and suddenly my hole started to spread, like a tight rubber band over a thick roll of paper. The moment his head popped inside me I almost passed out from the pain. I screamed so loud he slapped me upside the head and covered my mouth. "Bitches don't wake the neighborhood!" He yelled at me in his barreling voice. As he pushed in further, I felt like everything inside me was being ripped apart. Finally he stopped for a moment. The pain subsides, he spit some more on his shaft, and he pushed further. This went on for what seemed like forever. Finally I felt it, his huge balls resting on me, his pubes grinding against my ass. I had made it. Now the fun began. As he started to thrust in and out, I felt all the pain turn to indescribable pleasure. Every thrust was like the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. Every grunt he made was like having a wild animal snarling in my ear. He was such a magnificent beast, and for this brief moment he was mine. He leaned down and wrapped his arm around my neck, his massive bicep and forearm pressed against my throat. With each breath, with the tiniest flex, I felt my neck being choked. I'd had tops play around with lightly choking me before, but this was something entirely different. He would gently squeeze till my face turned pink and I felt like I was practically going to pass out. Then he would release as I choked for air. Then he would squeeze again. All the while he was like driving my ass so hard I felt like he might actually break me in half. The bed shook and hit the wall with all the force of this 240+ lbs man. My screams shifted in and out as he choked me and then released. This went on for what must have been an 2 hours before I heard a familiar sound. His grunts were getting louder, his breaths shallower, and his thrusts harder. His engorged balls were hitting me so hard I was sure they'd leave a bruise. Finally it happened: he shoved in balls deep and held it there, yelling louder than I'd ever heard him before (it nearly scared me), and his massive balls shot volley after volley of his cum into me. I could feel each volley. I counted them: 27. By the time he was done, I could feel his load pouring out of my now bloody hole, around his cock, and running down my legs, forming a pool on the sheets beneath us. I'd realized he hadn't used a condom when he first shoved inside me and honestly I was happy about it, but I was surprised. He'd always used condoms for as long as I'd known him (I always found the evidence on the bathroom floor the next day). Maybe that just meant he was comfortable with me cause he knew me - unlike his usual random tricks. He collapsed on top of me, wrapping both of his arms around me. That's when he did something I didn't expect; he kissed me, on the back of the neck. It was a sweet, affectionate kiss. Not like him at all. I expected him to kick me out of his room and onto the couch, but instead he just laid there on top of me, holding me. It took nearly 10 minutes for his cock to get soft enough that it popped out of me on its own. He rolled off of me, which should have been a relief as I could barely breath with him on top of me, but instead almost made me cry. This was it. Our moment was done. As he laid next to me, I felt him shove three fingers into me, scooping out a portion of his load. He held them in front of my face, his cum dripping onto my mouth. The most glorious white glistening substance in the world. I opened my mouth and he shoved his fingers so far in that he was scratching the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and instead savored this moment. The most insanely intense sex of my life just happened with the sexiest God of a man on earth. He'd pounded me so hard I'd be sore and bruised for days. He'd unloaded a massive amount of cum into me. He was inside me. A part of me. Whatever happened next, whoever he fucked the next day, couldn't take that away. I had been able to be used for his pleasure. I'd made him happy. That's all that matters. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, cover in cum and spit, and wiped them gently across my face. He was being far more affectionate than I expected. He grabbed my face in his large hand, turned it towards him, and held it there. Our faces were nearly touching. I could feel his breath as he exhaled. "What do you look so worried?" He asked. I simply shrugged. I didn't know how to tell him that this was everything I had wanted for over a year. That every waking thought and every dream I'd had for 12 months had involved him and various forms of this very fantasy. That it was infinitely better than I'd ever imagined, but I was now sad it was over. "Stop worrying." He said. That panty melting smile grew across his perfect face. My heart melted. THIS was meeting God. "I fucking love you, and you're mine now." He announced as he pulled me in so tight against him that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I was once again breathless. How is this possible? How is this real? It must be a dream. But my ass hurts waaaay too much for this to be a dream. He kissed me again. It wasn't sloppy or drunk this time. It was slow, soft, and passionate. It went on forever. I couldn't stop. I just kept kissing him as he climbed back on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, laying on my back, and that's when I felt it - his massive dick, hard again and pressing at my hole. He broke free from our kiss and gently leaned his forehead against mine. "I fucking love you too, and I was always yours." I whispered as he slide back inside me. Next chapter: BECOMING HIS BITCH

I had this fuck bud, Donny, about 25 miles away down into Jersey. He was real kinky scene type kid - late 20s, a bit stocky, very pale skin, very goth - NOT my usual type at all (except for the kink part) but I was introduced to him by mutual friends and we did some very hot leather/rubber/bondage scenes together. He texts me one morning and asks if I am free that afternoon and evening - I said yes. He said he had something very special planned with a few other guys. He told me to be ready to bottom as well as top. I was cleaned out and at his place by late afternoon I start to get into my leather gear and he tells me to hold off - just a few things like a jock stap, cock ring and sneakers not boots (fortunately, my gym bag was in the car). I asked him what the deal was, and he says he's got this friend of his coming over with two young straight guys who think they are coming only to get blowjobs from a couple of fags, and party some. Seems the friend owns a lawn service and the two young guys are new employees who just arrived in the country, he's going to get them tweaked and introduce them to ALL aspects of chemmed up raw mansex (he does this with ALL of the guys who work for him supposedly!). Donny tells me to just go along with his lead until the scene really starts rolling. The three guys arrive - Javier is the buddy, a big, burly Puerto Rican guy - shaved head, tats, hairy with a light layer of fat over his muscles with (I was to find out) a big fat uncut cock. In tow he has Matthias and 'Cisco (Francisco, of course) who are both barely five foot, raven black hair, smooth wiry almost hairless bodies and YOUNG. The one guy looks barely 18, though I'm told they are 19 and 21. And they barely speak English, as they've quite recently arrived from Guatemala. Donny leads us to his dungeon/playroom (looking a bit less sinister than normal I notice, probably so as not to frighten these guys), Javier produces a huge quantity of miss t, and Donny loads up the glass cock while the guys strip, Javier to his jockstrap and the young guys to their boxers. Javier whispers to me that he slipped each guy a little something to relax them and a viagra each before they left. AND he tells me that not only are they straight, they are BROTHERS and the younger, Matthais has never had sex, of any kind, ever! Donny has two screens of porn going - both one with a bi-vid and the other with a gay vid with very masculine looking guys. He gets the torch going and we're all passing the pipe, blowing big clouds, and the boys are fascinated by the porn... both screens. They take some huge hits, amazingly, and I shot-gun Donny then Javier, the boys decline for the moment but take more and more hits. They're starting to really loosen up. Javier has been sitting on a black leather couch with the brothers and signals Donny to come over and suck his cock. The guys watched fascinated as Donny pulled aside Javier's jock strap and licked and tongued the big guys balls and proceeded to suck that big uncut dick as it swelled to fairly impressive proportions. He signaled me over and Donny moved out of the way as I got on my knees - I went right down to the base and started to deep throat him as he cursed (I think) in Spanish and the two guys gasped. After a while of that I started licking his balls, and he says "rim me man, eat my fuckin' ass." I looked up and he grinned at me and said - I'm clean, we all are - I told them that we'd be getting this treatment so I made sure they used a couple of enemas and then washed good in the shower... go for it man." He slid down on the couch and raised his spread legs - a freakin' hot hairy big muscular ass presented itself and I dove in with gusto. The brothers started to moan and then do a bit of cursing themselves as Donny started blowing Javier while I rimmed him. Then Javier stood, tossed me on my back on the weight bench and rimmed me for a minute, then slide his fat cock up my hole, and fucked me for a bit - fortunately, there was some Max Impact that let me open for such a fat cock quickly. He felt good, but I didn't have time to settle in before he withdrew, set Donny in the sling and did the same to him. After a minute or two he stopped. He pulled Donny out of the sling and over to the bench, whispering his plan in my ear. Javier got on his back on the bench, Donny sat on that fat cock facing him, then leaned forward and I moved in for one of my specialties - the SECOND cock in a double fuck. When I slipped into Donny's now stuffed ass, the brothers basically looked like they simply could not believe this was possible. Javier's thick one felt great along mine and Donny moaned that "there wasn't anything better than this." Javier did not want his guys to wait too long and we pulled out. He lit up again and we all took some major hits - Javier directed me to shotgun Matthias while Donny did the same for Cisco, the guys had major wood showing through their boxers and seemed ready. A few more puffs and Javier told them to take off the boxers - there was still a bit of reluctance and Matthais' dick went down a bit in his shyness, but he finally pulled off his boxers - a long almost hairless carmel colored uncut masterpiece waited there, hanging over a long velvet sac o'balls. His brother seemed a bit less long, but thicker. They sat back on the couch and we got between their legs. Matthais'cock was back to full bone very quickly as I licked and sucked and worshiped that kid's pole. I tongued his balls and then without me needing to ask, he pulled his legs up! SWEET! I dropped my face in and started kissing and tonguing and sucking that tiny little hole. He started thrashing and moaning, obviously loving it. His little pink bud started to open for me and I tongue-fucked it as I felt something pushed into my hand - a crystal - I brought my hand up to spread his cheeks wider and deposited the shard at the tip of my tongue and pushed it in as far as my tongue could go, then brought his legs down to start sucking his cock again, while my wet pinky finger innocently pushed it in further. We switched partners for a few minutes, and I got to rim Cisco's tasty hole and suck his fatter if somewhat shorter cock, and play with the overhang of skin he had, chewing on it and making him writhe in pleasure. Then we switched back and continued the oral assault till we heard Javier lighting the torch. More clouds and then it was time to fuck. I was back on the weight bench and Donny was in the sling. Javier insisted the boys rim us before they began and after a bit of hesitation, Matthais began a tentative rim of my hole. Javier pulled his head back pushed a bottle of poppers under his nose and commanded the kid to inhale (I think!), whatever, he DID take a deep inhale and after a second or two he was back at my hole like a madman, tonguing, licking, thrusting, kissing, moaning like crazy. He stood and started to slide slowly into me. His cock felt REALLY good, and he slowly slid into the base. He had a rapturous smile on his face, then suddenly looked worried and glanced around as if he didn't know what to do next. Javier whispered something in his ear and brought the pipe back to the kids lips... he took a big hit, then another, then another but leaned down and shotgunned that to me, and stayed there kissing me with great passion (if little experience or finesse) as nature took it's course and he naturally began to fuck. He went wild, kissing and fucking like a piston into my hole until he stiffened and blew his first load into my willing ass while the others cheered - it was then we realized they'd paused to watch him have his first fuck (Cisco, as you'll recall, had fucked girls). He blushed a bit, but then smiled and started his fuck motion again without ever pulling out. Javier came over and gave us both a hit of poppers, then sat his beautiful ass down on my face where I tongue-fucked him for all I was worth, I heard him tell Matthais to suck his cock and from the sounds I was hearing, he definitely liked it - all the while still fucking me! Javier pulled off and turned for a bit, giving me his cock and offering Matthais his hairy hole and the kid dove in. Then he got up and did the same with Cisco and Donny for a while, and Matthais returned to the romantic, passionate kissing (which he was quickly getting better at) and fucking he was doing before. Then the brothers switched and I had Cisco's thicker cock - he was obviously more experienced, and more athletic as he really pounded for a while, he even dared to kiss me for a bit, and stroked my cock some too, then we broke for a breather. We all drank fluids and changed the porn while Javier slid some prepared booty bumps up all our holes - including HIS I noted with satisfaction, as really while I enjoy bottoming I am more of a top and I wanted to get into all THREE of these butts. Javier whispered to me that he was going to prove to the brothers that even the butchest guy could get fucked and not loose his masculinity. Arms were tied off, prepared rigs brought out, and soon the crowd went wild. Javier pushed me on to my back on the weight bench again, sat his big beautiful ass down on my face and commanded that someone suck my cock while I rimmed him. From the less than experienced feel, it was one of the brothers, but betweenhis enthusiasm and the kinkiness of what their boss was doing to and for them, I was stiff as steel in a moment. Never did find out who it was as Javier pushed him out of the way, turned around and impaled himself on my tool. He moaned and ordered Matthais to sit on my face the way he had been. I rimmed that virgin hole for all I was worth, and then bossman barked something in Spanish and I felt a tongue on my own hole (since my butt was at the very end of the bench, and for balance I had my legs spread as I pumped up into the hot lawnman, my hole was accessible and it seems Cisco was down there). Donny it seems was switching back and forth from letting Javier and Matthais suck and lick his tool while they made out, or running behind Cisco and rimming him. After a nice long ride, Donny handed Javier the poppers and MaxImpact and everyone was given hits - along with the relit pipe. He then pushed Matthais' virgin hole (now well rimmed by yours truly) down onto my cock for his first fuck. He looked part scared, part confused and very turned on and his ass was moving on it much faster than I'd ever have expected. Javier got over me in the 69 position and thrust his dick down my throat. Just before he went down on Matthais' bouncing cock, he told Cisco to start fucking his boss-butt, and I could see his legs coming up behind my head and Javier's ass on either side of me. Cisco slid into his boss' manhole and moaned, but it wasn't too much later when there was a squeak and curse and then a low moan from Cisco. The older bro was taking his first cock in his manhole as Donny fucked him from behind while he was fucking his own boss. All while his boss had his cock down my throat while sucking the younger brother who was impaled on my cock and obviously liking it. Ya' gotta' love the power of persuasion with the help of a little bit of chemical enhancement! Before I left, both of the newbies had fucked their boss, been fucked by me and by Donny, and each briefly took their boss's huge tool (huge for newbies that is, and still damn big for ol'timers) and yeah, we got them to fool around with each other a bit too. My only regret with this experience was that I left to go home around three A.M., while they continued. I never got to play with them again, because Donny MOVED with no forwarding address or new cell number less than two weeks later, so I didn't have any numbers or emails to get in touch with Javier who presumably still has his business near there! DAMN! Would have loved to have seen how far the brothers came as time went by.

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!?"

Welcome to London. BBRT is allegedly a good way to contact others. There's discussion about best saunas in this group. Best cruising sites might be Hampstead, East Ham and Barnes Common. Others may well advise on other places. You're in a good central place to get around London. All the best

How impolite it is that you give a guys hole a great fucking and a good load in his hole that he does not have the common decency to clean your dick with his mouth.

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.

True.... true.... wait a second.... if everyone uses his 10 per day limit and only a few 'likes' reach me.... *snarls dangerously* Hehe.... nah ponyboy238. I know you like my work. Just teasing you. But you got a valid point here. Sometimes we use the 'likes' for one sentence or so. For example: "Was last night in the bathhouse and got 14 loads" *bling* like like like like or... since we are visual beings: a nice picture of a bottom getting fucked by a big black cock. *bling* like like like like Then again, this is not a reading circle I guess... still - it is not just about me, it's about other writers or stories also. But who am I to judge. I still think, it is not too much to ask for some attention and appreciation.

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

PART 8 As I got into campus, I immediately dropped by the university clinic to schedule an appointment with the resident gynecologist. The clinic is quite large and is more like a small hospital. There were only a few people in the clinic when I got there, I went into the student's desk and asked for an appointment with the gynecologist, the attendant told me that the next available schedule was 2pm the next day as Dr. Fatima was out attending a seminar today. I scheduled myself for 2pm and left to get to my dorm. I got into my room, and and rested for a few minutes. All the fucking I've been having must have really taken its toll on me, my body was hurting everywhere but I don't regret it, the thought cock and cum makes my pussy tingle and wet in an instant. I took a shower and changed and got myself some early dinner as I planned to sleep in early. I slept before 8pm and woke up at 7 the next day. As I woke up, I was checking my emails and saw an email from Prof Ahmed asking me to drop by his office at 10am if possible, he wanted to discuss with me the paper he's working on. By 9:45 I was already on my way to Prof Ahmed's office wearing a skimpy black dress as if I was going to a club. With my best bras and a g-string, I knew how this "discussion" was going to end. I knocked on Prof Ahmed's door and the usual "come in" invited me to his office. I let myself in and there he was gorgeous as ever sitting behind his desk, he was on his laptop and as he stood up to greet me, I noticed how fit he really is, his shirt today is tighter than before, I can see the definition of his pecs and nipples through his shirt and I was loving it. He greeted me with a smile and asked me to sit down. He handed me a thick pile of papers and asked me to read them and check if they were of any use to his research. He asked me to submit to him a list of the articles I think might be useful to his research. He also handed me a name with contact details from an officer in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and asked me to schedule a meeting with the guy. Prof Ahmed has been trying to contact the guy to no avail and an interview with this person might really help us move forward with the research we are working on. After that professor Ahmed walked to the door and I was disappointed, I thought there was gonna me more to this meeting but it seemed like he was showing me out of his office already. My eyes twinkled and my smile was all to obvious as I heard him lock the door and he started undressing while walking back towards me. He saw how happy I was and said "you thought I'd be saying goodbye without a fuck?" To which I replied in a slutty manner "I don't know what you are talking about." I smiled and bit my lip as I put my hands behind his head and guided it towards mine as we kissed in the most passionate manner possible. As Professor Ahmed finished stripping off his shirt, I saw how toned his body is, he had an amazing body especially for a professor. He was rocking a 6 pack and amazing pecs. He slightly had hair on his chest and abdomen which I love and I immediately started to pull off the kiss and lick on his neck, then chest then abdomen as I was unbuckling his pants. I was desperate for a cock and it showed. I was able to undress him and I immediately put his rock hard 8 inch cock into my mouth. I slurped and slurped and I deep throated him like my life depended on it. He was moaning and grunting and he put his hands behind my head as he guided my head as I sucked him. He then removed my dress and cupped my breasts ... he gently removed my bras and he saw that I was only wearing a g-string. He smirked and said in a smug manner as he was playing with my pussy from the outside "you knew this would happen didn't you?", I replied in a fake innocent manner "I really don't know what you are talking about, but I'd like to come prepared" he then got me to lay on his desk as he lapped on my pussy. He fingered it as he was slurping all over it... he was like a mad dog. He put in a finger then 2 then 3 ... then 4. It was as if he wanted to fist me... I was moaning and moaning as I enjoyed the moment and then *plop his entire hand was now inside my vagina. My professor was fisting me! It hurt but felt really good at the same time. He was wrists deep into my vagina when he pulled his hand out and I let out a big sigh ... I felt empty. Then my eyes widened as I saw him spit on his cock and my pussy and he slowly slid his thick piece of meat into me. It was awesome! He then started pumping into me and our hands were all over each other as we kissed. We were fucking like rabbits in his office and then I heard him grunt and then I knew he was cumming in me. I felt his dick pulsate inside me as jets of cum made its way into my pussy. He then slowly pulled his cock out of me and we get dressed. As I was about to make my way out of his office he asked me "where are you going after this?" And then *boom ... i just realized I had an appointment with the school gynecologist this afternoon. Shit! I can't go in there with cum in my pussy.

Count me in as a member of the pain club. Do your worst. Fists and feet turn me on. Only been with one guy who liked to punish me. Broke two of my ribs by kicking me as I was lying on the floor. Hot. I still think about it.

Taking longer to get to the breeding than I thought. Enjoy some more build up. --- "scott's wild 20's have caught up with him. We both know that he's not going to be around much longer. So he asked nicely for two things. One, I help him go out with a bang, rather than with a whimper. Two, part of him will live on in my new boy." At that moment I felt the need to be macho. "What makes you think I want to be your boy huh? Hell, what makes you think I won't go running to the cops my first chance?" Daddy Jack started chuckling again, deep and manly. "You mean besides the way you've been looking at us every, single, time, we come to the bar? Well, we've been doing some research on you. Google is an amazing tool. It was rather easy, actually, since you use the same nick-name on several sites. Isn't that right Pup Lucky?" Run. I should have absolutely run. These guys knew way too much about me. I should have gotten out of his car right then and run. It didn't matter that at that moment we were traveling down the highway. I should just tuck and roll and.... "Who's a perverted pupper?" His tone was much more playful, and Daddy started scratching the back of my neck right at the hairline. "Who's a sniffer pup that gets a red rocket from shit and pits?" "Arf!" My English was long gone. I had fallen into pup-space hard and fast. "And who's a naughty pupper that likes to get poppered up and wrap a belt around his neck while he beats off?" "Whine." "Even though pup knew it was a bad idea, you did it anyway. Because it feels so good. You're almost as much of a pig as we are. Hell, you might even end up teaching me a couple new kinks. Puppy want a bone?" Daddy Jack hauled out his cock and equally massive, furry, nuts. The smell soon hit me like a 2x4 between the eyes: rich, meaty, cheesy, potent, manly, delicious. "WOOF!" I dove into his sac nose first, his hairs ticking my nose and lips as I rooted around getting his stink all over my face, breathing deeply, licking, chewing skin gently, his nuts too big to fit safely into my mouth while Daddy was driving. Working my way downward, my tongue approached richer, darker smells. I feel a gentle smack on the back of my head. "Silly puppy, BONE first. I'll feed you from my hole later." "Bark!" Even fully hard, there was extra skin on the end of Daddy's cock which I gently chewed as I also alternately slid my tongue under his hood. Immediately I could both feel and taste the greasy smeg on his head. Using my lips, I gently push the skin back and, when his cock head was fully exposed I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with his cheesy funk. "Good puppy. Such a good boy. Yes you are, yes you are. I've been building that up for the past week. It's all for you pupper." He gently stroked my head as I licked him clean. Once most of the smeg was on my tongue, Daddy pushed my head down on his cock. It was a stretch, but I was able to get him in my throat. "Slowly pup, slowly. All the way up and all the way down. But slowly. I don't want to shoot on the road." The rest of the drive was quiet. I worked Daddy Jack's meat just as he instructed. A couple times on my way down he would put his hand on my head and I would stay down and let my throat muscles do all the work. There was never force in his hand, just his way of asking nicely. I stayed down as long as I could letting my vision blur and my ears ring. When I went to pull up, he pressed down for just a second or so. Stretching me, giving the motivation to make it just a little bit further. Then I was free, his hand back on the wheel, and breathing in that wonderful crotch stink again. Eventually I noticed that the engine had been turned off. We were in a garage somewhere. Where, I couldn't say, but then honestly at that point I didn't care. Looking up at Daddy I gave a "Baroo?" "Yes, you're right pup. We've kept scott waiting long enough. On the wall shelves you'll see a clear plastic tub. Put your phone, keys, wallet, clothes, and anything else you have in it. You won't be needing any of it while you're here." I jumped out of the car and quickly stripped off. The concrete floor was cold and gritty under my bare feet. "Lucky, heel!" I raced around the car to Daddy's side. I knew I couldn't go to all fours in here without really hurting myself, so I just dropped to my haunches, my head by his left hand, nuzzling Daddy for more attention. "Good boy. Now go into the house, all the way up the stairs. The last door down the hallway is where my boy is. It's time for him to give you the gift you've been waiting so long for."

So the day before yesterday I get hit up on scruff by this latin boy I played with once before. The first time, he fucked me raw (plays safe only) but didn't load my ass. He's asking when we can meet again, offers a few suggestions for a time that works for him, ya know not saying he's horny NOW. We chat a little bit and he says something about needing to wear a condom next time because he wants to cum inside me. On my end my face has a shit eating grin knowing I got him were I want him. Me: What would you like? Him: Yeah. I would like to come inside! Me: mmm nice Him: What do you think? Me: I'm open to both options Him: Actually I don't have a condom. Do you? If you do we can have it there as an option Me: I have one or two I think.... Earlier in the conversation I had told him when he got here, maybe I'd leave the door unlocked for him and wait in the bedroom naked. It was a gamble being he has a 'safe only' persona, some guys are cool fucking bare but some don't like that scene thinking your a cumdump I do have the door unlocked, and when he gets here I get the feeling he has done it before. No words are said, gets naked before coming in the bedroom and the game is on! He's rock hard when he comes to the bed, we make out, I suck him (no need to really though) and have a condom on the nightstand, but he slams his raw uncut cock into me as I knew he would. He goes at it in every position and really is a great fuck. After a half hour or so he makes grunts that make me think he's ready to cum, the last time he pulled out for that, I whisper in his ear 'you still want to cum inside me?' He can only nod his head yes, and I tell him to do it. Bastard fucked me another 10 minutes before he started screaming he was cumming and planted it deep in my ass. BB guilt kicks in and he quickly cleans up and leaves, but later he messages me thanking me for the fun. Can't wait until next time!

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.

Since I can't figure out how to post any more pics or gifs here, I'll tell ya'll I posted some pics and one super hot gif in my "Lynn's likes" album. They are for bz 64-69. I hope ya'll like em'.

Part 4. It took a few weeks for Jake to come down with even the mildest symptoms of a viral infection. In the immediate aftermath of our encounter with Eddie and Bill, I tried to reassure him that things would be OK, that PrEP really worked and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. I doubled up on giving him the blue pills for that first week to try to make him feel better, knowing they were just pain killers and wouldn’t help stop what was happening to his immune system with each passing day. He didn’t even really put it together that his low-grade fever and cold symptoms were anything out of the ordinary, but I was watching closely, and I noticed. And shared the news with my text buddies, who had been eagerly waiting for any news. Jake and I agreed that we would play safe with each other until the 6 month point, at which time he could get tested and we could go back to normal. During those months, I cultivated a friendship with a tech at the clinic, and ultimately let him in on my idea for how things would go down. It didn’t hurt that soon after we met, I gave up my hole to him raw and let him dump his seed in me as often as he wanted. If Jake wouldn’t do it, I had to seek other opportunities. During our pillow talk after he dumped inside me, we developed the plan. In the same period, Jake’s friend Matt moved back to town. I fucking hated Matt from the moment we first met, when Jake and I were first dating. They were best friends, and it was obvious to me that Matt was in love with Jake, but it was never stated outright. As Jake and I had grown closer, I pulled him further away from Matt, which broke his heart I’m sure. He eventually took a job out of state, but they kept in touch. I could tolerate that, but when the bitch moved back to town and wanted to rekindle their friendship, I knew I had a problem...and an opportunity. To Jake’s surprise, I encouraged him to spend time with Matt - we weren’t having sex much, and giving them some space to catch up allowed me more time to visit my clinic friend Dean. When I told Dean about Matt, he had a great idea, which I readily took him up on. I gave Dean all the information I knew about Matt, and it didn’t take him long to find him in an online app and strike up a connection. Matt’s profile said he was a total bottom who only played safe. Dean chatted him up, and after a short conversation told him he was an HIV counselor and was on PrEP (a lie, as he was actually poz, but Matt didn’t need to know that), but he only fucked bare. Matt got quiet, but kept up the chat. He said he had thought about PrEP, but that he had a pill phobia and couldn’t imagine having to do that every day. Add that to the fact that he didn’t have insurance yet with his new job, and it just wasn’t an option for him. Dean played it cool, said he understood Matt’s apprehension and also that PrEP wasn’t for everyone, but said that there was nothing like that feeling of skin on skin sex with no barriers in between. Dean suggested maybe Matt might know somebody he could trust who he would let fuck him raw - maybe someone in a monogamous relationship who knew their status beyond a shadow of a doubt. Matt perked up at that suggestion and said he knew just the person he wanted to ask. When Jake came home a short time later and told me what Matt suggested, I shocked him by telling him I thought it sounded hot. He confessed that he always thought I was jealous of his closeness with Matt, and I admitted he wasn’t wrong - but that since we started playing with other people, a lot of those feelings I’d had had resolved. And you had to admit, Matt had a sweet ass that looked eminently fuckable. Jake agreed on that point, but said it was impossible given his current freaked out state after the broken condom incident. I reassured him yet again, and said how the timing was actually perfect - that his test was coming up and after the last 6 months of safe sex only, he could be more certain of his status than ever. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, and still seemed a little unsure. I said we still had time to think about it and talk it through. When the day came for his clinic visit, I took the day off and went with him. I admit my hole twitched just a bit when we walked in and I saw Dean behind the counter, looking up from his computer and smiling at us. He greeted us and confirmed Jake’s appointment and information. When the doctor came out to fetch Jake, he informed us it was their policy to not allow anyone else into the exam room. Jake protested, but I told him it was OK, that I’d be waiting right here and confirmed that it would be OK for us to hear the results together. The doctor said that would be fine, and led Jake into an exam room. Immediately after the door shut, I hurried to a supply closet down the hall and waited for Dean. I dropped my pants and as soon as I heard him come in, I bent over and offered my hole. I saw him place his phone on the shelf next to my head, then unzip his fly. He said he only had a few minutes until Jake’s blood would have been drawn and the doctor would buzz him to come retrieve the sample and take it to the lab for processing. I felt his cock press against my hole, and I pressed back against it, feeling myself open up to allow him into me raw. He didn’t hesitate once he was inside and pressed in balls deep. As he began to fuck me, he told me how he had been chatting with Matt again, and got the update that things were looking good that his trusted friend was going to fuck him for the first time, and that they were working up to being comfortable with it being bareback. I squeezed my hole around his shaft as it slid in and out of me, confirming that I was close to convincing Jake that he should go for it - that he was safer now than at any time in his life, and he should show his best friend how amazing it feels when a raw cock fucks you. After just a minute or two more, Dean’s phone buzzed with the text from the doctor. He picked up his pace, and a few short strokes later was dumping his toxic seed into my hole. He pulled out, zipped up, grabbed his phone and was out the door before I had a chance to say a word. I composed myself and returned to the waiting room. Dean soon emerged from the exam room with a vial of blood, which he held up with a grin. I watched as he went to his desk, printed off a new label, pulled out a vial from a drawer that looked identical. He slapped the new label on that vial, walked past me, adjusted his bulge, and hustled down the hall to the lab. No sooner was he gone then Jake joined me in the waiting room, saying it should be about a half hour before we got the results. Dean returned 25 minutes later and motioned for us to join him in the exam room. The doctor was reading the results as we entered, invited us to sit down, and quickly dispensed with the formalities and gave us the good news that Jake’s result was negative. Jake began to cry and leapt into my arms, sobbing in relief. We all extolled the virtues of PrEP, and then Jake and I were on our way. I glanced at Dean on the way out, giving him a furtive wink and a smile.

SHACKLED AND SHAVED (Part 3) Brandon lay on the bed, blind. He heard the door close, so he guessed that Mitch had left the room. He thought briefly about removing the blindfold but remembered that there were a couple of security cameras in the room. He figured it would be best not to disobey Mitch. The eighteen-year-old’s young mind was in turmoil. He wondered if Mitch was right. Was he really meant to be a submissive slut? Mitch was right that he was a pretentious asshole to most people. He took advantage of everyone he could, always trying to manipulate them into doing what he wanted, but never just coming out and asking for things directly. He often even treated his boyfriend Aiden badly, trying to see how much Aiden would put up with before standing up for himself. Was it because deep down he wanted to finally push someone so far that they would push back and put him in his place? Brandon’s introspection was cut short when loud pulsing trance music suddenly filled the room. Instinctively he tried to look around, forgetting that he was blindfolded. He wasn’t sure how long he lay on the bed listening to the music. The music seemed to be a continuous mix of several songs flowing into one another and then back again. Eventually he felt his body getting warm and tingling. His skin was sensitive and the feel of the smooth sheet on his back became more intense. Brandon had done Ecstasy a few times before while partying in high school, so recognized its effects. As the drug kicked in, Brandon started rubbing his hands over his body in time to the music, enjoying the sensation of being touched. His left hand strayed down to his dick, which had softened while he had been thinking. The hood was back up covering the head, but the shaft was still a little plump. He ran his fingers through his small patch of pubic hair, then over his dick, and fondled his small fuzzy balls. “You don’t get to play with yourself without permission Boy,” yelled Mitch into his ear as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled it off his genitals, “I guess you need some help controlling yourself.” A pair of hands slipped under his shoulders and pushed his back up off the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, Brandon felt Mitch’s muscular arms slide under his own arms and wrap around his chest from behind. The slim boy was easily lifted up off the mattress, swung around and set back down a couple feet away on his feet. The volume of the music decreased to a level where voices would still be heard over it. “Stand on your feet Boy,” said Mitch from behind him. The muscular arms slid out from around his chest and then down his arms. Large strong hands grabbed the boy’s smaller hands and raised them up over his head. Mitch’s fingers intertwined with his and Brandon felt the man’s hairy chest press up against his back. A scratchy beard brushed against his neck and he felt the man’s hot breath blowing into his ear. The E was really starting to kick in and Brandon could not resist swaying to the music and grinding his ass back against the large leather clad bulge that was pressing into his lower back. As he started to lose himself to the music, the drug, and the feeling of rubbing back against a man that was taking control of him, he felt cold metal pressed against his wrists. The next thing Brandon knew, Mitch stepped away from him, but his arms and hands remained raised above his head, held in place by shackles attached to the ceiling. “You can continue to dance Boy. Show off that hot naked little body of yours. It pleases me to see you embracing your sexuality,” said Mitch from behind him, but still close to his ear. *** After Mitch had left the room, he had turned on the sound system and keyed in a trance mix on his smart phone that was synced to the basements sounds system. He nodded at Dustin, who was waiting in the main playroom outside Brandon’s ‘cell’, which also doubled as the wet room for piss play. Dustin sprung into action and started moving all the supplies that Mitch had prepared into Brandon’s cell, along with two bright directional lights and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He adjusted the camera so that it would have an unobstructed view of the bed and an area next to the bed where Mitch indicated. Dustin was thirty years old, but still very much a twink. He was 5’10” and weighed about 130 pounds. He had short light brown hair and almost no body hair. Mitch had met Dustin about ten years ago through Rentboy. Dustin had already been poz by the time he met Mitch, so Dustin had never fully been Mitch’s Boy in the way Mitch intended to possess Brandon. Still, Dustin was one of Mitch’s regular slave boy fuck buddies. Dustin really got off on Age Play and liked to pretend he was underage if he was in the submissive role, or if he and Mitch were playing with a younger twink, Dustin liked to roleplay as an older brother. Dustin also happened to be deaf, which was useful in situations such as this since Mitch and Dustin could communicate through sign language as Mitch had made a point of learning the language after meeting Dustin. After Dustin had all the supplies set up in the room, Mitch returned and stood over Brandon watching the blindfolded boy lying on the mattress. The boy was definitely starting to feel the effects of the E and was well on his way to starting his trip. When Mitch saw Brandon start playing with his cock and balls, he signed to Dustin, “Get the shackles ready, I’m going to stand him up.” “Yes Daddy,” signed back Dustin then got the wrist shackles out and used a safety release snap to attach them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Once Mitch had Brandon’s hands up over his head, Dustin quickly and expertly attached the shackles to the new boy’s wrists then adjusted the chains to make sure they kept Brandon’s arms stretched up. As Mitch was whispering into Brandon’s ear, Dustin picked up the leg shackles and stood in front of Brandon anticipating the next order from Mitch. Brandon did as Mitch suggested and continued enjoying his E trip by dancing to the pulsing hypnotic music. He pulled lightly against the shackles while he gyrated his hips and rolled his torso. He enjoyed the slight sting as the shackles dug into his wrists. Mitch smiled as he saw how much Brandon was enjoying displaying himself and showing off. Once he was sure the Boy was completely engaged in his trip, he hit pause on his phone to silence the music. “Okay, Boy, stop dancing and stand still,” he ordered Brandon. Brandon was disappointed and didn’t want to stop at first, but reluctantly did. Mitch walked over to where Dustin had laid out several floggers and straps and picked up a split leather strap. He walked back and smacked it twice across Brandon’s white ass, causing a bright red strip to quickly develop, “Aren’t you forgetting something Boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” said Brandon as the sting of the strap reminded him that he had not acknowledged Mitch’s order. “Good Boy. Every time you forget to call me Sir, Daddy, or Master, when you should, you will get spanked. The implement may vary but you will get spanked. Also each time you fail in this most simple of tasks, the punishment will double. So this time you got two since this was your second offense. Next time it will be four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now again, stand still,” ordered Mitch. “Yes Sir,” responded Brandon as he stood upright. Mitch stepped up behind Brandon and used his booted foot to slide Brandon’s legs apart until they were the desired distance apart. Then Mitch stepped back and nodded to Dustin, who quickly and expertly secured the ankle shackles to the walls and attached them to Brandon’s ankles. Dustin then picked up an electric hair trimmer from where the supplies were laid out and again stood ready in front of Brandon for the next order from Mitch. “Okay Boy, I’m going to be removing all your body hair, first getting the longer hairs with a trimmer and then shaving your entire body from the neck down. So, unless you want to get cut up a lot, you will remain still, especially in the area where you feel the shaving being done. While you are being shaved, I will be asking you some questions. You will answer me as best you can. Feel free to elaborate and tell me as much as you can about the topic of the question. Some of the questions may be difficult, its okay if you don’t know an answer or ramble on, but you will not lie to me. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon, more concerned about the questions than the shaving. He and Aiden had shaved each other before. It was not something they bothered to do all the time, but they had enjoyed rubbing their naked hairless bodies against each other. Mitch nodded to Dustin, who immediately clicked on the trimmer and started to work on Brandon’s arms, starting at the top and working down the stretched out boy. “Have you been fucked before Boy?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. I’ve let Aiden fuck me a couple times. He really doesn’t enjoy fucking me and has trouble staying hard when he fucks me, Sir” answered Brandon. “So then you mainly fuck him when you have sex?” asked Mitch. “If we are fucking Sir, then yes. But most of the time we have sex we just exchange blow jobs or jack each other off, Sir,” answered Brandon. “Do you use condoms when you fuck?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. Both Aiden and I always practice safe sex, Sir,” said Brandon. “So you’ve never felt a bare cock up your ass?” asked Mitch. “No Sir, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom,” said Brandon adamantly. Mitch motioned to Dustin to step back, then delivered four swats to Brandon’s ass, “You forgot to say Sir.” Brandon cried out in pain and struggled against his the chains as he tried to turn his ass away from the blows. “Sorry Sir,” he finally responded after he had recovered the shock and pain of the strap. Once Brandon was settled back down, Mitch again nodded and Dustin resumed trimming Brandon’s body hair down to where it would be easy to shave. “Have you had sex with anyone besides Aiden?” asked Mitch. “No, but I’ve wanted to Sir,” said Brandon. The E was making it easier to admit his secret desires. “Why didn’t you then?” asked Mitch. Brandon hung his still blindfolded head, “Cause I was scared, Sir.” Brandon shivered and Dustin reacted quickly to keep from chopping the boy’s soft skin with the clippers. Just as Mitch was about to ask a follow up question, Brandon answered it, “I was scared people would think I was a slut, Sir.” Mitch stepped behind the shaking twink and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Dustin had not been paying as close attention to Mitch as he should have been and it took him a second to stop trimming Brandon’s hair when Mitch wrapped the boy up in a hug. Mitch spoke softly into Brandon’s ear, “Do not ever think there is anything wrong with being a slut. It is what you were born to be. Anyone that thinks less of you for being yourself isn’t anyone whose opinion matters.” Brandon pressed his body back against Mitch’s. Being hugged on E felt so good to him, and the man’s words were what he needed to hear. He was also so high that he did not even wonder how his legs were still being run over with a set of clippers when Mitch first hugged him. Mitch released Brandon and stepped back around to the front. “Have you and Aiden ever done anything kinky before like bondage, spanking, or piss play?” asked Mitch as Dustin resumed using the clippers on the boy’s legs. “No, Sir, but I have watched some bondage and spanking porn on the internet a few times, Sir,” answered Brandon slightly embarrassed to be admitting that. “What drugs have you done so far?” asked Mitch. Brandon took a minute to think then answered honestly, “Pot, E, whip-its, cough syrup or dexing, and Oxy, Sir.” He tensed as he expected Mitch would be angry at him for all the drugs he had tried and would punish him, but no blows were forthcoming. “Good, at least you are adventurous in one aspect of your life,” said Mitch. Dustin had finished removing all the longer hairs from the boy’s arms, arm pits, chest, pubic area, and legs, so he turned off the trimmer and started preparing the shaving cream and higher end disposable razors for the next task, while Mitch began running his hands over Brandon’s body. He started at the top, lightly stroking the boy’s body all the way from his hands, which were shackled above his head, to the boy’s shackled feet. As Dustin got busy shaving off the last remaining bits of hair, Mitch continued questioning Brandon. Mitch was able to get Brandon to admit that he was attracted to older men and that he did not flirt with them only to get booze, but also because it excited him when older men lusted after him. He had always been too scared though to go beyond flirting, again scared that people would think less of him. Once Dustin had finished shaving all the body hair off of Brandon, he wiped the boy down with a wet cloth then stepped back and waited for further instructions. Mitch inspected Brandon’s hairless body. The eighteen-year-old twink looked even younger once he was completely hairless from the neck down. The boy’s hairless cock was soft, mainly due to the effects of the E, and was so small that Brandon looked like he might not have started puberty yet. “Do you need to take your morning piss Boy?” asked Mitch as lightly stroked the boy’s smooth chest and teased the small dime sized pink nipples. Brandon nodded vigorously as he answered, “Yes Sir!” “Are you thirsty too?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir!” answered Brandon. Mitch pointed to the large bottle that was on the floor next to the shaving supplies. Dustin quickly retrieved the bottle and held it under Brandon’s small cock. Mitch nodded and pointed to Brandon’s tiny cocklet. Dustin grabbed the boy’s cock, pulled back the foreskin and held the bottle in position to collect the boy’s piss. Mitch stroked Brandon’s hair as he said, “Okay Boy, go ahead and piss. It’s okay.” “Yes sir,” said Brandon as he relaxed and started releasing his morning piss. Dustin directed the boy’s piss into the bottle. Once Brandon had drained his bladder, the bottle was nearly full. Dustin shook the last few drops of piss out of the boy’s cock then handed the bottle to Mitch. “Good Boy,” said Mitch. He then grabbed a fistful of Brandon’s sweaty blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back. “Now open your mouth,” he ordered. Brandon was not so far gone on the E that he didn’t realize what was about to happen. He briefly thought about protesting or trying to resist, but he knew he was shackled by his wrists and ankles in a cell and completely at the mercy of Mitch. So he scrunched up his face and reluctantly opened his mouth. Mitch’s hand released its grip on his hair. Brandon waited for the piss, but instead his freshly shaven ass was assaulted by the strap. Eight sharp blows set his ass on fire. “Now, let’s try this again. Open your mouth Boy,” said Mitch. “Yes Sir,” said Brandon, upset at himself for having screwed that up again. He opened his mouth. He felt the rim of a plastic bottle press against his lips, a moment later, his own hot piss started to pour into his mouth. While he had never fantasized about or been particularly interested in golden showers or piss play, it did not completely freak him out. He found that the taste wasn’t repulsive and that he could handle it. When his mouth was full he gulped it down, but Mitch tilted the bottle and pour some more out while he swallowed so the piss ran down his chin and onto his body. Brandon figured he would get punished for spilling any of the piss so he quickly opened his mouth and gulped down another mouthful. He ended up downing three full mouthfuls and had a considerable amount of piss spill down his face, chest, stomach, crotch and legs before the bottle was empty. “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he handed the bottle to Dustin then moved behind Brandon and again started stroking the boy’s body, giving the tripping boy the physical stimulation he was craving. Brandon couldn’t help himself and pressed his body back against the older man. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the large leather bulge he felt behind him. Mitch ran one hand down Brandon’s smooth chest and taunt stomach. He ran his fingers over the boy’s freshly shaven pubic area. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Mitch used one finger and his thumb to stroke the boy’s small flaccid penis. Despite the effects of the E, Brandon’s cock quickly grew hard. “Despite a few slip ups, you’ve been a good Boy. Now you get a reward. You better enjoy this, cause its the last time that little cock of yours is going to give you pleasure for a long time,” said Mitch as he jacked the boy’s little uncut cock. Brandon rubbed his back against Mitch’s hairy chest and his ass against the man’s leather clad cock as Mitch masturbated him. The stimulation and the hour of having his body teased quickly brought Brandon to the brink of orgasm. Mitch was experienced enough to recognize the signs of Brandon’s approaching orgasm. When he knew the boy was about to come, he nodded to Dustin. Dustin got on his knees in front of Brandon and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mitch removed his hand from the boy’s cock as Dustin started to suck him and then used both hands to play with the boy’s dime-sized pink nipples. Brandon moaned in pleasure from all he stimulation and his impending orgasm. Just as he started shooting his cum into the mouth sucking his dick, it occurred to him that it was impossible for Mitch to be sucking him, while standing behind him. “Yeah, shoot that cum boy. Feed your load to new big brother. He’s hungry for it. He can’t get enough cum. Soon you will be just like him, hungry for cum and accepting any and every load you can get inside you,” said Mitch into Brandon’s ear as the boy’s orgasm overwhelmed him. Brandon cried out as he started cumming into Dustin’s mouth. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. His legs shook and he lost his footing, cause his weight to transfer to his wrists and shoulders. He dangled from his shackled wrists as pain shot through his arms. Dustin easily swallowed the teen’s thin watery cum then sat back on his ankles and signed, “Thank you, Daddy.” Mitch gave the deaf prostitute a smile and nod of acknowledgment, then ordered him to go get the bondage chair from the other room. As Dustin went to get the chair, Mitch wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest and lifted him back up to his feet and held him there as he used his other hand to release the chain holding the shackles to the ceiling. Dustin returned with the chair, and Mitch deposited Brandon into the chair then instructed Dustin to secure Brandon to it with rope. Mitch watched Dustin’s work closely and gave him tips and advice on his knots and rope placement, furthering the training of the thirty-year old switch. Once Brandon was secured to the chair, Mitch got a metal chastity cock sheath from the supplies. He slipped the ring around the base of the boy’s cock and forced the boy’s small balls through the metal ring. Then he put the metal tube over the boy’s deflated cock and locked it to the ring. It fit perfectly and would be extremely difficult for Brandon to remove. Mitch had taken the opportunity to size the boy’s genitals a week earlier on one of the many nights Brandon came home drunk and passed out. “There, now you will be able to learn to focus on your ass. You’re sexual gratification needs to come from using your ass and mouth to please real men,” said Mitch. After the chastity device was in place, Mitch removed the blindfold. Brandon remained blinded for a few moments as his eyes adjusted from the total dark of the blindfold to the bright lights for the video camera. He started to panic when he realized that everything that had happened had been video recorded. Mitch walked up behind Brandon and stroked the boy’s hair as he shushed him. “You need to get used to being on display Boy. I’m making a nice preview tape to show you off to my friends, to wet their appetite for when you are ready to make multiple loads from all comers. You’ll have men lining up to fuck your ass and shoot their cum up into you. Each one wishing he was the one that got to impregnate you. You will be covered in cum, with it dripping out of your ass, and you will love every minute of it. Now are you ready to see how a real slut boy behaves?” asked Mitch. Before Brandon could even reply, Mitch’s hands and fingers were giving Dustin his next orders, “Okay Boy, time to show your little brother how to Party.”

I have also had a similar interest...being connected to a group of guys, each one of us with a catheter connected to like a circular tube recycling the piss between several guys.

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Last night a str8 guy posted on Craigslist that he was staying at a hotel, not far from my home and wanted a guy to come to his room to blow him. His ad said he was 45, married, white, businessman. I sent him a reply to his ad with some pics of me sucking dick. He replied back that he was in Las Vegas on business at an airport hotel. He said the room would be dark. The door unlocked. Just come in, find him sitting on the edge of the bed. Drop to my knees and blow him. He cums, I go. No chat. No reciprocation on his part. I told him that sounded great. He sent me his hotel name and room number and I was quickly on my way to blow him. Just as he said, his door at the Hampton Inn was cracked open. I entered his room. Momentarily, when I came through the door, the hall lights gave enough light that I could just faintly see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He was tall, thin, muscular, hairy and naked. But, I couldn't see any details like his face. I closed the door and walked over to him on the bed. I dropped to my knees and took several deep hits of poppers. Then leaned forward and began to suck his partially hard cock. He had a respectable 6"s, cut. As I sucked on his cock, it began to grow in my mouth. Soon growing to about 7"s. He then laid back on the bed and I began to lick his balls and underneath his balls. Then I lifted his legs and licked his asshole. He was silent, but I could tell he liked it. He was spreading his ass cheeks with his hands to give me more access to his hole. So I could get my tongue deep, up inside him. I rimmed his ass for about 5 minutes. Then went back to sucking his cock. He was now leaking precum. Very sweet tasting. As I was sucking him, he sat up and leaned over me. Sliding his hand down the back of my pants. Finding my asshole, he fingered it. Great! He was up for fucking! Without asking if he wanted to fuck me, I stood and took off my pants, my briefs and my shirt. I was now naked. I knelt on the edge of the bed next to him. He got off the bed and stood behind me. I spit on my fingers and lubed my ass with my spit. He spit on his cock and put his rock hard cock up to my hole. He slowly pushed into me. I'm sniffing poppers as he slides in me and then begins to pump his cock in and out of my hole. He's obviously turned on. He pounds me hard and deep for only about 3 or 4 minutes, before he groans and shakes. He's emptying his balls in my ass. As soon as he cums, he pulls from me and goes into the bathroom. Closing the door to the bathroom before he turned on the bathroom light. I climb off the bed, his cum dripping from my hole and I dress in the dark. I leave his room before he ever comes back from the bathroom. I never got a good look at his face. But loved the anonymous encounter with the str8 visitor.

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Part 2 As I left the building, I still couldn't believe I've just been fucked by such a stud. I've only been in Cairo for 2 days and I've now allowed a total stranger to cum inside me... gosh I'm turning into a total slut. I decided to go back to the cafe where I met Hassan so that I could chill and relax and finally finish that book that I was reading, as I walked I could feel that my pussy was still wet and that I was starting to leak cum, gosh... Hassan must have but a lot inside me. The wetness and the leaking made me feel hot and I couldn't really concentrate as I was walking coz all I could think about was Hassan's huge cock and how he came inside me. I was becoming hornier so I decided to skip the cafe and go to a bar in a nearby hotel, hoping that I'd picked up by some hot stud, It was still kind of early, a little past 6 so there were only a few people in the bar, I ordered a Martini and took my time, watching as the bar got a little bit more crowded. As I finished my drink, I decided to order another one and that's when I noticed that the bartender was incredibly hot and gorgeous. He had this strong jaw line, amazing eyes and even if his fully clothed I could sense that he was trimmed and well built. As he served me my 2nd Martini, I decided to chat with him, that's how I met Abdul, he is 24 years old, 5'9 and has been working in the hotel for almost a year now. As Abdul went to take the order of another client, this hot 30 year old something sat beside me. He had a short hair, a well trimmed beard, very white teeth and had amazing bronze skin. From the looks of it he seemed to be from the Middle East but did not seem to be local. As I looked at him, he just smiled at me and gave me a wink, to which I smiled back, blushing. The guy introduced himself as Rashid, he's Jordanian and was just in the city for a few days for work. Rashid and I talked, exchanging sexy looks every now and then, I could tell he was horny and I think he could tell that I was too... within a few minutes I felt Rashid put his hands on my thigh and it went higher and higher by the minute, until it was near my crotch. Good thing no one noticed as the lighting was very mellow, Rashid asked me if I wanted to accompany him to his room, to which I said "Yes". As Rashid and I left I looked back at the bar and saw Abdul, he smiled, I smiled back and gave him a wink. As we entered Rashid's room, I noticed that it was pretty big and nice, seems like this guy's working for a big time company. As Rashid closed the door, he didn't waste any time and started kissing me and caressing by breasts. He cupped my breasts and fondled it as he was kissing me and kissing my neck. I started to unbutton his shirt and I caressed his slightly hairy chest and enjoyed his well defined pecs. We then got to his bed and I decided to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, I could see a huge bulge forming on his boxers, I fondled it from the outside as we continued to kiss, he started having lots of pre cum forming a wet mark on his boxers and I just couldn't resist, I removed his underwear and there it was, a clean shaven 7 inch cut piece of meat. It wasn't as big as Hassan's but still big nonetheless, gosh these Arab guys sure pack a lot. I sucked on the head of his cock and played with his balls... gosh his salty pre cum made me really horny. As Rashid was removing my underwear, I was now sucking him up to the base of his penis, tongue, spit and all... we was moaning and started saying that I sucked better than his wife (and I was like in my head, what!? I'm now sucking a married dude?!) well a dick is a dick and I am already sucking him, I couldn't care any less if he was married or not, so I continued to suck his cock, he then put his hands on my head and started to be more aggressive as he skull fucked me, I started to gag but he didn't stop, I was spitting all over his cock and tears were forming around my eyes... as I got the chance to breathe, Rashid repositioned ourselves and now I was lying on my back and he was on top of me... he started to caress my pussy and played with my wet pussy lips... he put a finger in ... then two ... and started to finger me real fast... the slickness of my pussy must have given it away and Rashid asked if I had just been fucked to which I replied in a fake shy/slutty manner... "yes" he started to laugh while fingering me and said he would have never expected me to be such a slut (and I think I'll take that as a compliment) he asked if it was my bf who fucked me and I said "no, just a random stranger just like you" Rashid smiled and started to finger me harder... I could hear the wet noise my pussy was making as his fingers went in and out of my hole. Rashid then positioned his cock head on my pussy and I asked if he had a condom, he said no since condoms make him lose his erections... he also said that I've already had a stranger cum in me, so what's the point of asking a condom from another stranger. Which to me made sense, seems like I'm going out all slut mode tonight. Rashid then spit on his cock and rubbed it against my pussy... he slowly entered me and gosh I just like it how his penis stretches my vagina. He was slow fucking me while kissing me, it was so sensual and romantic... I could feel every inch of his penis inside me. We were like that for 10 minutes and Rashid then started to fuck me harder... he started to play with my breasts more aggressively and started to twist my nipples... which brought me over the edge as I started to orgasm and then spasms of my pussy must have clamped on Rashid's cock so hard that it made him cum as well... as I was cumming, so was Rashid and I could tell he was a heavy cummer.. I could feel his dick pulse inside my pussy and as we both came out of our orgasms... Rashid stayed inside my pussy and kissed me again... gosh he is such a romantic guy. He then continued on fucking me... (gosh these Arab guys sure are horny) he then fingered me as he was fucking me... my pussy was sloppy all over from my own pussy juice, Rashid's cum, and from what was left of Hassan's cum. It was so slick and it made me feel amazing... I never thought raw, natural, sloppy fucks could be this good. Rashid then asked me to open my mouth and he started spitting on it. I was surprised but the slut in my just swallowed the spit and even played with it as he continued to spit on me as he fucked me... seems like this guy is a kinky romantic hahaha. After a few more minutes... Rashid's rhythm got faster and I could tell he was about to cum again... and then he grunted and moaned so load and there it was ... a huge cum deposit in my pussy. He then slowly pulled out and I did my best to clamp down on my pussy to savor that cum feeling inside me. Rashid then relaxed himself on the bad as I excused myself to the shower. As I was showering, I could feel his cum dripping and leaking from my pussy. God, that guy must have really loaded me up real good. As I got changed and decided to excuse myself from Rashid. He gave me a price of paper with his number on it, told me to keep in touch he also slipped in $200, I was just about to refuse it and then he said, "just accept it, you're the best fuck I've had for years" I just smiled and kissed him. I left his room and as I closed the door, I just leaned back on his door, smiling and thinking what have I gotten myself into?! 2 strangers, 4 loads in a day, and aside from becoming a total slut, I think I'm now turning into a prostitute... hahaha so much for studying, well at least now I'm learning "hands on" *wink. As I got to the hotel lobby, I saw a familiar face from afar, it was Abdul, the bartender, it seemed like he was on break or something, I just smiled at him and he smiled back... gosh these Arab guys are hot as hell.

You are right backpackguy. I had an ex that loved the slut I am - he used to supervise my gangbangs, pick tops for me, organise to pimp me out to regulars and it made my life so uncomplicated - just take as much cock as I was offered and as much seed as I could get in my holes. I really lose it after I have been fucked well - my mancunt just takes over and enough is never enough.

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.

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…

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

I think that it's a foregone conclusion how most guys on this forum will vote. I can only say in my personal experience, I love watching my very white seed ooze out of a hot Black ass. It shows we exactly where I need to felch....

white top/black bottom

So it's been awhile since this post. I did breed my fuck buddies ass that night. It was the most intense orgasm ever. I had him on his back with his legs on my shoulders so I could look him directly in the eyes when I came. I'm sure I was moaning super loud, and collapsed on him when I was done, pulling out my slippery cock. We've met 4 times since then, and I've given him my load every time. We both really look forward to it. I am so addicted to his ass.

So what about the guys aged 36-42? Are they unattractive in summer but hot during the school year?