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Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

Feeling sick, high fever, headache, sweating...maybe sluttiness has caught up to me? horny af though. Heading to baths

Part 6: Epilogue / Conclusion (One year later…) “I need to be heading out. My client wants me to get there about 6.” “Well, come give us a kiss before you go.” Kirk called back. Calvin tossed his overnight bag down by the front door and walked into the kitchen where his two boyfriends were sitting. It was mid-terms so they had both had to cut back on clients this week so they could study. School, of course, was not something that Calvin had to worry about. He didn’t mind anymore though. Why anyone willingly sit and read a book or listen to some professor go on and on and on? The hotel he had been working at the year before had been happy to let him go without fuss when he told them he was quitting. Probably saved them from having to fire him. His old boss had rented him once though and gave him a good hard fuck. Said he was glad Calvin had finally found a job that fit his skill set. He had never heard from his father, but his mother had sent him a letter a month ago or so. Saying she missed him. Saying she was trying to get his father to relent. Calvin hadn’t replied yet. He kept thinking he should have Evan or Kirk help him write a reply… he just kept forgetting. Even his romantic life had worked out better than he could have ever thought. Evan and Kirk were adamant that they were not a couple before he had moved in. Just friends with benefits. But somehow, when Calvin moved in they had all ended up in a relationship together. Somehow they all complimented each other in a way that just seemed to work. “This booking is an all-nighter in a hotel, isn’t it babe?” Evan asked. “Yep. So don’t wait up!” Calvin winked. “You dirty little slut.” Kirk teased “That’s why you love me.” “True. Well, get going then… but I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get home in the morning. And some of that special sauce you love so much.” Calvin stepped from the taxi he had taken to his appointment. He never drove anymore Just so many things to have to remember and keep track of. Kirk and Evan had been terrified the first — and only — time they had been in the car with him behind the wheel. They were pretty adamant that he should never drive again. He stopped in the lobby restroom to go pee before going up to the hotel room. His client hadn’t mentioned that fetish so he thought it was better to just get it out of the way. The restroom was empty except one other man. One nondescript man. Neither short not tall. Average build. A face that could be young or old or both or neither. Calvin stopped in his tracks. He knew this man. This was the stranger. From the party. Over a year ago. Before everything changed. This was the man who had changed him somehow. Calvin’s memory was not what it had once been. But he remembered the stranger’s name: Seb. Calvin was unable to move. His pulse was racing. His body sweating. A rabbit trying to stay still, desperately hoping the wolf doesn’t see him. But Seb saw. He turned towards Calvin and frowned. “I know you. I never forget a face. Particularly not a mortal I’ve feasted on. And I can see I’ve feasted on you.” He paused. “Ah yes. I remember. You were a little morsel I picked up on the side. The smart boy. Or you were smart back then anyway.” Seb circled Calvin. Stalking. “So what have you been up to, I wonder? I usually watch what happens after I feast but I had bigger fish to catch at the time so I never got around to checking up on you. You don’t mind if I look through your timeline, do you? Of course you don’t.” Seb’s eyes shifted for moment, as if he were looking at something in the distance, before looking back to Calvin. “Well, well, well. What an interesting year you’ve had. You’ve gone from a straight genius virgin with a promising - albeit lonely - future to a (if you forgive me for saying) not-too-bright gay whore. I guess I do good work even when I don’t try. Yay me.” Calvin’s eyes, the only thing he could move, followed the circling stranger. “I could change you back, you know.” Seb mused. “Would you like that? I could even take you back to that very moment. Make this whole year go away. Give you your intelligence back, your family back, your future back. I’ve just been feasting on a silly Mormon boy who thought his god would protect him from ‘evil’… so I’m in a particularly good mood. Say the word and I’ll give your old life back.” The restroom blurred. Or, rather, it seemed like two different rooms were overlapping. The hotel restroom and the toilet where Calvin had met Seb a year before. A choice. Calvin’s heart beat faster. His mind was working. For the first time in over a year, he could think. REALLY think. And, with a word, he could have his old life back. Everything he had once been. But… He had a new life now. He had Evan. And Kirk. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. He was happy in a way that he had never been when he was smart. He could have his old life or his new one. Not both. A choice. “No. Please don’t.” “No? Are you sure?" Seb feigned surprise. “You do understand that there will be pain, and loss, and sorrow in your future either way you go? You won’t always be a young and beautiful creature with men giving you money to savour a bit of your flesh. And the virus in you will progress and take its toll. Your health and looks with fail. So I ask again, a final time: are you sure you don’t want that other life back? Intelligence, money, comfort?” “No. The cost for that old life is too much. It’s not worth even a year with Evan and Kirk.” “Very well then. Keep your new life.” But Seb frowned. There was something that didn’t add up. How did these two young men, selling themselves for cash, suddenly fall in love with his little plaything? It seemed so out of character for them. And then Seb saw it. Both men, Evan and Kirk, bore signs of his touch. His particular handiwork was imminently recognisable. But he had never met either of them. So… how? When? “Ah. Of course.” Seb couldn’t help but laugh. He turned back to Calvin. “You and I have been destined to bump into each other again today. Apparently, I’m in an even better mood right now than I thought. So let me give you a parting gift.” Seb reached out into the timeline. The human concept of cause and effect was so limited. Flawed. He pitied them for their existence inside of time. There. The first meeting between Calvin and his two boyfriends. And their reunion a few weeks later. He knew exactly what changes to make. Where to touch and nudge. Because he had just seen the after-effects of his changes. With his touch, his little edits, they both fell in love with Calvin. Wanted to be with him. Protect him. So the year could proceed as Calvin remembered. And the future as Seb himself could already see. It was, of course, a bit of a violation of the Laws that bound his kind: neither Evan or Kirk had consented nor had they ever been cursed by another mortal. Oh well, never let it be said that a demon can’t do a good deed once in a while. “Now, you truly have been a delicious diversion. Twice. Thank you! But I have real work elsewhere and so I leave you to the life you have chosen.” Calvin blinked. He was back in the hotel restroom. Alone. He could move freely. For just a moment, his old intelligence lingered. Then faded. Gone forever. But he was… content. A year ago his life was structured and controlled by his dad. Then it had gone spinning out of control the day he met Seb. Now? His life may not be perfect, he might not be perfect, his future might not be perfect… but it was his choice. He had, for at least that moment, taken control. Chosen his past and his destiny. He quickly took the pee he had come into the restroom for before heading for the hotel elevator. He had a client waiting. And Evan and Kirk waiting for him at home in the morning. - END -

What's going on here? I think I'm missing something ...

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Also, this is my first story on here. Would love feedback on what worked and didn't. I don't have much experience writing stories. (pic of my body) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hole. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts: Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then, BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

I posted on Craigslist the other day that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for straight dudes. I got hit on a lot, most of which turned out to be obvious gay guys posing as straight. Now, I have nothing against other gay guys, but I get a real thrill by servicing horny straight dudes. After all, that what what my advertisement said I was looking for. After wading through all the Craigslist Flakes, I decided on a guy that said he was in the Air Force and was living just off base at an apartment one block from the main gate at Nellis AF Base in North Las Vegas. His pics were really hot, so I was willing to drive totally across the valley to the AF Base to service this hot soldier. I got to his apt. right on time. He met me in the lobby and I took the elevator up to his floor. It was a spartan studio apartment, but was as clean and tidy as you'd expect a military guy's room. We began to undress and he asked me, "Do you want a quick suck and go? Or do you want to go for awhile? If you want to go for awhile, I've got a shot I can put in my dick that will keep me hard for an hour or two. I can easily cum two or three times if I use it. How much time you got?" "A shot in your dick?" I asked. I'd never heard of that. "Yeah. It's for ED. I don't have ED, but, I love to fuck and fuck for hours so I asked my doctor to give me a prescription. I get four shots a month. I don't want to waste it if you're a quick suck and go, but if you want to suck and fuck for an hour or so, I'll take the shot. It just takes a few minutes to work. Plus, sometimes when I'm fucking a guy, it feels good, but I can't always keep an erection for a long time with a guy. But, with this shot, I have no problem. My dick won't go down even after I cum. Should I take it?" he asked. He was a really good looking young man in his late 20's. Kind of on the short side, but muscular. Had a "rough around the edges" good looks to him. And his soft dick even looked impressive. So, I was game to go for awhile with him. "Sure. Go ahead. Let's fuck and play for awhile," I replied. He went into the bathroom and injected this stuff into his cock. He came out after a few minutes, his semi-hard cock leading the way. Taking a seat facing me, he began to stroke himself a bit. His cock continued to grow and lengthen. So I grabbed my poppers, took a deep hit, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his military cock. It continued to grow and swell in my mouth. Then he stood up and completely undressed, his naked body on full view - except for the white socks he was wearing. I leaned forward and resumed sucking his straight cock, fully engaged with his cock for the next five or six minutes. Then I asked "You wanna fuck me?" "In a minute", he said. "I want to cum in your mouth first. I'll fuck you for the second load," he replied as he again took his seat. I continued to suck his now rock hard cock, and at one point moved to to lick his asshole, but he stopped me saying he'd never had that done and wasn't sure he wanted that., be clearly loved the attention I was giving his cock and smooth, hairless balls. After about six minutes of sucking he shot his first load into my mouth. Kind of bitter tasting, and that taste could have been from the ED meds he had injected into his cock., but still I swallowed his load. Afterwards I took a seat to catch my breath. As I did so, he continued to stroke his still hard cock. "Show me that ass, fag. Show me where my dick is gonna go in your faggoty ass," he ordered. I stripped naked, and knelt on the edge of his small double bed. I'd brought some lube and lubed up my hole for him, then handed the lube up to him to use. As I looked back to hand him the lube, I could see him opening a condom package. "You can fuck me bare, if you want," I told him. "Nah. I use condoms on you fags. Not taking any chances. I'm sure you're a whore like most fags are," he grumbled. I hate condoms, but I wanted his cock in me, so I said nothing. Soon he had rammed up into me in one swift thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and was pumping into me with great force. He was a completely silent top, the only sound was the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. And the occasional grunt that I would let out when he slammed into me extra hard. No wonder this guy was in such good shape and had such a rock hard, washboard stomach. He could really fuck. He didn't seem to tire as he continually rammed up into me. He was using a lot of force and was a brutal fucker. But, I was loving it. It felt great to have this straight soldier using my faggot ass for his pleasure. I kept sniffing my poppers as he assaulted my hole with his dick. After close to 15 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and exclaimed "Shit! The condom broke." He walked away and opened a drawer. "Shit!" he again said, adding "I thought I had more condoms. You got any?" he asked. "No. I didn't bring any," I replied. He shut the drawer and walked back behind me. "Fuck it!" I can't stop now. I got to shoot another load or two. You're clean, right?" he asked. "Yeah," was all I said. He immediately slammed his now raw cock back into me. Fuck! That was what I wanted. I definitely preferred the feel of a raw cock in my ass. I had come to hate the feel of a condom, whereas his raw cock felt awesome. So I was not unhappy when his rock hard cock again began an assault on my ass. This guy could really fuck. It required another 15 or 20 minutes of intense pounding before he finally let out a soft groan as his cock filled my ass with his load. My ass milked as much of his straight sperm into me as I could get. He pulled out and plopped back down onto his chair, sweating up a storm as his chest heaved with excitement. I loved the fuck. And also loved that he had blown his load into me, but still I was glad it was over. My inner thighs couldn't take much more of being in that position. We both sat there for a few moments breathing hard. Finally he got up, walked to the fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water. He handed me one and we both drank them down quickly. As he sat back down, across from me, I could see that his cock was still rock hard. After I caught my breath and had had some more sips of the cold water, I again dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking it and tasting his cum and my ass on his cock. I sucked him for about five minutes, then he stood up and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. As I saw his face contort, I could tell he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Even having cum twice before, he shot a huge load on me. Some went in my mouth. But more went in my eyes, in my hair and all over my goatee. I loved the feel of his hot cum spraying all over my face. I had a handkerchief in my pocket and pulled it out to wipe his cum from my eyes. My face felt sticky. And I loved it. I wiped what cum I could from my face and tasted it. Still bitter tasting, but still I loved tasting his straight sperm. I got up and dressed, thanked him for his loads and headed back home. This morning I woke up to a text from him, asking when I would again be free. He also said I could be his cum receptacle whenever I was up his way. I intend to accommodate his schedule as much as I'm able.

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Sunday is the Pride Parade in NYC and it will be my younger Brother first one. He will see that he is not alone.

Took 10 loads from 8 breeders in the last 24hrs. Happy Pride, indeed

Author's note: First of all, sincere apologies it has taken so long for me to get back to this story. My intentions were there but (as we all know) the road to hell is paved with those. I just haven't had the drive to actually do it so it has been languishing in the back of my head for all these months (even though a substantial portion was already written). Anyway, I've broken the ending into two parts... the chapter below and an epilogue I will post in the AM (after another final proofread). Truth be told, I'm still not 100% happy with it (too much "telling" the story and not enough showing). Feel free to drop me a DM if you liked it (or have any constructive criticism). Part 5: Finding a New Path Calvin yawned as he punched in for work. He felt so tired and achy. Maybe it was just having to get up early for work by 6:30 AM. Or maybe he was coming down with the flu? Whatever. He definitely felt sick… and feeling sick just made everything worse. As if life wasn’t bad enough already. His family had cut him out of their lives. He had tried to call, to apologise to his father, but no one would pick up. Then his mobile phone stopped working. His father must have cancelled the account so he couldn’t even try to call anymore. Without his father paying the bill, he had lost his beautiful apartment. Luckily the landlord had taken pity on him and let him move into a small garden level “efficiency” apartment in another building until he could get back on his feet. It wasn’t nearly as nice but it was a roof over his head. He had, of course, dropped out of university. Even if his father hadn’t cut him off, he simply couldn’t understand the lectures or the reading. It was pointless. He knew he used to be smart. He could remember it. But he just felt so slow now. Thinking was so hard. Sometimes it just made his head hurt. Every plan he had ever made, every expectation for the future, every dream of making a difference in the world… it all felt like a joke now. The only bright spot, if it even was a bright spot, was at least he had finally found a job that lasted for more than a few days. He had been hired by a hotel four weeks ago… but even that had been hell. He had started at the front desk but the computer system was just too fucking complicated. The HR lady was nice, though, and moved him to the restaurant to work as a waiter. That had been a bust too. He kept forgetting the orders. After that, he was sure they were going to fire him. But then he was offered one more job, his current one, and that seemed ok so far. He collected his trash picker and some plastic bags. He always had to start with the trash outside the hotel or his manager would have his ass. Not that the older man wouldn’t have it anyway, of course… that was partly how he had got and kept this job. His boss said he had a beautiful ass every time he fucked him. He didn’t find his boss particularly attractive, maybe if he lost a hundred pounds or something, but the thought of getting fucked made his own dick get hard. It always did now. Autumn was now well under way and he pulled his coat a little tighter around him as he made his way around the building. “Calvin? Is that you?” He turned around and smiled in spite of himself. “Evan!” Calvin’s cock was decidedly hard at the site of the stud. “It’s good to see you.” “You too. Are you working here now then?” “Yeah. Been working here since I dropped out of school. What brings you here this morning?” “Oh… I spent the night with a client here last night.” Calvin felt that Evan was watching him, waiting for a reaction. But he didn’t really understand. “A client? You mean you work for the hotel? I haven’t seen you around… ” “Not exactly.” Evan pulled him into a hug. “I thought you never called because you figured out what I do for a living. Some guys freak out about it.” Calvin was about to ask what Evan meant when the other man stepped back just slightly and looked at him. “Babe, you're burning up. Are you feeling ok?” “Not really to be honest. Just got the flu i think.” “The flu?” Evan’s face dropped. “Oh fuck… this is my fault.” “Your fault? What do you mean… did you give me the flu?” “Not exactly. Listen… we need to talk and I’ve got to tell you something. Why don’t you go in and tell them your too sick to work today? I don’t think you’d be lying.” “I can’t afford to lose my job…” “Trust me, they will know you aren’t faking it. Now go in and tell them, I’ll wait here.” Calvin nodded. It was so easy to just go along when he was told what to do… and the truth was that he really didn’t feel well. Plus Evan was as hot as he remembered. His boss was just arriving when Calvin reached the man’s office. He didn’t, in the end, even need to ask for the time off. His boss took one look and frowned. “You look like shit. Go. Get home and get some rest. We can get by for a day or two. And you had better not have anything contagious, slut.” A few minutes later Calvin was back in his street clothes and back with Evan. The dark haired man put his arm around Calvin, reassuringly, and led him back to the apartment where they had fucked weeks ago. It didn’t take long to reach Evan and Kirk’s apartment. It seemed nicer than Calvin remembered but that was probably just in comparison to where he was living now. Evan helped him undress and insisted Calvin lay in his bed. He brought hot tea and a cool towel which he laid on Calvin’s forehead. “I don’t want to be any trouble…” Calvin protested. “Hush. You’re staying here at least until you are better. So I don't want to hear any argument.” From the first time they met, something had just clicked for Evan. Love at first sight? He didn’t believe in that shit but… who knows? He had thought about Calvin often since they met. He had been genuinely disappointed when he had never called. And seeing him sick this morning, he wanted to take care of him. Protect him. Maybe even love him. Evan had never felt something like this before. It was… scary. At last Evan sighed. “When we met last month, there was something I should have told you.” “What do you mean?” “I kind of thought you knew from the way you were staring at my biohazard tat. But I guess not. I am - Kirk and I both are - HIV positive. Kirk just started meds about a week ago and I’m not on them yet. We both probably had a very high viral load when we all fucked.” Calvin didn’t understand ALL the words but he knew what HIV was. “You gave me AIDS?” “Well, probably not AIDS. But it looks like you're seroconverting… that means your body is trying, and failing, to fight off the infection.” “Is this gonna kill me?” To be honest, Calvin felt like he could die right now. Fever and chills alternately racked his body. “Not if we take care of it.” Calvin was about to say he didn’t have medical insurance but stopped. “… we?” “Yeah, you’re staying here at least until you are better. And I want to get to know you better. Would that be ok?” “Yes… I would like that. I would really, really like that!” “You forgive me, then? Forgive me for infecting you?” “Yeah. Maybe.” Calvin smiled. “But you need to fuck me.” “You horny little slut.” Evan laughed. “You can barely sit up and you still want a cock up your ass?Well, when you are feeling better, I promise I will.” Evan tucked Calvin under the covers and slipped out of the room to let the younger man sleep. He and Kirk were to blame, he told himself, so they needed to take care of him. There was more to it that, he knew, but he felt comfortable with this explanation for now. It was dark when Calvin woke again. He felt even worse. He heard voices arguing. “He’s staying here until he feels better.” Evan sounded a little upset. “End of.” “Fuck, dude, whatever.” Was Kirk’s reply. “He had better not keep you from working though. We have clients lined up all week and rent is coming due.” “I’ve got an idea about that…” He heard Kirk laugh. The blond laughed a lot, Calvin remembered. It was a cute laugh though… and the argument of a moment earlier was clearly forgotten. “And what wickedness is spinning in that head of yours?” “I’m thinking three of us could do even more business…” Calvin didn’t really follow the conversation beyond that. He drifted back to sleep with the distant voices of Evan and Kirk sounding like a sweet lullaby. On the third day, Calvin woke to the smell of eggs and bacon. He still felt miserable… but better. Well enough, in fact, that his rumbling stomach drove him to climb out of the bed. Evan had slept with him each night except for the night before when Kirk had slept snuggled up to him instead, his hard cock pressed into Calvin’s back. It was Kirk who was busy in the kitchen making breakfast. Nude. His pretty butt proudly on display. “How are you feeling?” Kirk turned and asked cheerfully. “Hungry?” “Hungry for something.” Calvin licked his lips as Kirk’s cock swung into view. “Down boy. Lets get some food in your belly first… then we can see about some of my special sauce.” Kirk handed over a plate of eggs and several strips of bacon then stood back, bemused, as Calvin devoured everything on the plate. “So … are you hungry or just really eager for some special sauce?” “Both!” “Evan’s right. You ARE cute as fuck.” Calvin looked around. “Where is Evan?” “He had to work last night. He’ll be home shortly.” Kirk put on a mock-stern expression. “But he made me promise not to talk to you about that until he gets home… so that’s all I’m saying.” Kirk pulled him in for a kiss. Calvin felt the other man’s cock stir against his hip and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to stroke it. In return Kirk’s hand reached around to gently stroke his butt. A soft moan escaped Calvin’s chest. He didn’t resist as Kirk’s hands gently pressed down on his shoulders. Allowing himself to drop to his knees. Kirk’s naked crotch in front of him. He buried his face between the blond’s thighs. Savouring the sweaty, cummy smell. Licking and sucking the ballsack before working his way up to allow the hard cock to slip between his lips and deep into his throat. “Damn, dude. You’re fucking good at that!” Calvin felt a flash of pride. He loved cocks and he loved being good at pleasing them. But at the word ‘fucking’ his ass was suddenly as hungry as his stomach had been before eating. He stood up, leaned against the counter, and offered his ass. Kirk did not have to be asked. He quickly slid his bare cock into the eager boy hole. It was not a long fuck. But it left them both, for the moment at least, very satisfied. Kirk’s cock was just starting to soften and slide out of Calvin’s hole when they heard the front door open. “We’re in the kitchen.” Kirk called out. Calvin tried to stand up but Kirk gently, yet firmly, held him bent over the counter. His finger teasing a drop of cum out of Calvin’s inner recesses as Evan entered the kitchen. “I see you are feeling better then.” Evan chuckled. Kirk’s hand eased up and Calvin was able to stand up. “I’m so sorry… I was just so horny and his cock was so hard…” Evan’s lips closed on his, blocking Calvin’s further protests. “Shhh. It’s ok, babe. Nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, if I weren’t so tired, I would fuck you myself.” “Oh…” A look of pain flashed in Calvin’s eyes. “From what you said the other day, I thought you wanted to date or something…” Evan kissed him again. “That is very possible… I think you are amazing and sweet. But… well… let’s just say I’m not a believer in monogamy.” Calvin was a bit confused… but mostly relieved. “Let’s go into the front room and sit down. I think we should have a little chat now that you are feeling better.” Evan took Calvin’s hand and led him to a chair, stopping only to put a towel down so the cum dripping from his ass didn’t leave a stain. Then he sat on the couch facing him and Kirk sat next to him. “What do you think Kirk and I do?” “Well, you're students. Right?” “Yes. But what do you think we do for work? For money?” “I don’t know… I saw you at the hotel but you said you don’t work there.” “No, I don’t work for the hotel. It’s too hard to have a full time job and keep your grades up. But Kirk and I found a solution a few months back. A way to make money in our spare time… and have fun at the same time.” “I don’t…” Kirk put his hand on Evan’s knee to stop him. “Let me try.” Evan nodded. “Calvin. We’re young, fit, and (as you know so well) hung. We look like the guys a lot of gay men fantasied about when they were younger. So they pay us to have sex with them. We’re ‘escorts’.” It took another moment before the pieces fell into place for Calvin. “You make money by having sex? That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. I would love to do that if I could.” Evan breathed and relaxed. “Really? Because I was thinking you could move in here, with Kirk and me, and work with us.” “You want me to move in with you?” “If you want.” “I… I… would love that. I used to be so smart. But I’m just lost now.” Evan wondered what Calvin meant but decided they could talk about that another time. The poor kid was probably just confused. “You need to get a bit more rest but in a day or two we will go get your things and move you in here. Then you can join me on a couple of jobs to see how it goes. I have a couple clients who really love threeways.” Calvin smiled as, for the first time in weeks, he felt hope. <<To be concluded!>>

Moderator's Note: If you do not want to deal with the red text, there is a copy of this story in the normal color in the first response below. (This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

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PART 9 It was already 15 past 1 and I didn't have the time to wash or rinse my pussy to clean the cum out of me. I ran to the nearest toilet and wiped my pussy the best I can. I just hope that the gynecologist wouldn't notice the cum inside my pussy. I freshened myself up the best I can and got myself to the university clinic with 10 minutes to spare. As I got into the clinic, I spoke with the scheduling assistant and she told me that Dr. Fatima is out but another gynecologist is available (and I thought to myself, how many fuckers are there in this school to warrant 2 gynecologists?), the assistant told me that my doctor will be a guy and asked if I am okay with it. I slightly hesitated (don't know why. Maybe it's because my pussy is filled with cum!) but in the end I said "no problem". The assistant told me that the doctor will be in shortly and I made my way to his room. As I entered the room, I noticed it was a little bit small but very clean. It had a table with 2 chairs in front for patients. And an examination chair a few feet away. It also had a small dressing room where patients I suppose are given the space to undress. I sat on the chair to wait for my doctor. I was nervous as hell, the thought of a guy inspecting my pussy (not that it's my first time) but this one is a doctor. What will he think of me?! After a few minutes my eyes wandered and I saw that he had pictures on his desk. And shit! The doctor was handsome as hell! Pink lips, nice nose, green eyes, well trimmed beard, a short clean hair cut, and a defined jaw to top it off. As I was lost looking at the pictures of my model like doctor, I heard the door open and I was greeted by a smile and a firm handshake by this 6ft tall god of a man. Even if he was wearing a lab coat, I could tell that this guy is sexy as hell. He even looked better in person than his pictures. He sat behind the table and introduced himself. He is Dr. Faris. And he asked me what he could do for me. To which I replied "Uhm, just the regular check up and maybe ... (I paused a little) talk about my options for birth control. He just smiled and said "okay, but first tell me about your sexual history and behavior so that I can do the necessary checks and recommend the right type of birth control for you" I was there quiet and blushing and a little bit in shock to how forward he was. Dr. Faris: I hope you don't mind me asking but it would greatly help me decide the course we can proceed with if you tell me. Me: well... Uhm... I've been more sexually active lately and I just wanted to check my options out. Dr. Faris: all with condom? me: Uhm... no... none at all. Dr. Faris: ah I see. (He kept a serious look and had no judgment at all to my relief) and how often is "more active"? me: Uhm... every day? Or every other day. Safe to say multiple times a week. Dr. Faris: and with only one guy? Me: (I blushed and felt ashamed and slutty at the same time, all these questions have made me realized how much of a slut I've become) Uhm not really... more than 1. Dr. Faris: how many in the past 2 weeks? Me: (I looked up in the air trying to recall how many, I must have looked like a dumb blonde at that moment) Uhm ... 8 (and I giggled softly) I hope you don't judge me. (As I was blushing in embarrassment and at the same time I was fixing my hair and looking flirtatious right into his eyes) Dr. Faris: ah nothing to be ashamed of. Anyway I can see that yes, you should be concerned with pregnancy but what's done is done and we can only know if you're pregnant when you miss you're period. Speaking of which, do you have regular periods? And if yes when are you due? Me: yes, I have regular periods hmm.. if my calculations are right I think I'm due in around two weeks. Dr Faris: okay, you should be aware that you are most fertile 14-19 days before your menstruation (and I thought, oh shit, most f the fucks I've had was in that fertile window) as of now I can recommend you use condoms. If that's not possible well I can give you a prescription for birth control pills. These ones I think are covered by your insurance. Me: oh ok thank you. As I stood up thinking it was over. Dr. Faris told me "Uhm, Jessica right? We're not yet done. You said you wanted a check up too right?" i replied sheepishly and said "oh yeah, I almost forgot" he handed me out this patient's gown and told me that I could change in the dressing room I mentioned earlier. I walked to the dressing room. And I closed the curtains and started undressing... I can't help but feel hot and horny as all that talk of how many guys I have fucked dredged up all the slutty and sexy memories I have. I cupped my breasts and played a little with my clit as I imagined how Prof Ahmed fucked me this morning and how I rode Khalid's big cock yesterday. As I was lost in my playful memories... I was interrupted by the sexy voice of Dr. Faris "are you alright there?" And I replied softly "Uhm, yes, just a minute" as I got back to te business of undressing and changing into the patient's gown. After which I got myself into the inspection chair and Dr. Faris was already beside it, ready to help me get on the chair. As I got myself into the chair, Dr. Faris said "well what we'll be doing is a routine pelvic exam, I'll be examine your pelvic area and your vagina for any conditions that might need medical attention." He got in front of the chair he sat there and wore his gloves and told me to open my legs, the cool air of the A/C hit my pussy and it made me feel hornier as the cold air tingled my pussy. He checked on my well shaven pubic area and pressed every now and then and asked if I felt any pain which I replied "no" he then asked me to open my legs wider as he started to inspect the opening of my vagina. He felt every crevice and wrinkle of it. To which I felt a tingle as his finger brushed up on my clit. But as I looked at him, he looked serious and very professional and it seems I wasn't gonna get fucked this time. He then told me that he was about to put a finger in and I just nodded in recognition. He put a little bit of lube on his finger and his index finger slipped right into me with no problem. He twisted his finger around and I could feel his finger try to feel my insides. Then he looked at me and said "it feels a little bit tender inside, I need to inspect this more thoroughly, I'd have to put in an extra finger if you don't mind?" I just nodded in agreement and a little bit of excitement as well as he pushed his middle finger to join his index finger inside me... he was very thorough to say the least and I felt my pussy get more wet as his fingers made there way inside me. I couldn't help but give out a small moan as he examined my vagina. He then pulled out his fingers and to my embarrassment it was covered by cum. He just looked at me and said "well it seems there is some discharge in your vagina and we need to get these samples tested to see what you have, youre vagina is a little bit sore too so I think we could also prescribe something for that" (I was relieved that he didn't notice it was cum) but I couldn't help myself and stopped him as he was about to write something on his prescription pad. I said "Uhm, that's not discharge, that's actually cum, doc." He just sat there with his back on me for a while I didn't know what he was thinking then but within moments he turned towards me and said "yes, I know, that's why I'm prescribing more" as he turned to me he had completely changed and had now this devilish demeanor, he had the smug smile as he removed his gloves and fingered me with the two fingers that were just in me earlier. I was surprised I thought I was leaving without some fun but now my doctor is fingering me like no tomorrow. He leaned over towards me as he played with my breasts as he unzipped his pants. I then looked over and my eyes were welcomed to the sight of this meaty 7 inch thick cut bronze Arabic cock. He jacked off as he was fingering me... he then spat on my vagina and lapped it up as he was fingering Professor Ahmed's cum out of me. It was a sight to remember. It felt so good as his tongue made its way into me as his his lips tickled and pleasured my pussy... he sucked and slurped like a demon and then he stood up and spat on his cock and my vagina and without any warning he plunged balls deep into me. I gave out a loud moan as he grunted while his 7 inch cock churned my insides. I was sloppy rough sex and we both were loving it as he pummeled and pummeled me. He plunged his cock balls deep and then would pull out right before his tip and then plunge again... he was deep fucking me bare. He then lean closer to me and kissed me. As his hands were on my breasts. He is an amazing fucker. Then as he was kissing me... I heard him grunt and then I felt his cock throb inside me. Dr. Faris was cumming inside me. It seemed to never end as jet after jet of his cum made its way into me. He then removed himself from our kiss and slowly pulled out still sith devilish grin on him. He then said "8 guys in the past 2 weeks eh? Then I'm number 9." I just laughed a little and he then continued saying "you could get pregnant in 2 weeks but most likely it won't be mine, you were most fertile yesterday and the preceding days, drop by again in 2 weeks if you miss your period" that's what he said as he zipped up and as I started to dress up with no shame right in front of him, no more dressing rooms this time. i gave him one small kiss as I left his room and reassured him that I'll be back in 2 weeks whether or not I miss my period.

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Part 5: Action and CUT! - 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 was then surprised when another man came into the room and after making me bend over, scratching my hole bloody, then asking my name, when I asked his he had said, “MY NAME IS THE STEALTH BOMBER.” Before I could process what that meant, the anonymous man grabbed my hips and started power fucking me with the intent to breed as he said, “FUCKING BITCH BOTTOM. I’M TOLD THAT’S ALL YOU’VE BEEN ALL WEEK - A STUPID CUNT LETTING ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO, TO CUM IN YOU. WELL AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED, YOU ARE STILL NEG BECAUSE THOSE MEN HAVE NOTHING ON ME AND MY HIGHLY VENOMOUS CUM. DUMB CUNT YOU’RE MINE NOW. I GOT THE LAST DROPS OF YOUR NEG BLOOD FOR MY TREASURE CHEST. I BET YOU DIDN’T REALIZE A THICK 9-INCH DICK COULD DO SO MUCH DAMAGE TO YOUR ASS? I’VE HAD LOTS OF PRACTICE AND FRANKLY AM QUITE THE EXPERT AT KNOWING JUST HOW TO ANGLE MY DICK INTO YOUR ASS LINING TO MAKE IT TEAR, BLEED, AND GET INFECTED. USUALLY FOR STUPID CUNTS LIKE YOU I ENJOY THE HUNT, THE SET UP, AND MAKING YOU FEEL SAFE, SECURE, AND THAT THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR AND NO RISK. I RELISH THE FEELING OF THAT ASS RING SUDDENLY CLENCHING IN EXTREME FEAR ONCE YOU REALIZE WHAT IS TRULY HAPPENING - THAT I AM GOING TO BREED AND INFECT THAT CUNT. MY MAN ACID WILL BURN YOU - MARK YOU - DISFIGURE YOUR INSIDES. BEG ME TO PULL OUT! BEG ME NOT TO SHOOT MY CUM IN THAT CUNT! BEG ME TO STOP!” All my pleas and begging were ignored and as the stranger filled me with his promised AIDs nutt, the weight of the past week all crashed down on me. I was basically sober for the first time in several days and being bred raw, anonymously, and by a top who bragged about how he was going to infect me made me sort of lose it. “THAT’S RIGHT YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING FAGGOT. MY LOAD IS LIKE OATMEAL AND WILL STICK TO YOUR INSIDES, THEN IT BECOMES A TOTAL INVADER AS MY VIRUS BURROWS LIKE A DRILL INTO YOUR GUT LINING. ONE BY ONE YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM CELLS WILL BE DESTROYED UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT THE DRY, WHISP HUSK OF A SHELL OF WHAT USED TO BE A MAN - WHAT USED TO BE A WORTHLESS CUNT.” The more I shook, pleaded, whimpered, and regretted my decisions, the more he fucked me. The Stealth Bomber then paused, yanked his dick back, laughed like the Joker in a Batman movie and proclaimed, “YES! THAT CUNT IS GOOD AND BLOODY AND SUCKING ALL OF MY VIRUS RIGHT UP. FLIP OVER AND PULL THEM ANKLES BACK - WAIT TUCK THAT DICK AND KEEP YOUR THIGHS TOGETHER.ALL I WANT TO SEE IS THE PUFFY PINK CUNT I’M INFECTING SO MY PANTS ZIPPER CAN SCRAPE THE REST OF THE TOP LAYERS OF SKIN RIGHT OFF!. GOOD. GOOD. I’M SCRAPING YOUR ASS ALL UP, READY TO INFECT YOU AGAIN. FEEL MY OATMEAL CUM FILL YOU UP? STICKING TO YOUR GUT WALLS? GLAD I SAVED MY LOAD UP ALL WEEK JUST TO POZ THAT ASS!” The Stealth Bomber finished his business. My ass burned both from his nails and his load. He opened the door, said something to my guard, then came back in. I was not sure what to do so I sat up on the edge of the bed and waited. Shadow man came in, “See? I can tell from your face man you enjoyed that ass. Told you I had found a good one and broke him just like you said you needed.” The Stealth Bomber replied, “Well my flight for Germany leaves tomorrow morning. I’ve got some fresh refugees being offered by one of my contacts there, so let me think on it a bit. True, that cunt is good and I already have a buyer. A businessman in Johannesburg, South Africa. Rich as fuck and has what we shall call ‘exotic’ sexual tastes. He also has a dick that would make you look small my friend and while there are of course white cunts to be had there, he likes the all-American brand. Also of course, he needs someone that cannot be traced and someone he can use as he wishes - willing or not - with no worry for possible legal repercussions. A true lost boy. You can confirm that he has been erased?” Shadow man grunted in disgust, “Fuck man. You know me. I handle my business. Yeah, whole set up. Police reports filed, warrants issued, sightings called in from Jersey to Detroit. I may not traffic the volume you do and shit, but I know what the fuck I’m doing.” The Stealth Bomber just chuckled and dryly replied, “I’m sure. I can have his passport and visa delivered to you first thing in the morning. It’s a private flight out Teterboro and he will be one of several pieces of cargo on board for the first leg of the journey - that is unless you can make me a better offer?” Shadow man exhaled whatever he was smoking, walked over and leaned against me, pressed my head hard against his thighs with his right hand while he unzipped his pants with his left. The overwhelming scent of his raw dick rushed out, and I instinctively did my best blind man impression, felt my way up, reached in, fished his dick out and eagerly began sucking him as he continued this business meeting. “What do you mean about a better offer?” shadow man asked, “I do like this one. As you can see - we’ve sort of bonded and that pink pussy took everything I threw at it this week.” The Stealth Bomber’s tone was all business, “Well a deal is not always a deal. I have another offer on the table. A silent partner so to speak who wants the benefit of some ‘lost’ talent, without getting his hands dirty or directly engaging. Of course I thought of you. He has certain business interests and wants to leverage them to satisfy a section of the dark web economy and needs a fuck hole bottom who can be used for ‘anything goes’, extreme, hardcore, or taboo porn - all sold at a premium price in limited edition sets, delivered directly to the customer in multiple formats, but never on the web where it can be hacked, traced, stolen, or copied. It’s amazing that with all the paid for and free porn all over the internet there are still some huge gaps in the offerings.” Shadow man was clearly interested as his dick swelled, drooled across my tongue, and he pushed my head down a little further enjoying the sounds of my gagging. “Tell me more,” he said. The Stealth Bomber went on, “For example. Try to find a good video of raw, black dick fucking white ass through a gloryhole no-holds-barred? There’s honestly not much on the market and what exists is clearly actors, or vintage, or just not that exciting. BBC tag team sessions on an ass are all pretty boy types or guys who might have big dicks, but once they open their mouth these ‘supposed tops’ sound like women. What about the street dude who just needs a hole to bang and breed? Not out there in the marketplace. On the chemical side there are a few sites with quick shots of someone self injecting etc… but then what? Intense, realistic stealth videos is another category from both the top and bottom’s perspective. There are also few, truly big dicked tops fucking on film. Most porn films add a couple inches so some of those “stars” who say they got 11, when in reality it is more like 9. Do the ruler/yard stick test on film as fucking proof. Document the before and after of an ass cunt being used by a TRUE big dick. The next level to that is the real men with true freak of nature sized dicks fucking ass. Those dudes that can only get ass when they rape it because no one can, or will willingly take them. From there the extreme list goes on from K9, to homeless, to real rape fuck.” Shadow man’s breath was quickening as was the thrusting of his hips as he listened to all this and pictured in his mind all the filthy shit. He asked, “How extreme? Choke out? Gang rape? Bloody hole?” The Stealth Bomber must have nodded as shadow man exclaimed, “DAMN YO! I GOT ALL THAT - FUCK THIS FAG PUSSY DONE MOST OF THAT THIS JUST WEEK ON MY WATCH AND MY DIME. WEEK FUCKING #1! THAT ASS IS FUCKING THIRSTY FOR ROUGH, RAW DICK ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S SPUN OUT. WHAT TYPE OF CASH WE TALKING?” Shadow man was holding my head in a firm grip now as the Stealth Bomber shared some numbers and other points of the potential deal. He let go of my head and stepped off, “No, no, no, that silky tongue ain’t getting this nutt. It’s going right up in that hoe bitch hole.” He then lit up a new smoke and asked, “Man what about the hood. You know I don’t let the traffic see my face. Fuck, some of the homies and shit don’t care, but I’m careful, right? That’s why we do business?” The Stealth Bomber laughed, “My client is not paying to see someone’s face and as far as I am concerned, he can be the new Man in the Iron Mask.” When the only response was a, “huh?” he continued, “Let’s just say you can leave the hood on him 24/7 if you want to and it could actually be a marketing point, another level of the extreme that these videos could be known for. However, the buyers would have to have some assurance this was the same person you understand. So maybe a very unique or specific tattoo, or even body modification. I leave that to you - the potential owner of this ‘property’ - if we come terms to figure out the final solution. You are a smart man and I know you can find a solution to that issue that will satisfy all involved. I would however note, just for general hygienic purposes, that you either find a place, time, or someone with whom the hood might be removed on a regular basis or have someone that can check and confirm it is not causing any unforeseen problems. It would be unfortunate to begin this little venture only to have the main asset not be able to generate the products needed. Finally, people can tell when you try to use a different face to the body. While some of the videos do not require head/face shots, even just in passing having to worry about that sort of editing would increase costs and cut into your profits.” “Fuck that,” shadow man said as he jammed his dick back down my throat. “I’ll figure it out and will call you back within a couple of hours.” The Stealth Bomber left, shadow man grabbed my arm and made me stand up. He spun me around and crossed my arms behind my back and gripped my wrists hard. He reared back and pierced my hole with his needy dick, “YOU HEAR THAT HOE? YOU’RE GOING TO BE STAYING RIGHT HERE TO BE MY FUCKING CASH COW. BE THE FUCKING HOE BITCH THAT I KNOW YOU ARE. HAVE TO TELL YOU THOUGH, THE FUCKER SCARES EVEN ME. HE’S ONE OF THE BIGGEST HUMAN TRAFFICKERS ON THE EAST COAST. LAWYER OR SOME SHIT I GUESS AND TOTAL FREAK! DON’T MATTER NOW. YOU’LL BE MINE. RUNNING HOES IS TOO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA, BUT THIS - THIS IS REALLY LIKE SLINGING THE DOPE EXCEPT THE DOPE IS YOUR WHITE ASS. THAT CASH PUSSY MAKING MY DICK BRICK!” Shadow man was focused on blowing his nutt up my ass and had my arms pulled behind my back in a big X and almost out of my sockets he was so excited, but I kept asking questions about where I would live, what it all meant, what sort of videos, when I could take the hood off, could I have more drugs, and more. My arms were released, I got a couple good whacks to the side of the head as shadow man snarled, “FUCK YOU TALK TOO DAMN MUCH. TIME TO SHOOT YOU UP AND MAKE YOU A SLOPPY HOE AGAIN WITH A LIL SHIT TALKING, NECK GRABBING, SLOW STROKING, AND DEEP DIGGING. OH DAMN WAIT - I GOT A BETTER WAY TO KILL SOME BRAIN CELLS. TIME TO GET ANOTHER HOMIE BACK UP HERE AND DO A LITTLE SAMPLE SHOT FOR THE MAN!” There was a pause, shadow man dialed someone on his cell, “YO STRANGLER - WHAT UP MAN? REMEMBER THAT HOE I HAD THIS PAST WEEK THAT YOU CAME THROUGH AND USED AND ABUSED? YOU LIKED THAT PINK PUSSY RIGHT? WELL PLANS CHANGED. LONG TERM RESIDENCY IS HAPPENING WITH A BUSINESS PROPS AND I GOT SOME BENJAMINS IF YOU WILL LET ME TAPE YOU DOING YOUR THING BUT 100% REAL - FAG WILL BE SOBER AS SHIT, NIGHT VISION SHIT. THIEF BREAKS IN INTO HOTEL ROOM, THEN TOTAL TIED UP AND BOUND AND RAPE SHIT LIKE YOU LIKE. YOU HAVE YOUR MASK AND GLOVES ON YOU KNOW SO YOU CAN’T BE ID’ED AND ALL THAT.” A short while later was the first time the leather hood had been off my head in days. It felt strange and unnerving somehow. I was sober, scared, and shaking. I needed some drugs. The room was dark as sin. Shadow man and his camera were set up behind a ‘blind’ of some sort in the corner. While I could see a faint, blue glow near the top and could smell the pipe smoke and hear the whispers and flicks of the lighters, I could not see who was back there. I knew better than to try to look. I had a part to play. I curled on the bed in a fetal position, hugging a pillow to my stomach, facing where the camera was with my back to the door. SNICK - the quiet shift of the hotel room door, then an almost imperceptible stream of light that came and went as the door closed. The loud CLICK of a lighter as the thief/intruder cautiously made his was into the room. He stopped. My heart beat loudly in my ears. CLICK - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - I could hear his lighter and the inhale of breath as whatever he smoked in his pipe took the fire. READY! - the dark presence was close now. My skin dimpled with goosebumps. SET! - the intruder’s breath was hot on my skin as two gloved hands closed around my neck. ACTION! (*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!) (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/)

CHAPTER 17: Chris: I wake up the next morning and quickly realize my arm, along with most of my body, is wrapped around Tyler. Pressing my nose into his neck I inhale a lung full of the scent of his body. For a few minutes I savor the sensations as my brain slowly wakes itself up. I can feel his feet touching mine, his legs, his ass against my cock and my stomach firmly pressed against his back. I kiss his neck. He doesn’t flinch. “Someone got used pretty hard yesterday”, I softly mumble. I know Jake jackhammer fucked him and gave him two loads, and he took two other loads from me. I pull back, the sensation in my hard dick is pressing against the lower part of Ty’s back. I pull backward and I feel the hairs on my stomach rightly complain from the combined stickiness of lube and precum probably from both of us. With a slight wince, and a tug, I pull backward enough to free my body from his. I reach down to feel Ty’s hole. Its puffy and wet. Feeling that, my cock is more awake than I am right now. Reaching down to my cock the tip is dripping wet. I know Ty is sleeping but he’s about to take another load of his big brother’s poz sperm. I look down at his body, touching him, touching his hair, feeling him. A delicious grin covers my face. I think, “I want him to test positive”. Part of me feels dirty thinking this, but at the same time I feel closer, and more like a big brother to him, than ever. Right now I have to power to pump a load of cum into my baby brother’s ass that will change his life, and the best part is, we both want me to do it. Bug chasing for me was a natural evolution of bareback sex with hot guys I met and wanted to get naked with, but I’m not sure how Ty got into it. I want us to have that conversation when he’s poz. Then it dawns on me, “Jeremy!”, and I realize his ex must have somehow turned him on to the bug. I suddenly feel a little guilty, “Am I any better than that guy?”. I rub my fingers through Ty’s hair I quickly put any thoughts of backing out, out of my head, and focus on his body. I turn away from him just enough to grab some lube from the nightstand and get a bit of it on my raging cock. I set the lube down and again press my stomach against him. This time I push my dick into the crack of his ass where it glides against his skin easily. My phone buzzes, probably a text, I ignore it. Right now nothing will keep my horny cock from filling the Ty’s ass with an infected load. I use my hand to guide my cock to Ty’s hole and press against his body. Applying slow, even pressure the tip disappears into his ass almost effortlessly. I can still feel some of the cum trapped inside him. Looking at his back and body I mouth the word, “POZ”, its the only thing I can think of as I work my dick into him. I drive my cock deep inside, going as slowly as I can, the bright pink head pushing his hole apart, digging its way in. Pressing more firmly my dick continues its invasion and its not long before my balls are pressing firmly against his ass. Ty is still asleep and hasn’t moved but now he’s got nearly 8” of poz dick attached to him. I press myself more closely, running my tongue over the back of his neck. I rub his dark brown hair again and again, moving my mouth close to his ear. “I want you poz, Ty”, I whisper to him, more for my own pleasure than expecting him to hear me. I pull my cock back slightly and work it in again. “I want you poz, Ty”, this time I grunt as I say it, feeling dirty. I know he’s asleep but I say it over and over again kissing him each time as I do, using his body to help get myself off. I keep pushing my dick into my little brother when finally he turns his head slightly. He realizes I’m using his ass and I get a groggy, “fuck yea” out of him as he moves his left arm to my ass and I feel him trying to pull me in deeper. "Ohhh fuck!", I hear Ty’s soft voice, rolling his head around as I enter him again all at once as if to drive home the point that we’re having sex. "Awwww, fuck yeah...", I moan, slowly beginning to thrust myself in and out of his trembling body. “You want this Ty? … You want big brother’s bare, poz dick?”, he moans, “Yes”, “That what you wanted with Jeremy? Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it babe?”, I ask bluntly, working my dick into him. "Ohhh god... oh god, oh god!", Ty gasps, almost wailing … I can feel his skin getting hot, “Think I nailed it on the head”, I respond. I’m pretty sure Ty can feel my dick throbbing and I want more than anything to just spill another load him. This feels so good though, I want it to last. "Faster, Daddy", comes Ty’s response to; its an almost demanding tone. I love staring at his body and the nape of his neck while I fuck him, smiling and grunting, as I push harder into his ass, "You must really want this poz dick baby". "Yes daddy! Harder! Do it.", in what is the loudest, most demanding thing to come out of his mouth yet. My ego can hardly take it and a broad smile covers my face. Breeding my little brother Tyler is getting me hotter than ever and I can feel my pits sweating as I labor over him, "Yeahhhh… you’ll get it, don’t worry … I'm gonna breed you like the dirty faggot you are". My raging boner is stabbing at his insides, expanding his hole and piercing into the deepest parts of his anus, "Yeahhh, Daddy! Fucking do it!" It’s so hot hearing him beg me for it. "I'm gonna fuck you like a cheap whore, ... you’re gonna be another HIV-positive bottom, Ty", I grunt, smiling as his hands rub my hairy thighs, "You and your dirty cunt", slamming my dick in to emphasize the point. “Ohhhhh fuck Daddy… fuck … ohhhhh fuck!”, "Shut up," I tell him, "No one else is here, its just me, you and my poz dick". I slap his ass a few times and a bright red handprint appears. "UHN!" Ty moans, almost as if it hurts. I keep fucking him, faster now, pumping in and out of him -- drilling him hard. My hips slapping into Ty's ass and my legs almost entirely surrounding his, keeping him right where I want him. My waist bucks up and down, thrusting me deeper and deeper inside his boy hole. With each passing second, I’m growing closer and closer to fucking another load of unmedicated HIV+ cum into my littler brother. Part of me feels conflicted about all of this, the angel on my shoulder feels shame, but the devil on my other shoulder is turned on as fuck and beating off. My hips bang his body repetitively with my hairy groin, deep dicking him good. I’m going at it, lost, throwing caution to the wind as I pull on his body and shove my bare dick into him, over and over. Right now I don't care about Ty's well being … I just need to breed him. All I care about is getting off in Ty’s neg ass. I’m mating with my dirty fag brother like he’s my bitch in heat. I’m intent on making sure the next time he tests, he gets two lines. My bedroom is filled with the smells of man sex and the sound of testosterone-filled fucking, mixed with horny grunts and deep moans of power. I can feel Ty quiver a bit each time my hairy mess of pubes tickles his crack – its almost like he’s turned on, but a bit scared. My large, hairy balls are banging against his sensitive hole, and I can feel his ass clench a bit around my dick each time they do. They’re pulling up tight, getting in position ready to fire out another load, ready to impregnate this horny little bitch. I grip tighter onto Ty's arms, there’s a bit of sweat in the light dusting of his hair, unlike my nuts which are almost entirely bathed in sweat now. When I decided to bug chase I knew I’d want to share it. It gives me a bit of pride and stokes my horniness knowing that my own brother is the first guy to receive the poison from my dick. I’m fucking him like an animal, and my full, heavy balls are proof of that. "Uhhhnnnn... Daddy! Fuck! Breed me ...", he’s moaning, barely able to get it all out, but he knows just the words my dick wants to hear. I’m sweating, mouth wide open and the drool beginning to run down my lips. I love the feeling of his ass tightly wrapped around me. Having mostly bottomed I’m enjoying being rough and primitive with some twinky ass, even my own brother’s, and now I’m finally getting a chance to play things out as a Top. "I'll breed you right, baby," I grunt, some of the saliva dripping on Ty’s back, "And I'll fuck your hole up good". I never called Ty “baby” before but I like the sound of it, part of me wonders, “Could Ty and I have a thing like Cody and his Dad?” I’m pulled back from my moment by his voice, "Do it, daddy. Fill me …", then out of nowhere, loudly, “FUCKING BREED ME!”. I’m pulling hard on his arms. It feels like they might be ripped away from him at any moment, but he doesn’t seem to care. Ty is letting me have my way with his body, feeling his neck, his back, his groin again and again, pound after pound, my body crashing into his. "Fuck! Ughhh! Fucking take that cock boy!", I yell back, the veins in my biceps popping as I keep hold of his arms. He’s spasming a bit, and each time, his hole squeezes down a bit on my cock, “…you want my poz cum, you’re gonna get my poz cum”. Ty’s hand flows over my body, feeling me, “I’m gonna fucking fill you up with my salty, poz spunk, Ty”. I continue our sex, fucking him wildly, slapping my crotch against him, as though I’m sex-starved. I can feel my orgasm coming, the semen is welling up in my balls. I grunt and huff at the air coming off his twinky body, both of us barely able to speak more than a grunt. Then, finally, I feel it. My balls jerk against his skin and my whole body tenses, my dick stiffens, rigid and losing it’s deadly payload. "Awwww fuckkk... FUCKKKKKKKK!! I'm cumming! CUMMMING!", between heavy breathes. Ty moans like a schoolgirl, "Yeah daddy! Yeah!" In the span of these seconds a huge wad of toxic sperm lurches from my nutsac and shoots out the end of my fat penis, all while buried deep inside of Ty's hiv-negative hole. I groan in pleasure, driving my dick hard against Ty and dumping a hot load of cum all over his insides. I stay like that humping his waist over and over, my seed spilling into my little brother’s hot anus that’s locked around my dick. My dick shakes as more and more my sperm explodes out of the tip, “Want you poz Ty … fucking want you poz”, I groan. I wrap my arms around Tyler's waist, pressing my torso hard against his back. My sweaty chest and erect nipples digging into his backside. I slow hump him, gripping him tight and push, trying to get deeper and deeper into his throbbing hole. My eyes close as the feeling takes over my entire body. Spurts of cum escaping my cock head, my boner still pointing upwards inside his body. Then, I rub his pubes, reaching down to the his erect cock. I want to suck him off, but I’m spent, he’ll have to settle for my hand at this moment. My phone buzzes one more time with a text, “FUCK”, I groan under my breathe. I won’t be pulled away from what’s important to me.

CHAPTER 16: Chris: I never realized how intense making out with my own brother could be. I never even thought about it once, honestly. Hmmmm… ok, maybe, once. Ty, who is momentarily wrapped up in all that’s going on while kissing me, is almost entirely ignoring Jake. But I can feel Jake move and it feels like he’s going to go for round two on Ty’s neg hole. I love that Jake is such a perv when it comes to sharing poz loads with neg guys, and I’m glad he’s here now to help knock up my little brother. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh…. “, Tyler groans breaking our kiss. The feeling of Jake’s cock re-entering his body makes itself obvious, “Fuck yeah…. “, I moan, “Give it to him … breed that hole”. Jake looks at me, giving me a dirty grin, and then slides in, deep dicking our little pledge. "Oh fuck, yeah man, … fuck! Want … another … load", I hear Ty almost mumbling. “Cumslut”, pops out of my mouth before I can stop myself, but I not sure either of them actually hear me say it. Ty’s cunt is again stretching to take Jake’s bare cock. "You want another poz load in that tight pussy? You gotta cunt that needs to be knocked up? That what you need?", Jake asks him, rhetorically. When Jake fucks me he’s not so verbal, it turning me on watching and hearing him treat Ty like a cum dump. "Yes… fuck yes! Fill my cunt with poz dick. Do it .. Fucking drill me hard", Ty’s voice very clear this time. "I’m in the mood for a rough fuck, not sure how long I’ll last this round", Jake tells him. Jake pulls back and then slides all eight inches of his meat back into Ty's ass. He’s grinning at me as we both watch my brother's thin frame devour every last fucking inch of poz dick. The same poz dick that, I’m pretty sure, infected me. “Yeah … “, I moan, “Fucking give it to him like you did me”, I say out loud. Ty gasps and is breathless for a minute. “Hope you love that poz dick as much as I do baby brother”, I tell him, but Jake forces his cock down into Ty more quickly than before and it takes his breath away. “Ahhhhh…. Owwww…. Ohhhh… Oh fuck … wow”, I know Jake's hard cock is pushing aside Ty’s insides as it invades his cummy-filled bowels. There is always a dull ache when Jake fucks me – its so hot to be able to watch someone else take his cock. Then, without pause, Jake withdraws his long dick until only the head remains. He glares down at Tyler. Ty’s face begins to sweat and he’s panting. I know how that withdrawal can leave you feeling empty as it pulls at your ass lips in a way that makes you crazy with lust; all you want is that poz dick back in again. Jake massages Ty's ass cheeks. “Fuck yea… fucking squeeze my cock head babe, twitch that hole and milk my dick for cum”, say Jake. Ty is grunting at his words, then Jake adds, “You’re definitely gonna get it”. Jake looks at me and winks as he’s lording over Ty’s hole. Then suddenly Jake dips back in and picks up the pace once more. Ty is grunting with each thrust and tries his best to push back against Jake's dick. Jake moans, "Oh fuck, babe, oh fuck. Your cunt is literally trying to milk a poz load right out of me". Jake slows down a little and starts taking long, determined, slow thrusts. Each time he reinserts his dick, he moves a bit. It looks like all of the different angles are causing new sensations for both of them. I grab my camera and move behind Jake to record Ty’s breeding. I think this is the hardest I’ve ever seen Jake’s cock, and I know Ty's neg chute is driving him wild. Jake's hands are still on Ty’s hips, pulling his ass back onto his dick as hard as he’s thrusting forward. "FUCK! You're so goddamn tight! He’s tighter than you", Jake says, obviously speaking about me, but his words aimed at the both of us. Jake moves up and collapses on top of Ty, pummeling his ass. I move with him to continue recording – I think, “We will definitely beat off to this later”. All of Jake's body is now covering my little brother, and Jake starts humping Ty harder. His ass rising and falling with the brutal, short, quick thrusts. Ty’s eyes are closed, but if he could see my face he’d know I’m as caught up in lust watching him take poz cock as taking it myself. I move the camera up and around to catch their love making. Jake is moving his face to Ty's shoulder and he bites down on him while they fuck. Ty gasps and turns his head toward Jake. Jake moves in to kiss him, but it turns into more of sloppy, animalistic kiss than a romantic one. As the hot stud who knocked me up, pounds my brother, they just pant into each other’s mouth … sharing saliva. "I'm gonna cum … gonna shoot", I hear Ty. I move so that I can I record him getting off while being bred. "Yeah," Jake says, "You like poz dick in that pussy, huh? Gonna shoot your load while you’re being fucked and bred?" Ty is sweating and he doesn't need this much encouragement. His dick, rubbing against Jake’s abs, and suddenly he spews another load. As he does, he bucks up a little so that he can drive his cock harder against Jake’s body. Jake pushes in deep when Ty lifts his ass, and I know the added sensations are bringing Jake closer to his orgasm. He raises his body and grabs on to Ty's ass and drills him. Ty's ass tightens and convulses. I can see Ty’s sticky cum blasting out in between their bodies and rolling down the side of his stomach. His abs are covered in cum and all I can think about is how much I want to slurp that neg load up right now. "Fuck! Fuck! Your cunt lips are making me crazy", Jake moans, "Your quivering hole is fucking amazing". Jake pumps into Ty a few more times, then Jake uses his hands on Ty’s hips to grab on tight. "Here comes my load! Gonna dump another unmedicated load in you!", I hear Jake in his most direct voice yet, "My poz nut is going to be swimming in you all night". I move back behind Tyler so I can record Jake’s cock as it dumps its venom in my little bro. “Ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh”, Jake groans and it happens. I know his cock is swelling and with each pulse of cum, he plunges deeper and deeper into Ty’s ass. The way Jake is pulling back and hugging Ty, it almost looks like he’s trying to climb inside of him. After his orgasm finishes, Jake rolls off of my brother. A sticky, cum covered cock slides out of Ty's ass and starts to shrink from all the abuse. I get a shot of Ty’s wrecked ass. Jake lies down beside Ty, both of them sweaty and panting. Ty looks over at Jake, and Jake flashes him a quick smile as they catch their breath. I decide to get one more shot of the damage, and Ty’s cum covered stomach, before putting the camera away. I look at them both. My bedroom smells like guys, sweat, cum and sex and Jake's body is covered in sweat; his hair, damp and messy. Right now I’m so turned on I just want to bury my face in his body and lick him clean.

Part 4: Unexpected Visit Calvin groaned as his eyes reluctantly opened and looked at the alarm clock. 7AM. Who in the fuck was knocking on his door at 7AM? No. Not knocking. Pounding. He disentangled himself from Tommy’s arms. They had bumped into each other in the hall while Tommy was visiting his sister. Calvin had practically dragged Tommy to his apartment. Not that Tommy was reluctant… he had fucked Calvin for half the night. He had commented about how Calvin’s ass wasn’t quite as tight any more. But that probably was to be expected. In the week since Kirk had shown him the hookup sites, he had hooked up with at least 2 to 3 guys a day. Some had been college students or other guys his age but others had been older. He was sure one guy was iat least well into his 50’s … but he hadn’t thought to ask. He was distracted by the big cock the guy was packing. Calvin slipped on some underwear and rushed to the door. “I’m coming. Fuck. Hold your horses.” He yelled. He opened the door and his father pushed past him into the apartment. Calvin was so startled he didn’t even shut the door. Richard Watts, as always, radiated control. Calvin had always been in awe of his father for that. The way his father could walk into any situation and just assert himself and others would defer to him. “I hope that is not the same mouth you eat with.” His father scowled as his eyes surveyed the apartment. “Is that kind of language that you are learning now that you are away from home? From what the dean is telling me, you haven’t been to classes in a week… so you certainly aren’t learning anything there.” For a moment, Calvin said nothing. He felt old emotions raising up: Shame and fear. Shame that he had failed his father and afraid that his father would discover Tommy laying in his bed. He started to stammer out an apology. But then… … something snapped. Shame and fear gave way… to anger. “Fuck you.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. “I beg your pardon? What did you say to me?” Calvin took a deep breath. When he continued, his voice was calm. “I said: Fuck you. Fuck you and your attitude. I’ve put up with your bullshit for my entire life. Well, I don’t live under your roof no more so I’m not gonna put up with it now. Its 7 fucking o’clock in the god damn morning and you are pounding on my door like a lunatic.” “How dare you speak to me that way? I am your father and I here because I’m worried about you. And I’m paying for this apartment… so, yes, you are still living under my roof. And, since we have established that, you can tell me why haven’t you been going to your classes?” “I’m not going because I don’t feel like it, ok? I can’t understand what they are talking about and it just makes me feel stupid.” The sound of someone clearing their throat made them both turn to the bedroom doorway. Tommy was slipping his jeans on as he walked into the room. “I… um… guess I should be going. That was fun last night… but your alarm clock is hell.” He gave Calvin a pat on the ass as he walked by and muttered something about ‘drama’. Richard’s eyes were wide. He watched the slim young man leave the apartment before turning slowly back to his son. “Tell me that wasn’t what it looked like.” “What did it look like?” Calvin tried to laugh… but it caught in his throat. If his father’s anger was red hot before, it was cold as ice now. “Tell me that my son is not a god-forsaken faggot.” “I’m gay if that’s what you mean.” “Then you are dead to me.” His father’s face was hard as steel and there was no emotion in his voice. “You are dead to me and I never want to see you again as long as I live. And you will never get another cent from me.” Richard Watts turned and walked out, brushing past the neighbours who had come out of their own apartments to see what all the noise was about. Calvin’s own anger, which had seemed so righteous moments before, was nothing but ash now. He sank to the floor. What had he done? Why had he said any of that to his father? He hadn’t thought it through. Just reacted. A tear slid down his cheek. He was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. And definitely not in a good way.

Hey I have lurked on these forums for awhile thought I would post for the first time. Has any one else ran into a aggressive top who didn't stop when you told him to. I recently ran into my first after I posted an ad looking to be used on cl. I got more then I bargained for and ended up bent over a couch getting pounded by to hard. when I told him to stop be told me to shut up and take it. I was scared at the time, but I jerk off to it now.

Bend Over For Daddy – The precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor I could smell it. DAMN! The whole weekend had been one frustration after another and now here I was being teased by a dripping dick knowing I would not get to feel it blast inside me as his ad had said ‘safe only’. Ever have one of those weekend when things just don’t work out? Friday night it seemed like all of my regular breeding buddies wanted to seed me, but my ass just would not cooperate. Then Saturday, my ass was in spectacular form and hungry for dick, but there was barely one to be found. The one BBC I did find was too drunk to stay really hard and even though I did get his load and he seemed happy, I was not, and crashed still horny and frustrated, which led to a fitful night’s rest. I gave up trying to sleep, rolled out of bed about 4:30 a.m., and signed online just to kill some time and maybe find something interesting enough to jack off to and that’s when I saw his ad, “TOP FOR THE CREEP-N-ROLL – big dick in Anacostia need ass. Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only.” The picture with the ad was dark, but it looked like a true 10-incher, so what the fuck. I emailed him, told him I was looking to get barebacked, his reply was, “Creep through, get my 10-inches, then bounce. Safe only – text me for address. My name’s DADDY.” DAMN! I was so horned for a good fucking I would take it covered if I had to so I texted him, got his address, signed into Uber, chose a black car for the ride, and hustled down stairs. When the driver got there and I told him where I was going, he hesitated, said it was a bad part of town, and asked if it was OK if he rang a friend of his, an UberX driver who lived over there to take me on his way home. I was sort of pissed, but said sure whatever and 5 minutes later a gray Toyota with windows tinted so dark I was surprised the driver could see, pulls up, I switch cars, text the guy I am on my way and off we go. At that time of the morning, especially on a Sunday, the streets were pretty deserted so it took us no time to get to Anacostia. The driver was polite and I could tell he was curious why I was heading there, but he did not out right ask, and just nodded when I said I needed to see a buddy. He pulled up in front of the address I gave him, a pale green house at the end of the block that had seen better days and offered to wait to make sure it was the right place and that my ‘buddy’ was home. He seemed to put a weird emphasis on the word ‘buddy’, maybe he thought I was buying drugs, but I didn’t care, so I hopped out, walked up the broken walkway, there was no doorbell so I knocked, and waited. I turned and saw my driver had the passenger side window down and was watching me, so I knocked again, waited, and was about ready to go back to the car when I heard footsteps, the chain rattle, two deadbolts unlock, and then the door creaked open. The black guy who opened the door was a little taller than me, his hair was a series of small braids pulled back that hung almost to his shoulders, each one ending in three metal balls. He had a trimmed, thin mustache and a goatee about three inches long, a few faint tattoos on his arms, and a fat, long dick – he was totally fucking naked! He brushed past me, threw what was left of the cigarette he was smoking out onto the lawn, did a two finger wave at the UberX driver and yelled, “Hey slim!”, stepped back into the house and just stood there. “Ummm… Daddy?” I asked as I took a few steps in while he closed and bolted the door behind me. The house was dark and he did not reply, but just turned and walked into the living room, plopped down on an old orange couch that had a dark green sheet draped across the back, picked up a pack of Newport 100s, lit a fresh cigarette, lifted his left leg up onto the ottoman in front of him, leaned forward a little and spit into his right hand, then began stroking his big dick. I stood in the entry way a minute, debating what to do, if I should stay or go, but hell, even if he was a bit strange, he had a hell of a dick and I needed to get my ass worked. Daddy did not look at me as I walked over towards the couch, he was too engrossed in the porn playing on the TV, a couple HUGE assed women going at it with each other. I was eager to get things moving so quickly stripped and then looked for a place to sit. The couch was covered with a pile of clothes on the end closest to me, he was in the middle, and his ashtray, some empty beer cans, a large bottle of hand lotion, and fast food trash were on the other end. He made no effort to move anything, so I positioned myself on my knees in front of him where I could get a good view of him stroking, and offer him my mouth. When I did, he scooted forward a little more on the couch so his balls were completely hanging free and continued stroking. I started jacking my dick and asked, “Want me to suck you?” Daddy didn’t reply, he just kept stroking his dick, which was now starting to ooze precum. He then put the cigarette between his teeth, dug around in the pile of clothes beside him, pulled out a white sock that was brown from dirt and filth and flung it at me. I caught it, not sure what he wanted me to do, but instinctively brought it up to my nose to smell. HOLY FUCK that was rank! I coughed and gagged a little, my eyes watered, and when I looked at him, Daddy had a smirk on his face and was jacking his dick harder now. I’m so used to guys being super verbal, so being with one who was not was odd, but at least I knew now something he liked. I held the filthy sock closer to my face, inhaled, and about threw up as I coughed and gagged even harder. I heard Daddy moan, “AAAHHHH,” as he looked at me and his dick was now shiny from the precum he was leaking. I put the sock down and scooted forward to try to suck his dick, but he pushed me back with his foot like I was a dog pestering its master for dinner. I picked the sock back up, a little annoyed, inhaled deep a few more times, and this time did not choke and frankly rather liked it. Pure man funk. I closed my eyes and savored it a moment and when I looked back up the precum was streaming down his dick now with every stroke and all I wanted to do was scream in frustration from my need to get fucked. Every stroke of his hand around his long, black dick made his tennis ball size nutts jump a little higher, and his precum was thick, creamy, and even from where I was kneeling on the floor – and through the lingering funk of his filthy sock - I could smell it. DAMN! “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said as he sat up on the couch and used his left foot to kick the ottoman a little more in front of the TV. Finally I was going to get fucked! I quickly stood up, bent over the ottoman and braced myself with my hands on the side edges, then stood back up and frantically searched my clothes for my poppers. Shit, I must have forgotten them. “Um.. I..do you have poppers I could use?” I asked him. “Bend over for Daddy,” my host said again, so I took that as a no. I bent back over the ottoman, my legs shaking in anticipation, and looked back as Daddy grabbed the large bottle of lotion off the end of the couch and fumbled around a bit through the pile of cans and trash, looking for a condom I assumed since he said safe only. Oh well, I anxiously waited as I heard him squirt some lotion out, then flinched a little as he began rubbing lotion first on one ass cheek then the other. He then squirted several long streams of lotion down the crack of my ass, ran a finger up and down, squirted some more, most of which seemed to hit the floor, then even more. He set the lotion down, turned and grabbed a red t-shirt off the clothes pile, wiped his hands and tossed the shirt onto the floor near the TV. He then grabbed my waist and pushed me forward and down as he said again, “Bend over for Daddy.” I was forced now to get on my hands and knees on the ottoman and as I adjusted myself in the new position, I could feel him start pushing his big dick into my ass. I had barely got situated when the first inch or two popped in. OH FUCK HIS DICK WAS BIG!! I grunted from the pain as he pushed his dick in a bit further. He paused, reached down for the lotion bottle, squirted more into my crack and onto his dick, dropped the bottle to the floor with a thud, and as he began using his left hand to coat my lower back and ass with excess lotion, he began pushing harder up my ass. All that lotion in my hole and around his dick started making slurping noises as he stroked me in and out, and he was taking his sweet old time, but I was so horny and began begging, “Fuck me daddy, fuck me harder. Fuck me!” He paid me no mind, and kept working my ass open with his dick, every inch sliding in and out and side to side in a steady rhythm. Daddy then paused again, eased his dick out with a loud PLOP and streams of lotion and ass juice ran down my ass and thighs and dripped onto the ottoman and carpet. I twisted my body and turned my head to see what he was doing and in profile saw that he did not have a condom on! He had been fucking me raw! DAMN! I had no idea. All that lotion, it was hard to feel much except ‘full of dick’, and I started breathing a little hard in excitement, hoping he was not looking for a condom now or deciding not to shoot in my ass. My host was rummaging around in the pile of clothes again and pulled out first one, then a second tube sock that both looked almost black from filth and dirt. The tops of each sock were pretty white, but the foot parts were dark and stained and as I watched he carefully wrapped each sock around his right hand almost like he was making a mitten, stood back, pointed at the end of the couch and said, “Bend over for Daddy.” I climbed off the ottoman, bent over the end of the couch that was filled with clothes, and almost became light headed from the stench and funk. Daddy got behind me and this time shoved his dick in as hard and deep as he could from the go pushing me forward into the dirty pile. He used his left hand to help me scoot back and get my footing as I buried my hands into the pile of dirty clothes to brace myself. Daddy then leaned forward, covered my face with his right hand that had the two dirty socks wrapped round it, and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back and impale myself deeper on his raw dick. Daddy held his filthy sock covered hand tight over my nose and mouth as he started to slam fuck me. I was choking, gagging, coughing, tears were streaming down my face as I fought to breathe and every little gasp of air slammed me with the hideous stench. Every effort to breathe through my mouth allowed him to force some of the dirty socks in, as he made me taste them as well as smell them. The more I gagged and choked, the harder he fucked, and as it got hard to breathe at all because he was clamping his hand so tight on my face I started to panic a little, but daddy wedged me against the edge of the couch so I could not run and used his left hand to dig into to my waist and hold me tight. I pushed my ass back as far as I could and braced my hands on my thighs. I wanted to smell him, taste him, and feel him shoot his load inside me and the lotion that had been so sloppy to start, was now feeling dry and like my insides were being scraped, and I did not care. “AWWW…AWWW….AWWW..BEND OVER FOR DADDY….AWWW…..” my host yelled and then proceeded to jettison every drop of sperm he could into my ass. His long dick twitched, danced, and bounced around inside me as he orgasmed and with every spurt I worked my ass, clenching and grabbing, and trying to force it deeper and to pull out every drop. As he relaxed his grip on my face and pulled his filthy socks away, the rush of fresh air made me dizzy. Daddy then yanked his spent dick out of me sending streams of used lotion and our mix of cum and ass juice down my leg to stain the carpet, and when I turned to try to lick his dick clean, he just brushed me away with his foot, grabbed another shirt off the couch, wiped his dick, thighs, and chest down, tossed that shirt back into the pile, then sat on the couch and lit a cigarette and started watching the movie again. Well I guessed that was my cue that he was done, so I picked up the red t-shirt he has used earlier, wiped the worst of the mess off my ass and thighs, got dressed, and realizing he was not going to see me out, headed to his front door. After a bit of fumbling I got all the locks undone and let myself out and was surprised to see my UberX car was still sitting there and the driver was leaning against the passenger side, casually smoking. He put out his cigarette as I walked up, opened the back door for me, and then surprised me by making me scoot over as he got in right behind me. I looked at him, confused, and said, “Hey man, what’s going on?” suddenly afraid I was going to get robbed or something. The sound of all the car doors locking echoed as he pressed the key fob, and he smiled as he turned and said, “It’s time for the tip.” You don’t tip the Uber drivers, but I thought maybe he was new, or did not know, so I stammered, “Yeah man, no problem. I can tip you.” My driver laughed as he shook his head and started to unbuckle his pants. “No. You got it wrong. I’ve got your tip,” and I could only stare in wonder as he fished a mammoth dick out his shorts that was longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had my pants off and was grunting face down in the back seat as my UberX driver mounted me and raw fucked my ass using the fresh cum that filled my guts as the only lube before adding his own. Maybe the weekend would turn out alright after all.

This is a kind of mix of reality and fantasy. The reality to begin with - I had a former b/f who had a thing about his sperm staying IN me or being kept IN me. After ejaculating UP me he would shove a cucumber up me and push his spunk as deep inside me as he could before putting a chastity belt on me and locking it in place. This ensured that the cucumber and his sperm stayed UP me. He would then make me walk about knowing that the chastity belt made the cucumber ride up inside me working his sperm and have me bend over so it penetrated deeper before spanking me to drive it home even further. He even took me to a pub with the belt locked on under my dress with cucumber and his sperm UP me. He was always in control and had the keys. He liked me having his sperm locked UP me - some nights he had me sleep with his sperm locked UP me. The problem was he was a 1-2-1 type and I desired more and more cock and cum. I am too much of a sexual creature as well as their being an actual distance between us so we ended of seeing less and less of each other and I became more accustomed to being used by penises rather than being one man's 'girlfriend'. Now I go to 'full-on (as in sexual) clubs and venues and meet men outdoors (dogging) for sex. I do miss that element of having sperm kept IN me though and I still have the chastity belt in my cupboard. I have an un-funfilled fantasy regarding it which I think I may partially realise some time. This involves becoming a real walking sperm bank. I would like to drastically increase my 'capacity' and try for 30 different loads of spunk in each end of me. The spunk up my rear to be rammed home by cucumber and kept in place by chastity belt (like former b/f used to do on a much smaller scale). I would also like to have 30 loads down my throat and in to my ever so welcoming) belly - then a few more in to my mouth. These loads to be kept in place by an inflatable dildo gag sealing the sperm in my mouth and padlocked on so I can't take it off. With 60 plus different loads of spunk locked inside my body it would then be time for me to be driven to a dogging spot and tied/restrained across a picnic tab;e for old men to masturbate all over me so I am both FULL and covered in spunk. Maybe the addition of a nice tight collar (also padlocked on so I can't take it off) would help someone take me for a nice walk in the woods to show everyone what a spunk addict I am. It's probably unlikely I will realise the full fantasy but I do have the chastity belt, inflatable dildo gag and collar - the difficulty is in finding 60 able and willing men at right time right place to complete it. It won't stop me giving it a try though.

Yes, as things stand now, I purchased plane tickets July 10-13 due to arrive at like 11 am. The CumUnion event starts at 8 pm that night, so I'll have plenty of time to get in and settled and a whole day and a half afterwards to keep own party going. I'm familiar enough with Chicago that getting around on public transit in a timely manner should be a snap. Speaking of Amtak I used to work for them and I spent every fifth day in Chi for years, so I can find BoysTown with my eyes and legs open. Have a friend, bring a friend, the more the merrier!!

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PART SEVEN By the time HE finished filling my aching and slack hole with three loads of his wonderful cum, we were a sweaty, stinky messy. We lay back for a moment to catch our breath, on our backs staring up at the ceiling. HE turned his head and smiled a big smile at me. “By the way, my name is Drake. You don’t have to call me ‘HE’ anymore,” he chuckled. I flushed, totally embarrassed at being caught texting about him. I knew he must have read my text history when he’d been fooling around with the phone earlier. “Relax, we didn’t exactly have a conventional meeting, did we? Not many muggers bother to properly introduce themselves,” he told me, to which we both laughed. Drake rolled over, right on top of me so he was looking down into my eyes, a significant portion of his weight right on me. “Nice to meet you, Christopher,” he said with a smile, and then lowered his head to kiss me. “Now come on, let’s go shower,” he added, bouncing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. We took a long and steamy shower. I sucked his cock and balls, just affectionately, not to actually get him off, and while I was on my knees he let his piss fly over my crotch. I was surprised he hadn’t let it go when he was in my mouth, so I guided his cock up and had him piss all over my face and then into my open mouth. The look of lust on his face was intense. When his flow ebbed he pulled me up and kissed my pissy mouth with a passion I never expected to feel from my mugger. After the shower we got dressed and actually moved him right in. All that he really wanted to take with him were his electronics, toys, some stuff from the kitchen, and his clothes. As we left the house with his final load of stuff, Drake saw a couple of his ‘acquaintances’ coming down the street towards us. “Rents paid till the end of the month. Furniture’s all yours if you want it,” he told them, not waiting for a response, and then we were gone. As we drove back to my place, our place, it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only one who gave up a little. He was leaving that place, and apparently whatever form of friends he had in his old neighborhood. Mind you, I left fairly lucrative career in the corporate sector and he left a dump of an apartment, but tomato-tomahto. We took a couple of days to get him settled and to adjust to being around each other constantly, and then by the end of the week Drake told me it was time to try things out. Beginning small, he posted on ad online with a shot of my ass as an escort for any and all loads. No load refused. I was a little surprised that we already received some responses within the hour. He deleted a couple who he called ‘lookie-losers’ and responded to one to start off. Drake was actually taking my comfort into consideration, so somehow I felt protected. He kept tinkering on my computer while I was in the bathroom getting myself prep’d for my first trick. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m even thinking that about myself. I’d say something about how far I’ve fallen, but my raging hard cock is telling me different things. Drake actually drove me to the guy’s hotel and waited for me down in the lobby. He was really going to take care of me. I actually felt my heart swell. He walked me to the elevator and kissed me, full on the mouth, in front of everyone else that was awaiting the lift, and then I watched his ass in his tight jeans as he retreated to the lobby. Minutes later I was knocking on the door, which was promptly answered by a man I really never would have expected. He looked like a Mormon or high school science teacher. Just so ordinary and average and a little bit pure. Whatever, I wasn’t there to judge. He let me in and I immediately want for his pants, opening and dropping them to the floor to reveal a nice looking six inch boner with an upward curve. I dropped to my knees and deep-throated him for a moment before coming up and just slurping and sucking him to get him going. After a few minutes of that treatment, which he just stood still with his arms hanging at his sides, he finally relaxed enough to reach down and smooth his hand along my back until it reached my pants. His fingers wiggled until they worked their way into my pants. I’d only worn a jock strap, so my ass was exposed to him now, and he began to probe at my hole. When he felt my hole winking to him, he changed his demeanor entirely. He stood straight up, pulled his cock from my mouth, and ordered me onto the bed on hands and knees. I quickly slipped out of my pants and presented him with my ass, which he immediately drove his steely length directly into without hesitation. I lost my breath for a moment, just from the surprise of the quick attack, and not from his size. His cock was the perfect size for this kind of anal assault, and within seconds I was loving my job. I let out a loud moan and shoved my ass back to show him that it felt great, and he put his hands on my hips and began to pound me. Knowing that I was there for this man’s pleasure, I made sure to put on a show for him. I was there to work his ego as well as his cock, so I moaned how good his cock felt in me, how I loved the way he pounded me, and how I couldn’t wait to get his baby batter in my hole. This really got him going, and he slam fucked me mercilessly, and I loved every second. We were both grunting, groaning, and sweating up a storm. It was awesome! After about ten minutes of this intense fucking he gritted his teeth. “Ugh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. “You want it? You want it in you?” “Fuck yeah! Give it to me! Fucking fill my ass with your hot cum!” I begged. He roared and slammed balls-deep as his nuts exploded and flooded my hole with their cargo. I made sure to remain connected with him until he had emptied every drop of his seed, milking his cock with my ass muscles. After a couple of minutes he slowly eased out of me, stood back and let out a laugh. “That was amazing,” he told me. “I’ve honestly never done that before, but you made it feel better than I ever could have imagined.” He was panting to catch his breath as I rolled over to look at his smiling face. It was then I noticed the wedding ring, and figured that he was probably married with children. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, you fucked my ass like a pro,” I complimented. “Do you want to go again?” I asked, since we’d only been at it for about 30 minutes. Not like I was an on-the-clock ho, but I wanted to be sure to give my first client the best possible service for his money. “No, you got my entire nut. I haven’t blown a load in weeks, so I am good. I can’t thank you enough,” he told me, casually walking to the dresser and fiddling with his wallet with his back to me. He returned to the bed and handed me an envelope. “I threw in a little extra since you were so amazing.” “Thank-you, that is very generous,” I replied. “Any time you’re in town, I’m more than happy to come by.” “I travel a lot, and I do come here often, so you’ll be hearing from me again. Probably every couple of weeks, if that works for you.” “Absolutely,” I beamed, thrilled that I’d already made my first regular. I stood, pulled my clothes into place, and then he led me to the door. “Thanks again,” he whispered into my ear as I opened the door. “You’re most welcome,” I told him with a big smile. My first client was a sweet man with a nice cock, and he was generous to boot. I made my way back to the lobby, trying to hold his big load in my ass and not embarrass myself in front of the hotel staff and customers, but I could feel it sloshing around inside of me. It was a big load!

Neg at last test in January. Decided to stop asking and now take all loads. Def have taken anon and poz loads over the last month. No fuck flu yet though

Chapter II. We said good-bye to Will, both of us ogling his crotch. We got ready for bed, brushing our teeth in the bathroom off the kitchen. My boy remembered to take one of his last Truvada pills, and got the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. We had put our remaining pills together in a bottle with his name on them. He raised his eyebrows, clearing thinking about taking Will’s mammoth cock. That night, my boy and I had great sex, the best sex we’d had in a while. My boy lay down, face buried in the pillow, and whimpered as I ate his hole. "Stretch me out," he murmured as I worked four fingers into his hole. I knew he was fantasizing about taking a dick way bigger than mine. I pounded the fuck out of him, as he moaned, bouncing up and down on my raw cock, and slipped in two fingers. When I pulled out to re-position his ass, his hole just stayed open and quivered. I bred him deep, and he kept riding me until he shot a big load all over my chest. Even though we were both nearly off PrEP, it was still safe, since it was just us two, right? I worked my hand into his cummy ass past my knuckles. I scooped his fresh seed up and worked it into his ass, savoring his wet and stretched-out hole. As I toyed with his ass he asked "Do you think I should go visit Will tomorrow to borrow those tools?" I chuckled, knowing he was going to Will’s house so Will could seduce my boy, and I was going to let it happen. The next day, my boy was sprouting morning wood. I rolled over and let his precum drip into my ass. It got so wet, he rubbed back and forth until his head popped in. After a few minutes, he had my ass lubed with just precum, no lube, no spit. As he slid into my hole, holding me still, he slid one of his hands into his own ass, pleasuring himself until he shot a big load deep into me. He pulled out, winked, and pulled on some clothes. He grabbed a pair of old nearly threadbare gym shorts. They’d be fine for gardening or a slutty go-go scene. He added an old t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, stained with paint, telling me he was off to Will’s and he’d see me in a bit. I could see his cock was still a little hard from our morning breeding session, and there was a dollop of precum darkening a spot on his shorts. I smiled as I fingered my own cummy hole. I got out of bed and pulled on some work clothes, relishing the squelch of fresh cum seeping deeper into my guts. I made some coffee, and put together a to-do list for the day. It was mostly boring stuff like cleaning out the gutters and taking the shutters down so they could be stripped and repainted. I enjoyed a cup or two of coffee and noticed the time. Nearly an hour had passed since my boy had gone over to Will’s. I knew he was up to something. I smiled to myself, sort of surprised that my boy was still up to his slutty ways; even out here in the country, he’d managed to find the biggest cock around and was determined to take it. With a dick as big as Will’s was soft, he’d need more than my cock and a few fingers to get him ready for it, especially after being out of practice for a few weeks… I got to Will’s and knocked on the front door. I put my ear to the glass and wasn’t surprised to hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked! I let myself in and followed the sound upstairs. What surprised me wasn’t seeing Will’s plump ass jackhammering into a willing hole, it was that my boy was on his knees fisting his cock while Will was fucking someone else. My boy looked mesmerized, with his eyes glued to Will’s dick as it pumped in and out of the stranger’s ass. Seeing me, Will gave me a goofy smile as he waved me over, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, remarking "Welcome to the party! Take off your clothes and join in!" I followed directions and moved to the other side of the bed. My boy saw me and sheepishly grinned at me, but that didn’t stop him from fisting his cock with one had and playing with his hole with the other. Will put his arms out, one on my boy’s shoulder, and one on mine. The guy he was fucking didn’t even look up. "This is my buddy Jimmy. Jimmy likes big cocks. If he can’t find one big enough, he’ll take two." Will pulled out of Jimmy’s ass and spit into it, not on it, but into the gaping quivering red hole. My eyes went from that opened hole to Will’s epic dick. I’d only seen it soft before. Hanging there, too heavy to stand out straight, was the biggest dick I’d ever seen, slick with precum and spit. It nearly touched the mattress it hung down so far. And Jimmy had taken him balls deep. And raw. Will winked at me and turned to my boy asking "You two want a go?" My boy nodded anxiously. Will scooped Jimmy onto his knees and caught him against his sweaty furry chest. I recognized Jimmy. He was the guy who delivered the newspaper. A totally adorable skinny twink with floppy brown bangs, maybe mid-20s, probably home from college for the summer. He went around on a bike every morning, chucking the local paper from his bike. He was a cute kid, and clearly an experienced bottom if he could take Will’s big thick cock. Will motioned for my boy and I to climb onto the bed, on our backs, with our asses together, and dicks both pointed upwards. Will jerked us both off for a second, spit onto his paw, and raised Jimmy up so his ruined ass was right above our bare cocks. I grimaced as his ass lowered down capturing our cocks and pressing them together. I though that we should both be wearing condoms and cast a glance over to the bedside table thinking maybe there would be a pile of them. "What ’cha looking for?" Will asked. "We don’t play with rubbers in this house. That okay with you boys? You’re safe, right?" My boy and I nodded, with Jimmy lowering down and moaning the whole time. He didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out, instead riding our cocks which were pressed together and sliding back and forth in his velvety hole. The entire time he didn't say a single word, he just moaned in pleasure and (maybe) a bit of pain. Will jerked his massive tool as Jimmy rode our dicks. My boy muttered filthy things to him the whole time. "Yeah! You like taking those raw dicks, don’t you!?" and "Slut" and "This whore is so ruined, his hole can take us both!" Jimmy just grunted and moaned approval. As Jimmy rose and lowered himself, white globs dripped out of him. Will leaned down, smiled, and started licking them off of our cocks and balls. "Delicious," he whispered as he slurped, his hot breath on our balls. It dawned on me that Jimmy was leaking fresh cum. That got me so hot. He’d already taken a load. Will pulled back from slurping the churned seed out of Jimmy’s ass. He lurched for a bottle of poppers, took a big hit, and held it to Jimmy’s nose. He grunted approval and huffed as deeply as I’ve ever seen. Will lowered his mouth to Jimmy’s cock. Without touching his dick, Jimmy squirted volley after volley of cum into Will’s greedy mouth. I shot my load into Jimmy’s ass. My boy could sense the fresh wetness and shot too. Jimmy collapsed backwards onto the pillows, our dicks easing out of him followed by a stream of fresh cum. Will eagerly lapped it up until his face was dripping with seed. He patted me and my boy on our legs and started laughing. Will grunted "Looks like we’ve got some fresh pigs to share with the neighborhood, right Jimmy?" Jimmy moaned, his eyes still closed, his ruined hole still dripping cum. In fact, Jimmy was so exhausted he passed out entirely, and Will tossed me a towel to mop up suggesting "Let him sleep, huh? You guys should have seen him this morning!" I nodded and we grabbed our clothes and followed him back downstairs. Will remained naked, so we followed his example. Turning to us, Will explained "I met Jimmy a few years back, and have been breeding him while he's on summer vacation. I had to train his hole that first summer, and every year he’s got a rough few weeks when he comes home." Grabbing his big dick, which was still swinging and somewhat hard, he added "He can't find dick like this at school. Fortunately for Jimmy, the neighborhood guys will help stretch him out for me." Then he quietly whispered "Sometimes his Pa helps, but keep it quiet. Jimmy doesn’t know. His Pa only fucks him when Jimmy’s wearing his blindfold." With that Will extended his paw and groped my boy’s ass. "They can help stretch you out too, ya know… the neighborhood pigs, and Jimmy’s Pa." My boy grinned from ear to ear as Will went on "Now, in the meantime, let’s get you those tools." We followed him into the backyard, and into the garage. It was a normal tool shed with a few surprises. Next to the screwdrivers and cups of bolts, there was a pegboard full of sex toys. There were butt plugs, dildos, a whip, some handcuffs, and much more. There was a tool bench, and a fuck bench, upholstered in black leather. Will went on as if we weren’t naked and hadn’t just raw-fucked the paperboy, saying "You’ll need some big pruning shears to take care of that underbrush, and maybe my palm sander for that porch molding. And to take my cock, you’ll need these...." Will walked over to the sex dungeon part of his garage and took down a massive butt plug and a squirt bottle of lube. The butt plug had a hole in the middle. My boy and I stared at it, not sure what to do with it. We’d also just cum deep in Jimmy’s ass, but we were hardening up again. "That there is a pig hole. You guys seem like pigs, so enjoy it!" Will laughed at his little joke, as did we also. Then his face got serious, as he grunted "No. Now. Enjoy it. Your pig training starts NOW." Will grabbed my boy by the back of the neck and laid him down on the fuck bench on his belly, with his chin over the edge. He lined up his big cock with my boy’s mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, which admittedly, wasn’t far. Will’s massive head had my boy’s jaw opened as wide as it would go, and he was already gagging. Will smiled. He was enjoying himself. He turned to me instructing me "You, there. Start on his hole." I climbed up on top of the bench and pulled my boy’s cheeks apart, tonguing his hole, burying my face between his cheeks. Will leaned forward and held my head down, allowing me up to gasp for breath every half minute or so. Each time I gulped air Will chuckled, as he forced my head down into my boy’s hole, his huge cock lodged into my boy’s mouth. He had us both gulping for air. When Will had had enough, he pulled out of my boy’s mouth and released my head. "Now, about that pig hole. Put this in your boy. Help him get used to my big dick. It’s gonna ruin his hole. Your’s too, if you’re lucky." With that he handed me the hollow butt plug. Even with a hole in the middle, it was thicker than my dick, which was throbbing hard already and oozing a steady stream of precum. Will squirted a big dollop of thick creamy lube into my hand, so I lubed up the plug, and smeared some lube on my boy’s ass. Will leaned over and spread my boy’s cheeks as wide as they’ve ever been spread urging "Now, put it in him, but remember to take it slow." I eased the plug into my boy and he released a guttural groan. I pushed it in more and he winced, tightening every muscle in his naked and sweaty body. "Pacing," Will commented sternly as he swatted my hand away. He climbed up on top of the table, straddling my boy's legs with his knees and cooed, "Yeah, pig boy. You can take this. You know you want this. You know you need this. You need to get fucked by some big daddy dick." Sliding the plug up and down over my boy’s ass, and my boy relaxed when Will inserted the plug slowly, but surely, gazing into my eyes all the while, as if he owned that hole. Will shook his giant dick and globs of precum drizzled down. Without looking, he had aimed his precum perfectly to drip into the open hole inside the plug and deep into my boy’s ass. He backed up and ushered me onto the table again, with my ass pressed up against his hard cock, urging "Fuck him." I realized that I’d need more lube to get my cock into the pig hole, and I reached back and swiped some precum off of Will’s dick, smearing it onto my own. He wrapped a paw around my chest and grunted approval. "I knew I liked my new neighbors." I eased my hard dick into the pig hole and leaned forward. My boy moaned and whimpered, his hole stretched more than it had ever been. Will hopped off of the table and aimed his dick at my boy’s mouth. This time, my boy dropped his jaw and readily accepted about four inches of that huge tool. I pumped my hips as long as I could hold out, knowing that the scene was so hot I wouldn’t last long. I fucked my load into my boy’s pig-hole-stretched ass with a moan. Will smiled at me and mounted the table, facing me. He leaned forward and gently kissed me. I was shocked by his gentleness after such rough play and closed my eyes. He grabbed my dick, pulled it out of the hole, and slowly jerked me off. I melted into him, sharing my boy’s ass with this near stranger and stuffing him full of butt plug. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw Will coaxing an unbelievable stream of creamy white cum out of his cock and into the open pig hole, dripping right into my boy’s ass. My mouth was wide open, and I gasped for air. "Well done," he smirked, adding "He’s ready for my cum. Soon enough he’ll be ready to take it from the source. Good thing he’s on those pills in your medicine cabinet. I hope they work." He smacked my boy’s ass cheeks and walked out of the garage. My boy turned over onto his back, knees up and ass exposed, still stuffed with the plug. He wanked out a huge load all over the fuck bench. I licked it up and tongued it into his open hole. He tried to pull the plug out, but it wouldn’t budge. We saw Will laughing from the open doorway. "Yeah. You’re still tight. Wear it home under those slutty shorts. It’ll work it’s way out on it’s own sometime today." We got ourselves together, sticky with sweat and cum, and got dressed. I gathered the tools we’d come there to borrow. My boy walked painfully a few steps ahead of me. I saw a dark wet spot form and grow as the cum leaked out of his pig hole-stuffed ass. It dawned on me then that Will had mentioned our blue pills in the medicine cabinet. Did Will just tell us he was POZ? To be continued…

Well I did it! Went to the sports-fuck party in fashionable sneakers and an ass-open red jock-strap and scanned the players! Two had already bred me in the past, OFF CAMPUS, in private and one (at the party) ran with me as my 'wing-man'... still early in the game but I was eager to be the early worm that gets eaten by the bird! Still being fussy... a bearded redneck looked kinda appropriate, but not cocky enough! My opening line seemed too aggressive, in full view of everyone at the bar... in the dark this farmer-type would have probably gone for it! One total stud-muffin walked in like a pro, looked like he would be 'out-of-my-league' and an out-lyer in the company present. I'm 'toned-and-tan' but he was a show-buck muscle-dude, shorter than me, but built like a brick-shithouse, rippling abs and whatnot. Possibly a conceited fuck who habitually cheats on a hunky BF, you know the look! A promiscuous fuck who can't ever get enough! PERFECT! After 'circling the prey' and assessing the 'order-in-the-food-chain' I determined TODAY I will reach for the stars!! Still learning the ropes of the 'rough-trade' with as few words as possible. My wingman, noting my interest, said: "He was here last time and got his nut fast and was gone. You better move quick!" I have a way of coming across TOO COCKY and confident to possibly reveal I'm a willing bottom now, an aggressive cum-dumpster eager to make up for years of depriving myself of potentially UNSAFE loads. You know how you have been WARNED of the 'forbidden raw oysters' during the passionate summer months... alien, sketchy DNA, RAW from the shell, a grotesque venue for the vanilla boys who like everything cooked and packaged. Potentially lethal fugu, sashimi and raw oyster, the RRRAW and WRRIGGLING pleasures are not for everyone. But THE SKETCHY and danger becomes an addiction for the 'lost boys' who play the primal rutting games! Like over-charged bulls in the pasture who take turns on each others shit-hole... (don't say 'gross'! I have read grosser on here) Circling potential prey, slowly losing inhibitions!! Who is the first for contact sport? There was a nelly twink with one of those idiotic 'man-buns' jerking his wand like a mad magician, skipping through the dark nooks and crannies without focus... I did a courtesy-grab on his package but he skittishly backed off saying: "Oh I'm here only to watch!' Was that rejection? Nah, my wingman said, he is just a frightened chicken and that's all he ever does... 'look and jerk! Get his nut and flutter off!' Well anyway, with that pre-packaged, gluten-free chicken off the menu, I'm off to study the seasoned pork and beef... and the FUGU!!!!! I made my move when the beefy stud-muffin was in a dark room by himself - pinned him against the wall to see what would happen... found my way down his to his cock and sucked it the way I do my man... tongue on the clefted groove under his well-circumcised cock! Down the shaft, balls-deep to gagging and.... REPEAT! An audience of spectators materialized out of nowhere! I vaguely noted two who might be watching but those other ten guys will see me some time at MAPCO and know it was me who got THE PARTY STARTED. HOT! I'm getting a reputation! Hope that leads to lots of future lewd propositions and off-campus invites to 'hey, we have guys coming over - wanna join?' At some point my wingman directed me to turn around; back up against the dude's cock. Shameless bareback, still a rush every time! He stabbed it at my hole and the tight bushing offered resistance. Damn, I haven't practiced in forever... a quick application of spit and the fucker slid right in! HOLY SHIT! An intense sensation! No teenage courtesy tenderness! No restraint! Straight to catering to his selfish pleasures! My self-chosen trade-mark is not to flinch and whimper like a bitch! I hate that Armand Rizzo shit! Hell I got my nipples pierced in Los Angeles without even flinching and the seasoned piercer told me she had NEVER seen anybody be that 'nonchalant' about it! That proves that 'craved pleasure' and inevitable pain are delightfully close together! And I was determined to please that fucker like a seasoned slut would and get his first load. I 'assumed position', bent down, my hands on my knees, growling like a satyr-beast as it comes naturally. The dire discomfort from the selfish, crude rutting soon dissipated as the dude found his rhythm. I never let them know I'm rusty when I am. That would be detriment to my slut reputation. The first anon copulation of the event and it's star-buck and the novice-in-disguise getting center-stage! YEAH BABY!!! Trying to let myself reach the 'trance-stage' without going TIMBER!!! Hell I don't want to lose my balance on stage! Ten guys watching, jerking off. One bears a responsibility to ones fans! Hell I should do porn. Or should HAVE DONE! And be in Los Angeles or Atlanta doing it, not in repressed Tennessee. Well, the star-buck took his time. I love the thought of a JADED FUCKER, whose cock has dip-sticked so many hot engines he has long lost count. For all I know I'm in the 4-digit-range of his life-time scores! If I'm lucky he might remember! The more popular and promiscuous a buck is, the more it turns me on! I for sure will milk that jaded, spoiled breeder-cock for what it's worth and get all the spectator attention while I have it. Failure is not an option! Wearing out (because IT HURTS) is not an option! Not taking a load because he never told me his 'status' is not an option... that was in the vanilla days! The fucker rutted for what seemed an eternity and I never got a hard-on. Damn, that will be the next stage in my sexual liberation. Just popping a woodie as the random stranger's bare knob plunges in! Well, he got his nut and I aggressively took his sketchy, jaded DNA, grinding my ass against him BALLS-DEEP and worked his cock as good as the best porn-sluts I seen take it. Not to brag but I seem to get a reputation on that! When we disengaged, dude was more squirmy that me. My ass took his anon seed like desperately needed balsam. His dick was 'tender' by then, the post-coitus phase of intense breeding. To show my jaded appreciation I slapped him on the shoulder and wandered off like a much more seasoned cum-dumpster than I really am, with the proud swagger of the celebrated champ at the bareback rodeo. The jerking pack of fans all kinda pounced on the breeder as I left! Not sure what was coming next... I think my job was to stay and give it up for everybody else... in retrospect! Well next time! Swallow cum and take every anon stranger drooling in the spectator ranks! Him possibly just thinking of the 'star-buck' his premium jizz-lube on the cock, nutting and blending his jizz with Mister Stud. My role possibly being trivial, maybe not! But then every other guy would follow and drop a load, following the leader of the pack! What a rush that thought is! But my 'man-cunt' was sore... I need more practice...

Nothing like rugger meat!

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.

Did ya'll go to the same event? Because your portrayals are vastly opposite one another.

I went to a gear party (jocks/singlets/underwear) this past Friday at a gay dance club. I decided to just wear a mesh black jockstrap, arm sleeves, collar and boots, also pre-lubed my cunt and I looked like a total slut. I had a few drinks and wandered around the club for a little bit showing off my hot poz ass. Then I stopped in the leather shop to buy some poppers and decided to hit the dance floor. While out on the dance floor in my jock, a black guy came up behind me and just started fucking me. Being the slut I am, I bent over and spread my ass open so he could fuck me harder and deeper. With everyone around us watching the action he continued pumping my ass and then said "take my poz load bitch!" I took a deep hit of poppers as he was filling my cunt with his hot poz load! After he finished, a second guy came up and shoved his cock in my cum filled ass. I bent over and spread my ass open again right there on the dance floor. He kept pumping my ass and then he said "I'm cumming" as I took another deep hit of poppers and received a second load in my cunt. Not sure if the second load was poz or neg but I was happy to take it! I heard some guys around us calling me a slut as he pulled out and walked off. It was totally hot getting fucked by two guys right there on the dance floor in front of everyone and hearing them call me a slut! After the dance club closed, I decided to go to the sex club across the street in search of more cock and cum. I ended up getting fucked and filled there by four more poz guys who used me as a cumdump. So this poz slut had a great Friday night with hopefully more to cum!

thanks for the rep, pity you not closer as need a good few loads of corrupting seed in me right now

CHAPTER 7 "ROUND 2?!?" I replied, shocked. "Boy, if you didn't think I wasn't gonna get a piece of your ass you're sorely mistaken" Tyler replied. "And soon enough, you're gonna be just plain sore" As both guys laughed, I genuinely wondered how on earth I was gonna take him. His cock wasn't as hard as when I was sucking him (was I a better cocksucker than Brian? Probably, I thought) but Tyler still motioned me over. "Between Brian's spit on my cock & his cum up your ass, that should be more than enough lube for me" He grinned as Brian stopped sucking him. "I got no problems taking sloppy seconds and it's probably best for you that I don't". He got me to straddle him as he sat on the couch, he loved being in this position of power. As Brian held the poppers I reached out for them to take a hit. "Oh no, you're taking this one without any help at all". How in the hell was I gonna do that? I felt a little of Brian's cum dribble out of my hole as I straddled Tyler and Brian took hold of Tyler's cock and rubbed it over the cum, slicking it up more. It felt like a lump of meat hitting my thigh! His cockhead was soon pressing against my hole, I have to admit I was so thankful Brian's load was still in me to help in taking Tyler's cock. I closed my eyes as I felt his head slowly start to push into me and just as before I pictured those girls in pornos taking a black cock - when did I ever think I'd be lucky (lucky?) enough to do the same! Just as I could feel my ass could take no more I heard Tyler groan with pleasure and his head pushed inside me. "Ohhhhhh, fuck man! What an ass you've got!" Part of me was shocked to hear him say that but I also thought I was a better cocksucker than Brian, I was gonna be a better fuck than him too. I opened my eyes to see him staring right at me, "Are you ready to take more?". I had no idea if I was ready but I was willing to die trying! His hands went to my hips as he slowly pushed further into me. Although I was on top and could control things, I wanted him to be in command. "That's it...you're doing so well!" he whispered in my ear as I felt my ass beginning to fill. Fuck, that voice, those eyes, that body & that cock - there was no surprise he had guys throwing themselves at him! As he slowly started to work his way inside me I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself, "You enjoying that baby?" he whispered. I had to nod, it felt so good & the fact that Tyler was loving it too made it feel even better. "Open your eyes baby." Looking into his eyes, I was hypnotised as before. I was so happy I was with this god tonight & he wanted my ass, I had to kiss him. I leant forward and opened my mouth for his tongue and we started to make out. I'd made out with Mike before but this felt different, partly coz I guess coz I knew Mike but also because I really wanted Tyler to enjoy fucking me and I just wanted him so badly. I could see Brian out of the corner of my eye but as far as I was concerned, it was just me & Tyler. As the two of us made out I could feel Tyler's cock gradually inching more & more inside me. I knew he was also making out with me to try & distract me from the pain I'd have been in otherwise, he was so thoughtful. I reached behind me to feel the base of his cock, not to see if he was wearing a condom, I wasn't worried about that, but to see how much was left. To my shock, there was only an inch or two left, I'd taken almost all of him! My fingers brushed his balls as I did so. "Oh fuck, yeah baby. Rub my balls. I love that so much." I didn't care whether the last couple of inches was gonna hurt or not, I was gonna make sure my man was satisfied! Tyler moved forward a little bit & keeping on arm wrapped round him, I wrapped my legs round him and leant back. We both groaned as the last of his shaft entered me, fuck what a connection we had together! I started his rubbing balls and I could tell that he was in heaven. "That feel good baby?" I purred and he moaned in agreement. I'd been wasting myself all these years, what a fuck I was! "You keep that up and I'm gonna shoot REAL quick" he said. Much as I wanted him to fuck me forever (did I just think that?) I knew he needed to release. I started rubbing those big balls that were gonna fill me with the load I need. He started to really pound my ass as a result, even with his massive cock I didn't mind, I had more important thing to worry about - his pleasure. Soon after I heard two massive groans, Brian shot a load on my chest but it was Tyler emptying his balls deep into my ass that I was more concerned with. As I used to enjoy my wife doing, I wiggled myself on Tyler's cock, making sure I milked every last drop of cum from his gorgeous cock. I wanted to make sure I carried him for the rest of my days! The sun had just started to peek in through the blinds as I pulled myself back up on Tyler, had the three of us been fucking that long? I ran my hands down his rock hard chest & leant in to kiss this Adonis but he turned his head away. Had I done something wrong? "I dunno what you're looking for man but I ain't got no need for you any more." He slapped my ass "Now get off me". His tone had totally changed and I couldn't help but feel hurt. Brian helped pull me to my feet as I made my way to my clothes still a bit stunned by it all. "But I thought...." "Man, you white guys are all the same - there's only one white guy that takes my seed who I really love, and that's Brian right here." The two of them made out just to hammer the point home. As I staggered my way back to my room, even though I was upset by the way Tyler treated me at the end I thought about how I'd been totally used by two guys as just something for their pleasure. The thing that confused me more was that I loved the way it felt. Some of Brian's cum was till on my chest & would be seen, I quickly scooped it up & swallowed it before anyone saw. As I got to my room and a little of Tyler's cum leaked into my running shorts, I realised I'd completed my first "walk of shame" and yet, felt none at all. END OF CHAPTER 7

Repeat, swallow, swallow, swallow! Best cocksuckers always swallow.

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*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!)

Im a total bottom and I dont like rimming other guys and its a major turn off if the guys are unclean, kills my mood. That being said I love getting rimmed but will never ask someone to do something that I wouldn't purposefully reciprocate. I will, in the heat of the moment though, provide some tongue action, especially if I twisted as fuck.

CONTINUED . . . (part 2) He fucked me in that same position for about ten minutes, which I don’t mind at all -it is one of my favorite ways to be fucked, but then he withdrew, helped me turn over onto my back, climbed between my legs and eased his cock into my hole as I wrapped my legs around him. “I want to see the look on your face while I fuck you. Okay?” he asked, already working up to another orgasm. “Absolutely. I want to see what you look like while you enjoy my ass,” I grinned. “And when you cum in me, well, that’s the best.” “Oh, fuck, I’m getting close again,” he panted. “Come on, give it to me, fill me up!” I demanded as he slammed down into me over and over again, until he drove in balls deep and locked his eyes with mine. He was breathing hard through his nose like a bull, and a low growl started in his throat that picked up to a full-on growl as he again emptied his balls into my ass. We stayed like that for who knows how long, eyes locked, his cock inside me, draining its precious seed into my body. When our breathing returned to normal, he slipped out of me and lay beside me again. I reached over to the night stand and dug out a small butt plug that I never really used anymore (it really isn't big enough for my liking) and slipped it into my ass. “You still need something in you?” he laughed. “Well, yes and no. But I am going to run downstairs to grab a couple of beers and I didn’t want any of your cum to run out of my ass along the way.” “Fine by me. Your ass felt even hotter that last time after you already had my first load in there. And I will be adding more if you’re up for it.” Fuck he looked so sexy laying in my bed, totally naked, a furry stud body, and his beautiful cock already beginning to stir between his legs. “I told you, anything you can give me,” I replied with sincere smile before disappearing downstairs. I was back in a flash, and then we spent a few minutes drinking beer and talking while his balls restocked their juice. “So, just out of curiosity, how many loads do you plan on giving me tonight?” I finally had to ask. “The most I’ve cum in a day is eight times, of course that was just jerking off, but still. Want to try and break that record?” “Fuck yeah,” I told him, my voice suddenly not as conversational as it had been. A fire had just been lit. “So that’s a lot of fucks. Want to try a different room or position?” “Shower for sure, but not yet. We’ve got lots of sweating to do before we get to that. I saw a big ole dining table downstairs. I’d like to bend you over it and pound you from behind.” I upended my beer and finished it, and then slid off the bed. “Then let's go,” I suggested. We practically raced down to the dining room where he carefully eased the plug out of my ass so I wouldn’t gape open and lose his previous deposits, and slid back into me. He took hold of my hips and just railed me from behind, pounding me into that entire tingly body ecstasy that you rarely get from fucks. It’s often just a lot of frenzy, but this kind of fuck consumes your entire being. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me like that, but it was longer than the first two fucks tonight. I just stayed bent over the table, actually clawing at it a little from the insane pleasure he was bringing to my ass, and grunting with every intense penetration. Over and over he drove into me, and I eventually noticed his pounds were getting erratic. He was getting close. He slam fucked me as he worked towards his third orgasm. Glancing to my right, I caught a glimpse of the plug he had removed from my ass. It still glistening with his cum. Almost involuntarily I reached over, grabbed it, took it into my mouth and vigorously licked it, savoring the taste of his cum. “Oh, fuck, what are you doing?” he wailed. “You fucking filthy whore!” he roared as he blasted me even more powerfully than he had before, his balls draining again into my hungry hole. His thrusts were so hard and balls-deep, and him calling me a whore, well, it set me off and my dick exploded onto the dining table. My hole was spasming around his throbbing cock as we both sailed through powerful orgasms at basically the same time. He leaned over and rested his chest against my back, both of us breathing hard, and covered in sweat. We stayed like that for a few minutes until we could breath normally, and then he took the plug from me and eased it back into my ass as he slowly eased his dick out. We straightened up and stretched out our limbs, but then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to the table. “Lick it up,” he instructed. So I happily licked up my own load, but I let it pool beneath my tongue instead of swallowing right away. I love that feeling as it slides around inside my mouth. He let me back up, and I turned quickly and locked a kiss on him before he could think about what was happening, and released the cum into his mouth as our tongues dueled. I saw his facial expression turn to shock when he realized what I had done, but within seconds he was frantically kissing me back, his tongue invading my mouth and seeking out the cum that I had hidden in there. When our kiss finally broke, we were both panting again, and very happy. He placed his big hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down where his cock was hard and bobbing in front of him. “Lick me clean,” he ordered. So I cleaned his cock of the cum that coated it, from the last load and the two before, all mixed up in my ass. Although there wasn’t a mouthful, I saved it and when he let me up I guess he already expected me to share with him, and pulled me into another toe-curling tongue kiss. Who knew this guy was going to be such a horny and kinky fucker? I thought I’d get another pound or two and he’d be on his way. Instead he’d rimmed my ass, fucked me three times, made me eat my cum and then ate both mine and his. I couldn't help but wonder what else I can get him to do....

I should add my two cents... I did go to the CumUnion last Friday at Steamworks Toronto. Interesting bunch of guys all horned up. Before I go to my room, I noticed a number of guys with their asses up in the air in their rooms, I knew that they were fair game to fuck RAW (and I hadn't removed my clothes yet). It was CumUnion night. I got my clothes off and put away, leaving me with only a jockstrap on. I went on my usual walk through the lighted and darkened areas of Steamworks to see who was doing what to whom. One guy stopped me to suck me off. That got me hard and off I was. An older white bearded fellow had a bigger room to share. I noticed some bare action there and asked if I could join them. I fucked the older guy who fucked the guy in front of him. I really enjoyed this. He asked me whether I was ready to cum. I said not yet as I just arrived. But he did get a good fucking from me which he really enjoyed. A guy I recognized from the private bb party/orgy from the previous week was in line to fuck; he tapped me on the shoulder and said 'hi'. I didn't see him any more that evening. I guess he was fucking guys in their rooms. I'll see him soon at the next private bb party/orgy in December (2 such events next month). I went to the dark room in the back and a guy had his ass to be fucked. So I dove in to his warm ass. It felt really great. He kept moaning and moaning. But I wasn't ready to cum just yet… Onward I went. In the front dark room with glory holes and a big open space I fucked another older guy with a warm ass. He really appreciated me fucking him. He said it felt 'just right'. Later that evening, a few guys wanted their asses fuck near the horse in a smaller dark area. A younger guy who I have fucked before saw me and asked me to fuck him which I did. Then he switched guys. Another guy my age who is versatile offered his ass so I began to fuck him. You get that feeling you're about to let your cum loose and I emptied into him. The younger guy wanted my cum and said do. I said to him next time let me finish in you. He agreed. After 3 hours, I had a lot of cock to suck and asses to fuck. I decided to have an early night. I felt very satisfied. Read1

Sounds like they fucked. The dishonesty and adamant lying are non-negotiables for me, but sounds like you two are on the same page. He's just chicken-shit.

Part 4....................... Don pulled me away from Josh for a private word. I had an inclining of what he wanted to say. “Listen Jase, I know you’re horny about this idea but what would really seal the deal is if you help out in the show,” he commented, giving me that same insane grin. I didn’t immediately answer as the thought of fucking in front of an audience was actually turning me on. “You want me to fuck Ethan, I take it?” I asked. Don didn’t answer, but his smirk said it all. “So, pozzing a negative bottom and some incest for the punters?” I asked in follow-up. “You got it, Jase, and you know you want to,” Don replied, copping a feel through my trousers of my cock, which was now quite hard. “Your head and dick certainly want to,” he added. I kissed him hard, “Fucking cunt, you knew I’d do it,” I remarked after breaking off the kiss, “...but on one condition." “Oh? What?” Don growled back at me although he also knew in the back of his mind what was coming. “If we’re doing incest, I also wanna fuck your son,” I answered, using a completely serious voice. Don looked into my eyes and thought for a couple of seconds before he replied “You know I haven’t wanted to go there. My relationship with Jermaine already took a nose dive after that time he came to live with me and he tried to kiss me,” Don replied, returning my serious expression. “I know, but I also know he loves you very much and wants to show you. He had just found out he was HIV positive and his stepfather had kicked him out. He needed comforting and, in retrospect I think he was sorry how he responded to you that night but I think he feels like you pushed him away and you don’t love him,” I explained, putting my hand on Don’s arm. “He told you?” Don asked me, softening some. “Yeah, when he stayed with me a few months ago. I never told you because he asked me not to,” I continued. Don looked over at his magnificent son who was talking to two of the American distributors. He was extremely handsome with an incredible body. He might not be as beefed-up as his father, but was none the less amazingly ripped and defined, and his cock was almost as big as Don’s. “I love him too” Don said, his eyes welling up. “Show him,” I urged, giving Don a light kiss. After a quick chat to Julian, he called the boys over, explaining “Okay, guys, we need a show. Chris and Sam, would you play together for our guests and Chris, would you top?” he asked the brothers. They both grinned and Ethan looked a little disappointed not to be included with his boyfriend. “Don’t worry Ethan, you have your own special performance to put on,” Julian explained, giving Ethan a smile, as he added “Ben here is negative and wants to convert for the audience,” Julian said, which earned a smile from everyone. "Josh, as you’re packing some deadly seed, would you please do the honours please and breed him?” With this Jermaine was clearly disappointed, so Julian hastened to explain "“Don’t worry Jermaine, you’ll also be putting on a ‘special’ show for us,” giving him a wide smile of pleasure. Both Ethan and Jermaine looked slightly confused but said nothing and Julian moved to the middle of the room before they could say anything else. “Ladies and Gents. If I could have your attention please,” Julian asked in commanding tone. The room fell silent quickly and all heads turned to Julian standing near the large bed in the centre of the room. “As so many of you have commented this evening on our delicious models, we thought we’d put on a little impromptu performance for your pleasure,” he remarked, grinning broadly to the sea of heads. There was a lot of buzzing chatter and a round of applause broke out. “Thank you. Thank you. As you know, BoyToy prides itself on only the very best models and hardcore performances. We want the audience at home to know that if a BoyToy is being bred on video for the first time, he really is HIV negative and wants to convert,” pausing for effect, and then resuming "and tonight we have such a BoyToy who is, in fact, HIV negative and wishes to be bred here tonight for your pleasure.” With that Julian grinned madly at the audience, which once again burst into cheers and clapping. Resuming, Julian added "And as you are all aware, we also have two brothers who have consented to fuck each other for your pleasure," pausing again for more cheers. “You should also know that both boys are negative, or at least they were 24 hours ago before being bred multiple times with poison cum and tonight they are greedy for more.” He finished his remarks to wild applause and a few whoops. “Boys?” Julian called as the lights in the room dimmed while spots shown down on the bed. Chris and Sam walked forward, now completely naked, Chris holding his younger brother's hand. Both were still sporting their induced erections. A wild round of applause followed them to the centre of the room as Josh and Ben followed behind. “Brothers Chris and Sam” Julian announced as Chris and Sam stood in the spot lights glare, “and HIV and very positive Josh and HIV negative Ben” finishing the introductions. After the clapping died down it became hushed very quickly and as background music piped up, both sets of boys started to kiss. Chris was passionately tonguing his younger brother while each caressed and explored his brother's naked body. On the other side of the bed, Josh started making out with Ben who was slightly shorter than Josh, who had, meanwhile, found Ben’s naked bum cheeks and was squeezing hard while Ben clearly had one hand wrapped firmly round Josh’s cock. Chris pushed Sam back onto the bed which was deceptively high, allowing easy access for the top to stand and fuck. Chris was now down on Sam’s cock sucking him hard while he squirmed in pleasure at his elder Brother’s touch. Ben had got to his knees and had Josh’s cock down his throat, expertly sucking him and almost swallowing him whole. The crowd of people standing round moved in closer and coincidentally there was a lot of crotch fondling and re-positioning as cocks as every man's cock had clearly started to swell. Don and I watched from the back of the room on monitors as cameras had been set up to capture all the action,“This is so fucking awesome,” Don whispered. The action had stepped up some and Josh had lifted Ben up and thrown him onto the bed so that Ben’s head was near Sam on the opposite side. Josh then went down on Ben’s cock sucking him hard and very rough. I knew about this aspect of Josh and knew he loved being treated like a sub slut by older guys but equally loved to treat younger ones just as badly. He was sucking Ben, biting him, sucking his balls into his mouth and all the time he had a couple of fingers inside Ben’s cunt causing him discomfort. Clearly Ben was enjoying it though and was moaning loudly for the crowd while pushing Josh’ head down harder. Chris too had upped his game and was now devouring Sam’s cunt, spreading his cheeks and finger fucking him while Sam wanked himself hard. It didn’t take long before Ben and Sam were kissing with tongues as their mouths were close enough albeit upside down. Meanwhile, some of the guys looking on the scene were openly tugging on their dicks as they’d had to release themselves. After a good period of make out Josh stood up to aim his cock at Ben’s cunt and the audience audibly breathed in. Josh wasn’t going to make this easy for Ben either, he’d used his spit to lube his ass and also spat on his hand to rub over his cock then lining up he pushed into Ben with rapid force. Ben squealed loudly which gained another round of applause as Josh started to fuck him. Everyone knew they were watching a healthy HIV negative boy getting a potential infecting from a greedy positive cock and clearly they loved it as more of the men in the audience started wanking hard. I noticed the German guy I’d been talking to almost drooling at the scene with a nice fat dick in his hands. Chris too had stood up and pulled Sam closer to him and again the audience watched ecstatically as he slid his long thick dick into his brother’s cunt. It was like the room lifted up a level in sexual tension as now both boys were being bred. The fucking became intensive and, although all the boys were hard on Viagra, they were clearly reveling in being watched by an audience that was becoming more and more debauched by proceedings. Ben and Sam were both groaning wildly, holding on to the bed as their bodies were being invaded with more ferocity by Josh and Chris. It was almost like each top was spurring the other on to fuck harder. All the boys were now sweating profusely under the hot glare of the lights and the physical excursion of hard fucking. Considering neither Chris, Sam or Josh had ever done anything like this before, each was doing an awesome job which had not escaped Don or Julian’s attention. After nearly ten minutes of fucking action, Sam began to groan loudly and started to cum hard shooting his load so far and hard it projected over his head before hitting his face. The crowd cheered loudly at that one. Ben too was getting close and Josh the ever consummate dirty cunt slowed and bent down to catch his first spurts of cum as Ben too groaned, shooting into Josh’s open mouth before Josh continued to pile drive his ass while swallowing his cum. Chris was the first of the tops to cum and after a few more minutes he slowed, with sweat dripping from his face, pulling out and Sam leaning up on his elbows just managed to catch the first torrent of his brother’s orgasm in his open mouth. He quickly grabbed Chris’ cock and pumped it to lick out all his cum, eating enthusiastically to a huge round of applause from the standing crowd. Now all eyes were on Josh as he continued for another five minutes before he too began to slow and as the crowd held Its collective breath he let out an animal roar as he came hard pumping his deadly load of jizz deep inside Ben’s negative cunt. Again the crowd whooped and applauded loudly as Josh collapsed onto Ben’s sweaty and cum covered body, kissing madly but all the time keeping his cock deep inside him. Julian stepped forward and addressed the crowd, “Pozz load one” he said grinning happily to yet more applause. “I hope you enjoyed round one” he said looking at the happy faces before him, “If you have the need, I’m sure the boys would be happy to take any deposits you have” He said looking at the hard cocks before him. All the boys looked very happy as cocks started moving forward to them and as four willing mouths opened up, cum started shooting from a number of directions. Don and I were so turned on I had my hand wrapped round his fat dick and he had a finger up my cunt as we watched the four lads take copious amounts of cum, bukkake style. Ben seemed to be getting most loads, which we suspected were perhaps poz, to help him convert, but Josh, Sam and Chris were receiving plenty themselves and what they got they shared while kissing and cumswapping. The whole scene was amazing. When the piss started flowing the boys didn’t disappoint either and were open mouthed taking what ever came their way, “Fucking awesome” Don growled at me. “So are you?” I asked him, feeling so turned on right now from drink and live sex while pumping a huge fat cock. “Yeah, I’ll fuck him” He grinned back at me. “Sweet” I replied as we kissed again. To be continued ..................................

I always try to keep it in. Sometimes with a butt plug for added insurance It makes superior lube for the next breeder to enjoy my hole than any synthetic lube. I also LOVE that tangy smell cum gets after its been inside your hole for a while. DRIVES ME WILD!!!

My Three Way With Two Barrio Boys This is a related story to Barrio Boy Gives Me a Load posted earlier. I was still grappling with the raw pig inside of me wanting to get out and with the exception of a lover I had about that time who only fucked me raw (we both had tested negative just before meeting), I still played safe except for the occasional hook up, usually when I was having some beer and feeling less inhibited. But oh the guilt after! I had gone back to the streets around the clubs on North Main in San Antonio a few times to see if I could meet the guy that had fucked me raw in a parking lot again, but never did. I did hook up with a couple other guys, but nothing memorable, they all played safe and the only real excitement was not knowing if they were gay, bi, or what and that they appeared to be from the West Side of the city. There was one car I remembered seeing several times, a dark blue/black Chevy Caprice. I thought the guy driving looked Hispanic, about my age, mid-20s, he usually had a bandana around his forehead, cigarette in one hand, and he would drive by slow, look, but never stopped or gave any indication he was interested. It had been a few months since I had been to those clubs and things got crazy as the Latin singer Selena had just been murdered. One of her clothing stores was on Broadway Blvd, which was two blocks from my house and people from all over Texas descended on the store, which became a makeshift memorial to Selena. The street and parking lots up and down Broadway was filled with cars, people playing her music, just hanging out. The day after it happened I decided to walk over to see the crowds and what was going on. As I got to the end of my street I stopped in the parking lot there of this little convenience store and to check out all the people. Almost as soon as I walked into the parking lot I noted the first car – it looked just like that Chevy I had seen by the clubs and had two guys sitting on the hood with a six-pack between them and I could swear one of them was the guy I had seen drive by on the street before by the clubs. So I stood off to the side and just watched them and everyone else for a while and finally went into the store and grabbed some beer. I came back and then walked up by the car and stood just off to the left so I could get a better look at them. The guy closest to me – the one I thought I had seen before - did look about my age, short buzzed cut hair with a blue bandana around his forehead, clean cut face, he had on a white tank top with big yellow pit stains, some pretty cool looking tats on his arm, and seemed pretty built, about 6’1, maybe 180 or so. The other guy with him looked about 10 years older, long hair pulled back in a pony tail, pretty thick mustache, no shirt, but also had some tattoos on his arms. I was on my third beer when they caught me looking at them. Fuck – I wanted to run I was so embarrassed, but just nodded and said “Hey, what’s up?” The guy closest to me said they were just hanging and I could set my beer on their car if I wanted. I said thanks and introduced myself and the younger guy said his name was ‘Santos’ and introduced me to other guy but all I caught was “…my cousin..” as I was too busy staring at the bulge in Santo’s pants. With his leg hanging over the side of the hood, the jeans were stretched tight across his thigh and his cock clearly showed running down his thigh. DAMN! My ass got wet right then with lust – and again – I got caught looking. He didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the street and the crowd while I blushed. So, I just stood there and chatted with Santos and his cousin for a while, drank the rest of my 6-pack, and Santos offered me some of his beer. His cousin barely said two words to me, gathered he spoke mainly Spanish as he would say stuff to Santos in Spanish, but little in English to me, so I focused my attention on Santos. I had figured my lust was a lost cause, so was just enjoying hanging out, and watching the crowds come and go from across the street at Selena’s store. “You live near here?” Santos asked. I was off in lust land looking at his dick again, couldn’t help it. I came back to reality and said yeah, just up the street on the next block and hey, if you guys want a break from the heat (it was only about 80 and about 3:00 in the afternoon, but we were all sweating, so… figured what the hell) you’re welcome to come hang out a bit. Santos said he had to take a piss, then chatted with his cousin some, who shook his head yes, and it seemed like I had company. I first ran into the store, grabbed a case of beer, hopped in their car, and we drove to my house. I showed Santos the bathroom (I wanted to watch so bad), took the beer to kitchen, then sat down in the living room with his cousin. His cousin just smiled, and worked on his beer, so I turned on the TV. As Santos walked back into the living room he was adjusting his dick in his pants – damn – I could not help staring again. This time he did not seem to notice but his cousin sure did. Crap, last thing I needed to do was get grief from some straight dudes in my own house. Santos and his cousin then started speaking in Spanish to each other about something, and I just gulped my beer down and tried not to get scared. Santos then said, “You want to party man?” I said sure, we can hang out. Santos and his cousin chatted some more, Santos asked if I had any cash as his cousin would go get some food and stuff as he was hungry, so I gave them $80 and said my treat, and his cousin left. As soon as his cousin left Santos asked if I had any movies. I said yeah and knelt down my TV cabinet to see what I had. He came over and stood by as I pulled tapes out, his dick was inches from my face if I turned right, so it was hard to focus. As I pulled tapes out he reached down and grabbed one – some gay porn. Oh fuck – but he just handed it to me and said “This one.” Hmmm, did not expect that, but yes Sir! I popped in the VCR tape, got it going and when I turned around Santos had his pants around his ankles just standing in the middle of my living room with a big old dick pointing straight west! “Suck it for me,” he said, so I scooted over on my knees and started sucking him. He was uncut, and long, one of the longest dicks I had ever seen, but not that fat. His dick was so hard the skin was stretched way back down his shaft and the veins on his dick were sticking out rough and hard. I then realized he had on a LEATHER COCKRING – wow – one of those kinds that have snaps, looked like it was choking his dick, and his balls looked red and angry. Focus – so I just kept sucking him all the while worrying about his cousin who could come back anytime and as the spread between my thumb and pinky is 9 inches and his dick went beyond that, figured he was a good 10, 10 ½ and then started to worry as not sure I could take something that big. “Get some lotion,” Santos said. Huh? I was so focused on his dick, barely heard him, but scrambled up, ran to the bedroom, got a bottle of Vaseline Lotion, some condoms, a towel and the poppers and practically ran back hoping he had not left. He was standing in the same position, facing the TV with his big hard dick looking even harder. I handed the lotion to him with the condoms, bent over and started hitting the poppers. I was ready for him to ram it in, but was scared and excited as I wanted it so bad. Instead I felt his hands on my ass as he knelt behind me and spread my cheeks. His tongue started licking the outer edges of my ass. One cheek, then the next, each lick getting a little closer to my crack. I was in heaven already and started to moan. “You like that Pappi?” Santos asked. Oh yes, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I started to beg. He kept on licking and then started slurping with his tongue getting closer to my hole and if not for his hands on my hips I would have been jumping all over the place with the excitement his mouth was causing. His tongue then pushed into my hole and I leaned forward more to try to open up. I could not stop moaning at that point as getting my ass ate makes me want to get fucked so bad and this man knew what he was doing! Just when I thought I could not take it anymore and might actually cum, Santos stood up, I heard him squirt some lotion and for a brief second asked in my mind if he had put on a condom? Fuck it – I did not care and right then wanted to feel him cum in me more than anything. So I hit the poppers. Again I expected him to just push his dick in, but he didn’t. He slid a finger up my ass, which made me jump, He pushed it in and pulled it out a little, then worked a second one in. I was not used to being fingered as it often just hurt, but this felt good and I started to moan some more and then heard myself say “Please fuck me, please fuck me.” Damn – was that my outside voice? Santos said, “What do you want?” So I just started repeating – begging – please fuck me, please fuck me. His fingers left my ass and I heard the lotion again. This time it was his dick for sure so I bent over, put my right hand on the coffee table to brace myself, took a big hit of poppers and said again, “Please fuck me.” Santos obliged me as I felt his dick push against my hole and slowly begin to slide in. Fuck – it hurt a little, but I wanted him so badly I started pushing back as I wanted him all inside of me. Another hit of poppers, I felt the warmth of his dick and pushed back again. This time Santos moaned and I felt the leather cock ring and his balls hit up against my ass. He stayed like that for a little bit, just buried in my ass, then he started shifting his hips to the side, pulling out a little and pushing in, slow and easy. Small little circles each time pulling out a little further. I was jerking myself hard and was so horny feeling his cock like that. He reached out, pushed my hand off my dick and said “No, just feel me.” I never got fucked without jerking my dick, but held back and what an amazing feeling. Him slowly grinding in and out of my ass. He soon picked up the pace and started doing a straight shot in and out of my hole. Each thrust he would pull back, go balls deep, grunt, pull back, and go balls deep. Faster and faster and now his hips and whole front were slapping up against my ass each time he buried his cock. He then put his hands on my shoulders and I felt him tense up and he shot his load. His legs shook, he grunted, moaned, and said something in Spanish I had no idea what, but hoped it was good. Once he stopped, he just stayed like that and I felt his dick begin to soften and it then slowly slid out my hole. Hot cum began running down my leg and I knew then he had not put the condom on – and I loved it. I wanted his cum. I went to the bedroom to get another towel and when I cam back Santos had his pants pulled up, but had left his tank top off, and was looking through the pile of movies. He stopped the gay porn that was playing, popped in a straight porn, then stood up, came over to me, and started kissing me. My knees literally buckled and I felt weak still feeling the hotness of his cum leaking out my ass and then his kiss. He pulled off my mouth, looked at me, “Did you like?” I had a huge goofy grin and laughed as I replied it was awesome, and thank you. We both grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch. Santos kept leaning over to kiss me and every thrust of his tongue made my dick hard and ass ache to feel him inside me again. By now the cum leaking out my ass had made a wet spot in my shorts, so I could feel the wetness as a reminder of his load. About 10 minutes later his cousin came back, walked in, saw the porn playing, lotion and condoms on the coffee table, he looked at Santos, then me, set the food on the coffee table, and said something to Santos in Spanish. Again I had no idea what they were talking about but within seconds his cousin had sat down, was taking his shoes off, and pulling his pants down. I looked from Santos, to him, back to Santos who just smiled and said “He’s wants to fuck you – ok?” Yeah OK! His cousin’s dick was a good 8 inches, fatter than Santos’, and also uncut. I went over to suck him, but he just turned me around, spit on his hand, rubbed the head of his dick, and pushed it in as I was already full of Santos’ cum. Whew – I hit the poppers, caught my breath, and looked over at Santos who was just watching. The cousin did not last long and fucked faster faster then tensed and shot. He yanked out, slapped my ass, and said “Good – hmmm – good.” I now had two loads of cum trying to run down my leg, so grabbed the towel, tried to mop myself up, while the cousin got dressed and Santos watched. We then all sat down in the living room and busted open the Mexican fast food the cousin had brought and made small talk, but did not speak a word about them fucking me. But with every bite of food I kept thinking about their cum in me and hoping I would get more. We finished dinner and it was still early, only about a 5:00 p.m., so I figured they would head out, but Santos said, “You ready to party?” I thought we had been, so not sure what he was talking about but said sure. His cousin reached into his pants, brought out a bag of white powder, smiled at us, then got down to partying. I had never done that before, but figured what the hell and joined in. Before I knew it I was on my knees taking turns sucking on their dicks as they sat on the couch watching the porn. My knees were getting sore, so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and put it under my knees as Santos and his cousin spoke to each other. His cousin got up, pushed the coffee table away from the couch, walked behind me, I heard the lotion squirt, he then sort of bent down and plopped his dick into my hole and started pumping while I continued to suck Santos. WOW! That felt amazing. I didn’t know if it was from partying or just never having had a dick in that position before, but my ass felt hot and tingly and it felt like I could feel every square inch of his cock, as well as Santos’ dick in my mouth. This time the cousin fucked rough and hard and I had bruises on my hips the next day where he and Santos had grabbed a hold of me and dug in when they fucked that night. My jaw was starting to hurt, and my knees hurt, so I said I needed to stand up and pulled off Santos’ dick and his cousin pulled out and stepped back. I asked them if they wanted to go to the bedroom and Santos said sure, but let’s take another hit. So we partied a little more, drank a little beer, and I led them back to the bedroom suite. The cousin walked straight into the bathroom to piss, and Santos and I laid down on the futon mattress on the floor. Santos laid me on my side, pushed my right leg forward over my left, and pushed his hard dick into my hole. It did not even hurt this time, just felt like a very hot poker going up my ass. It was so hot and for a second afraid something was wrong. I started to push away, and he wrapped his arms around me, leaned over my shoulder, and started licking my ear. DAMN – I melted again and relaxed. About then his cousin came back, knelt on the futon by my head and stuck his dick in my mouth. Santos kept deep dicking my ass while his cousin fucked my mouth. The cousin grabbed both sides of my face and started to really fuck my throat. I choked a little and my eyes started to tear up as he fucked harder and faster and harder and then shot in my mouth. His cum tasted awful. Very musky, rank, and strong, but I swallowed every drop and sucked harder until he pulled out and laid on his back on the futon and closed his eyes. His chest was covered in sweat and was breathing hard as I ran my hand over his torso feeling the sweat as Santos kept fucking me. Santos then said “Get on your knees.” So, I pulled off his dick and scooted onto my hands and knees beside his cousin who was still laying there with his eyes closed. Santos pushed his cock back in my ass and was long dicking me. Pulling almost all the way and going all the way back in. Nice long, slow and steady strokes. The poppers seemed to have stopped working and my insides felt like they were clenching up. I asked if we could take a little break and Santos yanked out in one pull, stood up, and headed to the living room. Fuck – I blew it, I thought. He’s pissed. The cousin was still laying there on the futon, so I got up and followed Santos to the living room. He was sitting on the couch and I asked if he was OK, and if he was mad I asked for a break. “No, no, it’s good man,” he said, and so we partied a little more. His cousin soon joined us and we kept watching the porn, partying, and drinking. Soon the cousin’s dick was hard again and I went to get on my knees to suck him, but he kept me standing and turned me around, so my ass was towards him. He then guided me to sit down onto his dick, which went in easy as hell as I was pretty opened up by then. Santos was sitting beside us so I reached over and started stroking his dick. The cousin’s cock felt so good and I started riding up and down as hard as I could and he started to moan. He moaned louder and louder and then shot another load up my ass. Fuck yeah!!! His hot cum started dripping out my ass and my hole throbbed, and it felt so good. Condoms were the farthest thing from my mind at that point and I just wanted more – more raw dick, more cum, and more cum. Santos then grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and so I slipped the cousin’s dick out of my ass and stepped over, and backed down on Santo’s cock. DAMN – forgot how long he was and in that position felt like he was way up in my guts. Santos started thrusting his hips and pushing his dick up into me. My hole was wet and sloppy from all the cum and was making squishy noises. He held my hips/ass hard and dug his fingers in as he fucked me. The cousin the got off the couch and went to the bathroom. When he came back he knelt in front of me and put my dick in his mouth. WHAT THE FUCK? I was the bottom and had never had a top want to suck me – oh fucking hell that felt good. His mouth on my dick and Santos in my ass. I was in total bliss and soon said “Oh stop, please stop, I’m going to cum – no – I can’t get fucked after I cum, no stop.” Neither one stopped, Santos fucked harder as he held my arms by my side now and the cousin sucked my dick. I could feel the cum start up my dick and it wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop it, and started to shake, twitch and literally convulse as I blew my load into the cousin’s mouth and started moaning and groaning louder then before. My ass clenched up and wrapped tight around the dick in my ass, and this set Santos off as he grabbed my hips/ass, dug his fingers hard into my flesh and moaned and groaned as he shot his cum up my ass. Once he stopped shaking, he turned my face to the side and leaned forward and kissed me deep and hard and filled my mouth with his spit as he kissed me. I could barely breathe. We detangled from each other, I stood up, and excused myself to use the bathroom. I could not hold it in anymore and so much cum and juice came out of me, I could not believe it. I washed my face, went back to the living room, and Santos and his cousin were both sitting on the couch now, naked, passing the party supplies back and forth. I sat on the chair, and joined in. I’m not sure what time it was, but it was dark out, and we spent a while more in the living room with Santos or the cousin fucking me for a few or having me suck their dick, then partying some more, drinking, making small talk, and watching porn. What we talked about I have no idea, even the next day it was sort of a blur, but they did not shoot any more loads, and I was sort of disappointed as while the fucking felt good, I knew I had become a cum hound and just wanted to taste and feel their hot loads. As it got later we ended back up in the bedroom with me on my stomach on the futon and the cousin fucking me. My ass did not hurt anymore, I was too fucked up, and was just enjoying feeling the cousin and Santos. While the cousin fucked me, Santos laid beside me kissing me, from rough and hard, to gentle and sweet, and my mouth was getting fucked by his tongue harder then my ass was by the cousin’s dick. At some point I passed out, or fell asleep, and the next thing I remember is hand covering my mouth and feeling someone’s body move onto my back and shove their cock into my ass. Santos. I could not really move my head, but peering to the right could see the cousin was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Santos kept his right hand over my mouth, put his head down against mine and started nibbling and licking on my left ear. I was feeling more sober by then as my ass hurt – not in a good way – felt like I had been torn up and started to fidget and try to shift a little. Santos just pressed his body harder onto me and pushed his torso a little more forward so his dick pushed deeper and straight down into my hole instead of just going in level. This hurt even more and I started wimper. His grip on my mouth got tighter, his left hand was on my left hip pushing me down, and he angled himself a little to the right and thrust even harder. Right then I wanted him to stop, I could not take any more, but he held me tight and fucked harder, and harder, and harder. He leaned into my ear and said “Yeah baby, give it to me, yeah baby. Open that hole. Yeah baby,” as he fucked harder and harder. Between my whimpering and Santos slamming into me I was sure the cousin would wake up, but he kept sleeping. I had no choice but to lay there and take the fucking Santos was giving me and after a while the pain gave way as my dick got hard and my body responded to Santos being inside me. I realized how much I was craving the feeling of his raw dick in my ass and started moaning and trying to push back on him to meet his thrusts. Santos pumped harder and faster and when he shot I could feel him unload in my ass. It felt so warm. He then slid off my back and onto the futon by my right side next to his cousin. His hand was still over my mouth and I started kissing his hand as he relaxed and soon he was asleep. I laid there with my ass throbbing feeling the heat of Santos as he lay beside me and hearing his cousin snore on the other side. We all got up the next morning and I made some breakfast as Santos and his cousin took turns showering. When the cousin was in the shower Santos held me close and gave me a long, deep kiss. I asked if he had a good time and he said, “Oh yeah Pappi.” I told him I had fun too and hoped I got to see him again. Santos just kissed me some more and smiled. I saw Santos almost every Friday night after night for several months. I never knew if Santos was his first name or last, where he worked or lived (besides on the West side), or even his phone number. It was all about the dick, ass, and cum and just small talk. He always called me, and always showed up on Friday with his cock ring on and his dick hard and throbbing and ready to cum in me and he usually gave me 3 or 4 loads over the course of the night/next morning. A couple more times his cousin showed up too and we would do an all night party and fuck three-way session. They never asked me if he could come by, guess it was something they worked out as he would just show up when Santos was there and jump right in and give me some dick and cum. Those two boys would wear my ass out on those nights, but every time Santos made sure his was the last cock and load I would get – usually by waking me up in the middle of the night with his cock sliding up my ass and his hand over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, ““Yeah baby, give it to me, yeah baby. Open that hole. Yeah baby” until he flooded my hole with his cum.