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Meth Lab Fuck Down: My phone buzzed. This was the text I had been waiting for. Tonight would be my big break. Had I crossed a few lines to get here? Yeah, sure, but once I made the takedown of the biggest meth cooker in the Mid-Atlantic region, no one would give a shit about that - if they even ever found out. I was careful, wicked careful, and knew how to cover my tracks. Fuck I learned from the best. My dad, one of my uncles and the guy next door were all Drug Enforcement Agents (DEA) and growing up that’s all I ever wanted to be. It was my destiny. Tonight was destiny too and in addition to making my career it would give me the way to get Chris out of the cluster fuck of a life he had made for himself. Chris was the son of the DEA agent who lived next door to us when I was a kid, and my best friend. All my childhood memories involved Chris and because his dad and mine were often gone, Chris was at my house more than he was at his. We were inseparable and when we became teens we learned the ins and outs of life together - always together - that is until he got caught up in drugs. Finding Chris on the back porch lying on his side, drooling, doped out, and a fucking mess broke my heart and no matter what I did or said, Chris would never stay clean for long. After graduation, for our 18th birthdays, we went camping and the tent had barely been set up before Chris had shot up, or snorted up, and was high as shit. Well that just pissed me off so when it came time to crash and time for us to fuck I was not gentle. I fucked him as hard as I could and let out all my anger, frustration, and disappointment into his ass - along with two huge loads of cum. Chris took it all and begged for more and that’s how we spent our camping trip, with him high and me fucking the hell out of him over and over. Not much has changed the past several years. I went to college, got my degree, and followed my dad into the DEA. Chris continued to get deeper and deeper into drugs; his dad kicked him out; but I still looked out for him. I always made sure he had a spot at my place to crash, food, a little cash and in return I fucked him. Hard and rough and raw. I didn’t know if Chris fucked with other guys or not. I didn’t. Never even considered it, but with Chris it was the way things were. Did I ever feel guilty about it when he was fucked up? No. I had dealt with that stupid shit that first night. It just was. We both enjoyed it and in the midst of all the crazy shit it felt normal. Of course Chris was always grateful for the food and place to crash and kept promising he would pay me back, but until then, his ass was mine. My phone buzzed again. It was Chris. “DEAL’S GOING DOWN TONIGHT BY THE OLD PIER. MEET ME THERE AT 11:00.” My heart raced. Chris was my CI - my Confidential Informant. He had admitted one night he had gotten mixed up with a guy named Hawk, who I knew from my DEA briefings was reportedly the biggest meth cooker in the entire region. Every time I had Chris on his stomach and was fucking the shit out of him, I pumped him for info too. What was Hawk’s real name? Where did he hang? Who were his guys? Who did he sell to? And more. Chris seemed to be willing to talk, and even more willing when I would hand over a baggy of powder or a few needles filled with dope. I cared about Chris sure, but knew he was going to get fucked up no matter what, so why not help him out and help me too? He was always chatty when he was high and plus I loved feeling his ass open up for me and milk my cum out. There was nothing better than fucking his ass when he was high out of his God damned mind. His hole was wet, silky, and just sucked my dick and cum. Maybe it was seeing what drugs had done to Chris and his family is why I had never tried them. Yeah I was around the shit all the time, but had never been tempted, not even when Chris would leave shit laying around. Just wasn’t me. At 8:45 p.m. I was down at the old pier, peering between a rusted dumpster and the chimney of an old factory. Chris had told me before that he often did pickups for Hawk where he would deliver Hawk’s meth to someone and then meet Hawk at some out of the way place to give him the cash. During one night when Chris was super high and I had already pumped a load into him, he confessed that he had lied and that he always met Hawk at the place where he cooked the meth. I couldn’t fucking believe it! Instead of being angry I gave Chris a reward - another nut sack full of cum in his punk hole and that’s when he agreed to text me when the next deal went down. A light rain had begun to fall, but that was OK. I had on my DEA windbreaker; my gun was still in my holster, and my phone in my hand so I could quickly call in backup. Chris said it was only ever him and Hawk and no one else. Yet, just in case, I wanted to be prepared. However my plan was take Hawk myself. I needed this. Over the past few hours I had seen only one person go in the door - the man I assumed was Hawk - my prey. My watch showed 11:01. I heard a cough and saw Chris ambling down the alley towards a dimly lit door. He had on the same white shirt he was wearing two days ago when I last fucked him. I had tried to get him to spend the night after I bred him, but he was too wired and bolted as soon as I was done. Chris had flipped up the collar on his shirt I guess in an effort to try to stay dry. Little good that did. It just made him look like some cartoon character - all skin, bones, a head too big for his long limbs. He stopped at the door, knocked, waited, the door opened, Chris said something, then started to walk inside the old factory. My breath caught in my throat. Chris stopped, quickly glanced side to side and behind himself, then bent down like he was tying his shoe. That’s when he was supposed to stuff a wad of paper towel into the door latch hole so that the door would not click shut behind him. I waited until my watch said 11:09. I scanned the alley and confirmed no one was around. My cold, wet fingers found the snap on my holster and with a small click, I released it and eased my gun out. One more check to confirm I was alone and I quickly slid along the brick wall to the factory door Chris had gone in. At the door I paused, waited, listened. I never questioned that Chris would not have done what I had asked. I never even considered the idea that he might have betrayed me. I should have. The factory door eased open on well-oiled hinges. I quickly stepped inside out of the casting of the light. I let my eyes adjust to the darker interior as I tried to calm my breathing and steady my hand. This was it. I replayed in my mind the various scenarios I expected and in each and every one I knew I would have Hawk in handcuffs very soon. I eased my way to the right, following the rough outline of the exterior wall. I heard no voices, saw no movement, but wanted to be sure. The darkness embraced me as I moved, silent, and sure. I continued to edge my way around the outer wall until I came to a cut in - a long, dark hallway with a faint light at the end and the distant echo of voices. I checked around me once more - all was still and silent. I crept down the hall, the light grew brighter. A door was open, an angry voice was saying, “YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO STEAL FROM ME?” I quickly peered through the crack and saw Chris on his knees and a big man - Hawk - standing over him. Compared to Chris, Hawk was a fucking monster. A good foot taller, a good 100 pounds heavier, and all the Aryan tattoos on his forehead and arms only added to the sinister monster look. Yeah this asshole was going down and Chris would be forever grateful. I eased my boot onto the edge of the door and gently pulled my foot back, slowly, to give myself enough space to slip into the room and take Hawk by surprise. BAM! MY WORLD WENT DARK. I winced trying to decide which was worse: the splitting pain at the back of my skull or the slicing pain in my wrists. I moaned. I eased my eyes open and turned my head, which caused a new round of nausea and pain. My wrists were handcuffed and a large chain was threaded between them and connected to a pulley that dangled from the ceiling. I had been stripped naked and was hanging from the chain with my feet barely touching the floor. I assumed from the hot wetness still trickling down my neck that I had been hit and hit hard in the back of the head and that’s what had knocked me out. God damn it! My ears then picked up the moans and groans and sounds of carnal pleasure. I leaned back a little and looked to my right. There was a man - Hawk - naked and fucking Chris who was bent over facing my way. Chris raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled in total fucking ecstasy like he would smile when I had my dick up his ass. He opened his eyes, smirked, closed his eyes again as Hawk hit just the right spot up in his ass, and Chris started bouncing his hips up and down like his hole was in full orgasm. My mouth dropped open. Shit! “GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK!” Hawk spat as he shoved Chris off his still hard dick. Chris tumbled onto his knees and looked up at Hawk with awe, admiration, and adoration - disgusting! Hawk kicked him in the ribs, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR? YOU GOT DELIVERIES TO MAKE AND DON’T FUCKING SHOW BACK UP HERE UNTIL I TEXT YOU. NOW GET!” A low growl rumbled in my chest. For Hawk or Chris I don’t know. Clearly I had been set up and clearly Chris was Hawk’s lover or whatever too, but it was the way he treated him. I loved Chris - in my own way - and always did right by him so seeing someone treat him like that just fucking pissed me off. I promised myself right then I would kill Hawk. Fuck the take down! Hawk picked up a plate of crystal meth – bright white lines of powder - that was sitting on the couch and sniffed a few lines using a tattered bill. He wiped his nose, licked his lips, casually sauntered over to me with his monster dick swinging back and forth and when he stopped he said, “WELL, WELL, WELL, AGENT. WE FINALLY MEET AT LAST.” This man - this drug dealer - this filth of humanity that stood before me curled my stomach. I wanted to lash out, but held my tongue as my brain worked to figure a way to escape. Hawk smiled, licked his right index finger, rubbed it around in the plate of white then slid it between the flesh of his gums and lips and hummed as the burning kicked in. His blue eyes flashed open, the pupils distant pricks of black as he eyed me up and down, “YES, I CAN SEE WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU - ENAMORED IF YOU WILL. BUT TRULY NOW. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT IS NOT REAL. EVEN THE GRATITUDE IS FALSE. YOUR LITTLE ONE IS ONLY A BITCH KIPPE - FAG - FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A MEANS TO AN END. I ON THE OTHER HAND AM THE MASTER. THE SUPERIOR SPECIMEN OF MANHOOD. JUST LOOK AT EVEN HOW MY DICK - STILL SOFT - IS FAR BIGGER THAN YOURS. DO YOU WANT TO FEEL IT? I THINK YOU DO - I THINK YOU MUST!” I twisted and jerked as Hawk stepped behind me. The heat from his body like a hot furnace on a cold winter’s afternoon. I heard the wet slurp of his mouth, then the piercing press of a pointed finger and nail at my sphincter. I tried to adjust my footing but the give of the chain snapped back, sending me onto his coated dart, “YES, SEE? YOU WILL LEARN WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE BEGS FOR MY DICK - BEGS FOR THE FEEL OF MY FORESKIN SLIDING BACK AS I POUND HIS ASS - BEGS FOR ME TO POZ HIS HOLE AND FILL HIM UP WITH MY AIDS. FRANKLY I AM SURPRISED YOU HAVE NOT TESTED POZ YET, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PREP? OR JUST MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A TOP? WELL, WE SHALL TAKE CARE OF THAT.” The clear toll of porcelain on concrete, and the pause of his finger assault on my ass, let me know he had set the plate of drugs on the floor. I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop. To tell him I never did drugs. To scream that I was not a bottom and didn’t get fucked. To tell him I was there only for Chris. All plans for trying to talk my way out of it quickly vanished though. My body arched, my veins pumped my blood faster and faster as my heart raced, my skin was scored bloody as Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” (*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!)

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

On my first night in Berlin was a Friday, and I was very excited to be heading to Lab.Oratory. I had heard a lot of good things about it including some of what I had read here on Bareback. Figuring it would be a fuck fest, I made sure my hole was clean deep and well and headed over. I got my bag to put my clothing in and I was surprised to see that most men were wearing some article of clothing: underwear, or a jock strap, or athletic shorts. In fact very few men were naked. I decided to keep my jockstrap on even though I honestly preferred being totally naked. Sometimes I feel like jock straps get in the way. I checked out the lay of the land, walking from room to room where there was a variety of equipment: fuck benches, slings, cubbies, glory holes, and more. The place was vast with lots of play areas. After walking around, I helped myself to a sling where it seem like there was some action happening nearby. Sometimes proximity helps. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes a hand was on my ass as a finger explored my hole. After having inserted one and then two fingers in my hole, the top, who was stocky and rugged, slid his dick into my ass. I was more than ready for his thick seven inches with the result he had no trouble sliding into my lubed hole quite smoothly. After a nice 15 minutes of fucking, he decided to move on and another top took his place. I didn't get a load out of either of them, but that's typically what happens at the sex parties, particularly early in the evening. Having been fucked by the two men was, however, quite satisfying. I also moved on and quickly learned that there seem to be two areas of the club where most of the raw fucking seem to happen: the first was a dark room area with fuck benches, and the second was a cargo bin in the outside area. I spent most of the evening in these two areas, getting loaded up by several guys and fucked by at least 20. I had several trains in a row where tops continuously pounded my ass. After leaving Lab.Oratory, I just had to check out The Bull before heading back to the hotel. I don't know about you other bottoms, but sometimes I just feel like I just want to get fucked forever and ever. I just want to take dick continuously and the Bull is one of my favorite bars in Berlin because I have known good things happen in The Bull's dark room, and the bar didn't disappoint. After stripping down to my jockstrap, within five minutes of being in the darkroom a husky German voice was whispering in my hair about how loose my hole was and how he wanted to pump another load in there. Of course this was in German at first but then he switch to English when I told him I didn't speak German. He proceeded to bang me with his thick German cock, stretching my hole even wider until he started grunted and holding me even harder and tighter until he pounded his load into me. The crowd at The Bull was not a pretty boy crowd but rather consisted largely of middle aged German men who saw to it that my hole remained in use and loaded. In fact I spent the next hour and a half gripping the bench while another eight guys used my hole. By the end of the night I felt so well used and loved it.

I met this beefy muscled ginger boy at a bar one night. He was early 20's, beautiful bubble butt, tattoo's, the nicest body I've seen in awhile. The boy was driving me crazy all night and kept staring at me. I finally went up and introduced myself and bought him a drink. We got talking, he was very touchy and flirty. A good sign. I put my hand on his lower back and we started making out at the bar. He was aggressive and I liked that. He asked if we could got to the backroom. Inside there he get's down on his knees and starts giving the best blowjob I've had in awhile. Pulling at my dick and rubbing the pre cum all over his. This goes on for about 25 minutes and asks me if we can go back to my place. So we get back to mine and the kid instantly starts taking off his clothes in front of me, gets down on all fours and spreads his ass. His beautiful ginger ass just perfect, and the nicest pink hole. I tell him I'm gonna breed that. He ask's if I'm POZ, I say I am, and the kid kind of get's freaked out. Not in a bad way, but just starts asking me question's. He finally gives me the answer I want, and says "use me as your cum dump" I don't think I've ever been so lucky picking up a guy at a bar. This beautiful ginger let me gag him with my cock till his eyes were watering and he was drooling, slap him around, and finally pound his hole. He moaned like a little bitch when I put it in him, and had to go slow, he told me he was a "top" .... yeah right. Next thing you know for an hour straight I'm fucking this kid every which way I can. And he's taking my dick so good. His hole was so red and stretched open, he held it open as I dripped my entire load down there. After it was all done, he starts fingering his ass and putting my cum all over his lips. I let him blow his load all over my face. He ate it off after. He stayed the night and the next day we went back at it again. He said it got him off fucking poz guys which was hot. He's coming over again this week and said we should film some stuff. Here's hoping he enjoyed his gift! Anyone else got hot stories of gingers?

So I finally did it guys...I submitted by pics to Dick Wadd through their site so I could hopefully be in one (or more!) of their vids. Wish me luck!

Did you read the tags? I wrote this several years ago. It's... different but I think some of you will get a kick out of it. --- Medical Examiner's report # 8815506-3481136 (Summary) Name: Holland, Martin Age: 92 Height: 191 cm Mass: 78 kg Race: caucasian Intake notes: Subject was discovered at or about 6:15 am Monday in Riverbank Park by a jogger. The jogger thought it odd that someone would be sitting on a park bench at that time dressed in a three piece suit. Jogger approached and noticed subject was not breathing and called 911. Subject was declared dead at the scene. Core temperature and lack of rigor put the time of death between 3:30 and 4:30am that day. External Examination: Head: Subject lacks teeth. Dentures are in and remarkably clean. Odors of urea and feces emanate from the oral and nasal cavities, but not from the dentures themselves. Neck: Signs of strangulation with a belt. Chest: Subject has both nipples pierced with holes large enough to accept 6.5mm rings. Rings are not present. Abdomen: Slightly distended. The stomach and large intestine can both be easily palpitated and are likely quite full. Genitals: Subject still maintains an erection several hours after death. Penis is 19cm long, uncircumcised with a 9.25mm “Prince Albert” piercing. However the scrotum and testicles are absent. In their place is a freshly, and crudely, cauterized wound. Additionally the anus is stretched to an alarming degree, with 3cm of rectum prolapsed out. No sign of tearing. Extremities: Slightly reddened ligature marks approximately 4cm wide can be found at both wrists and both ankles. Recent injection sites observed at the interior of both elbows, Scraping taken of matter under the fingernails and sent to lab for further analysis. Internal exam: Heart: Signs of over exertion. Lungs: Show evidence of mild smoking. Pancreas: Cancerous, stage 2. Stomach: Full to nearly bursting. (Initial incision left quite a mess.) Contents: urine, fecal matter, semen (too much to be from a single source), one Ensure® meal replacement strawberry flavor, and one testicle. Colon: The rectum, sigmoid, and descending colon are all stretched far beyond normal. They could accept objects with a circumference of 25cm without a problem. Stretching can be seen as far as 10 cm into the transverse colon. Additionally a black silicone object was discovered in the colon, 3cm diameter and 115 cm long. One end of it was nearly touching the scar from a years old appendectomy. Additional exam notes: It is unlikely the subject died at the point of discovery. Close examination of the joints, and observation of the skin under UV light points to the body being washed, dressed and moved postmortem. Lab results: Fingernails: Tests show the matter under the fingernails to be fecal with high levels of epithelial cells of the type found in the rectum and colon. DNA: DNA samples were taken from the subject, the cells under the fingernails, the semen in the stomach and the testicle. The DNA of the subject and the testicle are a match. The semen matches the subject, the owner of the epithelial cells, and at least 11 other individuals, two of whom are brothers. Database search provided no identification, but the semen of the subject and John Does 3, 7, and 10 all turn up in case #8951685-4258763 “Tox screen”: Subject had elevated blood levels of acetylsalicylic acid, diltiazem, pantoprazole, trimeterene, nitroglycerin, caffeine, nicotine, ethanol (.215 BAC), methamphetamine and its metabolized byproducts (estimated 2.25 grams over 3 days), and oxycodone. Tissue samples from around the genitals also show the presence of Caverject, lidocaine, and epinephrine. Conclusion: The cause of death is cardiac arrhythmia due to a combination of drugs and over exertion. Professionally I must label this suspicious, but personally it looks like Mr. Holland decided to go out with a bang rather than a whimper.

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.

I had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.

My family and I had to move for my last year in high school, and even worse it was an extra year in high school. So I was about to be the 19 year old new kid on the block going in for his super senior year. My old girlfriend and I hadn’t spoken in four months, school started in two weeks. Me and my mom were unpacking the living room together when she remembered, “Oh yeah David, the neighbor mentioned earlier he could use your help on some things around his house. I told him you’d stop by before dinner and see if you’d be able to handle the job. He’s going to pay you” “Ma are you serious?” “Yeah yeah so you should go do that now while we’re remembering, shouldn’t be too long but if you leave now maybe you’ll make dinner.” “Man alright, I’ll be back in a little I guess.” I walked outside thinking about the two neighbors I had, one middle-aged couple and one man. The couple looked like they were gone and so I walked to my neighbor’s house. And I rang his doorbell. He answered it in his jeans and plaid button up. “Hey I’m your new neighbor, I heard you wanted me for a job?” “Yeah you will do fine,” He gruffed. We walked through his doorway and to the living room and there was someone else there. “Oh I didn’t realize you had company.” But his company didn’t waste any time. He stomped toward me, “Faggot you’re the company.” He punched me the wind out of my gut and I leaned over the floor gasping. He grabbed my hair and threw my face towards the ground, “Lick my toes faggot.” He said while smacking the back of my head. The man who answered the door grabbed my neck and the belt of my jeans, yanked me onto my knees. He pushed my neck down and encouraged me aggressively to lick his toes. He pulled out a knife and just rubbed it against my clothes. “Lick them faggot and lick them good.” Obviously I listened. I licked with the tip of my tongue on the top of his toes, and then I proceeded to lick them. “Oh yeah faggot.” He said before he lifted his foot off the ground. “Suck my fucking feet bitch.” I put his toe into my mouth but he made me try to take as much of his foot as I could. “Oh yeah you have a pretty mouth when it’s stretched,” he pulled his foot out, “suck those fucking toes.” I wrapped my tongue around each and every toe never forgetting there was a knife at my ass. He took his foot out and told the guy who answered the door that I was perfect and ready. The guy who answered the door used the knife and made a tiny rip out of my jeans. Then he threw the knife and tore my jeans wide open, exposing what he called my beautiful pink boyhood. "Oh you're so ready for this you wore no briefs." He didn't buy my haven't unpacked excuse. His buddy started getting undressed while he leaned over my ear and whispered to me, “You do realize we’re about to nut you up, right?” I was able to look his direction in a frozen way. “Blink once if you understand.” And I did.

I'm just a whore bottom hole so after i had taken several anonymous loads last night i got a text from a top that's fucked me quite a few times in the past and always wants to fuck someplace new ... in the park, on the trail, in a bathhouse, in a bar, in a public restroom ... you get the picture. Last night he texted and said he was coming over and i was to be bent over naked in the street when he came around the corner. So, cum leaking down my leg, i went to the middle of the strert and bent over holding my ankles and blindfolded. I heard a car turn the corner and it impaled me in its headlughts. Door opened and steps approached and then a finger ran down my crack to my hole and inserted into my hole. I heard a zipper then and something bigger and harder than a finger pushed against my hole. He slid into my ass and began pumping for a good while. Picking up the pace he asked me where i wanted his baby juice. "Breed my ass!". You are a whore he called me and i agreed i had a whore pussy that wanted him to use it. Grunting slightly he bred me. Just then another car turned the corner and i heard 2 doors open and close. He asked them if they were here to breed me. We moved to the darker sideyard where all 3 turns on my ass until they all dumped a load in me. One of them said he had to piss so the first guy pushed me down to the ground. Three streams of hot piss covered me head to toe and then they left me naked, laying on the ground full of cum and covered in piss.

Thanks for the advice about not working the next day...but I am from New Orleans so dealing with next day party exhaustion is built into my DNA! Fortunately, I don't fly out until Wed night so I plan on just kicking it right there for two whole days. Why get a hotel room or airbnb when I can just stay put and keep it going. I'm crossing my fingers and uncrossing my legs to having a great time.

They're tearing down my old high school. I refer to it as "my high school" even though I only went there two years. I switched schools because I was bullied so bad. Bullied for being girlish, acting weird and finally --for being short. This was in the mid 80's when bullying was just a part of growing up and nobody reported anything and teachers looked the other way. I was called a 'fag' so many times that last year and shoved into lockers so often, it's amazing I didn't kill myself. I considered it often back then. At the center of it all was this guy I'll call 'Matt'. The fact that I'm changing his name to protect him is the ultimate in irony. His parents and my parents were old friends so I'd know him since preschool days. We lived in a farming area and were technically neighbors despite living nearly two mies apart. He was year older than me. My mom always hated him. He was trouble -- even as a little kid. He constantly picked on me and wanted to do tough boy stuff while I wanted to just have imaginary adventures where were explorers or astronauts or something. He liked to initiate fights of any kind and I just went along with it. He'd want us to throw dirt clods at dirt clods at each other or those little white driveway rocks. He was sometimes nice but mostlty mean. But he was like a magnet and I was drawn to him even though he was a cruel, cruel boy. None of this changed over the years. When we were in junior high, he showed me a dirty magazine and told me how to beat off. The year adfter that he taught me how to smoke and then eventually he got me drunk for the first time. And all along, he still wanted to fight. He'd get me in headlocks or twist my arm behind my back. He was also a bragger. His dad more money than mine, his house was nicer than mine, he was taller and stronger and on and on. Then highshcool happened and, Dear God, what a nightmare. Everybody changed. They all turned into adults and I still looked like I was nine years old. Plus. I had to get glasses which made me even more of an oddball. Even though it was a small school, Matt managed to disappear into his own crowd of tough guys who smoked and had learner's permits. I, of course,had flunked Driver's Ed. Driving terrified me -- which meant I was further isolated from kids my age. And like every rural town back then, all the kids were smoking weed which I'd never even seen or smelled in person. During all this, people started noticing my girlish tendencies and my high voice. Boom, I was a target. "Sissy", "Queer", "Queer Bait", "Homo", "Faggot" were among the things I was called. You'd think Matt would feel some tiny bit of kinship or shared history and stick up for me once in a while, but no. Most of my abusers were his pals. The very last time we ever talked he told me not to sit near him during pep rallies or assemblies. High school was going great for him and didn't want my association with him to spoil it. And then I dropped out. I did well at my new school and graduated near the top. I made a few great friends and then went off to college where I was exceptional in every class. I moved to a big city and landed a terrific job. My voice had deepened and my body filled out. Ny height maxed out at only 5'8", but that really doesn't count as "short" to the general poulation. Everything was going swell. Adding to my genral happiness was the reports from hometown I'd get during weekly phone chats with the parents. Mike S. had died in a car crash, Luke B. had killed himself, Mack J. was in prison. Each tidbit of news like that fed my soul. I won! On top of that. the whole town had gone to shit thanks to the sudden appearance of hard drugs. My folks are pretty square so they didn't know which drugs exactly except that5 they could be used with a pipe or a needle. That could have been a few different subtances, but as long is it laid waste to that rotten place I was glad it had arrived. When I asked about Matt my mom was all too eager to repeat rumors she'd heard from her friends. He was unemployed and still living at home. He was also fat and grubby-looking and, according to her, would hang out in a trailer with fellow druggies shooting up the drugs they bought. Ha! He stumbled and went down while I was completely happy and successful. I won! I hit my early 30's and the state had swarmed in and cleaned up that whole county. Lots of people were arrested and drug houses were demolished. The town tried to come back with new sidewalks and landscapes. And then they decided to tear down my old high school and build a new one. Oh how I wanted to witness the demolition in person! I went down that Summer to stay with my parents for a week of vacation. On a sunny, warm Saturday they were having a "walk through" of the school before they started auctioning off the light fixtures, toilets, bricks etc. My dad was excited about it because he loved auctions of any kinf and I was excited because I wanted to piss on the walls or vandalize a classroom or something like that. Yeah, it may seem emtionally unhealthy but that was the place that made me this way. So we went to town that morning. I expected to feel happy to see the boarded-up building, but just thw shape of it caused my chest to tighten up. I didn't breathe the whole time it took Dad to find a parking space. My legs were shaking. I had to man up. I was still a fag, but I was a winning fag. I was also pretty much unrecognizable from the kid I used to be, but that didn't stop me from petting my sunglasses on. I didn't want them to see me coming. We saw a bunch of older guys in overalls and my dad needed to talk to each one of them. The walk through had been going on for half an hour by the time we got to the entrance. It hit me the second we got in. It smelled exactly the same and even though there was no electricity, I could tell the walls were exactly the same stupid pale blue they'd been for decades. I had to take my sunglasses off because there were no lights and more than halfthe windows were boarded up. It was dark but you could still navigate down the halls. Everybody had moved to the second floor already. I guess that's where most of the valuable stuff was (computers, copiers, library books). My dad was in the middle of a bunch of other farmers he knewheading up the stairs and they were busy with their chatter. I found myself alone in the first floor hallway, right in front of the princepal's office. I wanted to go in there and piss on the desk of the man who did nothing to protect me. I would have done just that, but stragglers kept wandering in. I let myself into the gym instead. This had been a place of torture as well. I walked across the basketball court and wished I had to take shit. A couple of turds right on top of the achool logo would hace been a perfect farewell. I went all the way back to where the locker rooms were. It still smelled like dirty balls even though no students had been through there for six or seven months. It's that moment that I realized the structure itself wasn't my tormenter. The stupid kids were, and they had long since gone. The hate and the need for revenge drained out of my body. I just felt tired and bored. Oh well...maybe I'd just pee and go wait outside for Dad. Where the urinals always that small? That's when I heard "Looking for something special?" from somewhere in the shadows behind me. Emerging into a sliver of light was Matt himself. I barely recognized him. He was wearing dirty denim overalls that accentuated his huge gut and had a full, bushy red beard like a bootlegger from "Coal Miner's Daughter" or something. He wa a few inches taller, but didn't exactly tower over me like he used to. He looked completely different but not like how I imagined a drug user to look. Weren't they all skeletal? He sure wasn't. Just dirty and generally unhealthy. "I wouldn't have known who you were if I hadn't saw you walk in with your dad." I could tell from how he talked that he was missing a few teeth. I didn't feel all that scared like you'd think I would. I really didn't feel anything that could be named accurately. He moved closer. "Got nothin' to say to say to yer old buddy?" No. I didn't. I wanted to leave. He stepped even closer and I could smell his B.O. and a hint of alcohol. Then he was just a few inches away. God, his face looked like shit. The drugs hadn't made him thin but they had sure done their damage to his skin. I was searching for something to say when the last thing I ever expected happened. He was hugging me. Huh?! No. I was wrong. He was trying to get me involved in a wrestling match. Seriously? I was bigger and stronger and could fight back now. I pushed him off of me only to have him tackle me again. I landed ghard on the concrete floor and the wind was compltely knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe as he got me in a bear hug again, then lifted me up and carried me back to the shower area. Another fall on my back and this time the back of my head was slammed as well. I saw the edges of my vision blur as the pain overwhelmed me. He stood back a little and leaned against the wall next to the shower nozzles. I collected myself as quick as I could and started to stand up, but I stumbled and Matt actually reached with one of his fat hands to help me up. I was busy trying to fill my lungs with air while he pulled a pint of rum or something from his back pocket and took a swig. He offered me a sip and I shook my head. No. I stood up straight and tall and steeled myself for this. What in the world did I have to be scared of? This fat mess? "You got stronger. Been workin' out?" he said while thumping my chest with his bottle-free hand. "No", I said in a voice that was way deeper than he would have ever imagined,"but that was the very last time you'll ever touch me. Got it?" "No, but I got this," he drawled as he pulled a fat prick head out of the fly of his grimey overalls. I didn't move. I was frozen, and he must have taken my inaction as fascination because he pushed the whole organ out for me to see. A flood of weird memories back to me. His dick looked like a lightbulb. The shaft was short and skinny and the head was perfectly round and oversized. I knew that dick. I remembered right then that he hadn't told me how to beat off...he'd shown me. In flashes I saw us walking alongside a creek in his dad's pasture where he started wrestling me again. He'd sat on my chest and quickly stroked his little member up and down for a few seconds before squirting some stinky cream all over my neck and shirt collar. I also remember him guiding that thing into my underage mouth nearly a dozen times that year. I'd blocked it all out. I felt the hate and anger coming back in waves as he stroked his gross meat. I snatched the bottle out of his free hand and took a long swig of what I guessed to be whiskey, not rum. "Here's what you don't get, asshole. You lost and I won! I got out of this shit town and you didn't move an inch. Still living with ma and pa, are you? I have a career, a sweet car and my own home. What do YOU have?! Nothing! YOU LOST! I WON!" I was yelling with a force that was dug up from somewhere deep down inside me. "My, my, my." he said in a slightly slurred voice as he moved a little ways away before adding "I got something you don't." "What?? A drug habit? DUIs? Needle marks?". I barked. I grew bold and grabbed his left arm to inspect for tracks. There weren't any. Huh? That's when he swung his fist around and caught me squarely in the cheek. I didn't hit the floor this time. Rage was keeping me upright like a steel structure, but it sure fucking hurt. "I never shot in my arm. Cops look for that. Me and my girls always used the veins in our feet. Look..." he stepped out of his size 13 sneakers, peeled off the filthy socks and showed me his gross feet. A couple of toes were swollen and scabby. Infection lived down there for sure. As I gazed at them, he made quick work of unstrapping his overalls and lifting off his shirt. Then he stepped out of the smelly denim and was completely nude. His big fat stomach just bobbed there unashamedly. What the hell?? It would have been a good time to run, but he was still a magnet, keeping me close. It was with a bizarre sense of loyalty or intimacy that I knelt to the floor and wrapped my mouth around the fat head of his dick. I was just noticing how clean it seemed compared to the rest of him when he grabbed the back of my head and started a slow thrusting. It was all so familiar. He groaned and said a few things that I barely heard above the sound of my heartbeat. "Strip", he commanded as he stood there with his shiny, wet dick bobbing beneath his gut. I did so without thinking too much of anything. He sized me up and handed me the bottle. "I..." "Don't talk. Just drain that fucker cuz you're gonna need it in a second." I swallowed it all down and let the bottle fall from my numb hand. It didn't break, just bounced noisily into a corner. And then we had one last wrestling match for old time's sake. He had me pinned after he knew all my fight was gone. Then I was kneeling on the floor and he was on my back with his wet prick aimed exactly where I wanted him to aim it. It hurt like hell when he tried to get that fat head in my hole, but i didn't even have the strength to yell. The worst of the pain didn't last all that long anyway. After a minute, it was just me with my forehead down on the floor, feeling his blubber squooshing around on my spine and his little torpedo pivoting in and out of my guts. He was talking again. "You didn't win nothin' that I'm not taking from you now." Then he roared as he blasted his nasty cum deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me and lied there for about half a minute. He got up. I could hear him shuffling around and thought he was getting dressed. That's when a stream of hot, smelly liquid hit my back. He was pissing on me. Of course. He'd won and deserved his victory, I guess. I lost everything.

So I have been a long time fan of this site and read many stories. Felt like it was my time to start sharing. This is the story of how I was introduced and became addicted to bb. I went to high school in Florida and vowed that I would move away for college. And that I did. One summer visiting my parents was the summer that changed my life. I decided to spend a good 3 weeks with my parents and after a couple of days I was finding every excuse to get out of the house. One particularly horny say I was on grindr and this older muscle daddy hit me. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over for some fun. Mind you I was pretty inexperienced to the whole gay/sex thing and also normally (no longer the case) not attracted to older guys. However my parents were being particularly annoying, and I was pretty horny so I took him up on the offer. I lied to my parents about how I was meeting some friends from high school borrowed my mom's car and drove to this guys house. Along the way I was super nervous and asked him if he had condoms and lube since I didn't have any. He told me not to worry. Upon reaching his house I walk up to the door and before I even knock this muscular shirtless daddy opens the door in nothing but gym shorts where are very noticeable bulge is showing. Stammering and getting all shy I don't know really what to do and I'm pretty sure he could tell how new I was to everything. This daddy changed my entire perspective of older guys. Salt and pepper hair, white and muscular body. A good 6 inches taller than me (I'm 5'8 average build) is looming over me and I can smell his musk. He grabs my shoulders and brings me in closing the door behind him. Never taking his hands off my shoulders he leads me deeper into his house and guides me to his bedroom. He then proceds to tell me not to worry. Asking me at the same time how old I was (at the time I was very discreet on grindr and has barely anything on it) I proceed to tell him I'm 19 in which he laughs and says his son is close to my age. This amazing specimen of a man was 55 and had a body of a 30 year old. The entire time he is talking to me he keeps his hands on my shoulders almost like he is preventing me from running away. He then asks me how experienced I am in which I told him honestly I've only had sex once and a couple or bjs. He got a twinkle in his eye and asked me if I had ever been rimmed before. My clueless self actually responded with what is rimming in which he laughed and said that he would show. Pushing me onto his bed he proceds to start to make out with me. I feel his tongue lightly push into my mouth and I get a hint of mouth wash. His expert hands are caressing my body and working their way to my ass. He proceds to lay on top of me and I feel my breath leaving me. Somehow he has worked my pants off me and my raging 7 inch cock was straining my boxers. He proceds to pull my boxers down giving my boner its freedom. He starts kissing my neck, then chest working his way down. Licking my nibbles and involuntary moan leaves my mouth. Looking up at me he says oh sensitive nipples I see and proceeds to suck and lick both my nipples causing me to gasp and moan. He wedges his legs between mine spreading my ass wide and I feel something hard pressing against it. This entire time he had kept his shorts in and I had not gotten to see his dick. I reach down to try to grab it in which he grabs his hands and says "no boy not yet" he then spreads my legs with his hands exposing my pink hole and I hear a growl from him. "Mmmm nice boy let me show you what rimming is" In which he puts his head down to my ass and starts to lick my hole. I gasp never before having felt something like it before. One word to describe it, pure ecstasy. He licks and tongue fucks me as I moan and wiggle under his expert skills. "yes boy you like it don't you. You want my dick next" Being in a euphoric haze I just nod at him and finally his gym shorts come off. Out comes a 8 inch dick that had a very noticeable curve to the left. He process to hold my legs and bring his dick to my hole. This snaps me our of my haze and ask him to put on a condom and get lube. He tells me to not to worry he will as he rubs his dick on my wet hole. I moan in which he smiles and asks me if I like it. Nodding my head he continues to rub his dick on my hole. I feel him gently push his dick on my hole in which I stop him again and he said he just wants to rub on it some more and he will get a condom. My naive self said OK and let him keep rubbing it. He does this circular motion on my hole with his dick head that just feels so amazing. Pushing ever so lightly on my hole just continuing the circle motion. Ever time though he pushs just a little more and I'm whimpering under him. What he is doing just feels so amazing. Without any warning he suddenly pushs just a little more and I feel his dick enter me with a small pop. Pain floods my brain and I try to push him off me. "stay still boy, just relax" he told me "breathe" He doesn't move even though I'm pushing on his chest to get off me. His grip on my legs tighten and I feel him push in deeper. Causing me to cry out some more. "please stop, it hurts and you don't have a condom" He just smiles this devilish smile at me and push a deeper and then I feel it. His dick pressing against my prostate causing precum to gush out of my dick. Seeing this he starts a slow rhythmic thrust aiming for that spot. My arms weaken and I longer try to push him off me. Pure ecstasy has taken over and I start to see stars. My body shakes and my ass clenches on his dick. I can no longer resist his dick feels so good, like something I had never felt from the sex with a condom I had before. It is so smooth and I can feel every bit of his cock no friction which surprised me since we didn't use lube. He continues to fuck me going faster and faster "yeah boy. Your hole is mine now. You want my daddy load don't you." "please daddy. Fuck me. Please give it to me" I can't even believe the things coming out of my mouth but I say all of it to him. I just don't want it to stop Suddenly he push a in right on my spot and gives a low growl. I can feel his dick expanding in me and this weird sensation. "its all yours boy fuck yeah" he says as he shoots deep in me more and more. Unloading into me I start to jerk off and cum all over myself. He finally pulls out and throws me a towel just laughing. I end up driving home in a daze but something in me has changed. I wanted it again and that is all I knew

Me too. Although if the hole has multiple loads, love to piston fuck.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 5) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Davis was on the floor, trying to avoid the beating. I stood above him, with two of my pals and we were swinging our belts and hit his body in every possible spot. He trashed around, but had no chance to escape the whipping. The scene was filmed by the 4th guy and he switched between close ups of the welts appearing all over Davis’ body and the scenery from afar. So we could enjoy those minutes again and again later on. We showed no mercy. It was like the warming up before the main event. Our cocks stood out proud and hard, just wishing the rape would start right now. Davis was not screaming at the moment. It was more or less just grunting. He clenched his teeth and almost seemed out of this world. And again the lad tried to flee from the pain and the violence. He simply fainted on us. We were so in motion, that we didn’t notice it at first. Out of breath we stopped our attack. “You brought us a nice piece of meat” someone said. “Wake him up” I said coldly. Another bucket of cold water was splashed over his head. He gasped for air and looked around disorientated. “No more…” were his first words. “No more…” he repeated again. “No more… beating” I said. “No more…” I stressed my words and crouched next to him. “Move your body to the bed” I whispered to Davis. “Move your fucking body to the bed and spread your fucking legs so we can start ripping your ass open.” with that I got up again and gave the lad a little nudge with my boots to make him more cooperative. Slowly he crawled to one of the beds, accompanied by our booted feet, showing him the right way. Every muscle in his body was tensed. It was such a great moment, hearing his soft sobbing, realizing he wanted to crawl away from us, but we gave him little kicks, so it would be easier for him to find our love nest. We grinned at each other and jerked our cocks slowly. “Good boy” I teased him Davis looked around scared, when he got onto the bed. “On your back cunt and spread those damn legs” I growled. Davis assumed position, but didn’t look all too happy about it. “Now… Davis… wouldn’t it be nice, if you would repeat the words you used, when you contacted me?” I asked soothingly. “About getting fucked?” he asked timidly. “About everything…” I answered loudly. “Tell us how you wanted to be raped and your cunt busted.” The 18 year old boy shook his head. “You better tell us…” I warned him. “I… I wanted to be raped. I… I wanted my cunt destroyed *sniffs* I needed hard cock….” Davis mumbled. “Exactly and now a little bit louder and say it in a way, that we believe it.” I ordered him to tell us the things a second time. Before that, I told my pals to assemble on the bed, next to our little rape toy and let him stroke our cocks and lick two cockheads, while the 5th fellow would film this great scene. Davis looked around, not knowing how to react. While Davis got a zoom up, jacking us off or lick our dickheads we gave him the opportunity to look straight into the cam and tell us his deepest desires. “I…. *sob* I… want to be raped.” “I am a useless cunt and need to be destroyed” Tears ran down his face while he praised his hole to be torn apart and to be fucked bloodily. “Good cunt…. we will give you, what you were looking for.” and we fist bumped each other, while using insults on the lad. “So let’s get started. You must be delirious already” I laughed cruelly. I went between the guys legs and arranged his legs to be on my shoulder. Davis tried to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than this helpless little twink. “Someone hand me the lube….” I demanded. It was a lot commotion going on now. Davis felt my cock nestling against his tiny hole, already probing to gain entrance. He wasn’t happy about it and tried to push me away. “Lube….” I shouted and tried to get the boy under control. “Erm… nobody brought lube with him apparently.” “We need lube…. oh well, spit and blood will do it also I guess….” I mused. “This will hurt lad, but it will hurt you more, that it will hurt me” I cackled gleefully. “As soon as you bleed, my cock will glide more easily into your twat. Don’t worry….” I added. “Maybe this will help?” someone said. A guy came out of the bathroom, holding a used toothbrush in his hand. He looked at the men… They looked at me… I looked at Davis… “We need to get your hole bloody…” I told him truthfully. Suddenly Davis understood the concept and started wailing…

Point Break - Part 2: Hotel Hoe Down : I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all shades of darkness, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” My trip to NYC was going great so far. I had checked in, taken some anonymous dick in my room when this superior BBC master I had chatted with sent his buddy to ‘inspect me’. I got bred and fucked good, then was told to go up to the 17th floor, where, amidst the debris and chaos of the floor renovation, the BBC, or shadow man since I had not seen his face, got me high on a crack pipe then pounded the fucking living daylights out of my ass. I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? “You want some more rock?” the shadow man asked. I was relishing the heat radiating from my ass, picturing his AIDS nutt burrowing like the great worms of Dune through my intestinal wall. I got up onto my knees and replied, “Yeah, sure.” Shadow man stepped forward, his POZ dick so close, his face darker than a summer storm when he reached down and cuffed me good, “Try that again hoe - that’s no way to address your superior black master especially after he just gifted you. So, if you trying to be that drugged-up-pussy-slut, how do you think you respond - huh?” I hung my head, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” He chuckled, “Fucking dick hungry white cunts. That’s better. You learn quick. Good thing because me and my homies plan to seed that manhole. Show you how big and filthy and nasty the Big Apple sewer rats are. Fill you with gutta-snipe dick, infected jizz, sling that dope in your lungs and veins, and make you O.D. every which way imaginable.” Hell yeah! I was still trying to process each part of what he had just said when shadow man stepped out of my line of vision, went behind me, grabbed the plastic sheeting, then I heard him cut into it with a knife or some other instrument. He walked up behind me, rested his still hard dick on my right shoulder and I about broke my neck trying to twist it so I could touch him with my tongue. He lowered a big slice of plastic construction sheeting down in front of my face, moved his hands in unison towards the back of my head and said, “Reach up and grab it in the back right where my hand is at.” I lifted my left hand and grabbed the stiff, slick, plastic. Shadow man was behind me and I heard RRRRIIIIPPPPP. “Stay fucking still and don’t worry. Won’t have you falling out on me just yet, but if you real good got a buddy who will choke you out just as he slams his monster dick in to breed you - you won’t fucking believe how that feels. Anyways, going to tape this shit up, wrap you up like a bag of medical waste and will then cut a hole flap for your mouth/nose in a minute so you can take the pipe, wet the dick, swallow the piss, and whatever the else I fucking decide to stuff your gullet with. What do you say fag boy?” Even through the plastic now covering my face he could clearly hear my reply, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” Having wrapped my head in plastic and duct tape like a mummy, shadow man then stood in front of me and said, “You better not flinch, otherwise you can play the Joker in the next Batman movie.” He gripped the plastic between his fingers and slowly sliced into it making a diagonal line left to right from just about my left nostril down to the right corner of my mouth, then reversed the process so the plastic had a big X cut into it. He shoved two fingers through the hole. I opened my mouth; he scraped up my gums and cheeks a bit as I spread my jaw wider and wider. “Yeah, that’ll do,” he proclaimed. Shadow man stepped away, “Aiight, open that air hole up so you can hit this big rock. You ain’t no baby bird no more so I want to see a true fucking rock star you hear me? Suck that shit up; hold it deep, I want you to tweak the fuck out. You are going to give up control one way or the other - willingly or not - I don’t give a fuck which and before we’re done you’ll be begging to have me slut you to the NYPD mounted patrol so that hoe pussy can get filled with 4-legged horse dick.” CLICK - the lighter caught, the rock hissed as it sparked, the cool glass quickly warmed up between my lips and I almost flinched and pulled away as the flame felt awful close to my face, but I held steady. “Good bitch - good bitch. Take that smoke,” my superior BBC master said. Over and over, back to back, I hit the pipe and was getting fidgety as hell. He then stepped away, I could hear him inhaling, exhaling, could smell the rank particles filling the air. “We all good - come on now. The homies are waiting,” he said. I stood up, let him turn me around, and reached back to try to find his hard shaft and grabbed on. “Dick hungry hoe huh? Tell me faggot hoe how you going to make this superior black man proud tonight?” I spit the words out quicker than Vanilla Ice, “Fuck me master. As much as you want - as many guys as you want - whore me out - drug me up - no limits MASTER - just infect me, POZ me, fill me with dirty dick, seed, dick...of Jesus I’m kinda fucked up. Um...make me take your piss, slap me, choke me, spank me, um...fuck me - oh wait I said that. Use your toothbrush on me MASTER - my mouth and ass - um...pussy cunt. Manhole.” Shadow man laughed, slapped my ass cheeks hard, grabbed my hips then slammed his raw dick back in with no warning as he filled me, “Fuck yeah white bitch twitch. All that and more and that’s just the beginning. I got a whole lotta R&B planned for you. Rob you and beat you - rape you and breed you - rim you and bang you - rip you up and bust you out. I may O.D. you just to watch you shake, sweat, puke, shit, and hallucinate until you think you at fucking Coney Island before I put that pipe back to those lips and set you right just so I can edge you back out all over again with one fucked up trip after another.” My mind reeled as he roughly grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms behind my back and twisted, “And that’s just tonight.” I groaned as he slid his BBC out of my hungry ass, and shook with need for the pleasures that awaited me down the rabbit hole. “Come on” he said as he pushed me forward, “I’m just walking you down the hall. I got you. Don’t worry. You won’t fall or shit. Homies are waiting.” He paused, slammed me face up against the door jam, drove his dick back in me, and snarled, “Nothing gets my POZ nutts churning that boy cunt butter like watching my home boys use a hoe bitch - totally anonymous - on the DL. Big dicks one and all. Rough trade shit - and each and every motha-fuckin one has AIDs or some sketchy shit to breed in that puss puss. They’ll be fighting, drinking, drugging, and whoring - you being the whore. What? Don’t fuckin worry about where we going. Jesus. I can see we need to keep that mouth stuffed. OK - you saw all the construction shit up here? Well a couple years back some folks from China or some shit bought the place. Thought we were going to be the next big thing, so they decided to tear shit up. Make it all high end. Well, what they didn’t realize is folks with that kind of cash don’t come to this part of town. Nothing here. So shit tanked - new owners, whatever. Anyways, things got left as they are with no money or plans in the future to fix it. So, I use it for my needs - to breed and POZ dumb fucks like you, and more. Just down the hall is the only room they done up - a suite - or what would have been a new suite. It was a model of how they thought the whole place would look. Come on now. Enough yapping.” I let the superior BBC master guide me through the debris, down the hall until he stopped, “OK, let’s do another rock real quick like. Huff it up like you having a baby - an AIDs baby - my baby - you about to give birth so suck that smoke good.” This time the smoke scalded my windpipe and lungs going down and coming up - it was like inhaling acid! Satisfied, he rapped on the door - paused - rapped twice real fast - paused, then again. Nothing. I could hear him slide his key card in and the door caught as he opened it, “GOD DAMN IT MUTHA-FUCKAS. WHY THE HELL DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR? COME ON NOW AND LET ME IN - I GOT TONIGHT’S PINK PUSSY TREAT AND THE HOE IS ALL LOOSEY-GOOSEY.” The door lock was flipped back; a wave of voices, smells, and other noises permeated the plastic wrapped around my head. “Where’s that tin foil - don’t fuckin burn it through man - hell! Who got a fresh needle? Man I hope that puta gets here soon - I need to piss something fierce. Yo - who snagged by box of rocks? Motha-fuckas better step up! You dealing or what man? Come on now. The bet is good.” Almost as one all the voices hushed like the Pope had just entered the room. Through the opaque plastic I could make out just general shades of darkness, light, movement and the bright areas in front of me filled into dark voids and multiple men gathered round - how many I had no idea. I was turning my head side to side like a hooded falcon on an Arabian prince’s arm. Shadow man spoke up, “Hey, hey HEY! Jesus it’s like running a God-damn day care sometimes with you all. Listen up. So far, this hoe has done good - real good. But - and you know what I mean when I say but - the faggot gurl still has some proving to do. So, I need to go down to the restaurant and fix some shit real quick. In the meantime - HEY HEY HEY fuckin shut up! In the meantime, just stick to the pipe for now but no limits on the man cunt aiight? I already marked that pussy good so POZ it up, bloody it up, beat it up, what the fuck ever I don’t care.” My BBC master let go of my arm, voices were raised, hands grabbed me, and before I could barely take a breath I was bent over with some uncut, slimy dick fucking my mouth while a toilet paper roll sized one fucked my ass. The voices started again… “Yo, pull off that mouth - let me share this spark - come on now, take the pipe - suck it up, yeah bitch - yeah! Fucking wet pussy right here guys - fucking wet - sloppy - fuck that’s good - already dropped some cum - who’s next? Back off nicca! You and those fucking toys - no way man! We only using this hoe for dick - dick dick dick. Need me to say it again? Why does Carlos always try lifting them ankles up when he sees my big black dick swinging? You going all gurly on us Carlos? Or you going to do some baby momma making? HA! Come open that mouth and lick my fuckin drip! Get ready for this Superman dick! Wait no - Iron Man - yeah my shit’s brick hard - oh fuck - wait - Thor dick - with my war hammer! You dumb ass - Thor’s white! He needs this Black Panther Dick prison fuck down. Let me climb up in that hole and show you what’s what. Skeet skeet - take them babies in that fag cunt! Swallow - don’t fuckin dribble! That’s some good piss right yo! Hey - who can film this shit - look at them ass lips stretch for my monster! Fucking-eh niccas, homie got us a true freak sub! Look at that shim’s cunt pulse after I brushed it good - all bloody and ready for my POZ load - fuck yeah!” On and on it went as one after another of the dudes gave me the smoke, gave me the pipe, gave me their manly juices from spit, to piss, to nutt and more nutt. Like shadow man said, there was plenty of fighting and shit and I was not the only one who was going to leave that room with bruises. I was on my back on the couch; my legs lifted high and up so the top fucking me could dig in deep. His dark image a blur through the plastic homemade hoodie as he pounded and with each thrust he worked to fill my mouth with his spit as he practiced lobbing chunks at my open, eager air hole. Someone sat down on the couch to the right, patted my head, and said, “Well, well, well. I see the hoe’s found what that pussy needed.” It was shadow man. “Remember I said I got a buddy who will choke you out as he breeds you? He just rolled in from the clubs and is horny as shit, so as soon as my boy here gets his nutt, you are going on a new trip.” While shadow man sat with his hand on the couch beside mine, his buddy finished his business and dumped some more cum in my raw ass. “Come on,” shadow man said as he helped me stand up. I was a bit dizzy, my legs cramped, cum and ass juice were running down my legs. He pushed/steered me away from the din of his homies’ voices, into another room, and shut the door, then said, “My boy is a gully gangsta nicca who goes hard. He’s an extreme motha-fucka, but knows his shit; so don’t be tripping over it. Enjoy the fucking ride. Here, sit on the toilet, let your guts release whatever the hell you got stored up in there - you ain’t U-Haul - then we’ll dab you out with some hoe tampons, make you nice and dry so you’ll feel it good when he takes you.” I had my eyes closed behind the plastic hood over my head. Not sure why, maybe just my body’s way of trying to reset, relax, and let flow what needed to flow. Have you ever tried to wipe your ass without being able to see? I had to laugh at my attempts, but shadow man stood me up, dabbed me dry, and inspected me to make sure I was good. He flushed and closed the lid then had me sit back down. “Can I hit the pipe?” I asked. He just laughed, walked away, the door closed, I was alone - or so I thought. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - echoed from the far corner. I tilted my head, turned, and for the first time saw the darkness of a large monster hiding in the corner with a long flame spitting up to burn his smoke. I didn’t dare move, or speak. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - and then the flame died, the monster moved, and his darkness filled the void. “Stand the fuck up, bend over, and show me that cunt,” the monster growled. His claws dug into my tender, used, flesh hole, then he spun me around and I could imagine his incisors long, and sharp, ready to rend my flesh apart. His face was inches from mine, his breath hot on the bits of skin that showed through the cut in the plastic hood. He reeked of smoke, liquor, and more. My wrists were grabbed hard, my hands raised and set against his bearded, square-jawed head, “Feel my face - run your fingers on my grill - hmmm - make those memories of your executioner - imagine in your mind the roughest thug nicca you can, times that shit by 10, and still you be bowing at my feet as the scrap of worthless hoe flesh you are.” I was turned around and a beast dick pressed at my hole. “This that grown man dick that none these youngins can give you,” the monster promised. Cold steel then pressed against my skin as he slid a knife between the plastic hood and my lower neck. Gently he edged up, got a finger underneath, and made small saw cuts creating a flap in the back. I thought he was going to take the plastic hood off me, but instead, he wound layers of duct tape around my forehead and over my eyes and bridge of my nose, securing the plastic in place on my head and cutting off what little light remained in my world. My chest heaved in and out as my adrenaline kicked in, but I held myself steady against the bath vanity. The knife was laid on the counter as this BBC monster slid his open hands up my spine, parted to the right and left sides of my neck, and then with practiced ease interlocked his muscled hands around my throat. He began tapping his right index finger against the spot on my neck where my carotid artery pulsed and fluttered like he was setting his own body’s clock and rhythm to mine. He pressed his body closer and I could feel his stiff dick at my asshole. He set his head against mine, his face by my left ear - closer still and he was ready. “Usually I got to pay to have a knock out thot delivered cause I’m not going down again on no rape charge, but while you are free, you sure the fuck not willing!” The monster slammed his mutant dick into me dry and I yelped in pain, and his grip tightened, “Feel your god’s hands around that throat squeezing your life out - feel your god’s dick in your ass, filling you with my AIDs death. Prep won’t do you no good. My shit is totally med resistant and toxic and now I can add another tear drop tattoo to my face, and…” I was out. My eyes fluttered. I felt the heavy weight of the ocean on me like I was a sub that had been torpedoed and begun to sink, but slowly started to find my way back to the surface, back to the light, bobbing once more upon the waves. I was still bent over the vanity - well slumped - with the monster’s claws digging into my neck as he ravaged my now, wet hole with his breeding stick. I fought to stand up straight, to feel him go deeper, and he growled his approval. I grabbed his powerful forearms as he mauled me and scratched and slapped and scrabbled as the monster invaded my flesh and secured me in its death grip. “FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS NICCA DICK - RAPE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! GOD DAMN PUSSY FAGGOT - FEEL MY 11-INCHES RIP YOU A NEW ASS HOLE - INFECT THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! BEAT YOU TO DEATH FROM THE INSIDE OUT! POZZING YOU FUCKING BITCH - POZZING YOU GOOD - PO….” and I was out again as he squeezed my neck full force. There was an incessant pounding in my head - no on my head and why was it so fucking loud? My eyes took a quick peek, closed, reopened, and then closed again. Quit fucking slapping me! Well that’s what I thought, but not a sound came out of my mouth. I groaned. Shadow man’s voice loomed over me, “Come on back now - there you go - he’s a fucking pro but some bitches take longer to come back around than others and guess you’re one of the slow ones.” I moaned again, someone rolled me onto my right side, my ass was pried apart, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THAT - CRAZY NICCA TORE THAT SHIT UP!” someone said, followed by, “LET ME CLIMB ON THAT SHIT - SCOPE IT GOOD.” Shadow man rolled me back over, “Fucking wait a minute bro, fuck. Come on, help me sit him up a sec, here, drink this, it’s just water, drink it all. There you. Feeling better huh? Yeah you are.” I was on a bed, well a mattress as there were no sheets or anything. I turned my head left then right, dark demons shifted in and out of the light and I reached up to touch my sore neck and throat. Appeared shadow man had rebuilt my plastic hood as the duct tape was gone off my eyes, the cut in the back repaired, and once again I was just an anonymous cum dump for whatever dick needed a hole. Shadow man spoke again, “I need you to scoot up a little - you OK - there you go - now get on your hands and knees - now feel my dick - OK back up, back up, fuck yeah that feel good? I know it does. You’re such a fucking cock slut! Now I’m going to lay back and want you to come with me - just roll back, keep my dick in you, and lie on top of me - yeah just like that. Yeah I know that pussy’s hurting, but we’re about to take care of that real good - real fucking good.” My ass was on fire, and my whole abdomen hurt, it hurt to even breath, but shadow man wrapped his arms around my chest, held me tight to his warm body, and continued to monitor my temp with his BBC buried to the hilt in my swollen ass. My superior BBC master provided the commentary to fill me in on what was happening now, “TIME TO GET YOU POINTED OUT. EVER TAKEN CRYSTAL THROUGH A NEEDLE? HEROIN? ANYTHING? OH DAMN - A VIRGIN! SHIT - WELL NOT FOR ANY LONGER. MY HOMIE HERE IS ABOUT TO WRAP A RED CANVAS BELT AROUND YOUR RIGHT BICEP. FEEL THAT TUGGING TIGHT? OK, NOW HE HELD THE SYRINGE UP TO HIS MOUTH, PUT THE ORANGE CAP BETWEEN HIS JACKED UP TEETH - REALLY MAN YOU NEED A GRILL OR SOME SHIT TO COVER THAT FREAKNESS UP. ANYWAYS, HE’S GOT THE CAP IN HIS TEETH AND IS NOW CHECKING THE SYRINGE. THE SYRINGE HAS A BIG METAL RING ON THE END, LIKE A GRENADE PIN YOU KNOW? HE’S GOT HIS FINGER THROUGH THAT AND - WAIT - OK - NOW YOU’LL FEEL HIM TAP YOUR RIGHT ARM. WHAT’S HE DOING? HE’S LOOKING FOR A VEIN. A VEIN HE CAN INJECT YOU IN. THIS AINT’ NO KIDDIE MEDICINE YOU GET SQUIRTED IN YOUR MOUTH. THIS IS TURN-YOU-INTO-A-SEX-SLAVE SHIT COCKTAIL. YOU DON’T THINK I MAKE A LIVING WORKING AT THIS HOTEL DO YOU? FUCK JESUS - THANK GOD FOR NAIVE FAG PUSSY LIKE YOU. OK - CHRIST YOU GOT SOME GOOD VEINS - WE’LL SEE HOW LONG THOSE LAST. OK, HE’S DOUBLE CHECKING THE SYRINGE, LITTLE SQUIRT, NOW JUST BY YOUR ELBOW CREASE YOU WILL FEEL A LITTLE PRICK - JUST A LITTLE - THEN MAYBE SOME COOLNESS. FEEL THAT? HE’S FILLED YOUR VEIN UP GOOD. NOW GET READY - HERE COMES THE FUCKING RUSH - WHEN HE PULLS THE BELT OFF YOU’LL WANT TO COUGH, THAT’S OK, JUST LET IT OUT, I GOT YOU.” Everything then happened so fast. The belt came off my arm, my body went extra dimensional, I got so fucking hot - voices were crashing around inside my head. What the fuck did you give me?” I managed to blurt, “I want to go back to my room. Take me to my room, I…I don’t like this...I…” The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. Once again my arm was tapped as one of the anonymous breeders prepared to infect my ass and veins. In a brief moment of clarity I wondered, “This was only my first night. What would day two be like?” (*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!)

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

Possibly, there is some true stuff in this story. Possibly, there is not. Winter of 1991, somewhere in the Midwest I had just finshed my first semester at an unremarkable state college where I'd made grades that were anything but great. I've always been called "smart", but never really did well in achool. Is there a name for nerds who suck at academics? I really had no pride left. I mean, I'm just slightly below average in every way with barely any social skills and maybe two people on the planet I could call "friends". Look at my avatar and subtract 25 years and add some glasses along with some unsexy facial scruff. That was me in this story. The opposite of hot. I was due to go home for Christmas with my parents. It was a three hour trip due South on the turnpike. My mom had called the night before and told me to keep an eye on the weather because a possible blizzard could hit. Is it bad that I secretly hoped it would? No offence to my family, but they are as boring and deflated as I was. Staying at school would only mean I'd have to temporarily bunk in the dorm for international students. How bad could that be? Well I payed the price for my wishes because the sky was only a tad gray when I woke up on the morning I was due to leave. Of course. It was a short drive to the turnpike where I got my ticket to enter this joyride through a boring, flat landscape that was dead for the Winter. Radio reception was iffy in this region. Even FM. I fiddled around with the dial and eventually found some odd sort of talk show where two old guys were talking about how the moon landing was all fake, and the government always lied to us about everything. Is it bad that I really didn't care? I mean, one way or the other, there was nothing I could do about it. I barely noticed that I didn't see any other travelers on the road. As the radio crackpots blathered on, it started to snow. It wasn't too bad -- it was just cemetary snow. Well, "Cemetary Snow" is what I called it because they were just tiny flakes. They looked like the kind of snow you'd see in a dramatic movie where there's a Winter burial and the snow is just there for a melancholy effect. Does that make sense? Well, anyway -- it was minor and didn't even seem to accumulate on the ground. After about 70 miles, I was nearly convinced that no man had ever actually set foot on the lunar surface...and the snow had gotten heavier. The flakes were still small but they were coming faster. I just kept my eyes on the road and felt a rod of alertness move straight up my spine. After 100 miles, I couldn't get the station anymore and the snow was getting worse in every way. The flakes were so big and so fast that they were alost a blur...a sideways-moving blur. I could also feel the wind picking up, moving my crappy little tin can car at its will. Uh oh. I was feeling a little panic, and thought briefly of trying to tune in some Christmas music to calm myself. But I didn't dare touch the radio so I could fully concentrate on the disappearing road. The speakers sputtered out static white noise as the storm got worse. Right up ahead I saw a blue Rest Area sign on the right. Good timing. I pulled into the small parking lot where there were no other cars or even any big semi trucks you always see in these places. Well, sure. They all have access to weather reports we tin can car drivers do not. I parked and considered the situation. I hadn't smoked at all that day because my mom hated the smell, but now seemed like the perfect time for a cigarette. I cracked the window a bit and let that steel rod up my back soften ever so slightly. I used my mostly-empty can of Mountain Dew as an ashtray and tried using my mind to soften the storm, but that of course didn't work. Thinking I just needed some extra time for my will over the weather to work, I opened the car door and made my way toward the restrooms. After a piss and maybe another smoke, surely this would all but be over with. I trudged up the mostly obscured sidewalk and noticed drifts had piled up the concrete box of toilets that had probably been here since Eisonhower was alive. It was obvious I should have worn heavier clothes because the freezing air went through me like an x-ray. Once I got inside the men's room on the left of the building, I felt a little less vulnerable. It was ugly, smelly and lit only by bare lightbulbs in ancient fixtures on the ceiling -- but it was about fifteen degrees warmer than the outside. I thought I'd probably take a nice long pee and smoke break, sitting on one of the toilets but two of the stalls were 'out of order' and the third one was clogged with massive turds. Never mind. I went to one of the urinals which were not seperated by any kind of partition. Even though I had the whole place to myself, I still hesitated about which urinal to pick. I finally chose the one furthest down the line away from the door and unzipped. I tried to pee, but my whole body was shivering and I was severely stressed out by the weather. My dick shrunk up like snai; and wouldn't let me vacate the contents of my bladder. Without zipping back up, I backed away a little and put a cigarette in my mouth. If I just kept standing and relaxed a bit, the pee would find its way out eventually. So I tried again. As the wind roared outside, I aimed at the drain and was almost there when I heard a loud creak as the door opened. Shit! I had no idea what to do. NO idea. Maybe it would be a capable state trooper who'd escort me safely home in his warm patrol SUV that had a plow attached to the front bumper. No. It was just a very regular-looking guy, not much older than me wearing sweats under a bright orange ski jacket. And flip-flops...in this kind of weather. I wasn't shocked or anything because I went to college with dudes who would wear shorts and sandals on the coldest days because they wanted to seem eccentric or else they just didn't have the money to do laundry ona regular basis. He didn't seem very collegiate. He looked like a guy who would repair combines or something. Whatever the case, I was determined to empty my water no matter what. I'd go back to my car and sit there with the heater on and maybe pray, Of course he lined up at he urinal next to me...which meant no pissing would happen soon. Goddamn him. I was going to pee despite this idiot. I let the cig tumble put of my mouth intp the drain below me. The guy pulled his sweats down and unleashed his dick right there where I could see. For Christ's sake! I stared straight ahead at the concrete tiles and focused on my own business. I didn't hear any flow on his side either. Nothing. I ventured a look and saw him holding his fat pink penis in his left hand. I wasn't too impressed with his member, but I noticed his hand for sure. It was a rural hand. A working hand. I'm so stupid. What if he saw me staring and why was I staring? Whatever. The world was ending out there and I wanted to look. I couldn't help but notice his nails. They were jagged - as if he cut them with a dull handsaw. And they were so black. Most people think that dirty nails are caused by actual dirt, soil. But it's mostly dead skin cells, body oil and food. There's a word for this, but I don't know it. I'm a lousy student, remember? As I'm mesmerized by the dude's dirty nails, I noticed his dick was getting erect. It went from 'average' to 'above average' to 'very above average' in ten seconds. I had to make myself look up at him, and of course he was watching me watch his stuff. Oh fuck it! I was so far beyond embarrassment eight then that I just said "Hi.". We turned toward each other with our dicks hanging out od our flies, He was taller and cuter than I'd noticed at first. What to say next? "Nice hands", I said stupidly. "Huh?", he really sounded confused -- I guess because he thought I was going to compliment his dick. "Well. I mean. Nice ... big hands. And the. The dick is really nice too, I'm sorry," He laughed and I looked at the floor. I'm so dumb. He'd probably beat the hell out of me now. This stranger. I waited for it. "what he hell are you doing here, kid?" My words were still formless, but I tried to say that I was going home. All that came out were sudden loud sobs and a few words like "Christmas" and "Mom". And then I collapsed under the weight of my own panic and hit the floor. "Stay here", he said and bolied for the exit, his flip-flops clicking urgently as he scurried away. I was all alone. In a bathroom. In a blizzard. I've never had a passion for life, but never thought it'd end like this. Seconds later, the guy came back with his arms overloaded with army-green blankets and two orange sleeping bags. He busied himself making a little green and orange nest in the back of the cement room where there was once a stall that had been removed. "Come get warm", he said with chattering teeth. I was confused. "Here??" "What? You want to camp outside?" I felt like I was nine years old. "What if somebody comes in? What if help comes?" He looked at me like I was a total idiot. "The whole turnpike is shut down. Get it? There's no going North and no going South". "Meaning?" His face softened and his eyes were figuring out how to now see me. "Meaning...we've got the whole middle of the state to ourselves". And then he smiled and came over to help me up off the floor. He led me back to our makeshift suite of blankets and sleeping bags and layed me down like my mom would. The fluffy sleeping bags were our mattress and the blankets made a comforter. It was amazingly nice and cozy. We were both laying on our backs and having our own thoughts without talking. I didn't figure we'd talk anymore the whole night. I was alost relaxed until he spoke up. "What did you say about my hands again?" Oh man. I guess there was no being shy at this point. "I just noticed how nice your hands were...and your fingers...and your fingernails". I didn't stumble on a single word. SILENCE Then he kaughed a little and held his left arm out straight above our heads to catch what little light we had. "Jeezus, dude. My fingernails are filthy as fuck! You didn't notice that?" I reached out of the warm blanket and pulled his hand down to my face, I licked the palm and made it a point o suck each fingertip. I guess I'd made my point. "Wow. Thanks, man. Did you notice anything else?" I scanned my useless brain for something I'd forgotten to mention. "Check it out", he whispered as he twisted his arm to show me the underside of his thick wrist. There I saw a biohazard tattoo. I knew what it was from visits to the doctor's office and seeing that red trash can with the same symbol on it. That's where gloves, needles and bandages went. It was a hospital thing. "Are you a doctor?", I ventured. "Yes. That's it. I'm here to cure you of yourself. Get it?" I didn't. But as I wondered what he meant, he was on top of me. OK. I was thinking I was ready for this step. He pulled my jeans off and ripped my underwear . He was kissing me and I tasted him. As I searched for a description of his flavor, he stuck one of his dirty, nasty fingers in my asshole. He was scratching in there on purpose. Then there were two dirty fingers inside. Shit. I was going to get an infection of some sort. I needed to put a stop to this shit, but as I pre-formed my protest my hero was suddenly higher on top of me and the head of his dick was inside my hole. GOD! How can anything hurt that much? I'd broken my arm when I was ten and it didn't hurt like this. But it was sex. Right? Man Sex is supposed to be like this? I had so much to think about and so much pain to process, but I was forced to deal with Hero Man's rapid thrusting and animal grunts. I wanted him to look at me, but his eyes were shut tight as he made one last thrust and growled. I sure wanted to talk about all this, but he just tunbled into sleep. I wasn't tired at all until suddenly I was. I wormed my way down into the pile of blankets and felt sleep attack me like a grizzly bear. Merry Christmas, I guess.

Looking back, I see now that when we initially met he wasn't just asking questions. It was more of an interview. I'm a bi-bottom in a fairly small town which makes meeting a guy for MM sex a very rare thing. I was checking my mail one day and there was a response from a MM sex site on which I had a profile. I clicked the link and found a guy who was my age. He lived about an hour away but had bought some farmland and a farm house very close to my house. His profile didn't have a face picture, but it did have one of his cock. And damn, what a cock. Looked to be a good eight inches and very thick. The profile also said he was a strictly a top. It sounded too good to be true. I answered his e-mail and we exchanged a few messages over the next few days. He asked quite a few questions before agreeing to meet me. It sounded like he was really concerned our our meeting would be discrete, which I liked. He was in town the next weekend and agreed to meet me in a parking lot and talk before going any further. I very nervously drove to the place and waited only a minute before his truck turned in. He pulled up beside me and motioned me inside. He did most of the talking and that's what I mean when I said I should have realized I was being interviewed for safety and discretion. Was I married? How many guys had I met? What did I do with them? Condom use? etc. I see now that by the time he decided to invite me back to his place he was convinced I was clean as I rarely played and always played safely. I followed him back to his place. He locked the door behind me walked over the couch and dropped his pants. I knelt between his legs and handled his cock for a few minutes. He was already rock hard. I have an eight-incher myself and I could see he was hung every bit as long as was I, but his was considerably thicker. I wondered if his cock was more then I could handle, but I figured it was too late to back out, so I went down on him, sucking him as well I could, but only about half would fit in my mouth. I licked his balls, which by his reaction, I gauged he really liked. I could see he had pretty good control because I got into a good rhythm a few times that would have pushed most guys over the edge and he just kept taking it. After a good 15 minutes of sucking and a sore jaw, he stood up and told me to get undressed. He stepped behind me, reached around with one hand to handle my cock and started circling my hole with a finger on the other hand. I bent over a little to give him better access. He licked his finger a few times to lube my hole and slowly pushed it inside. If I didn't have pretty good control I would have shot right there. He fingered me for a minute or two and pulled it out but kept stroking my cock. I felt him rub his cock head around my hole but he didn't try to push it in so I remained bent over and enjoyed the feeling. A little more of that and his cock pulled back and the next time it touched my hole it was wet with spit. He stopped circling and put a little pressure on my hole. I came out of the horny fog he had me in enough to ask for a condom. He said he wanted to ease it in a little here bare and then we'd get a condom and finish in the bedroom. It sounded so reasonable I didn't say anything but bent over a little more, giving him the answer he wanted. His cock touched my hole again and he upped the pressure a little. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock start in me. His thickness made it pretty difficult. Less than an inch went in me and it just stopped. He withdrew it, re-wet it and tried again. Each time I felt it open me a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After six or seven repetitions of this behavior, I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn't move right away, but gave me time to adjust. Then he pulled back out, wet his cock one more time, and this time a good four or five inches of that beautifully thick dick slid in me. We both caught our breath. I guess it felt as good to him as it felt to me. I hadn't had a cock in me without a condom in about 15 years and had forgotten how good it felt. I think he felt the same thing because during our talk he had said he always used a condom, so presumably he didn't bareback very often. He slowly fucked me with about half of his length, pulled out to wet it again, and on the next entry he started giving me a little more with every stroke. It felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever been fucked so well, and he hadn't really started yet, but at the same time my hole felt so full I was wondering if I was going to be able to take all of him. I laid my head on the back of the couch and made up my mind to take it. Every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine - and just in time. I was just about to tell him I couldn't take anymore but he had managed to get the whole thing in me before I gave up. He hadn't sped up a bit. All the time he was opening me up his strokes were very slow and steady. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple of those same slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. Withdrawing himself completely he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom.” I followed him in, walking a little funny, I think, and asked again where he kept his condoms. He pulled one out of the nightstand and put it on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me bare for a few minutes more before putting it on. He obviously had good control and I knew he wouldn't cum until he was ready. I agreed and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He got behind me, spit on the huge cock again and just as slowly as before easing all eight inches in me. Not that I'd been fucked a lot but he was definitely the best top with whom I had played. He got right back to the same slow-paced fucking as he started with out on the couch. He was holding my hips and although his thrusts were a little harder, he wasn't going any faster. He'd pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I was really getting into it and was starting to grunt and make some noise which is rare for me. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime, I just enjoyed getting railed. I was groaning, moaning, saying, “Fuck me, fuck me," and did he ever. My ass was getting a little sore because we hadn't used any lube but his spit which was drying. I found my voice enough to tell him to get the condom and lube me some before I got raw. He pulled out put some more spit on his cock and put it back in bare, asking “Let me fuck you a little longer, man, bare first.” It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head back down and just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes, he stopped on an in stroke. I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. I was enjoying the great fucking so much it took me few seconds to realize he was cumming. About the time it struck me, he breathed out hard and pulled his cock out of me. I freaked for a minute. He assured me he was as safe as I was. He told me some of his history and I calmed down a little. He told me he had been looking for a guy that he trusted was as safe as he was for a fuck buddy. Turns out the initial interview was when he made his decision. I drove home with his cum dripping out of my well worked hole, looking forward to the next time he was in town.

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

I posted an ad on Cragislist that read Cumdump hosting. You pick the hole. Door open room dark on knees naked waiting for your cock. Feed it to me until you're hard. You decide which hole to dump in." A 29 year old rough trade hot motherfucker shows up and had me suck his dick, which was buried in my throat balls-deep. I could feel his rod throbbing. Eventually he stepped out of his pants, and I caught a glimpse of a somewhat small tattoo midway up his chest, but as he was still wearing a shirt I couldn't see much of it. After blowing him for a few minutes he slid into my hole. He was not gentle, but instead virtually ripped into my hole. He pounded my love button for about five minutes then withdrew, telling me he wanted me on my back as he wanted to see my eyes as he came inside my ass. I shifted to the position he wanted as I was utterly horny and determined to get his cock back into my hole, so I took a deep hit of poppers as he re-entered my ass, again going balls-deep. About a minute of deep-dicking me, he thrust in his entire length, and leaned back as his cock began shooting cum deep into my ass. Afterwards he looked deep into my eyes, smiling broadly, as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his his hot scorpion tatt.

Don't mess around with the occult. Seriously. I know. I know... It's all nonsense and unscientific. I am with you on that for the most part. I was an athiest who laughed when members of my family tried to get me to ACCEPT JESUS and REPENT. I was also amused by those chubby women who called themselves "wiccans" and would burn candles at midnight or whatever the fuck they did. I also rolled my eyes at devil-worshipping dudes who wore black eyeliner and had had stupid pentagram tattoos and listened to crappy metal bands. Those people just had boring lives and wanted some daily drama. I didn't actively mock them because most folks need a hobby and I was of the "live and let live" school of thought. It's great fodder for horror movies but ultimately harmless. That's what I used to think back I had the luxury to be above everything. Now that I'm too sick too hold down a job, I'm quite a bit more humble. I did something 'supernatural' that ruined me forever. First, a little background: I graduated college in 1993. During my last year, I lived in what most people called "the student slums". I had a two room basement apartment in a big red house on a street right off campus. It was affordable and fairly nice except for an abundance of spiders. Spiders give me nightmares even though they're mostly harmless. Right across from my door was the other basement apartment. The only thing I knew about its tenant was it was a guy my age and that he listened to old ragtime music. I'd glimpse him from time to time at the mailboxes or in the hallway, but I was (and still am) cursed with a crippling shyness that prevented me from saying "hi" or even looking at his face. He was tall, pale, bony and had black curly hair that went down to the middle of his neck in the back. Imagine a blurry, young Jeff Goldblum and that's the image I had in my head. I kind of deduced that he was gay as well. He had a lot of effeminate male friends over to visit, and he just gave off a 'vibe' that I picked up on because I was gay as well. I was gay in name only though because I could never imagine doing anything with another man. But it was more the social interraction that terrified me. I've never been able to initiate conversation or even eye contact. Small talk with a stranger scared me more than any spider. His name was David H --------. I only knew that from reading the plastic lable on his mailbox. Looking back, it's amazing that I even managed to graduate (with very good grades) and soon find the job of my dreams. Working as an adult, around other adults slowly gave me some basic social skills. Hell, I even had a few 'friends'. I didn't go out much. I'd come home, play Nintendo, and go to bed watching gay porn videos from Falcon. Those were the days! I was young, healthy and slowly becoming a normal person. After a year or two, I discovered the internet. I got a computer from Best Buy and had a dial-up connection. Back then, it was so basic. You mainly had to go to "bulletin boards" to interact with people. Not surprisingly. I was able to "talk" with people with a keyboard much better than I could in person. I didn't go to my little city's only gay board out of pure embarrassment, but I went to a couple of hetero places that were "naughty". I found out their names from the stripper/hooker who kived in my building. One place was for swingers and one dealt exclusively with orgies. There's where I met Lacy Beth. She had a wonderfully foul mouth and a huge personality. She sometimes chatted with me when the room was dead or she was just bored. Because of my age and general naivete, she referred to me as her son. We talked about everything under the sun -- including her deep involvement in the occult. When I told her I was a confirmed skeptic, she was almost offended. It's like she thought I didn't believe in her as a person. As I stumbled to explain she told me she could prove it to me. Proof is an excellent concept for people like me. That's when she told me a certain ritual she did to contact her dead grandmother and it worked the very first time. She had stopped cussing now, so I knew she was being serious. I asked a bunch of questions...here are the main ones: "Is it scary?" No. We talk all the time and she's the same as I remember her. "Does it only work on the dead or can you contact living people too?" It works with the living, but in a very different way. It's much better with the deceased...as long as you know where they're buried. Well I was definitely intrigued. It took a bit of pleading, but she eventually told me how to do it. The skepticism crept back into me because it was so simple. She sensed this abd told me to try it that night if I didn't believe it. I promised I would. And then she warned me to be very careful. She had a few specific warnings though: "Don't use it to contact someone you don't know or if you don't know where their final resting place is." and "Don't use it while high on anything or with bad intent." I asked what would happen if I did either of those two things and her response was simply "You'll be fucked". After a bit more chat we said our goodnights and I logged off. I didn't try it that night, First of all, I couldn't think of a dead person I'd known. I'd never even been to a single funeral. All of my grandparents had died before I knew them. I figured I'd have to use it to reach a living person. But who? It ocurred to me to find one of those hung Falcon stars, but I didn't "know" them so that'd be breaking a rule. Hmmmm. I woke up the next morning knowing exactly who I wanted to find. You guessed it -- my former college neighbor, David. Despite not really knowing him, we'd practically shared a living space and I certainly wouldn't consider him a stranger. I mean...you know?.... My computer at work was way faster than my own. I used it to find David. The internet had grown fast since I first started poking around online. You could go to this place called "Yahoo" and search for people. David's last name was pretty unusual and I even knew his middle name thanks to a screw up with the mail. There was a letter for him in my mailbox. It was from his bank in a little town near my own. I could take it to him and finally get a look at his face, but instead I just opened it. He'd bounced a check. Anyway, it took 20 seconds of searching this Yahoo thing to find him. The first link went to an obituary. No! He had died the year before at the age of 27 and was buried in the same dinky town his tight-ass bank was in. I'd been there as a kid. Maybe a county fair or some tractor pull my dad was always dragging me to. I think we'd even been by the cemetary. According to the obit, he'd moved to Germany nad worked for a bank there for about a year. And then moved back home for awhile before dying. They played Scott Joplin music at the funeral. Ragtime. The next link led me to a photo of his grave stone. It was one of those flat.gray granite boxes with a grand piano illustration carved on the top surface. There was an option to leave a virtual flower there or write a message, but I did neither. How did he die? Well, of course I had a pretty good guess. The virus had spread all over the country by then and even the straight "sexy swingers" in the chatrooms were afraid of it. Maybe it was a car accident, though. I had no way of knowing even though I knew. I just knew. The rest of the day was a blur as I was lost in my thoughts. I decided to get drunk that night. I played Nintendo all evening while drinking beer after beer after beer. My stereo was tuned to public radio because that seemed like the only station that might possibly play Scott Joplin. It didn't. I popped a few Xanax before bed. My doctor had prescribed them for anxiety and I could take one every eight hours "as needed", but I usually saved them up for night when I would take two and fall right to sleep. That night I took three on top of all the beer. It was Friday anyway and I could sleep until noon the next day if I wanted to. I wanted to. Well, sleep didn't come as swiftly as I expected. I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. I was as awake as if I'd downed a triple espresso instead of a controlled substance. Well...I could try the ritual now. I felt shadowing fingers across my brain trying to massage that thought to life. OK. It was a short, simple thing that might even help me to sleep. So I did it. I tried it to contact David in his piano grave way down in the Southern part of my home state. I had a brief mental flash of Lacy Beth's horrified face begging me to stop. But I wasn't breaking any of the rules. Not really. Bending them maybe, but not breaking. And then I was done. I'll share the ritual with you at the very end of this story, There will be some plenty of blank space and words of caution before you see it. Just read my tale and decide for yourself if it's what you want to do. Don't pass it along please. That night was strange in more than one way. First off, I lived in a pretty crummy neighborhood with Section 8 apartments on both sides. There was usually a lot of yelling and loud music with lots of glass-shaking bass. Not then. And no honking or sirens either. My bedroom was quiet as a tomb. Well, it was quiet except for what sounded like little drummers near the floor. I slid out of bed to turn on the bathroom light so the room wouldn't be totally dark. I felt my eyes close involuntarily. I started to half-dream about piano music until I heard the little drummers again. Seriously? What the fuck WAS that? I woke up a little and saw a small band of spiders in the sliver of light from my bathroom. They were the same arachnids from my old apartment building in college expept a little bigger and fuzzier. And when they walked, they made little marching noises. Like drums. I'd call the landlord to spray tomorrow. I rolled over and let the beer and tranquilizers pull me into sleep. No dreams. The next morning I hopped out of bed at 6 am. Why so early? Well, I'd forgotten to turn off my alarm clock for the weekend, and there was a lot of sun creeping in from the next room where I'd also forgotten to close the blinds. I was wide awake. I guess I could go do laundry. This was the best time for that chore because the laundry room in the basement was always deserted. I looked around for spiders but didn't see any. I grabbed my pill bottle full of quarters, detergent, my full laundry basket and took the elevator down. Ding. Again, it was empty. I loaded two machines with just socks, unders and t-shirts. My work clothes had to be drycleaned, and the jeans I'd worry about some other time. Usually I'd stay there until the cycle was over, but I hadn't brought a book or a magazine or my portable CD player. I just decided to say "fuck it' and go back upstairs for a quick nap. I was suddenly exhausted. ..almost as if a tranquilizer dart had been fired into the back of my head. I barely made it to the bed. I lied on my back in just a pair of shorts and a holey t-shirt. I settled into my too-soft mattress and drifted off just as it started to rain. I was snoozing for a bit when I heard two things: thunder and the little drummers. Oh God. I still had my eyes closed when I decided I'd go down to the landlord's apartment and request an exterminator in person. I opened my eyes and saw David. THE David. He was standing at the foot of my bed in a black suit that didn't seem to fit his tall, too thin frame. His tie was red and there was a flower in his lapel that looked fresh if not slightly "alien". I couldn't make out his face because he was standing in front of the illuminated windows. "David?", I asked in my waking-up voice. "Yesss." He answered. "I remember yoooo". His voice was strained as if he wasn't getting enough air. The rain picked up and made the natural light in the room shift and yet I atill could not see his face. It couldn't be a dream. Any time I'd had a dream where I knew it was a dream I'd try to start flying or something and wake up immediately. I got off the bed. I was aware of gravity, temperature and everything mortal. I was for sure not dreaming. I inched towards the light switch. "Can I look at you...in the light?", I asked. "Yess", he answered. I flipped the switch and there he was. I'll try to describe what I saw there. I was looking at a slender young man who could have just come from a Shakespeare audition. He was bizarrely handsome even though his skin was extra, extra white with tinges of green and blue around his neck and forehead. There was a small red slit in his neck and he was barefoot. His feet were long and bony and the nails were too long. "I never got a chance to look at you before", I admitted. "You were too afraid to let anyone love you." He swallowed some air and I watched his blue-ish adam's apple slide up and down. A loud clap of thunder. "Can I hug you? I always wanted to." "Do it." I walked over and wrapped my arms around him tight. He smelled like chemicals, like a science lab. But I didn't care once his long arms embraced me too. It was so perfect for a few seconds until his suit started to slide off. It was cut all the way up the back thanks to the mortician who dressed him. I wanted to feel embarrassed for him, but I was too busy looking at his naked body. They didn't even try to put underwear on him I guess. I couldn't help but notice his penis. It was long, skinny and the same weird color as the rest of him. I dared to touch it. It wasn't as cold as I would have guessed. Just as I looked up to see the expression on his face and his eyes, but never saw them becuase he used the strength he had to throw me back on the bed. More thunder. David's breathing sounded even more strained than before, but he managed to squat on my chest. He pushed the pointy head of his long dick past my lips and let it sit on my tongue. I didn't figure a dead man's penis could get hard but I was wrong. It grew heavier and bigger in my mouth. How? I tried so hard to please him with my untested skills. I reached and grabbed his skinny ass to pull him forward and farther down my throat. He was breathing hard and gulping for more air. I let him set the pace, but I kind of wanted to stop sucking because of the chemical taste of his dickhead. He didn't have mind-reading abilities because he continued face-fucking me...for a really long time. Finally he pulled away and waved his arrow-shaped wet dick over my face. He lowered himself down and put his whole weight on top of me. We kissed with what felt like passion to me. I was in love...and didn't mind the rotting taste of his mouth. My dreams were coming true and didn't want to spoil anything. Lightning. Louder thunder. He stayed on top of me and pushed his naked hips down harder to part my legs. Then that pointy dick found my anus. I helped things along by adjusting myself so that my legs were practically in the air. He guided himself into me. I'd always heard that sex hurts for a gay bottom, but it didn't feel too bad at first. It was nice and intimate but grew increasingly uncomfortable -- especially when he went in deeper and bucked harder. I wanted to slow things but didn't have any options available to me. I had to take it. He thrusted and thrusted as he gasped for air, and I felt completely violated. He suddenly stopped mid-thrust and sucked in all the air from the room. There was no oxygen left for me as he orgasmed inside my body. I needed a break from this supernatural fuck scene so I nudely hopped out of bed and went to the kitchen for a smoke. I felt a tiny rivulet of fluid leaking down the back of my left leg. Blood? Dead Man's Cum? I didn't check -- just wiped it away with a paper towel and threw it in the trash without looking. I went back into the bedroom and David was gone. I'd forgotten all about my wet laundry downstairs, and just went to sleep. David came back and the scene was repeated every night for a week. The last night he wanted me to eat his ass and I did. It was by far nastier than you're imagining. It was then and there that I told him to leave and never come back. That was the end...or so I thought. I got super sick later that month. After that cleared up, I got sores on the inside of my mouth and had pretty severe night sweats. The doctor confirmed that I had the HIV virus and outlined some treatment options. I have mostly tried to not think about it and pretend I'm fine. Now I'm sick all the time and can't work. I'm fucked. And now I'll share the ritual even though it led to my destruction. Please don't try it. WARNING! GO BACK! DANGEROUS INSTRUCTIONS: Do this at night...as close to 3 am as possible. Don't be under the influence of anything. Lie in bed or on the floor or anywhere you can fully stretch out. If you're lying North to South. it's even better. Close your eyes. Now think about the person you're trying to reach. Imagine their face and mentally picture where they are buried. Move your eyeballs back and forth, left to right under closed eyelids. Do it hard enough to hurt. Once your eye sockets are fatigued, stop. Go to sleep and picture your contact. It usually works within hours.

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

Phukhole, IMHE, I find it gets wilder from about 2 AM onward. Most guys want to draw their balls! Enjoy every cumshot you can get! Remember, it's about enjoying men's bodies and men's fluids!

I visited an ABS in one of the Las Vegas suburbs yesterday afternoon. It's a particularly good one. But, since it's out of the way, I haven't visited it in close to a year. It has a video arcade with about a dozen extra large booths. And a twin theater. The first theater shows str8 porn. And the back theater shows tranny and bisexual porn. I decided to try the theater first. I paid my money to the clerk and she buzzed me in. The theaters are extremely dark and it takes me awhile before my eyes adjust. But, I felt my way along the wall until I was inside the forward theater showing the str8 porn. Once my eyes adjusted I could make out that there was only one guy in that theater. He was sitting against the back wall on one of the white, plastic chairs. But he wasn't jacking or even rubbing his crotch. So, I moved on to the back theater where the tranny film was playing. The back theater is where most of the "action" takes place, anyway. There were 3 guys in that theater. It's still so dark that I can only make out shapes of the guys. I move to an empty chair next to the nearest guy. I can't see his face or much else of him, but can hear the familiar sounds of him stroking his cock. I take a risk of reaching over to his crotch. You always take a risk of being "swatted" away, but I took the risk and found his hand on his short, but hard cock. He moved his hand away and let me stroke him. I quickly got on my knees, between his legs and began to suck on him. He moaned softly. I then took a couple of hits of my poppers and went back to work on his cock. I could now make out that he was a guy in his 50's. A bit overweight. His cock was only about 5"s. But it was hard as a rock. I sucked on his cock and his balls for about 5 minutes, then he pressed the back of my head down onto his cock, holding it there as I felt his cock throb in my throat and he unloaded into me. Once I had most of his load, I came up off his cock. Milked the rest of his cum with my lips and then began to stand. "Nice" was all he said as I walked back to the forward str8 theater. As I walked into the other theater someone else that had been sitting in the dark a few chairs away got up and followed me into the str8 theater. I moved to the front of the theater to an extremely dark corner to the left of the screen. The guy followed me. As I got to the corner, I turned and leaned against the wall. I couldn't see the guy, but I could sense him right in front of me. I reached to where his crotch was and felt a big hard cock under his jeans. I rubbed it then began to pull his zipper down. I pulled his cock out and dropped to my knees. Whoever he was, he had a nice, rock hard, thick cock with a big mushroom head on it. I'm guessing it was about 7"s long. I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. It was so dark in this corner of the room, that I had absolutely no idea who this guy was? His age? His race? All I could tell was from the feel of his cock. And that's really all I cared about, too. This guy was totally silent as I sucked him. But his cock continued to swell and throb as I sucked him. So, I knew he was enjoying it. His cock was so long and thick that I was totally enjoying it. I was literally worshiping this cock. "You like my big black cock, Daddy?" I heard his softly say. "Mmmmnnn Mmmmnnn" I groaned as I continued to suck. So, this guy is black? Damn! I love black cock. I continued to suck and worship this magnificent cock. "Can I fuck you, Daddy?" he asked. "Fuck, YEAH!" I replied. I got up, unbuckled my shorts, pulled my shorts and briefs to the floor and stepped out of them and tossed them into the corner. I spit on my fingers a couple of times and smeared the spit on my hole. Then bent over, pressing my hands and head against the wall in front of me. He put his bbc up to my hole and began to press in. It was going to hurt a bit, so I took some deep sniffs of poppers as he continued to press into me. Finally he popped up past my sphincter and began to fuck. Soon he was balls deep into me and fucking hard. It didn't take long before he let out a grunt and I felt him press deeply into me. His cock was throbbing as he filled my ass with his spunk. As soon as he came, he quickly pulled out of me and walked away. I heard the door to the bathroom, at the back of the str8 theater close and the bathroom fan turn on as he turned on the light. I put my shorts back on and pulled myself together as I walked to the back of the theater and took a seat near the bathroom door. I was hoping to at least catch a glimpse of this black guy as he came out of the bathroom. I wanted to know who's cum I had inside me. I heard the water in the sink shut off and the paper towel dispenser hum. Soon the door opened and for just a quick second, before he switched off the light, I could see a very handsome, young black guy in his mid 30's walking out. Almost "nerdish" looking. But handsome at the same time. Nice build. He caught my eye and smiled at me for that split second that we could see each other. Then I heard his walk down the hallway that lead to the door. The the door open and close as he left the theaters. Someone just then come out from the back theater and sat a few chairs away from me along the back wall of the str8 theater. We looked over at each other. From what I could see, he looked like a guy in his late 20's, early 30's. White guy. Nice build. But, I couldn't tell much else in the dark. I got up and wandered around the room for a second. Then sat back down on the chair next to him. As I was sitting, I slid it a bit closer to him. He sat there, staring straight ahead at the screen. His hands on his thighs. Not touching himself. Hmmmm?? Perhaps he's not interested. I spent a couple of awkward moments trying to decide if I should risk reaching over to touch his crotch or not? I hate being swatted away if he's not looking for that. But after a few minutes, he began to rub his crotch through the fabric of his pants. So, I reached over and rubbed his crotch. He didn't move my hand. His cock was not hard. But I could feel it through the fabric. I then got on my knees between his legs and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his soft cock. I took it into my mouth. He had a nice foreskin on his cock, so I sucked and gently chewed on his foreskin. His cock swelled a bit. Once his cock was partially hard, I pushed the foreskin back with my lips and began to suck on his cock as it finally swelled to full hardness. When I'd look up to his face, while sucking, I could now make out that he was a nice looking, blond guy. He seemed nervous, but his cock was definitely responding to my mouth. He unfortunately was a "quick draw". Only a couple of minutes of sucking before he filled my mouth with his load. As soon as he shot his load, he pushed me off his cock, stood, zipped up his pants and left the theater. Typical str8 boy behavior. I hung around the theaters for about 15 more minutes. There was one guy in the tranny theater that I had no interest in. And the only other guy to come into the theaters was an old guy that could barely walk, without shuffling. So, I decided it was time to leave. As I left the theaters, I noticed the clerk had changed and it was a guy that has worked there for years. He and I have kind of a flirty relationship with each other. He likes older, husky guys like me. He's followed me into the arcade a few times and we've kissed and felt each other up quickly, so as not to get caught. He's a 40 year old, handsome latino guy. We exchanged "hellos" and pleasantries. Then I asked him if there was anyone in the arcade. "3 guys, I think. You should check it out", he said, smiling. He didn't charge me the usual entry fee to the arcade and I went back there to check it out. Sure enough, there were red lights lit on 3 of the dozen doors. I tried each of the doors. The first one was locked. I opened the second door to find a guy that had to be close to 80 in there holding his limp cock. I quickly closed the door and moved on to the next occupied door. I opened it to see an older black man. He had to be 6'4", over 200lbs, salt & pepper, curly black hair. In his late 50's. Dressed in dress slacks and a dress shirt. He appeared to be on his way home from his job in an office. He looked over to see me standing in the doorway. His facial expression didn't change at all, but he tilted his head sideways a couple of times to indicate he wanted me to come into the booth. I did so and locked the door behind me. He had a gorgeous bbc sticking out of his zipper. It had to be 8 or 9 inches and thick. He had some str8 porn showing on the screen. A beautiful brunette was sucking off one hung black guy as another hung black guy was fucking her from behind. I dropped to my knees in front of his chair and took some sniffs of my poppers. As I sniffed, he pulled open his pants and pulled them around his ankles. I wanted to take my time and really worship this beautiful piece of bbc in front of my face. The handsome man kept his eyes glued to the tv screen as I began to suck and lick his gorgeous cock. His massive balls hung down and I would occasionally lick and suck on them. I did at one point lift his legs and lick his asshole for a bit. But it was difficult to keep him in that position on the molded plastic chair. He was too tall and legs too long to do it comfortably. But he did really love having his puckered, black hole licked. I probably sucked his cock for well over 15 minutes before he finally told me to suck his balls, as he then furiously stroked his cock. "Ahhh........I'm cumming", he whispered. I came up off his balls and wrapped my lips around his swollen, black cock head as it began to explode in my mouth. My lips could feel his cock throb as hot cum filled my mouth. I got as much of his sweet juice into me, then stood, wiped my mouth and thanked him for the load. He just smiled at me as I left the booth, then exited the store to head home.

Part 3 Finally some dirty bareback fucking. Be aware, extreme body modifications and scat ahead. --- I stood in front of the closed bedroom door, breathing slowly trying to steady myself for what I was about to do. Fuck yes I was nervous. I had beat off to many breeding stories and videos but knowing that the reality of it was on the other side of a couple inches of wood, it was nerve-racking. Also I had to face this alone, Daddy Jack was off in another part of the house, "to get ready for the grand finale." My throbbing, painful, erection didn't help either. So I grabbed the door knob tightly with my shaking hand, one more deep breath and open. Inside I saw boy scott, laying on their king sized bed. If he was skinny before, he was down right skeletal now. Not exactly skin and bones, more like skin, veins and bones. Naked except for his collar. Even from the doorway I could make out his rib cage with two pierced nipples. I couldn't see a single hair on him: pubes, pits, chin, eyebrows, even his eyelashes gone. His cheeks and closed eyes were sunken. There was a cannula in his nose providing O2, and an IV in his left arm with multiple bags attached. His right hand was slowly edging his lubed up dick. Thinner than Daddy Jack's, cut with a mushroom head, the 0000ga PA glinting from the "German" porn on the TV. It was probably shorter than Daddy's slab of meat, but it looked quite long due to his rail thin body and missing nuts/sac. I could just barely make out the pink scar where his balls were taken from him. Under that was the end of a double-headed dildo. The other head was deep enough to make a small, but visible, bulge in his abdomen. scott must have heard the door close. "Is that you Daddy? Did you find him?" his lack of teeth making it harder to understand. I wanted to say yes, but it came out as more of a "Yip!" "Puppy, you're here! I've been working up a big load of toxic spunk all day. Does Lucky want it up his butt? Do ya, huh, huh?" "Awoof!" as I jumped onto the other side of the bed and got on all fours. I pawed over to scott, and started licking his face and head in appreciation. This made him start giggling. I couldn't feel any stubble with my tongue, but I did feel heat. This boy was burning up. "You keep doing that, and I'll end up shooting on my chest." "Whine," but I stopped. A bottle of poppers was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed them, got my ass in position over scott's dick, took two deep hits, held it, and as I felt the rush, I dropped myself down. "FUCK!" We both shouted. His dick felt like a red hot poker in my hole, but I wanted, no I needed him to poz me. Huffing poppers, beating my cock, and working myself on his dick. With scott roughly working his nipples, not even five pumps and I felt him filling my hole with his seed. It burned like acid. I drove him in as deep as I could and quickly brought myself to a shuddering, howling orgasm of my own. When I opened my eyes I saw scott's panting, smiling, cummy face. "Thank you pupper." he wheezed out. The first shot had hit the headboard, the rest covered scott from head to navel. Gingerly I pulled myself off scott's weapon, squeezing my hole to not lose any infection. I didn't clean out before going to the bar, so his dick was covered with my shit, a streak of blood, and a bit more clear jizz oozing from around the ring. Being a respectful puppy, I got to work cleaning. Starting at his taint I licked up the messes I made. Close inspection confirmed the lack of balls; he must have asked nicely for Daddy to take them away. I made sure to be extra gentle removing the bitter shit and sharp blood from his sensitive dick. I tried to deep throat, but the ring just kept hitting me in the wrong spot. So I just used the tip of my tongue. I was able to use broad licks as I schlurped up my jizz. I paused briefly to lick and press on the dildo bulge, scott just moaned. When I went to clean his face, scott pulled me into a deep kiss. We passed the spunk and mud back and forth, mixing with our spit. I explored his gums with my tongue, and then pressed further, trying to taste his uvula. We let our breathing sync up, the same air back and forth. I let my hands explore his bony body. Head, arms, pits, ribs, back. Squeezed him into me, wanting to merge with him. Down to his sharp hips and flat ass. The puffy lips of an experienced hole. Grabbed the end of the dildo and slowly worked it out. He moaned and writhed under me, his nerve endings electrified. The smell of deep bowel shit filling the air. I must have bumped his bladder getting the last of the toy out, because I felt a spurt of piss on my back. Not wanting it to go to waste I repositioned my hips and sunk back down on his still hard dick. His questioning look was met with my nod and I could feel his boiling piss fill me, the heat felt good, felt right. The urgency of the first fucking had abated. This was slow sensual love making, rocking my hips back and forth just enough, trying not to leak. My nose went to scott's pits. He stank differently from Daddy, sharper and yeasty, I licked greedily. My hands went to his nipples, wanting to give him even more pleasure. But instead he guided my hands upwards to his neck. I started humping faster, and squeezing harder. "More, more. Kill me, kill me." he panted and I joined him in the mantra "kill me, kill me, kill me..." A smack to the back of the head returned me to reality and released my hands. The rush of blood causing scott to squirt again. "Naughty puppy! Bad boy! Not letting Daddy have any of the fun." --- I'll leave it here for now. Stay tuned for part 4.

As a bottom being gang fucked is an amazing head space to be in. You know you are living the real life version of one of those porn films where 1 guy on the sports team gets topped by all the others. The range of fucking styles i amazing but the deep knowledge that your body and ass are getting these guys off as they openly share you and spray their manseed in the same hole is the mental high that makes the experience for me. I feel the same way every time i get a good long line of guys at a sex club using me. You have to really know that you are a piece of sexual livestock and embrace it and the pleasure rewards are infinite.

Nah, I took a load in an eye many years ago, and truly can't say I want to repeat the experience.

An older gentleman on BBRT invited me to come to a sex thing he was hosting. He told me two young bottoms would be taking loads. It wasn't too far from work. He texted me the motel and room number and I headed over. Problem was, the room number he gave me did not exist at that motel. I texted him asking WTF but didn't get a response. While I waited, a guy on Grindr who was just ten minutes away hit me up. When I unlocked my pics he said, "OMG, I have to have you." He texted me his address and I headed over. I soon had his legs up and was pounding his otter hole. I shot a three day load in him and then held him and chewed his nipples while he jacked off. In response to another thread, it occurred to me that I really didn't care if he had an erection while I was fucking him.

Oxballs better give you royalties for all the pig holes you're helping sell

If you're coming through Indiana on I-65, stop by in Lafayette and I'll fuck around with you guys for awhile

I definitely prefer the slow-sensual fucking of a top when bottoming and as a consequence I fuck slow-sensual as a top until my orgasm is imminent … and I go for a final crescendo.

Oh I love a nice slow fuck, enjoy as much of that dick that I can balls deep.

Fuck- July 7th can't cum fast enough. Plan to take as much cum and piss as possible. Hairy is right. The Barracks is great- I took 4 loads last time I was there and it was not an event weekend. BBRT- fucknfeedme

I'll be there, thoroughly marking my territory with my piss.

Follow up to my post a few up from this one... Went down to Indianapolis on Saturday afternoon...was chatting with a guy that I'd been messaging on and off (on BBRTS and A4A) for awhile and he said to stop by for a pump and dump, so I got his address and went straight there on my way into town. He had just as nice of an ass as I expected and I gave him a good pounding as he bent over his bed, but as hard as my dick was it wasn't gonna cum lol...probably worn out from the 5 guys I fucked earlier in the week. At one point where we changed positions, I was sucking his cock and he blew his load in my mouth to swallow. So that was ass number (1). After leaving his place and agreeing that we should fuck again sometime, I headed to the bathhouse, and checked in behind a group of three bearish guys all of whom I would've bent over but one that I knew was a bottom (from seeing him take it at a sex party a couple years earlier). Did the usual browse around for a few minutes and then settled into my room with the door open since the wet area was about to be closed for cleaning and I figured guys would be wandering around. Checked in on Grindr and that bottom cub was on and hit me up...he asked for a dick pic and whether I gave it bare or not, I said yeah and he asked which room. A couple minutes later he stopped by...I got his ass in my face to rim and then bent him over and gave it to him (2). He asked whether I'd give him another later and I said sure (but it didn't work out). Little later I walked around and saw some action in a suite with the door open - guy on all fours on the bed sucking two guys at the end of the bed. I was waved in to join them. As I was getting my cock sucked, one of the other guys moved up on the bed to start fucking the guy. After a bit, I also moved back there to play with the tops nips and the third guy that was getting sucked blew his load in the bottom's mouth and left. I took a turn in the bottom for a few, and the other top and I were making out and feeling each other up. He asked if I wanted to go fuck him in another room. I said sure, told the bottom guy I'd be back later, and took him to my room and fucked his daddy bear ass (3). Saw a husky guy laying in his room jacking off, went in and sucked him...got into a 69 for a bit but that just doesn't do anything for me usually. He was getting close and asked if I wanted it down my throat so I let up just enough to say yes, and within a few seconds he gave me a nice one to swallow. A guy had messaged me on BBRTS on my way down and said he was in a room, but whenever I walked by the door was closed. Finally walked by and it was open a crack so I went it and made sure it was the same guy...we played around a bit, I had a difficult time getting hard to get inside him, and after I finally did get in (4), it just wasn't working out...told him I'd try to come back later, but never did. It was a nice ass and all, but it just wasn't the right chemistry. Eventually went back to the suite where I had been fucking the bottom in the threeway and then left with the other daddy bear. Started fucking the suite bottom guy again and eventually had a couple more guys come in, the daddy bear from before and another daddy type. The three of us took turns on his hole and I felt an orgasm but I'm pretty sure it was dry lol (5). At this point I had been there for 5 hours and I hadn't eaten, so I did a couple last rounds of the rooms, hot tub, and pool area and then headed out to get some food and head home. I'm pretty sure I could've gotten a couple more asses had I stuck around some more. It wasn't a huge crowd that evening by any means, but it was definitely a BB friendly crowd and guys that are my type. 5 asses to fuck and 2 loads down my throat isn't bad at all, for that place and time. ;-)

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

Greetings to Canada shinelover and thanks for your comment. Yes, it is not about likes only and I can see the 'hits' on the stories, but still - if there is something like a voting system, in my mind it should be used to acknowledge the work of the writer. My intention was to give the people a soft kick, to use that system. Oh well.... the way I write the stories is the only way I would and could. I am so uninterestd (irl) in vanilla s.e.x. I can be romantic afterwards, but during the act it might be hurtful to my opposite, but surely is joyful to me. "... barely even penetrated..." made me smirk.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

Here is my ass with denim shorts that sometimes I use during the summer, and my ass after using the medium and large anal anchor plug, I almost got the large one inside, need to practice a little more. Feel so stretched,

Today I stretched my ass with this butt plug which comes in 3 size. The large one when open is 5 in wide and it hurts to insert. My ass start to bleed a little bit and when it opens inside, it is like a dream, you feel very filled. Anyone had experience with this? Also, I noticed that you can get one with 4 leaves and an open so someone can still a cock inside the wide open ass and fuck or dump a load.

+1

Game Quest: Part 11 First Seed, Poz Seed I positioned myself behind my boy at his sweaty and juicy virgin hole that was staring back at me just waiting to be taken. This was my first neg hole since testing poz, and I was going to savor every minute. I licked my finger and slid just the tip into his tight pucker, then up to the first knuckle then second. He definitely wasn’t sure how to react because I could feel his hole tighten around my finger as if to say no. “Nice,” I said. “Good reflex boy. You remember to keep clenching like that when my cock is in you.” My cock was solid, hard and straight up in anticipation of planting my seed in a virgin. To cum where no man had cum before, and where many men would cum after. I was going to forge the trail to his sluthood. There was no way I was going to last long when I got inside him so I decided to go straight in balls deep and dry so he’d really feel it and remember his first time as well as to bring home the point that he was here to be a fuck boy and nothing more. A sub, who’s only purpose was to satisfy the depravity of men. I lined up my cock head against his hole and teased for a little bit. I was so ready to blow Counting to 3 in my head, I thrust forward with all my might and punctured his resisting hole. And did it ever resist, I could feel his ring slide tightly down my cock as I forced in until his hole was choking my shaft just above my balls. He screamed and gasped, and I could feel his body start to quiver, but I was in, and I wasn’t pulling out until he taken every last drop of my poz seed. “Mmm, look at that boy, you seem to have a cock buried in your butt.” I teased I don’t think he was fully aware of my comment having to deal with the pleasure-pain of his violated boy hole, but his yelping ‘oh my god, oh my god, take it out, it hurts’ was the best response I could have ever received. This was in complete heaven. His screams and yelps soon turned into sobbing as I started to thrust back and forth, gentle at first, but I needed to pump harder in order to cum. So, I gradually ramped up my thrusting slamming into the boy’s cunt harder and faster feeling an orgasmic wave flowing over me that I’ve never felt before. I tried to slow down to make the moment last longer, but it was too late, my cock was out of my control and the boy was going to get flooded with my toxic cum any second. He was helpless, his sobbing did nothing but make me want to fuck him more. I guess technically it was rape, but the thought even that made me laugh, and made my cock even stiffer. That last thought pushed me right over the edge. I felt the orgasmic wave ripple through my body, my cock stiffened and started unleashing its high-octane payload deep into the boy’s gut. I grunted and shouted, as I pushed as deep as I could into his hole until my body relaxed and the last drop of cum had been deposited. I was spent and drenched in sweat so I leaned forward onto the boy and stayed buried in him until my cock softened. I pulled my soft cock slowly out of him. His angry hole stayed sealed tightly around my cock as I slipped out as if it wanted to keep my spunk and not waste a drop. “Ohhh,” I said into the air. “That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.” I looked at his hole, it was winking, moist and juicy. “You’re welcome boy!” I said slapping his ass. No response other than some quiet sobbing and the smallest wet cum fart from his raped boy hole. “I guess we’ll be writing your name on my biohazard wall in a couple of weeks when I test you” I said rubbing and spreading his ass cheeks. But my reveling in the moment was soon cut short, by someone ringing the front doorbell over and over as if the house was on fire.

Game Quest: Part 8 "Consent" “Let’s get that suit off of you faggot, you must be sweating up a storm in there.” “Yes Sir.” I slipped the suit off of his shoulders and down to his locked wrists. I held his wrists tight when I unlocked them and slipped the sleeves over each of his hands freeing him from the upper part of the rubber suit. I quickly relocked his wrists, and slid the suit down do to his ankles. Not really needing the shackles, I removed them and slipped suite completely off. He was now completely naked, immobilized and accessible for whatever I wanted to do. “Let’s continue our little interrogation, faggot?” “Yes Sir,” he said as he started to feel the effects of his position. I got my phone and set it to video. Then proceeded with the interrogation. “What’s your name again boy?” “Gregory Rienster” He responded as before. “How old are you?” “Nineteen,” he responded. “What were you looking for on daddy4bois?” Hesitating he said “Daddies Sir.” “Be more specific than that boy. What kind of Daddies?” “Dom Daddies, Sir.” “Come on you can be more specific than that!” I said sternly. “Kinky Dom Daddies, Sir.” “And how do you want them to fuck you?” “Hard Sir.” “Hard and what boy?” “Hard and raw, Sir.” “Louder boy!” I could see him struggle a bit with the collar tugging at his neck. “So you’re a cumdump faggot?” “Yes Sir.” “Say it for me, boy,” I insisted. “What are you?” “I’m a cumdump faggot Sir and I want to be fucked raw.” That’s what we needed. I stopped recording on my phone, and said “That was a very good boy”. He seemed to smile a bit, when he said ‘thank you sir’ but it could have been the pull of his collar on his neck. I saved the vid and sent it to my friend Mark, who would know what to do with it. I put the phone down and moved over to the boy, he was rank. The bicycle ride and the rubber suit, really conspired to bring out his body odor, but even so I think his normal hygiene was less than adequate. I rubbed my hands over his skin, the sweat was evaporating and his skin felt cool, and his cock shot right back up again as I slid my hands down the side of his ribs. Time to get him ready. “Ok boy,” I said inches away from his face. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you any more until I say you can speak again. Nod your head if that’s clear.” Still suspended by his collar, he nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” I looked at the mess that was his ungroomed body, and decided to tackle the legs first. I found my old electric clippers and started down at his ankles and worked up. Mowing off the thick boy hair first up to his crotch in the front, then up to his ass in the back. His cheeks were smooth, but he has a forest in his ass crack. I spread his ass cheeks apart with my fingers and slid the clippers up each side of ass crack. It came out a little stubbly so I figured I’d have to lather him up all over and go at it with a razor. I continued his fleecing, and spread his cheeks wider to expose his hairy ass hole. At first I couldn’t find his little button, but after fishing around with my fingers, I saw it. A little virgin pucker, tighter than I’ve seen in a long time, now moist with boy sweat and just waiting to be penetrated. I pulled back and shouted up to the boy. “Have you ever played with your hole boy?” “Yes, Sir.” He said. “Ever put anything in it?” I asked “Yes, Sir.” He repeated. “What?” I said “Pencils, pens, my fingers, and my toothbrush once Sir.” I laughed a little while sliding a finger into his hole. “Why your toothbrush boy?” “It was the only thing that was handy, Sir” He replied. I got up and walked of the to the bench, picked up a toothbrush I had there, and placed in his hands bound at his back. “Like this one?” I chuckled, knowing that the humor was totally waisted. “Well that’s a good habit to have.” I said while shoving the bristled end up into his hole. “Keep it there,” I added. I continued removing his hair. His bush was the hardest, but the clippers were good and made using the razors easier. I felt around a bit for any hair I had missed and then satisfied with my work, I returned to the bench to pick out a cage for his cock. He was small, but fortunately I still had one I had bought off of ebay that was too small for its last wearer. I took it apart, approached the boy and realized I had another problem. The cage on the device was only 2 ½ inches long, and I had a raging boy erection to get it onto. Fortunately I had an idea that might turn this into a good lesson for him, so I left the playroom and returned to with a few ice packs. I placed the chastity cage and icepacks on a stool I moved next to the boy, and came up to him from behind. I hugged his body and let my hands roam down his chest and over his stomach, all while kissing the back of his neck and nibbling at his ears. His erection was solid, so I stroked and edged him for a bit with one hand, while sliding the toothbrush up and down in his hole. He moaned and moaned and moved his hips back against my cock then forward pushing his cock in my hand. “Horny boy aren’t you?” I said “Yes, Sir,” he moaned. “You want to cum, don’t you boy?” “Oh god, yes, Sir,” he said. “I laughed, sorry boy, but no orgasm for you today. You need to start thinking of your hole as your sex organ. Kinda like a pussy, and I’m going to help you make it good and hungry so you can be the cumdump you asked me to make you.” At that I picked up the icepacks and held them to his cock. He lost his erection completely and I kept them there till his cock shriveled as much as possible. Working quickly from behind I got the ring for the chastity cage on behind his balls and then slid his cock into the cage, fastened it to the ring and then locked it on. He moaned and swung on his chain. “Time to give that tight boy pussy of yours some much needed attention,” I said fumbling to grab the handle of the toothbrush still buried in his hole.

Friday taken For one moment I was empty at both ends, the sweat was pouring off me and I as catching me breath when I heard the sounds of cloths being taken off and a gruff voice loudly proclaim it was his turn to won me. Looking to my left I saw a mountain of a man. The kind of guy who look fat but you know it is all muscle and strength. Covered in dense hair he lifted me up and sat my bare ass on the trunk. “First you are going to learn to clean me fucker” With that he raised his arm and the scent of his body hit me, he grabbed the back of my head and roughly pulled it into his dense furry pit. The smell overwhelmed me and something inside of me broke. A mewling sound escaped my lips as my tongue instinctively began to lap and the wet hairs under his arms. Tasting the acrid and sweetness of his essences. Being that close it filled me pervaded my mind and wrapped my up. Before I knew what i was doing I had both arms around his massive shoulders and was forcing myself into his pit and humping his legs. “Good boy” he purred and stroke my hair. The calming motions setting me further into my new mental state of service. Wanting to make him happy. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me away, a rumbling chuckle escaped his lips as my face must have shown my disappointment and being denied what I wanted. Then I realized it was time for the other side and I dove in and began to worship him again licking every inch of his pits coating my face in his musky scent. “Ok boy your turn now, want to get me fucking Poz Daddy dick in that hole” He laid me down on my back and I raised my legs, in a surprise move he swooped down and started eating my hole. Nibbling on my already puffy cunt lips, making me moan and gasp as he sucked and bit and chewed my hole. Precum leaked from my cock soaking my drenched jockstrap. He then raised up and leaned forward, hic cockhead touching my swollen sore hole. I didn’t care I knew I wanted him in me. Looking me in the eyes he place both my arms on his shoulder and reached under me. Laying his mouth over mine he pushed the sucked cum from my ass into my mouth along with his tongue, at the same time lifting me from the ground I pulled myself towards him. His cock sank in one deep thrust all the way in further than anyone so far, feel my already stretched hole tray to accommodate his mass I moaned, screamed , sighed in a mix of pleasure pain and ownership. He began to bounce me on his lap thrusting deep in me lodging his cock so far, so good. “Tell me what you want boy” “I want you to fuck me and fill me with your fucking cum” “What kind of cum boy, say it for your poz daddy let him know you want him to be the one” “I want your poz com I want you to knock me up , I want you to be my poz daddy” “Good fuck toy good boy. Cmon boy keep it up, make daddy want to give you his deadly babies” The litany kept spilling from my mouth as our bodies got hotter and sweater, dripping down both of us. I bean to lick his neck and face like a dog. He held my waist and shove his face in my pit and began licking. I have never felt that before , I arched my back in pleasure. His thrust got faster and faster pounding my already ragged hole. I heard whispers around us and panting. “Im close boy gonna flood your hole with my babies, cum for me boy” Having not come yet I grabbed my stiff cock and began jacking it. The sounds of men doing the same was all around me. His thrust were animalistic now. A growl bean in his chest and came from his mouth like a roar as his cock grew even lager and began to throb, I could feel his cum as I reached my own orgasms, jizz shooting form my cock and rain down on my chest ace and all over tm Poz Daddy, more cum than I thought I could make until I realized we were surrounded by erupting cocks, raining their cum down on our bodies. Baptizing us in their diseased seed. The intensity of the orgasm pushed me over the edge, my vision grew fuzzy and I felt strong arms wrap around me as I went limp and the world went black…….

Tulane University. Man was I ever happy to be here. I was scared and kinda lonely when I first arrived. I met my roommate. Ugh! What a tool he was. A cross between a ROTC guy and a computer nerd with thinning blonde hair (at 18!) and a square face. His name was Erik and he was nice enough. We didn't have much in common from moment one though. I immediately sought out other guys on the floor to introduce myself to. There were some fucking gorgeous guys on my floor. During the first week there were various orientation events happening on campus. We started classes and I got my handle on the campus itself and started to feel comfortable. During one of the orientation seminars, we were in the auditorium for the diversity seminar. During this seminar, a dude came out on stage. He seemed really nervous. He was a senior and I watched him in awe as he told the whole freshman class that he was gay. I later found out that he came out to everyone that night - all his friends, no one knew beforehand except the event coordinator. Afterwards, the guys and I were walking back to the dorm and talking about the diversity seminar. I was quickly becoming friends with three guys: Ben, my neighbor; Paul, who lived down the hall and was loud and quiet all at the same time; and Jason, who was fucking gorgeous, built and I already knew had an impressive cock (thank you showers). Paul was really quiet about the seminar. Ben and I were saying how strange and brave and kinda shocking the "coming out" was. We all expected the racial and gender diversity stuff, but we hadn't expected the gay stuff. Jason just said, "Whatever. The guy looks like a dork. I bet he couldn't get any pussy if he tried." We all laughed. Then we heard there was a liquor store close to campus where we could purchase alcohol - Louisiana is pretty lax with its purchase and consume laws. I could buy at 18, but Ben could not because he was 17. I was surprised, but I took my SoCo and left the store I drank so much SoCo that night sitting outside the dorm and hanging with the boys that when I found myself being led upstairs by Jason later, I was not surprised. Except Jason took me to his room and not my room. Jason told me to take off my clothes and I did. He then dropped his shorts and said, "Give me a blowjob." My drunk ass totally gobbled his cock right there in his room. He moaned softly, leaned back on his bed and said, "I knew you wanted my cock." I sucked his cock for awhile, but I started to choke because it was so big. He told me to stop and said he didn't want me throwing up his cock juice. He told me to lie on the floor and I did. He spread my legs and grabbed some lotion. He lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass. It hurt, but I was drunk and relaxed quickly. He started to hammer my ass with quick strokes. He said, "You have a tight ass slut." He banged away at my ass and came hard inside me. Then he said, "You gotta go now." I left and went to my room. The next morning I work up with a wicked hangover and I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I stayed in bed all day. Paul and Ben came and got me for food and then that night, Jason, Paul, Ben and I all went to another orientation seminar. This one was about sex. Basically the lecture theme was - we know college is a time to experiment, but please play safe. There was a play where people would walk on stage and kiss each other - girls and guys in twosomes, threesomes, same sex, opposite sex - until there were like 40 people on stage. Then one of the last people stepped forward and said, "I was a virgin until tonight. I didn't use a condom with the guy because I assumed he was relatively safe too. I cared for him. What I didn't know was that his sexual history exposed me to diseases from all of these other people on stage." I was stunned. I looked at Jason. Jason and I hung out again that night. I told him how surprised I was at the play we had seen that evening. I said we should have played safe and used a condom. He agreed and was kinda sheepish about what we had done. He never asked for my sexual history, nor I his. We went and got more liquor that night. We drank some, but not as much as the previous evening. He fucked me again that night and most nights until he got a girlfriend about mid-September. We used condoms most times, but not always. We tried to play safe though. Ben and I were taking a Psych 100 class together. It was massive and in the largest lecture hall on campus. Because it was such a large class, the university used it for other lectures and some experiments. I filled out a sexual history once in the class as did 300 other people; experiments like that. One day, we got a lecture on safe sex and promiscuity on campus. The nurse said Tulane had a very high STD rate and it was because people got drunk and didn't use condoms. The person from the health center told us that there were already 4 HIV positive cases on campus in the past year and more syphilis, crabs, gonnorhea, etc. She was trying to shock us. I was kinda shocked. I was scared too. I didn't want HIV or anything else. I was getting fucked by only one guy, but I had no idea how many other people he was having sex with. The next class there was a guy invited to lecture. He seemed like a regular guy, 32 years old, fit, brown hair, attractive, nice body. The professor asked him to talk about gay life in New Orleans. He talked about it and then he focused on the promiscuity. When we talked about sex I felt like he was looking right at me. His eyes bored through me as he talked about sex with men. Then he shocked and scared me more than anything I had heard since I heard Eli beg for Jason's cum. He said, "I have HIV. I fuck guys regularly. I think it is the other guy's responsibility to ask me if I have HIV and to ask me to use a condom. If the guy doesn't ask, I don't tell. If the guy doesn't ask me to use a condom, then I fuck him bareback. It is the other guy's responsibility to ask, not mine to tell or disclose." I must have been staring at him open mouthed. The class was probably staring at him open-mouthed and shocked. I heard a guy say, "Dude that is just fucking wrong." The attractive lecturer said, "Sex is between consenting adults. If you don't ask and don't tell me you want or don't want something, then it's on you." He said there are exceptions, like underage sex and rape. He said in both of those situations the other partner is not consenting. A girl asked, "What if your partner is too drunk or high and doesn't think to ask you about HIV or to use a condom?" The lecturer said, "Getting drunk or high is no excuse for you not taking responsibility for your life. If a guy I meet at a bar is drunk enough to want to go home with me and then doesn't ask me about my status and then we fuck and we don't use condoms, then it is still his fault." I couldn't help it. I was fucking rock hard in my shorts listening to him. I was thinking about all the guys I'd sucked and been fucked by who hadn't used condoms. I had not asked for condoms or told these guys that they didn't need to use a condom - what the lecturer referred to as bareback sex. I knew I was at fault for my actions and I was shocked by them. Basically, this hot 32 year old gay guy was standing in front of the class telling me it was my fault if I got HIV. And my cock was hard. I was so blown away. I think I was in a trance the rest of the day. I beat myself up all day and all night for my choices. I ran and went to the gym for the next few weeks, but I never got that guy or his admonition out of my head. I had knowingly let guys I did not know fuck me without condoms and cum inside me. I was obviously distracted and that is when Jason grabbed me and told me he had been invited to a fraternity party that weekend and he wanted me to go with him. I agreed..........

The next morning Steve woke me up by sliding his cock in my ass and pounding away with my face in the pillow until he came in my ass. The sound of his parents milling around the house only made it that much hotter. I shot my load as I jerked off. We showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Steve told his parents we were going downtown and then to the mall. He said we would try to meet up with some of his friends and we wouldn't be back until after dinner. I was thinking, wtf are we doing today? Ha. Steve said to dress kinda slutty so I put on my jockstrap, a tight shirt, and jeans. Steve was in shorts and a tank. Steve said, Dude it's July wear some shorts and I told him I didn't have sexy shorts. Steve gave me one of his to try on. He was not my size, so the were kinda tight. I was almost too embarrassed to wear them. Steve said I looked sexy. I blushed. We drove downtown and Steve said we were going to a used bookstore. Images of a public sex place filled my head. We parked and walked down this street and to my surprise it was an actual used book store. We went inside and I geeked out a bit. I like book stores and used ones are pretty awesome because they are cheap and it is like a treasure hunt. We looked around for awhile and then Steve grabbed my ass and said look over there. I saw an area near where the owner stood, just across the aisle from him actually, that looked like it was all magazines. Steve said, see that black dude, he is looking at the porn mags. I thought - porn mags - do those still exist....like hello internet. But, whatever. Steve said, lets go over by him. We went over and stood by the magazines and the guy was flipping through a straight magazine - tits everywhere. I was nervous. Steve picked up a gay porn magazine and we looked at pictures of the guys together. The black guy, mid 40s, bulky muscular, and big looked over at us and smiled. He leaned in to pick up a gay magazine from one of the boxes and he whispered, "You fags looking for fun." Steve said, "Hell yes." The guy asked if we had a place to go and we said no. He said we could go to his place but it had to be quick. I couldn't believe it when we all left together. That was so quick. I could never have figured that out without Steve. We got outside and the black guy told us his name was Lou. We introduced ourselves and walked three blocks down the street and turned into what looked like a new housing project. Like maybe built in the 90s. We went inside and Lou said, "We gotta be quick. This is my moms place and she is at the senior center." He pushed his shorts down and out flopped a heavy and big cock. I dropped to my knees in front of him and started to lick and suck his cock. As his cock grew, it stretched my mouth wider. Man, this was a fat cock. I kept sucking and Lou put his hands behind my head and started to deep throat me some. I gagged some and thought I might throw up once, but he worked his cock further into my mouth and throat. My eyes were watering. I felt Steve behind me pulling my shorts down my thighs and he was rubbing my hole with his cock. I felt him try to push in but he was too dry and it hurt. I stopped sucking Lou and said, "Steve that hurts." Lou said, "Damn youngin, don't you know you gotta lick it before you stick it." Lou laughed and then we all laughed and Lou said, here use this. He gave Steve some vaseline that was sitting near his mom's chair. (knitting needles, tissues, vaseline, bengay, some pills, etc) It had to be her chair. Steve fingered some vaseline in my ass and rubbed some on his cock. He slid into me more easily and I went back to sucking Lou's cock. Steve fucked me hard. I was groaning around Lou's cock. Lou grabbed my head again and took over. He used my mouth and throat and Steve used my ass. Everything hurt, but it all hurt in a good way. I heard Lou ask Steve, "You close man? I'm gonna give this bitch my load soon." Steve said, "Fcuk yeah, me too!" I didn't have to wait long before Steve busted his load in my ass and Lou blew in my mouth. I swallowed as much of Lou's load as I could and the rest dribbled out when Lou slid his cock from my mouth. Lou kissed me. He licked the cum off my lips and said I was a sweet boy. I pulled up my shorts in the back as Steve got dressed. Lou asked us if we wanted to meet him at a bathhouse later that evening. Steve said yes. I looked shocked and a bit scared. Lou put his arm around my shoulders and said, "It's okay sweet boy. I won't let anything bad happen to you." I smiled at Lou and he said he would walk us back out of the housing complex and to the car. Steve and I went and had lunch, saw the State Capitol, hit Lark Street (supposedly a gay area), and then drove out to the mall. We hung out at the mall, saw a movie, grabbed food and then hung around the mall for about an hour. Steve said, we need to stop at CVS before we go to the bathhouse so we left and we got some water bottle enemas (the small ones) and some Magnum condoms. Steve got condoms some for himself (not Magnums) and said, "These aren't for you. You feel too good taking it raw. I want these for the bathhouse." I blushed. We drove to the bathhouse in Troy. I was really nervous. We went in and went through the ritual of first time visitors, a review of the rules, etc. We got a room to share. The guy asked if we were boyfriends and we said no, he said "Have fun and play safe. Everyone in there likes young guys like you. The first thing we did was go get undressed and Steve helped me douche. I insisted on using 3 of the 4 water douches we bought. I even refilled two of them with warm water just in case. I was really anxious about not being clean enough, but I think I was just channeling how anxious I was about being in a bathhouse at all. I knew about them sure, but just 3 months ago I had only had sex with 1 guy - Eli. Just one guy and now I was in a bathhouse. We walked around and I saw groups of guys and guys standing. Some guys grabbed for us and touched us, but it seemed okay enough. Then I saw Lou. He smiled his big smiled and came over and kissed me. He asked how I was doing and I told him I was nervous. He said, "Sweet boy will my cock calm you down?" I laughed and so did he. We went to the room and I dropped my towel immediately. Steve asked Lou what end he wanted and Lou said, I want to try his ass. Lou asked if I was cool with that and I said he would be the biggest cock I ever took. Lou said he'd take good care of me. Lou was true to his word. Steve took out the Magnums we bought and I said, "Because I wanted you to fuck me tonight Lou." Lou bent me over and immediately stuck his tongue in my ass. He stopped and said, "Sweet Boy cleaned himself out, huh?" I said yes and Lou dove back in and ate my ass for a long time. He would stop and finger me and say I have a great ass. I was sucking Steve's cock this whole time and eating his ass some. Steve was saving up for what he called a HUGE load for me. Lou kept eating and fingering my ass for at least an hour. He said that he loved eating ass. My cock would bounce every time he drove his tongue up my ass hard. God damn! That tongue felt so good. Lou then started to use lube to finger me. It was a black bottle and he said it is his favorite. I was sucking on Steve and kept feeling pressure on my ass. Next thing I know, Steve is saying "Fuck man, you have 4 fingers in his ass." Then he said a bit more timidly and in a breathier voice, "Are you going to fist him?" Lou said, "No way man. I'm not trying to ruin his ass. Just opening him up." Lou kept fingering and twisting his fingers in my ass. Steve was just sitting back and stroking his cock watching us. Lou had me get on the bed on all fours facing the wall. Steve was at the head of the bed stroking. Lou was now rubbing his big cock in my ass crack and dropping more lube in my crack and fingering more into my ass. Lou aimed his cock at my hole and slid in a bit. I winced, but I was ready. Damn that was a big cock. Steve said, "Wait man. You need to use a rubber." I said, "Yeah Lou, please put one on." Lou kissed my neck and slid his cock from my ass and said, "Sure sweet boy." I looked at Steve and mouthed "Thank you" Steve nodded at me. Lou put the Magnum on and rubbed lube on it. He jerked his cock some and said, "Usually rubbers make me go soft but you have the finest ass I've seen in a long time. I don't think I've ever been this hard wearing a condom." I winced as he slid inside me. Fuck this hurt way more than before. OMG! It hurt. It burned and I was not ready for it. I grunted and winced. Lou said, breathe baby and relax. He kissed me on my back and neck and rubbed some lube on my cock. Damn this was good lube. I started to relax and then I realized. OMG! I lost my virginity again. This is the first condom that's ever been in my ass. I thought back to Eli and the other guys. No one had used condoms, not even Steve. This was the first condom covered cock I'd ever taken. I was so proud of myself for being a good boy. But then Lou moved again and the pain was back. Fuck! Eventually Lou and I got into a rhythm and he started to fuck me. I was taking it better. I was moaning now. I was stroking my slick cock and Lou was steadily fucking me. Then he pulled out and dropped his whole cock back inside my ass all the way to his balls. Holy crap that burned. It was too much. I winced and said it hurt. Lou said, "Time for more lube." Lou took out his cock and lubed it again and then lubed my ass more and put some on my cock. I groaned when he slid back inside me slowly. Lou then pulled out and rammed back in again, over and over. Each time it burned more from the friction of the dry condom. I realized that unlike the cocks I'd taken bareback, condoms always needed more lube or it hurt. At least with big cocks like Lou's. Fuck it hurt and burned but he was also hitting places in me that felt really good. I mean really good. Lou said, "Have you ever used poppers?" I said no. Steve said yes. He told Steve to get some from his locker and Steve went off as Lou was fucking me. Steve left the door open when he left and by the time he got back there was a small crowd watching my 18 year old ass get plowed by a 40-something year old black man with a huge cock. I was moaning and blushing at the same time. I heard the guys mumbling and I knew it was about us. Lou kept fucking away at my ass. Steve closed the door and I heard at least one guy say, "Please don't close the door." Steve opened the poppers and took a long hit as he got back on the bed. Lou and Steve showed me how to take a bit as Lou was pounding my ass. In a few minutes, I was high. Things were blurry and I was loving the cock. Lou went back to taking his cock out, adding lube, and ramming it back in my ass. He stopped adding lube as I totally loosened up with the popper high. It still hurt and burned some now that he wasn't using more lube. Lou kept pulling out and ramming back in my ass. I was reaching for Steve's cock now and really wanted to suck him as I got fucked. I licked the head and balls on his cock, but Lou pulled me back on his cock instead. He had me balls deep and he pulled my frame up to kiss him. Lou kissed me with his cock in my ass. He pushed me down on the bed and took his cock out and rammed in again and then again and again. Steve had me do more poppers and Lou's cock felt really really good now. Lou was fucking me with long strokes, but no longer pulling all the way out. He was moaning now. He asked how I liked his cock. I said it feels so good inside me. Lou was really fucking me now and I had to lay flat on the bed ass up to hold my balance. He said, "Does my cock feel better now?" I said "Fuck yeah it does. It feels great. There's no burning and it doesn't hurt." Lou kept fucking me and fucking me. I was totally high and loving his cock. Lou said he was getting close to cumming. For the first time I realized, wow I won't be getting his load. He's wearing a condom. I felt safe and in control and happy that I was finally using condoms. He asked me where I wanted it and as he said it I felt his massive cock jerk and explode inside me. I felt very wet. Fuck that was so hot. I almost came from feeling him cum. Lou rested on my back and, after a few minutes, he pulled out. Lou said, "Aw Fuck Sweet boy, the condom broke while I was fucking you." I didn't think they could break. Shit I never thought of that. Lou said he must've been fucking me too hard. I looked and the condom was ripped and literally all the way at the base of his dick. I was so high and well fucked that all I said was, "No wonder it started to feel so good near the end." Lou smiled at me and said, "It always feels better bareback" I shrugged my shoulders as I felt his load leaking out of my ass. Steve said, "You are such a slut." Steve smiled at me, lifted my legs and asked if I wanted his cock. I laid back, spread my legs wider, and said I was. Steve fucked me hard. He said I was really loose and so wet. It didn't take Steve long before he came inside me with a roar. Lou watched and jerked his soft cock watching Steve fuck me. After Steve came we all went to shower. After I was done, I went back to the room and grabbed the poppers and then looked around for Steve and Lou. I took a long hit. I got a bit lost and wound up in a room with holes in the walls. I saw some other guys around and I looked through one of the holes. I saw a guy stroking his cock, but not much more of him. He slid his cock through the hole and said, "suck it." And, I did. I sucked and sucked. When my jaw got tired I took another hit of poppers. The guy came in my mouth and I swallowed. He said, "Thanks kid." Then another cock popped through. This one was darker, but not black, and I sucked on his cock too. He asked me to stand up and turn around so he could feel my hot ass. I did and he felt my used ass. He asked if I had been fucked that night. I said yes and I took another hit of the poppers. I felt his cock on my ass and the guy asked, "Is that cum I feel in your ass?" I said yes. He asked if I had any condoms. I said not with me but in my room. He popped his cock in my ass. He said, "Let's fuck here for awhile and then we can go to your room and get the condoms." I said sure and I felt his cock slide all the way inside. I said, "You can bareback me for a few minutes. Then we can get the condoms." The dude fucked me hard and fast. I had to put my hands on the floor to steady myself. Wow the cock felt good. The guy was speeding up and said, "I'm close. Do you want to go to your room?" I didn't know what I wanted. I knew we should go get the condoms but I didn't really care that much. His cock felt so good. The guy said it louder, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" I heard myself say, "Cum in my ass man." And this dude I had never seen came deep in my ass. I felt him pull out of my ass and then I felt another cock slide inside me. This guy said, "Sweet ass man." I took another hit of poppers and the guy fucked me fast and quick and said, "I'm cumming in your ass." After he slid out of me, I stood up and stumbled some. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking out of my ass. I found my way back to the showers where I saw Lou shoving his cock in another twink. The twink was taking it raw. I got hard and then Steve found me. He got on his knees and sucked me off. I came in his mouth watching Lou cum in the twink's ass. Steve and I got dressed and left. He asked where I went and I told him about the room with the holes. He said, "The glory hole room. You are a total slut." He kissed me and we went back to his parent's house and passed out.

I got back to the truck, now clad in only my running shoes and running shorts. I threw my shirt on the seat next to me. Fuck! That was so hot. I was already getting hard again thinking about his semi-hard cock running in my crack and his fingers in my ass. Damn! I was so horny to get fucked now that I was sad the man had left. I didn't even know his name. I sat there thinking about how hot the whole scene was and that it lasted less than 20 minutes. That's when I saw them, three guys in SUNY Oneonta shirts getting out of a car and stretching. I was like, FUCK! The college guys at Oneonta. I remembered that the last guy I'd sucked off told me about another park. I grabbed the map out of the glove compartment and saw the park was called Wilbur Park. I started the pickup and drove down the road to SUNY Oneonta. I got there 10 minutes later. The whole drive I was thinking about the man fucking me. I had wanted him to fuck me. I didn't even know the man and I had wanted his cock inside me. If we'd had a condom, I know I would have let him fuck me. Then I remembered the things I we said before I came. Had he gotten me to admit I wanted him to fuck me without a condom? I didn't even know the guy. I wouldn't let just any guy fuck me without a condom. But, then I ran the conversation over again and I realized I really did say that I wanted him to fuck me "just like this right now." Fuck, that was so slutty. But, I'm so glad he couldn't get hard enough to do it or I probably would've let him. Fuck! I was so horny. As I drove through, I was shocked at the park. It was full of kids and young families. The was a playground and a pool. Parents and kids everywhere. FUCK! If meeting guys was hard at the empty Riddell Park, then meeting them here was going to be impossible. I decided to park and walk around. I parked by the tennis courts and walked around a bit. I put my tank top on even though it still smelled like that guy's cum. I walked up to the pool and then decided there was no way I was going to "cruise" here. I walked back to the pickup and on my way saw some hot shirtless guys playing tennis. I stopped and watched them and their cocks and asses bounce in their shorts. I was starting to get hard again. Then I felt a person standing next to me. I looked over and it was the college guy from last week at Riddell Park. He smiled and said hi. So did I. He chuckled and said, "You must be horny. I didn't think I'd see you here less than a week after you blew me." I blushed. He said, "No offense or judgement dude. I'm really glad to see you." He said, "Do you want to come to my place? It's over there," and he pointed to apartments that were just off the park. I said yes. We walked over to his place. We talked about something, but I don't remember what. I remember thinking about sucking his cock again. As we left the park, he got close to me and grabbed my ass. He said, "No underwear, nice slut." I told him they were running shorts - mesh inside to hold it all in. He then said, "You smell like cum. You really know how to turn a guy on." I blushed. I took off my shirt. He pushed me up against a tree in the wooded area separating the park from the apartments and kissed me. I kissed him back. I felt his body in his shorts and polo. He felt good. He slipped his hand down the back of my shorts as our growing cocks pressed together. I pushed up his shirt and kissed his chest. His hand pushed my shorts down in back and he was grinding my back and ass into the tree. I felt his abs and undid is shorts buttons and dropped to my knees. I grabbed his rapidly hardening cock and stroked it and looked up at him. He looked around and said, "Suck it slut." I took him in my mouth. He was musky and salty. I sucked him and he held my shoulders. This was the second cock in my mouth in one hour. I loved it. I pushed my shorts down in front and stroked my cock as I sucked him off. He was moaning softly. I could feel his cock getting harder and almost rigid in my mouth. He said, "Fuck me. You need to stop or I'll cum." I kept going. He pulled me up on my feet and got on his knees and took my hard cock in his mouth. I moaned and said holy shit. I hadn't had a mouth on my cock since Eli. I looked around and realized how exposed we were and that through the trees people might see us. I got a little scared but then the pressure from his mouth on my cock made me look down and I forgot all about it. His hands were on my ass as he was sucking my cock. He was a great cock sucker. If I hadn't cum twice already that morning, I'd've shot my load already. Then I felt his hands reach into my crack and find my hole. He slipped in two fingers inside me with little resistance. I just grunted a bit. He fingered me and I was in heaven. I stepped out of my shorts. Naked now except for my running shoes, I was putty in his hands. I felt a finger from his other hand slip inside me too. I winced but let him keep going. It all felt so good. He stood up and we made out fiercely. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers and his hands were still on my back and ass. He stroked me some and I spit on my hand and stroked him too. He turned me around and dropped to his knees again and grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks, and spit on my hole a few times. He fingered his spit into me using one, two, then three fingers. He kept rimming me as he increased the pressure from his fingers. He was stroking his cock and I was stroking mine the whole time. He stood up and kissed the back of my neck. I heard him spit a few times and then he spit and rubbed it on my ass. Then I felt his cock push at my hole. I pushed back and adjusted and bent over and spread my legs to accommodate him. Oh god, it hurt at first but it felt so good to have a cock in my ass again. I grunted and winced as he pushed farther inside me. He made me squeal a bit and he stopped but I said, "Keep going. I'm ok. You feel good." He pushed in until his cock was buried in my ass and his pubes were on my ass. I pushed back naturally and he started to slowly fuck me. I was stroking myself as he fucked me. We only fucked for a few minutes before he pulled out and came all over my ass and hole. He shot like 6 or 7 ropes of cum on my ass. He dropped to his knees, turned me around, and sucked my cock until I came in his mouth. He swallowed. Fuck! That was so hot. Exhausted I leaned against the tree. We kissed and he told me his name was Tom. I gave him the number and we got dressed. He wrote down his number and said I was such a hot fuck. He kissed me and said he wanted to see me again. I said definitely. He walked to his apartment and I went to the pickup. It wasn't until I got to the pickup that my post-cum haze wore off. I realized my ass was wet with his cum and I slipped my hand down the back of my shorts and felt the cum on my ass and rubbed it on my hole. As I was slipping my finger covered with his cum in my ass, standing next to the pickup, in the middle of the park; I realized three things. 1. Holy shit! There were kids around me. I had to stop. 2. We hadn't used a condom. 3. I was slipping his cum into my ass. I stopped, pulled off my shirt, and rapidly wiped his cum off my ass wile trying to look inconspicuous. I was blushing and I remembered what I had been taught. Everyone told me to use condoms and I had just had sex with a guy and hadn't used one and I had almost let another guy fuck me without a condom today. What was wrong with me? I got in the pick up and drove back toward to the cabin very upset with myself for being so careless. When I got back to the cabin, I showered and busied myself doing some chores. I berated myself all day long. I was so angry at myself. That night when I went to bed, I jerked off as usual and I thought about how hot all the sex was during the day. When I came it was to the image of being bent over, hard cock in my hand, Tom's cock in my ass, against a tree, in just my running shoes. Fuck that was so hot!

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