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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…

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 -

(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.

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.

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.

HOT.....as usual!

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.

So just wanted some input... I had a suspicion my boyfriend had cheated on me a few months ago. I made a blank Grindr and got hit up by some guy. He asked for a pic so I sent him a pic of my boyfriend. Immediately was like hey dude its been awhile how have you been etc...so I probed and got that he fucked him on his friends couch a few months ago. I confront the boyfriend who denied for 45 minutes, then admitted he met him at the casino, brought him back, did some oral and jerking off, fingering, rimming...but claims no actual sex. The dude explicitly said in the messages "I loved fucking your ass" so I think he's lying. Maybe he thinks getting fucked would be too far or something... opinions? (FYI - not even mad. dude was hot as fuck. I jerked off thinking about it. just wanna know if he did or not...)

As a bareback top, I know everyone has his own desires and own preferences, but for me, there is no better feeling then sliding raw into a nearly smooth tight Asian Ass. Asians in general turn me on to an amazing degree. So often they seem hypersenstive compared to other more rough guys. Fucking a pig is nice, but often it seems their skin, nipples, cock, have lost a lot of sensitivity, so often I can make an Asian slut dance and sing just by a gentle touch of a nipple or armpit. And my god do they go for rimming. So many Asians I end up breeding after starting off with some rimming. Just yesterday I met a guy at a sleazy porn shop in Phoenix, Az. Cute guy, maybe 35, looked like he could have been 20. Said he really needed a BJ and nothing else. Took him back to my place, got him naked, and after some short sucking of his cock, went after his ass. God, the way he moaned and made these cute girly noises had me rock hard. I kept rimming him and he gave me a "just don't fuck me." After some chewing his tilts I started grinding my cock to his hole and that got him to "Fuck me, but use a condom" I relented on this for a bit, just to get inside him. Poor guy had no idea what he was getting into. Ten minutes later I slide out, yanked off the condom and slid back in. If he felt the difference, he didn't say anything. Soon I was getting close and then kept the best part. Just to be "fair" I told him I was going to breed him. This got him going and he started babbling "make baby in me, make me your wife! make baby!!!" Fuck I had to fight the urge to yell as I blasted my load. I could feel myself bucking inside him and the whole time I just held him under me. For anyone else that knows this joy, I urge you to share your conquests as well. Nothing is as good as Breeding Asian Ass.

I'd taken to jogging after work only recently. Despite what usually happens in college, I'd lived a relatively healthy lifestyle. I played basketball, did a bit of swimming and didn't really party too much like a lot of my friends did. My main vice was that I guess I used my allure as a sportsman to sleep with plenty of girls. Now those days were well behind me I was doing my best to get back to a shape where I'd get some attention again. I got home and quickly ate some of the leftovers in the fridge and got into my running gear. I'd gotten bored running the same way each night so I thought I'd try another park in town. I wasn't sure whether the leftovers had been left for too long or I'd started running too quickly afterwards but it didn't take too long before I needed to start looking for a toilet block. Eventually I found one in a tucked away corner of the park. It wasn't in the best condition and the area looked a bit sketchy but I wasn't really in a position to try anywhere else. The immense sense of relief as I sat in the cubicle changed when I heard a heap of male voices entering the block. Perhaps it was a tour group or a sports team or something on a bus trip home? I heard them greeting and introducing each other, what were they doing? Shortly after, I heard muttering of "Get those clothes off", the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, the gate being slammed shut and locked and my blood froze. A gay orgy was about to happen! How was I going to get out of this? I sat there scared out of my wits as voices came closer to my cubicle, and then I heard one of them. "Shit, there's someone in here!" "Fuck," I thought to myself. "Looks like we've got someone crashing our party. It's OK, you can come out. We won't bite....hard" I wiped my ass, pulled my shorts up, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. All I could see were naked male bodies, something like 10-15 of them, all over each other and all different ages & races. "God, what a fucking hottie. And a great new addition to the group." one of the guys said as he looked across at me. "Sorry guys, you don't understand. I'm straight....I'm here by accident." "Nobody's here at this time of night by accident." said one of the guys as he walked over towards me, naked and hard. I gulped nervously. "Looks like we've got a swallower!" he said to the others. Some looked over at me while the rest were more than happy keeping each other amused. A couple of the other guys stood up and walked over. "Everyone in here has to join the party" "But I don't want to..." "Like he said," said the other guy. "You don't have a choice" and they each grabbed one of my arms and pushed me to my knees. "Open your mouth" ordered the first guy that saw me. "No way!" I replied before getting a slap across the face. "You'll do exactly what we say if you want to get out of here in one piece." My wallet was removed from my shorts. "And if you tell anyone, we'll make your life hell" In a complete state of shock I opened my mouth and almost immediately the main guy's cock hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I was choking on his cock and his groin pressed against my face. I had no chance to protect myself as both my arms were held. 'He's a natural," I heard him say as the other two laughed. I felt strong hands at my legs, lifting me up so that I was horizontal with the ground. When I tried to kick out, the guy facefucking me pushed hard into me, "What did I tell you about funny business?" I felt my shorts being taken off. "What a great ass he's got too" I heard one say. "I can't wait to get a piece of it." I'd never been so scared as I felt hands pawing at my ass. "You guys are so good, the four of you are like a fuckbench" and I was being held in midair, spreadeagled. The unmistakenly behind me and between my legs. "Looks like a great virgin pussy" and I felt the cold shock of lube on my ass. The only hope I had was that he had a condom on. As if reading my thoughts, the guy facefucking me said "And we only play raw too." I squirmed in the four guys' arms and was reprimanded once more. "Just ride it out bitch til we've had our fun." I felt a cockhead pressing against my ass and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside me. I gasped in shock which allowed the guy in front to push his cock further down my throat and I choked a bit. "I love it when a guy gags" That in turn must've put pressure on my ass muscles as the guy fucking me shot his load inside me within seconds. "God Bill, cumming too early again. Get him to clean it off while I get a piece of that" said the guy facefucking me. Bill pulled out and they swapped over. The guy that'd taken my throat was now about to take my ass. As Bill pulled out I felt cum dribble out of my ass and onto the floor. I felt someone positioning themselves beneath me, a skinny ill-looking guy who wouldn't have been much more than 20. "Can't let all of that beautiful cum go to waste" he said. "You're such a slut Chris", the guy ploughing my ass said. "haha, true Bruce. But unwilling sluts are so much more fun." and then he started to work my cock. Despite my best efforts and the shock I was feeling, Chris was so good my cock grew quickly in his mouth. It must've turned a lot of the guys on as I could feel cum splattering onto my back. To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. I was going through the horror of being gang raped yet also receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. It didn't take long before I was cumming deep down Chris' throat and Bruce shot inside me shortly after. I'd taken two loads inside me and no idea how many had been shot over me. I had a sense there was plenty more to come. My hopes were raised when I was placed on the ground but they were dashed quickly when wrist ties were placed on me and I was dragged to one of the cubicles. As I looked down at myself I was shocked but not totally surprised given the treatment I'd received to see a little bit of blood running down my leg. Same for all virgins I guess. My arms were tied to the cistern and a leg tied to each side of the stall with my ass facing the door, open for all to take advantage of. I honestly lost count of the number of guys that took my ass while I was in that position. I'd become pretty deadened to the whole experience. I'd feel a pair of my hands at my hips, a cock slipping inside and they'd pound away inside me until I felt them shoot. I didn't want to turn around but I could tell from the sounds that guys were having their cocks sucked so they were ready to go once it was their turn. I'd effectively become a cumdump. I guess this had gone on for an hour or two before they decided they wanted me in a new position. I'd given up fighting by this stage and so offered little resistance when they pushed me onto the dirty floor on my back and tied my arms and legs wide in an extreme X position. Most of the time I was tagteamed while I was in that position, one guy fucking my ass and the other my throat. I took load after load down my throat, in my ass and on my body as some of the guys jerked off or pissed on me as they watched. Banging on the locked door woke me from my trance. "Big Jake must be here" one of the guys said. It didn't worry me too much, I'd been through so much already, what else could be done to me? And then I saw Big Jake. Jake was a massive black guy, easily 6ft7 and probably 300 pounds, all muscle. He took his shirt off but all I could see was the rapidly growing monster cock in his shorts, it had to be 13 inches. "Is this a new guy?" he asked. "Nah, some guy who pretended to be just passing" Bruce replied. "Has he been inducted?" "Should be, but you'll make sure of it." Bruce then turned to me. "From memory we're all poz, but Big Jake has the most toxic seed of all of us. If you weren't poz before you DEFINITELY will be once he's through with you." He lay on top of me and his massive, rock hard cock probed my hole and, given the battering it had taken through the night, he entered me pretty easily despite his incredible size. I could feel his cock pounding my prostate and I found myself grunting in time. "God I love straight pussy," Jake whispered in my ear. "And it's even better when I'm pozzing it." As I felt his cock thickening inside me I came heavily, my whole body shuddering underneath him. His load shortly joined the numerous ones I'd taken through the night and with that I finally passed out. I came to about four hours later, being shaken by a groundsman from the park. "Come on faggot, you've had your sleep. Time to go home." "I'm not a faggot..." "That's not what your chest says. Now get up, put your clothes on and go home." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Someone had written "POZ FAG" on my chest in permanent marker. I pulled my top back on, gingerly pulled my shorts over my aching and filled ass and made my way home, my life changed permanently.

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.

Throat? Cunt? Which hole do you enjoy a man to fuck and seed? Personal favorite is unloading down the throat while cutting off air. But some fags seem to only want the cunt bred. Personal preference?

I finally got to play out one of my fantasies yesterday afternoon. I've always wanted to pick up one of the illegal Latinos who hang out in front of the local nursery, Home Depot and Loews, looking to get hired to undertake work in one's yard or home. As I drove into my local nursery yesterday, the usual group of nearly a dozen Latinos hanging near the entrance to the parking lot. A cute, buff, dark-skinned Mexican guy in his early 20's caught my eye. Not only was he naturally dark skinned, it was obvious the hours he had spent out in the hot Las Vegas sun had given him a very dark tan. Apparently he realized I was checking him out, as he motioned to me and smiled as I drove past him en route to the parking lot. Still I drove past him, parked and went into the nursery where I selected a Mediterranean Fan Palm that I wanted to plant in my yard. It was in a large 10 gallon container. Two nursery workers lifted it into my SUV, but I realized once I arrived home I wouldn't be able to lift it out, let alone maneuver it to the location where I wanted to plant it. In addition, it occurred to me the record breaking heat here in the desert was so severe that I really wasn't looking forward to digging a hole and planting the bugger, so, just as I drove out of the parking lot, I stopped at the curb in front the guy who had flashed me a smile, and, rolling down my passenger side window I hollered "Hey! You looking for work?" He walked over to my car and stuck his head in my window asking "Si. What you need me to do?" "I need help planting this palm. Can you do that?" "Si." "Would you do it for $40?" "For $50 I will have my cousin, Eduardo help me. We will get it done quick for you. I'm Jessie. My cousin and I work good for you." He motioned for his cousin to come over to my car. Eduardo looked to be close to the same age, a little taller, perhaps 5'9", 150 pounds. He, like his cousin, was wearing a long sleeved shirt over a black wife beater tee-shirt, jeans and heavy boots. With a floppy flannel cowboy hat on to protect from the brutal Vegas sun. Eduardo didn't say anything, but flashed me a handsome smile as he peered into my car window. "Deal. Hop in," I said. Both guys jumped into my back seat and we took off for my home a few miles away. I was a bit nervous, having two strangers climb into my car. But, it was also exciting. I was entering the 'unknown'. We reached my home in about 15 minutes. I let them both out on my driveway, then I pulled all the way into my shaded garage and unlocked the back of my SUV. I jumped out and pulled open the back of the car and they both pulled the palm out of the car. "Where you want it?" Jessie asked. I walked over to the area I wanted the palm planted and pushed some of the landscape rock away to mark the spot. Jessie and Eduardo lifted the palm and brought it to where I wanted it planted. "I'll show you where my shovels and other garden tools are in my garage. Follow me." Leading the two guys into my garage, I pulled out two shovels, showed them where my potting soil and palm food was, explaining I wanted mixed with the dirt that they dug up when planting. I pulled the hose out for them and then told them I'd be in the house if they needed me. DAMN! The temp was 113 degrees. I felt bad for them out there in that heat. But I made a big jug of ice water. Took that and some cups out to them. By now, both had taken off their long sleeve shirts and were in their wife beater tee shirts. These cousins looked more like brothers. Similar in size, build and muscles. Eduardo was definitely the taller of the two, perhaps by two inches, but other than that, they could almost be twins. They even dressed alike. It took about 35 minutes for them to dig the hole and plant the tree. I'd looked out my front window a few times to check on their progress and to check out their hot bodies. Once they were done I could hear them putting the shovels and other planting tools back where I got them in my garage. Then Jessie knocked on my door from the garage. "We're done, Senor. You want to look?" he asked. I followed them back to the palm. They had done a great job and had put all the ground cover rock back around the tree. "Nice job, guys. Thanks. Would you like a beer?" I asked as I opened my door from the garage and invited them in. "Gracias, but we're really dirty, Senor. We shouldn't come in," Jessie replied. "Nonsense. Take off your boots. You'll be fine. Come in." I held the door open and both guys hesitantly came into my cool home. "Gracias, Senor. It feel nice and cool in here." I motioned for them to take a seat at my table as I pulled a couple of beers from the fridge. I handed them the cold beers and they downed them instantly. The heat had gotten to them. Who knows how many hours they had been standing out in front of the store before they came to work for me. Reaching back into the fridge I grabbed two more beers which I gave to Eduardo and Jessie. They gladly accepted the offer. Then I pulled out a bottle of Patron from my pantry and poured each of us a shot of Patron. "Oh, no, Senor. I have to work," Eduardo laughed. Up until now, Jessie had been the only one to talk. "Nonsense. Drink up," I replied as I downed the Patron. Both guys did the same and we downed the second beers a bit more slowly. "Thank you so much, guys. I appreciate your help. Good job. Would you both like to rinse off in my shower before I take you back? You'll feel so much better to get that dirt off you and cool down in a cool shower," I suggested. "Oh, no, Senor. We're good," Jessie protested. "No. Really. Take a quick rinse in the shower. You'll feel more like going back to work in that hot sun." I urged. Both guys looked at each other, puzzled at least at first, but then Eduardo looked up at me, smiled, saying "Gracias, Senor. I like that." I got up and told them to follow me to the master bedroom. I have a large master with a big king sized bed. And an overstuffed leather love seat and ottoman in front of the large screen TV at the opposite side of the room. I walked into the master bathroom and pulled out a couple of bath towels and washcloths from the cabinet. And put them on the edge of the tub, next to the shower. Then I came back into the bedroom and told them to go ahead and shower. Eduardo wasn't shy. He quickly stripped his clothes off. He was sporting a nice uncut dick of about six inches, sporting an ample foreskin which was draped over his cock head. Stepping into my shower he turned on the water as I took a seat on the loveseat, which gave me a direct view of the bathroom mirror in which I could see Eduardo soaping up his beautiful, brown, naked body. "Have a seat, Jessie," I said as I patted the cushion next to me on the loveseat. "I'm too dirty to sit on your couch," Jessie protested. "Well, take your clothes off, then. You're going to need to to shower, anyway," I suggested, flashing him a friendly smile. Jessie began to undress. He seemed very nervous and awkward, but he stripped to his boxers and came over to sit next to me on the sofa. His body was also nicely toned from all his hard labor. I flipped on the TV in front of us, immediately punching in the channel number for one of the straight softcore porn channel which I could get on cable tv. A beautiful, blonde, busty woman was on the screen sucking off a black guy. "Oh, shit!", I laughed. "Got the fuck channel on here. Want me to change the channel? Or do you want to watch?'' I asked him with a smile on my face. "It okay," Jessie replied, his eyes glued to the TV. Eduardo, meanwhile, finished showering and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom he could clearly see the TV screen, and his eyes were also glued to the TV, even as he toweled himself dry. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him wrap the towel around his waist as he stepped back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothing. A very visible rise under his towel was very evident: he was getting a hard on. I turned and patted Jessie's thigh suggesting "Your turn for the shower," as I viewed the bulge which, like his cousin's, was quite evident. He stood and pulled his boxers down as a nearly full on erection bounced up in front of him. He quickly went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. Eduardo took his towel off and continued to dry off with the towel. His cock now standing straight out in front of him. He blushed a bit as he saw me staring at his cock. I stood and walked over to Eduardo. He stopped toweling off and stood there naked and hard in front of me. I reached over and took his hard cock into my hand. He didn't move. Nor move to push me away. So, I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his foreskin. His cock tasted sweet and clean from the shower. I pushed him back so that he then sat on the edge of the bed and again began to suck on his cock. He was fully hard and my lips pushed his foreskin back from his cockhead. I sucked on his cock, taking it to the back of my throat. Then I lifted his legs and sucked his balls. He moaned. Then I licked down to his asshole and licked it. He moaned louder. Just then, I heard the shower turn off. Jessie stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. He could see back into the bedroom and saw his cousin, still naked, laying on his back, his legs to his chest, with my face buried in his cousin's ass. Jessie said something to his cousin in Spanish. His cousin answered back in Spanish. They conversed for a moment, then Jessie walked over to us. His cock also growing to full hardness. I motioned for Jessie to sit next to his cousin on the bed. I then took turns sucking on each man's cock and balls. Finally I stood up. "Eduardo. Get on my bed and kneel on it. I wanna eat your ass." Eduardo got onto the bed and knelt on it. His ass to my face. I knelt on the edge of the bed and put my face to Eduardo's ass and began to eat his hole. I then spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with the spit. I did that several times. Then went back to eating Eduardo's brown, puckered hole. I felt Jessie feeling my ass and fingering my hole. Then I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Before putting his cock up to it and push in. He quickly plopped into my hole and began to fuck. I ate Eduardo for several minutes. Then he turned and laid back on the bed as I sucked his cock. Jessie fucked me hard and deep for about 10 minutes, before he groaned and slammed deep into me, filling my ass with his load. Like a well rehearsed team, as soon as Jessie pulled his cock from me, Eduardo climbed off the bed and rammed his cock into my hole, requiring only about five of pounding before he deposited a his load, my second of the day, into my hole. As soon as Eduardo came in me, he pulled out and quickly began to dress. Jessie was already dressed. When we were all presentable, we silently walked to the door leading to my garage where they pulled on their work boots as I locked-up the house. Then we all climbed into the car and I drove them back to the nursery where I had picked them up. As we got there, I pulled the cash from my pocket. We had agreed on $50 for both. But I handed each of them $50 saying "Gracias." "Gracias, Senor," Jessie said. "We be here if you need more work," Eduardo said, a smile on his face. "We work for you again." "Gladly", I replied, as I pulled away and they walked back to their group of buddies. I wonder if they would tell the other guys what had happened. I got my tree planted and my ass filled with two Latino loads. Quite a productive afternoon.

(This is a continuation of my AirBNBreed story. Hope you enjoy.) There are all kinds of interesting sights on my bus tour of Montreal but nothing’s quite as impressive to me as the guy who’s explaining it all to us. Our guide, Nate, is maybe 5’6” and totally built, with pecs and biceps that look like they’re about to burst through his light blue short-sleeve button-down shirt Hulk-style. Then there’s the beefy legs and bubble butt that his fitted khaki shorts show off to perfection. Though I was hoping to swap seed with a hot French Canadian or twenty while I’m here, I’m more than willing to go for a different physical type, especially if they looked like Nate, who explained at the outset that was born in Hawaii but moved to Montreal when he was a baby. He looks like he could be the Rock’s much shorter little brother. It’s especially hot to hear him speak French to a young, beautiful family of four who are visiting from Paris. Nate’s been smiling and making eye contact with me throughout the tour but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants my seed. He could just be doing his job. Still, I’m horned up enough after my breed-fest with Frank and Samuel this morning to be a lot more brazen than I would be back home. I look down at my bulging crotch, notice the Bubblicious logo on my Target t-shirt and get an idea. During the next lull in Nate’s narration, I catch his eye, drop one hand to my crotch-lump, give it a sexy squeeze and then pull it up to my chest to meet the other hand, making a point to cover all of the letters of Bubblicious except for the two B’s in the middle. BB. I shoot Nate a cruise-y, penetrating look. He meets my gaze. I look down, tap my fingers on my pecs that say ‘bb,’ then look back up at him. Nate gulps then gives an affirmative nod so small I worry that I might be imagining it. Nate’s visibly flustered when he starts into his next schpiel about the different festivals that happen throughout the summer including gay pride, which he says with a smile is this coming weekend. Then as we pull into a lush park with beautiful views of the city, he says, “We’re going to stop here for photos and a bathroom break. Be back on the bus in fifteen minutes.” He then catches my eyes and smiles. “Actually, make it twenty.” Fuck, it’s on. Once we’re off the bus, an older couple asks Nate to take their picture with the city behind them. Nate takes the camera and while the pair take their positions Nate walks over to me and whispers, “There’s a storage shed to the right of the men’s room. The door says ‘Private.’ Wait outside it for there.” I use the men’s room first, though it’s difficult to pee with my dick hard and throbbing. While I’m peeing, I reach my fingers under my balls and feel a drop of the spunk Samuel and Frank pumped into me earlier. I bring it to my lips and taste it. Sweet. I leave the bathroom and wait casually near the ‘Private’ door. A few minutes tick by. I’m about to give up and head back to the bus, when Nate comes rushing around the corner. He’s literally unbuttoning his shirt as he struts toward me, smiling with lust in his eyes. He doesn’t say a word. He just opens the door to the storage shed and pulls me inside and around a corner to an open area. The next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth. He pulls away and grabs my pecs, framing the “bb” with his hands as I did earlier. “That was very clever way to send a message,” he says. “What?” I say, feigning cluelessness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Give me a break,” he says, laughing. “Better yet, give me a load. And make it a huge one.” “Five days worth,” I say, reaching around to grab that bubble ass through his shorts. “We gotta be quick,” he says. “You got any lube?” “No,” I say. “I’ll get it wet with my mouth,” says Nate, before taking out my hard cock and engulfing it with his hot mouth. As I slowly start to face-fuck him I realize I may have a solution to our lube situation. I move my hands from Nate’s head to under his arms and pull him up till we’re face to face, maybe a centimeter apart. “I might have some lube after all,” I say. He gives me a quizzical look. “Before getting on your bus I got fucked by the couple who’s AirBNB I’m staying at,” I explain. “They breed you?” asks Nate. “Of course,” I say. “Both of them. And I’ve been keeping their loads inside me, which believe me, isn’t easy when that bus would hit a bump.” “Fuck, that’s hot,” says Nate. “They both shot huge,” I say. “So you’re proposing we use their loads to lube up your cock for my hole?” “Yeah. Put your hands under my hole and I’ll let ‘em ooze out.” “You don’t want me to use my mouth?” “Damn, you’re a pig after my own heart.” Nate gets down on his knees and I bend my ass toward his mouth. It only takes a couple of pokes with his long hot tongue before I start to release the loads. I hear him slurp up a mouthful then he grabs my hand and spits it into it. I slather it over my raging hard-on as Nate dives back in for more. “Relax that hole, fucker,” he says between slurps. “I want all of their hot seed.” Three mouthfuls into palmfuls later, my cock is drenched and sticky and Nate is bending over a wheelbarrow, exposing his hot hole to me. “We got ten minutes before we have to get back to the bus,” he pants. “I want you in me for nine of them.” “One stroke?” I ask, putting my cum-slick cock head right at his hole. “Do it,” he says. I rear back a bit, so my cockhead leaves his hole then look down to see a tiny strand of Frank/Samuel cum connecting my angry cockhead to Nate’s puckered hole. It catches the light just so. “Fucking beautiful,” I say. “Now take my cock.” I shove my cumstick all the way into his hot hole in one stroke. “Aaaaaggghhhhh!” Nate groans, his handsome tan face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. I wriggle my hips back and forth, my balls right up against his ass, and let him get used to the invasion. “You good?” I ask. “Better than good. Now drill me. Pound me deep until you knock me up.” I start pumping, enjoying the sound of my slick cock sliding in and out of his tight fuckhole. I inhale deeply and almost pass out from sensory overload. “Smell,”I say between fuckstrokes. “It’s so hot…to smell all that man-cum….when neither of us has shot off yet.” As I continue to ream out his guts, I steal a look at my watch to see that three minutes have passed. Seven to go. “God, that dick feels so good,” says Nate. “I feel it getting harder with each stroke.” “That’s because your ass is milking my dick like crazy. It’s determined to pull that sperm right out of me.” “I can’t wait for you to blast that hot cum inside me.” Suddenly, we hear the sound of a metal hitting the ground, like shovel being knock over. We both turn to see the handsome father from Parisian family staring at us. Before I can pull out or even feel mortified, I notice that his cock is out and his jerking it. “It’s okay,” he assures us in that sexy French accent. “I watch.” “Where’s your wife and kids?” asks Nate. “Gift shop,” says Paris Dad. Nate and I share a bemused look then I go right back to deep-dicking him. “That hole ready for some sperm, fucker?” I ask Nate after about a minute of pile-driving. “Yeah, but make it last. We got five minutes and your cock feels amazing.” I focus on fucking Nate without going for blast off. We both look over at Paris Dad whose bearded face is now glazed over and whose hand is now going a mile a minute on his 8-inch uncut cock. “Don’t you dare waste your load on the floor!” barks Nate, opening his mouth wide as if to say, ‘Feed me.’ “Can I fuck it up his ass?” PD asks, jutting his chin at me. “I love to breed. The best.” “You’ll have to ask him,” laughs Nate, “but I feel like the answer is yes. His hole is already slick with two loads from this morning.” “Fuck me,” I say. I bury my dick balls deep in Nate, then do my best to arch my ass up so that PD can get up there. I’ve never gotten fucked while fucking so this is going to be a whole new experience, one I can’t wait to tell Samuel and Frank about back at the house. “I’m Jean-Luc, by the way,” PD says as he slides in slowly, inch by inch. As I feel my cummy fuck-tunnel expanding for him, my dick gets even harder in Nate’s hole if that’s possible. Once Jean Luc’s dick is all the way inside, I say “Okay, this is a first for me. Who drives this train?” “You do, the man in the middle,” says Nate. “Let’s do it…four minutes left.” I start to fuck back onto Jean-Luc’s dick then forward into Nate, then back, then forward. It takes some getting used to but gradually, I get my fuckstrokes down and feel like I’m giving both my partners a grade-A fuck as they meet my strokes with their own fuck-rhythms. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m not able to form words. I just groan while Nate serves up the breeding talk. “You gonna flood my ass, fucker? Send me back in front of all those people full of your jizz.” “Aaaggghhh….annnggggghhh….yes….” is all I can muster. “Jean-Luc, you breed him first and then he’ll blast right off into me,” says Nate. “Sound good, Randy?” “Ughhhhhh….fuck……aaagghhhhh….yes!” I groan. “Do it, Jean-Luc,” commands Nate. “Breed his ass while your beautiful wife’s outside waiting. Shoot him full of that same sperm you made those precious kids with. Do it.” The dirty talk sends Jean-Luc over the edge. “I’m cumming!” he moans. “I am breeding you.” “Fill it, fucker,” I beg The feeling of Jean-Luc’s Euro-cream pouring into my hole sends me over the edge, too. “Tell me what you need, Nate!” I plead through gritted teeth. “Your cum,” he begs. “Cum in my hole, you fucking piggy barebacker.” Hearing Nate say the word–barebacker–in relation to me sends me past the point of no return, and I start to unload while Jean-Luc’s dick is still buried deep up my rectum. “Here is comes, fuckboy,” I moan. “Take…my….seeeeeeed!” With that, I blast five days worth of American-made jizz right up Nate the Tour Guide’s perfect ass. “Every drop, Randy,” Nate says, while jacking a load into his hand. “Every fucking drop.” I fall onto Nate’s back. Jean-Luc falls onto mine. No one moves for about a minute. We just breathe. I steal a look at my watch. “Two minutes,” I say. “Pull out together,” says Jean Luc. As we both snake our dicks out of our fuckee’s asses, the smell of even more fresh cum fills the air. We stand up and face each other in a three way kiss while our hands explore each other’s asses. My eyes are closed so I don’t see that Nate’s bringing his cum-filled hand up to our mouths until a huge hot glob of it is on my tongue. We snowball the load back and forth between the three of us, making sure all of our lips are coated in white. We look at each other and crack up laughing. “We can’t go back on the bus like this,” says Nate. I grab my Bubblicious t-shirt, find the spot where the two B’s appear together and use that to wipe the cum from all of our faces, but I don’t go near the loads in our asses. Those loads are meant to marinate. “You’re going to walk around with a cummed up t-shirt?” asks Nate. “Damned right,” I say. ••••• “So then we all got back on the bus and we finished the tour,” I explain to Frank and Samuel that afternoon back in their kitchen. “And the wife had no idea?” asks Samuel. “I don’t think so,” I say. “How big was Nate’s dick?” Samuel is asking all the questions because Frank’s mouth is busy felching out Jean-Luc’s load. “About 7, I think,” I say. “And thick. We exchanged numbers. I have a feeling we might swap cum again before I go.” Frank walks over to me breeding toteboard and grabs a marker. “You gave a load to the ass and you took a load in the ass,” he sums up. “So two more hashmarks for you…making a total of four.” “And I haven’t even been in Montreal 24 hours,” I say proudly. “Wanna make it five?” says Samuel pulling away from my hole, his scruff caked in Parisian fuckcream. I look down and see him jerking his raging hard on through his nylon running shorts. It’s already making a pre-cum stain on the fabric. I then say what might be my favorite sentence in the English language. “Breed me.”

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!!

I love to ejaculate directly into a bitch's eyes, and up his nose if I can. Hurting the bitch is part of taking ownership. (I am a bad man.)

Thank you. Excellent story.

All gay nerds are nasty, dirty pigs.

Should have stayed and taken every load all night!

Hi guys, i am an Iriish Guy and looking for gifters in Ireland or UK or indeed anywhere in Europe.. If anyone is about, please let me know.. I travel a lot for work

I am always blindfold and hooded so I have no idea what is undesirable.

wow, super hot Scorpion. wish i were that boy

Pussyboy82 is right about you being careful where you post. I will move this. Pussyboy82, next time you see this. REPORT the post to a moderator to be fixed. Don't go off on other members.

Fuckin primal...can't get enough of this story...absolutely sizzlin...after all those charged Poz loads from Cody, Chris and Jake there is no fuckin doubt that the fuck flu is on the way...Poz brothers!! And they may not be the only ones who are Poz...there's an increasing chance that I may have joined the brotherhood also. More 2 cum!

Cumunion on the third floor is an awesome orgy. People fuck in the halls in rooms with door open, door closed, in the gloryholes , in the the three bunkbeds, on the fuck bench.. I am older so I was ignored as a bottom, but I do fuck the young ones who want more and more cum! I don't know about being searched. I have never been.

why would you think just because he's fucking your mouth he wants your ass? That's an entirely different scenario for a straight guy. Getting sucked off is ok, fucking a dude isn't so "straight" Even me being a total queen cocksucker would find another guy to suck my dick if all of a sudden there was an asshole in the gloryhole. I go to get my dick sucked and I will fuck your mouth like a cunt.

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.

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I have a great ass, I have the experience that enables me to use ever muscle in my hole to work dick, I'm a power bottom that can handle all dick, as hard and deep as for as long as a top wants, I have mastered the art of being totally "clean" so there is never a mishap, I treat each cock with the same craving and intensity as any other, and I workout 6 days a week and have the body of a twentysomething. Most guys that fuck mLe are in there 20's and 30's. They don't care about my age. They just want to breed a guy with a nice body and some good ass.ack Back in the early days of BZ, I started to allow guys to fuck me raw, but not cum in me. One of my favorite regulars had a huge cock that always stayed rock hard (I'll call him Derek). And yes, I mean rock hard. Hardest dick I've ever had. He also could cum in me and continue to fuck me until he gave me 3 or 4 loads. He also had a unique reaction to cumming, he would yell obscenities as he was cumming. Everyone at BZ could here him. I always asked tops in those early days to pull out of me when they were going to cum. That all ended when Don decided not to pull out. As he started to cum and started to yell obscenities, he didn't pull out. I could feel his rock hard dick pulsating in me and it was the most amazing feel I ever had as he shot his load deep inside of me. Derek instantly turned me into a Cumdump. After that first time taking his load. I couldn't stop. All I wanted was to feel guys shoot there load in me and feel the cum loads in my ass for the next few days. Loving the feeling of cum dripping down my leg while at work or elsewhere. In those early days, I wasn't a full-fledged cumdump. During those times, I still only took loads from guys I was sexually attracted to. I actually didn't turn into a cumdump until the past 5 years. I turned into a cumdump when I realized that what I wanted most over attractive guys fucking me was feeling a cock inside of me and getting as many loads as I can. And I also started to realize that the less attractive guys should have equal access to a good hole. So I started to rent the better room at BZ and get on all 4's doggy style to let anyone and everyone use me for there pleasure, and therefore giving me the pleasure of their load as well. Sometimes I would turn around to see who was fucking me. Other times I did not. I didn't really care who it was, all I cared about was getting the load. So I quickly established the reputation as the biggest whore of BZ. I think I also intimidated other bottoms in that I established such a following that I was always ensured to get the most dick. So once i became a full-fledged cumdump, I only had a few pet peeves. One being guys that have a hard time getting hard and want to spend 20 minutes trying to get hard because they want to fuck and breed me so bad. I'm a fairly patient guy, so I give them 5 to 10 minutes to get hard and if they still can't i just politely suggest they come back later. Small dicks also don't do much for me, but as long as I get the load, I'm fine with it. So as long as you are not totally nasty and can get hard, my ass is available to breed. I don't care if you are 120 lbs or 400 lbs, hot or not hot, 21 or 65, 5 inches or 12 inches, just give me the load. The problem with some guys at bathhouses is that they are one-time cummers. They cum once, and they are done and ready to leave. So this means there are a certain number of tops that like to "taste test" ass and go around fucking a 1/2 dozen guys or so before giving up the load. That's the most frustrating. While I enjoy good dick, getting the load is my no. 1 desire. This past Friday was one of my top 10 stays at BZ. It started off a iittle slow. I did notice two totally hot muscled up black guys when I first arrived around 12:30 am. Within the first few hours where a 1/2 dozen guys fucked me, they were two of the guys. After that, for the next few hours, things dried up. That's the thing about BZ, you get the guys ready to fuck you in the first few hours you are there, and then there is a period where there are guys who want to fuck, but aren't totally ready yet. They are just cruising around. So I learned the trick. Black guys tend to arrive a little later around 1 or 2 am and stay until 7 or 8 am in the morning. As morning approaches, the guys who know its about time to leave want that one last fuck. So this time, I decided to renew as my time expired at 6:30am. Why did I renew? Because all of a sudden around 6 am, I started getting fucked continuously by guy after guy, mostly black guys. As soon as a guy would leave, another would enter. I counted another 6 guys between 7:30 and 8:30AM alone. Then another 4 guys between 8:30 AM and 9:30 AM. I couldn't leave as long as there were more guys that wanted to fuck and breed me. My door became a revolving door. I was in my glory. The more dick and loads I got, the more I craved. Now that Ive been used at least 20 times, I still wanted more. But as a cumdump, even 50 wouldn't have satisfied me. The more dick I get, the more I want. My appetite increases with each fuck. The intensity and desire for more dick and loads increases as each guy releases their load in me. So I haven't seen Derek in years. As one of my last breeding sessions of the night ended with an intense fuck of load moans, I opened the door, and Derek was anxiously awaiting his turn with this bottom in the VIP room, not realizing it was me. So it was full circle back to where it all started, with Don. His dick still got rock hard like in the old days, but with a little more effort on his part. And he didn't disappoint. He ended up contributing 4 or 5 loads. Derek and I reminisced about how it was he who was the first to cum in me, and I gave him all the cred for starting me on the path to becoming a true cum dump. As I write this, I sit here wishing I was somewhere getting fucked and breeded over and over again. If I was financially well off and didn't have to work, I would take my local reputation nationally to bathhouses and CumUnion and iML parties around the country to because nationally known as one of the most well-known cum dumps in the USA. Oh, and one last thing....one that probably differs me from other cumdumps. I don't refuse guys who use condoms. All guys need good ass. Once they dispose of the condom in the trash in the room before they leave, I then grab the condom from the trash and suck have of it out and scoop the other half out and insert it into my hole. Yes, I'm Detroit's biggest Cumdump and it is the only time I feel like I'm truly me. I've always been a caring and compassionate guy, and at least guys know where to go to on Friday nights to get some guaranteed good as to breed regarding of age, race, looks, weight, my hole is open to all men who need a stress relief. It's my purpose, and I end up being totally fulfilled emotionally and by being constantly reminded each time cum drips down my leg. Now I wish some porn producer would be willing to hire me as a masked cumdump, in a 100 load + video. Unique in that in every fuck, I adjust to the desires of the top and the rhythm of the top to give them some of the best ass they have ever gotten. And a hole that can so naturally adjust to each size dick, to sense the needs of that individual top. A passionate Italian power bottom that doesn't just lay there and get fucked, but one that you can see through his passionate bottoming, that he really wants to be there, and is enjoying every single cock on an equal level.

Boy here who LOVES getting used and abused by a dirty Daddy. Chicago here. Live in boystown. Make me your boy??

Here's an update. I followed through with the dude's instruction and had a butt plug in my ass as I taught the dude's brother's class. In fact I had the butt plug in my ass during two classes as my schedule didn't allow me any other options. My student's big brother was really pleased when I messaged him about the butt plug. While I thought his fetish was a bit odd, I reasoned "Anything to get bred, right?" After school let out I drove to his house, but on this occasion I parked my car a bit down the street which I reasoned with leave me less exposed should the younger brother show-up, as he had the first time around. The play session began with the guy gushing over the fact that he found it soooooo hot I had a toy in my ass while his brother was in my classroom. As he was obviously very turned on, I went down on my knees and began sucking his dick. Within a few minutes, however, as before, the two of us moved upstairs because his brother, my student, was returning home. He stayed down stairs to invent a cover story for his brother's benefit, explaining he'd be in his room for some time, and that he needed privacy to focus on his work. (Closet cases surely are a strange lot.) While he was away, I spent the time huffing poppers, lubing my hole, and reading myself. When he entered the room carrying a basket of laundry, he dropped the clothing, stripped off his shorts, and slid into my ass. Although I was super happy to get fucked my him, I was no less happy I had prepped myself for him. This time around he grabbed a pair of boxers off the top of the laundry basket and stuffed them in my mouth. Before long I realized the shorts in my mouth were wet with sweat and cum. I moaned in pleasure and sucked on them. For thirty minutes he fucked my hole, dumping two loads in the process. Ordinarily I wouldn't take take dick for that long, but I was very committed to pleasuring this guy as long as I was able. As I dressed he moved to scout for his brother, ensuring I had a clear exit. Just before I slipped out of the room, I noticed the boxers he had stuffed into my mouth were clearly too small to be his, but I suppose that can be a conversation another time. In any event, he returned, announced the coast was clear, and escorted me out. I'm not sure what his fascination with his little brother is, but I sure love getting fucked by the guy.

As Dickmagnet says, the heath if the weathers good. if not chariots vauxhall after club throw out time. SBN on the sunday.

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.

hot story . i was given .5 slam last weekend and got bred blindfolded n tied up by i dont know how many raw cocks at s hotel room .

I would beg and offer my ass to any guy here who would give me AIDS! I would even offer myself up to being a pox mans slave. Indiana chaser here

i fuckin want full blown AIDS ill beg for it thank him for it im in ohio iman AIDS whore

Author's note: Sincere apologies for the long delay. Dealing with some writers block and a few very busy months at work. The story has also become a little longer than expected (oops) but I do have the next chapter almost done so that should be posted in a day or two (and the final chapter is an epilogue of sorts to wrap up loose ends and, hopefully, won't take too long either). If you read and enjoy this or my other stories, thank you for your patience. :-) Part 3: Changed Circumstances Calvin slumped low in his seat, his eyes drooping. He was not having a good day. He wanted to listen — he really did — and he knew he should be able to. But the professor was rambling on about… well, something. Calvin wasn’t even sure what the hell the old guy was talking about. He just felt trapped in this stuffy old classroom. He had arrived over fifteen minutes late to class… and he was lucky he had made it all all. He had taken a bus to campus but ended up going two miles in the wrong direction before he realised something was wrong. When had bus schedules gotten so complicated? He kept thinking about the things that Seb had said. But that wasn’t real. It couldn’t be… you can’t suck someone’s brains out through their dick. He was smart! He had always been the smartest kid in the room. Always. So why did he feel like his brain was so fucking slow? There was, of course, just one topic he couldn’t stop thinking about. Thoughts of sex - of cocks and asses, of armpits and feet, of cum and piss — were always on his mind. At home, or walking down the street, or even here in class. He could barely look at a guy without imagining the scent of his sweaty ballsack, the taste of his cum, or how good it would feel to get the stranger’s cock in his ass. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He hadn’t fucked around with anyone since Tommy a couple days ago… but he had watched a lot of porn over the weekend. Once he had remembered his laptop password anyway. That had taken awhile. He had watched porn before, of course, but never gay porn. And now he had all sort of things he wanted to try — ideas gleaned from the videos, “Mr. Watts? Earth to Mr. Watts?” “Huh?” Calvin looked up realising someone was calling his name. Fuck! The professor stood at the aisle a few feet from his seat. “Am I boring you, Mr. Watts?” Calvin felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. “Um… no?” That seemed like the safest answer. “Really? So tell me then, what type of response is the limbic system associated with?” “Lem-bick?” The word sounded familiar but Calvin wasn’t sure what it was. Why couldn’t this guy just talk english? “Come on now, its a simple question. Or have you somehow shuffled into the wrong classroom? Arriving late, I might add.” The other students all laughed and Calvin’s face felt red. They all thought he was an idiot. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He was smarter than them… … He was supposed to be anyway. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I don’t know.” His voice cracked, almost a croak, and his eyes were burning. No. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t… A sob escaped from somewhere in his chest. The professor paused, frowning. “The correct answer is emotional responses. If you are going to succeed in this class, you are going to need to start reading the assigned text.” Calvin was grateful when the professor turned away without further comment. but it felt like everyone in the class was still laughing at him. He slumped further down in his seat. When class was dismissed he grabbed his bag and ran from the room. He didn’t even bother packing his textbook, leaving it behind on the desk. Once he was away from the classroom he felt a little better. It was so good to get out of that stuffy old room. How had he ever found that stuff so interesting? It was so fucking complicated. He hated it. “Fuck classes today.” He muttered. “I need to clear my head of all that bullshit. I can figure this out. Just have to focus….” He didn’t even realise that he was thinking out loud. It was just easier to stay focused when he talked through his thoughts. Calvin watched people as he walked. Well…he watched the men anyway. He couldn’t help but look at the crotches as he walked across campus. His cock was hard and throbbing and his hole was flexing as if demanding to be fed. What the hell was happening to him? He tried to be subtle about it but he was sure at least a few guys noticed. The middle of campus was the Quad. A large open space where students tended to congregate His eyes immediately were drawn to two guys throwing a frisbee on the lawn. Both bare chested, lean, and muscular. Wet dreams come to life. Calvin stopped absently and enjoyed the view. Bet they’re in a frat, he thought. The blond was wearing a baseball cap set backwards to cover his uncombed hair. He had a firm chest, small brown nipples and a sexy six pack. Black trackies sagged slightly on his hips. Calvin loved the white stripe running up the side. That was cool. The second man was similar, handsome and sexy but with dark hair and an unshaven face. No beard, like he had skipped shaving that morning. Nice fit body. His jeans seemed to hang effortlessly, just covering his crotch, despite not wearing a belt. No pubic hair was visible. This guy must shave down there, Calvin thought absently. “What are you looking at, fag?” It was the blond. “I… I’m…” Calvin’s mind went blank. Panic. “I asked you a question. What are you stupid or something?” He took a step towards Calvin. “Lay off, Kirk.” The dark haired guy rolled his eyes. “Nothing wrong with looking. Plus he’s kind of cute.” “Yeah.” The blond’s angry expression vanished and he started laughing. “But it was hysterical. I bet he almost pissed himself.” Calvin’s mind was just starting to put the pieces together. “Your just… teasing?” “Yeah, dude. You’re good.” The blond - Kirk - said. “More than good in my opinion.” The dark haired guy came forward. His eyes drifted down Calvin’s body like a caress. “I’m Evan.” “Nice to meet you, I”m Calvin.” “As in the underwear?” Kirk laughed as if it were the most witty thing ever said. But Calvin didn’t really understand. “Don’t worry about him.” Evan said as he moved close to Calvin. He smelled so good. Masculine and a hint of sweat. Calvin licked his lips. His eyes moved, of their own accord, to Evan’s crotch. It looked pleasantly full. Calvin’s own cock began to plump up in response. Evan noticed. “You like what you see?” “Oh for fuck sake.” Kirk sighed. “Enough with the song and dance. Lets just get back home and you two can fuck already.” “Well, ignoring my boorish friend, I would love for you to come over.” “Cool.” Calvin smiled. His cock was fully hard now. “I’m game.” Evan put his arm around Calvin’s shoulder. “Come on. We don’t live far. Just a couple blocks off campus.” “I assume this is going to be a freebie?” Kirk asked Evan as he fell in alongside them. Evan only scowled a silent ‘shut up’ look at his friend. Calvin didn’t understand what the hell the were talking about but it didn’t really matter. All he knew is that he was about to get fucked again. And THAT was all that really mattered. As they walked, Evan’s hand slipped from Calvin’s shoulder, down the back, finally resting with his hand cupping Calvin’s butt. Calvin wondered if he should be embarrassed… anyone could see!… but it felt so good he couldn’t bring himself to care. True to Evan’s statement, the trio arrived at an apartment just a few minutes away. They had talked during the walk and Kirk had said they liked having their privacy away from the dorms. He said something about having found a way to make some extra college money, but again Evan shut him up with a glare. Kirk laughed again but Calvin couldn’t figure out why… so he just ignored it. He had a feeling he might be doing that a lot from now on. The apartment wasn’t terribly fancy or anything, just simple yet solid construction. Calvin didn’t really have time to look, however, as Evan pulled him in close before the door was even shut. Their lips met and Calvin forgot all about the apartment. Evan’s hands roamed freely around Calvin’s body and Calvin returned the attention. Face. Nipples. Arms. Abs. Ass. Crotch. Everything received a little attention. Both men were hard and aching in their jeans. Calvin absently noticed Kirk had got himself a beer and sat nearby in a chair. Watching them. Smirking. His hand rubbing his own crotch. Calvin licked his lips absently at the bulge he could see there… but then Evan’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently down to his knees, brought his attention back. He glanced up at Evan for permission and, once he received a nod, eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans between his and what he wanted. He could smell the other man’s musk…. sweat, cum, maybe a slight smell of piss. It was captivating. His fingers reached in and wrapped around the cock waiting for him. It wasn’t as big as Tommy’s cock had been but it was bigger than Calvin’s own cock. Calvin wondered if he would ever see a cock as big as Tommy’s again. But the thought drifted away as he focused on the very real and very present cock in front of him. It reminded Calvin of a banana with its very curved shaft. It was about as big as a good size banana as well. The groin was shaved smooth. Other than a moment to gaze at the cock and to savour the aroma, he didn’t hesitate. His lips kissed their way down the shaft, then back up. His tongue swirled around the pleasantly thick head, getting just a hint of the taste of pre-cum. It only made him hornier. Finally he opened wide and let the cock slip into his warm and waiting mouth. Evan’s hands wrapped around Calvin’s head and — gently but determinedly — pressed deeper into the warm and waiting mouth. “Yeah. That’s it cocksucker.” Kirk said from his chair. “Get him good and wet.” Calvin could see from the corner of his eyes that Kirk had his cock out now and was stroking himself in time with Evan’s thrusting cock. He knew he was horny, he knew he craved it, but he had’t know how much he NEEDED cock until this moment. Evan slipped his jeans down further and Calvin saw that he had a tattoo on his groin. He wondered, briefly, if it hurt to get a tattoo… especially there. The design seemed familiar with three incomplete circles — they looked a bit like claws or pincers or something, vaguely threatening, radiating out from a central circle. One pincer pointing up, one facing left, and one facing right. It looked very familiar to Calvin. He had seen it on chemical bottles and such. But he couldn’t think of what it meant… and he didn’t really care. It looked cool. He let his fingers stroke it absently as he sucked the cock. “You like that?” Evan asked, smiling down. “Do you know what it means?” Calvin just shrugged. He didn’t want to look stupid… and his mouth was full anyway. “I’ve got one just like it.” Kirk said. “Maybe we can get you one just like it soon.” He was chuckling again. He liked to laugh a lot, Calvin decided. Evan’s cock was deep inside his mouth, the curved shaft sliding across his tongue, and demanding entry into his throat. Just like with Seb, his body just seemed to know what to do. He tilted his head back to open his throat, swallowed, and let the cock slide balls deep. “Oh, fuck yeah. That feels so good.” “It looks hot from here too.” Kirk said. Calvin couldn’t talk, but he moaned his happy reply. Evan pulled his cock all the way back to Calvin’s lips. Then pulled all the way back in with one determined thrust. Then out again. Then in. Quickly building up speed until he was face fucking the willing cocksucker. Calvin could taste the precum coating his tongue and it was driving him wild. Evan’s ballsack started to lift, the thrusting becoming more erratic, the fingers gripping his head just a little tighter… And then Evan stopped. Suddenly. Pulling his cock out of Calvin’s mouth. Calvin dove forward. Trying to get it back in his mouth. “Not yet, babe.” Evan gently held Calvin back from his cock. He was breathing hard and his cock looked like it could cum with just a touch. “I’m not ready yet.” “Why don’t you come over here.” Kirk said. He waved his very hard cock. “You can suck on this. I’m sure Evan will find something to entertain himself.” With just the briefest of pauses to look to Evan for permission, Calvin scrambled over to kneel between Kirk’s thighs. This cock was so different from Evan’s. It was uncut, like Seb’s had been over the weekend, and about an inch shorter than the curved dick he had just been sucking. But it was thick. Damn thick and unbent. A patch of blond hair surrounded Kirk’s cock…. trimmed perhaps, but not shaved. Calvin happily opened his mouth and swallowed the big cock. Despite his strangely acquired new skills, he gagged when he tried to sink the cock into his throat. He felt like he was trying to fit a 7 inch pipe into a 5 inch hole. But he kept working the cock in his mouth and trying to coax his throat to open a little wider. He felt hands at his hips. Evan. Unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pulling them down. Exposing his ass. He knew what was coming. His hole started quivering in anticipation. He lifted his knees so Evan could slide the pants off. Evan gave his butt a playful slap. “Damn. That’s a nice ass. Got to get a taste.” He knelt down and his tongue found it’s way to Calvin’s puckered hole. Calvin moaned. His whole body was spasming. Like electricity was surging through him… but in a good way. And as he moaned, his throat opened and Kirk’s cock finally slipped deep. Calvin gagged around the thick invader but Kirk was merciless. The blond man’s hands were tight on his head. Not letting him up. “Fuck yeah! Deep throat my cock, bitch. Your throat feels awesome!” Panic rising. Face red. Body struggling. Finally the hands loosened and Calvin’s slipped back, letting the cock slide out of his throat. Out of his mouth. He gasped desperately for breath. It took a couple minutes before his breathing calmed down. Evan’s tongue continued on his ass. Licking. Sucking. Teasing. Tormenting. “Come on, boy.” Kirk frowned when the red finally started to drain from Calvin’s face. “You would think you’ve never sucked cock before.” ‘Only… only two before today.” Evan pulled off his ass. “Hot damn. A newbie then. Been fucked before?” “Just once.” “Shit. I would have loved to claim your cherry. Still…. you have a great ass and I’m still going to fuck you.” “Yes… please.” Calvin’s ass swayed slightly. Evan paused. Then sighed. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” The memory of Tommy trying on the condom flashed through Calvin’s mind. “No… they don’t feel good.” “Are you sure. You do know that we’re both…” “Shut the fuck up, dude.” Kirk hissed. “He doesn’t want a condom. And you don’t want to wear one anyway.” Evan glared at Kirk but, after a moment, just shrugged and let the subject drop. Calvin tried to figure out what the two guys were arguing about. He felt like he were missing something obvious but he had no idea what. Calvin forgot all about it, however, as Evan shifted forward so his cock, achingly hard, slid up and down the crack. Calvin cooed. “Please. I need it. I need it so bad. Please put it in me.” “As you wish.” And Evan’s shifted his dick, pointed it straight into Calvin’s anal ring. And pushed. The hole hesitantly opened for him. “Fuuuuuuuuuck! Damn you are tight… you feel so good.” I’m making him feel good. I’m making him happy! The thought made Calvin feel proud. He didn’t even hesitate when Kirk’s dick prodded his lips. He opened his mouth and let it inside. The two cocks moved almost in sync. In and out of his ass. His mouth. Evan’s hands gripping his hips, pulling him back into the fuck. Kirk’s hands holding his head still so he could thrust his cock into Calvin’s mouth and into his throat. Calvin gagged but that only seemed to make Kirk laugh and thrust all the harder. “Yeah, bitch. Choke on that big dick. You keep doing that and you are going to get me off real quick. Do you want that? Do you want my dirty cum floating in your belly?” A moan, from somewhere deep inside, was the only reply that Calvin could offer. A low sound of pure lust. His eyes were red, tears flowed down his cheeks, his nose was running, his chin covered with the slime his gagging throat was kicking up… but he had never felt so sexual. Never felt so alive. “Here it comes, cocksucker! Take it! Take my load.” Kirk’s hands tightened on the back of Calvin’s head, pulling him all the way down the shaft, balls deep, and held him there. Then the shaft started to heave and flex … and Calvin knew Kirk’s load was firing directly down his throat. Evan’s thrusts had also sped up, become frantic. His fingernails were digging into Calvin’s hips. “Shit… that’s pushing me over the Edge. I’m gonna cum!” And he did. His thrusts didn’t stop as he unloaded deep inside Calvin’s hole. Evan leaned forward, his weight guiding Calvin to sink to lay flat on his belly. “Yeah… you’ve got a bit of me inside. Part of me is always gonna be in you now. We’re always going to be connected.” “And, don’t worry, slut.” Kirk patted him on the head. “We aren’t done yet. You’re gonna take a least one of my loads up your ass … and I’m sure loverboy here has more for you as well.” “Yes, please.” Calvin smiled. It was dark by the time Calvin left the apartment. His ass was so sore it hurt a bit to walk. But he loved it. He loved the way his lips felt a little swollen from sucking cock. He loved the ache on his (perhaps not quite as tight as it had been) hole. He loved the feeling of the creamy cum dripping out and sliding down his leg. He and Evan had traded phone numbers. And at one point, while Evan was out of the room, Kirk had bookmarked a few websites on Calvin’s phone. They were hook up apps, Kirk had told him, to help him find guys who wanted to fuck his throat and fuck his ass. He assured Calvin there was no need to talk to Evan about them as he laughed yet again. Damn, this guy seemed to find everything he said funny. Calvin couldn’t wait to take a look at the apps. Yeah.. his ass and lips hurt… but he was still horny. Still wanted more. He hadn’t even made it home when he opened one of the webpages and scrolled through profiles and pictures. The only thing that seemed strange was that some of the profiles had that same symbol that both Evan and Kirk had as tattoos. Calvin wished he could remember what it meant.

THE FURNACE MAN #3 I crawled onto the bed and wiggled my ass at him. “Rim it again,” I told him. Apparently he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid the plug back out of my ass and dove in tongue first, probing my hole for as much cum as he could get. I thought he’d awakened a fire in me, but his first taste of cum downstairs had awakened a fire in him, too. More like hunger, really, just like the hunger my hole often felt. He licked, probed and slurped my butt for a good fifteen minutes at least, enjoying tasting it all. He just couldn’t get enough. When he finally came up for air, he wore a huge satisfied grin. Mind you, his face was all sloppy with juices, but I leaned in and helped clean up with some tongue work of my own. In addition, evidently the taste of cum had the same effect on him as it does on me: one taste and his dick was ramrod hard. He was ready to go again. This time I had him lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his upright rod, immediately impaling myself, slamming up and down over and over again. We had gone past the point of enjoying the sex and gone into more of a sex-crazed state of mind. We were both desperate to get more cum. I wanted more come in my ass and he wanted it in his mouth. I rode him, and rode him hard, determined to work another quick load out of his balls. My hips and thighs were hurting but I couldn’t give up. I knew I would be walking funny for days to come, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me. After several minutes of feverish pounding, he was getting close, so he took hold of my hips and helped slam me down harder into his pelvis. Our mutual desperation was definitely translating into the way we were fucking: we were both becoming more aggressive. I think that he knew that he could ram me as hard as he wanted at this point and it wouldn’t hurt me. This was uninhibited sex at it’s very best. Finally he roared loudly as he lifted his hips up off of the bed, carrying me up with him, as he drove his cock as far into my guts as he possibly could, while his stud juice flowed deep inside me. After the first couple of pulses of his dick, we fell back down to the mattress and I worked my ass muscles on him to suck the rest of his load out of his balls. That was load number four. I got nine loads in my ass from him that night, and broke his record good! Our fucks after that fourth load became more and more intense, bordering on violent. My hole was sloppy and wide open for him at this point, so I only felt insane pleasure. He ate my ass after load six and after the ninth, sharing that final helping of cum with me in a sloppy kiss before we finally collapsed and fell asleep in a tangle of sweaty body parts, stinking of sweat and sex and cum. We had literally fucked all night long, taking hydration and snack breaks a couple of times in between, and only fell asleep going on six in the morning. He called in sick to work so we could sleep. He didn’t hang around for long after we finally woke up just after one in the afternoon. We talked a bit about how amazing that had been, and we will fuck again now that he knows he can call me whenever, but it is clear to both of us that we are not to be anything other than fuck friends. He’s got a lot of catching up to do, learning more of his own interests and limits, such as he needs to figure out just far he wants to go. With all of his enthusiasm and passion that night, I would say he is gay now, but clearly that’s for him to decide. Moreover, if you’ve read any of my other writing, you know that I am on my own path, and I doubt that he will be ready for anything like that for a long time. But you never know.

chicago here @ steamworks party.... layed back on my back, legs spread jerking showing my cock n hole off. Black mature man stops in, leaves door open, fucks my ass and breeds it, leaves me with a creampie..... I can feel it running down my ass. Next guy was in love with the cum, leaking from my hole, fucks my ass and gives me another load and leaves. 3rd guy stopped by and asked how loads in that sweet pussy.... I said just 2, he ate my ass out while also fingering my hole. got up to 4 fingers in there and poppered me up and eventually had me shoot from all the ass play, licked that up... I went home after that, firgured I had my share...lol

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 ..................................

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.