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Part 2: 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….” My plan to take down the biggest meth cook in the region had failed miserably. My career in the DEA was over! Not only was I chained, naked, in some warehouse but my best friend and fuck buddy Chris had betrayed me and set me up. All future regret and assessment of what had gone wrong were pushed aside as a fresh wave of drug high crashed over me and a new round of searing pain tore through me as Hawk pushed his raw, Aryan dick inside my previously unfucked hole. “YOUR LITTLE ONE WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING AGENT,” Hawk said, “HE SAID YOU NEVER GOT FUCKED. OF COURSE I DIDN’T BELIEVE HIM, BUT LOOK - HERE IS THE PROOF - I HAVE POPPED YOUR CHERRY GOOD. PERFECT! I LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN CONVERTING A NEG BOTTOM AND FILLING THEM WITH MY MUTANT AIDS CUM. YOU KNOW METH DOES THAT RIGHT? IT MUTATES THE VIRUS AND METH AND LIQUOR ARE MY TWO MAIN FOOD GROUPS - ALONG WITH RAW ASS - OK SO THREE FOOD GROUPS. MY POINT AGENT IS THAT IT IS OK TO SCREAM, TO EMBRACE THE PAIN AND FRUSTRATION YOU ARE FEELING, TO FIGHT BACK. IT WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD OF COURSE. IT’S FAR TOO LATE AGENT - OH YES FAR TOO LATE. YOU FEEL THAT AGENT? THAT’S MY DICK PUMPING YOUR ASS FULL OF MY SPERM. PUSHING IT INTO EVERY RIP IN YOUR ANAL WALL - CREATING MY OWN 4TH REICH OF CUM DUMP FAGGOTS WHO I BRAND WITH MY SUPERIOR DNA. YES - TAKE IT AGENT - TAKE IT ALL!!” I looked down to see Hawk’s fingernails embedded deep into the flesh around my waist, small trickles of red creating meandering streams down my thighs as he dug as hard as he could while cumming inside me. I had to bite my tongue in order not to scream from the burning pain in my ass as he fucked me and bred my hole. I would not give this filth the satisfaction. The brutal pummeling paused like the final throes of battle before an armistice and I heaved a sigh of relief. The meth lord just laughed, “WHAT? YOU THINK I AM DONE? FUCK NO! WE HAVE JUST GOTTEN STARTED. I’M A POZ FUCK BREEDER AND CAN SEED THAT ASS OVER AND OVER. THERE IS NO END AGENT. NO SOLUTION TO YOUR CURRENT PREDICAMENT EXCEPT DOING WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY, HOW I SAY. RIGHT NOW, WHAT I SAY IS THAT I AM PACKING THAT SHIT CHUTE LIKE A COLOMBIAN MULE THEN RIDING YOU HARD AND PUTTING YOU AWAY WET. YOU READY TO GET SO FUCKING HIGH YOU CANNOT SAY YOUR A,B,Cs? I MIGHT CONSIDER STOPPING IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO OFFER ME AGENT? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER? MAYBE THE LIFE OF YOUR LITTLE ONE? YOUR FRIEND? YOUR LOVER? OH YOU WANT TO SAVE HIM? REALLY? ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID AGENT? YOU KNOW THIS WAS ALL HIS DOING. HE HAD A SIMPLE CHOICE. I’D CUT HIS HANDS OFF FOR STEALING FROM ME OR HE COULD OFFER ME SOMETHING BETTER. SO HERE WE ARE AGENT - YOU ARE THE SOMETHING BETTER AND HE GETS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE FAG HANDS ATTACHED - FOR NOW.” My body shook as Hawk finger fucked me rough, hard, and burrowed trails of meth into my anal lining. I was gasping and drooling like some tweaked out idiot and wanted to just grab my head to try to slow down my thoughts. The handcuffs and chain made that impossible and when the meth cooker shoved his raw dick back up my dry, scabbed hole I barely flinched. Another Aryan load up my ass later and the chain was loosened from the ceiling and I crumpled to the floor. My legs burned, my body was on fire. Was that his AIDs virus of the drugs? The skin on my knees was ripped off entirely as Hawk looped the long chain around his forearm and dragged me behind him like a Sultan’s concubine. I managed to get my feet under me enough to stumble along after him. The hallway swayed back and forth with every step. Hawk stopped, my head was hit hard, I crumpled to the old factory floor as toxic rain poured from the heavens. “FEEL THAT? SMELL THAT? THAT IS GOOD CHEM PISS RIGHT THERE. THAT’S HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE AGENT - JUST A FUCK PUPPET FOR MY DICK, POZ LOAD, AND A URINAL FOR MY BODILY WASTE. OPEN THAT MOUTH - I SAID FUCKING OPEN IT! GAG ON THAT PISS AGENT - SWALLOW MY SALTY FLUID. YOU ARE MINE NOW - BODY, SOUL, LIFE. ALL MINE. DON’T WORRY. I BOTTLE MY PISS. CHEM MICRO-BREW. EVERY OUNCE I PISS OUT WILL GO INSIDE YOU FROM NOW ON ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.” The pores on my skin opened to allow his Periodic Table of bodily fluids to seep inside me. Hawk was still naked as he dragged me onward. We approached a large, steel door that was guarded by two men in ski masks both dressed in black and holding automatic weapons. Fuck! What had I been thinking? There was no way I could have taken these guys on alone. The door was pulled back, bright fluorescent lights burned my retinas as Hawk dragged me inside, pushed me face first against a steel column, and casually wound the chain between wrists and around the steel. The meth cooker walked over to a large, plexiglass clean room that took up most of the interior of the warehouse space we were in. He hit the intercom, the light turned orange, and as he casually began to put on latex gloves he addressed the dozen or so workers inside - all of whom were men, and all of whom were naked except for their white underwear and face masks. “LISTEN UP FOLKS!” Hawk yelled, “THIS HERE IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND. MR. DEA AGENT. NOW YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY I BROUGHT HIM IN HERE - RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF MY COOK - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKING PACKING AND SHIPPING LINE. WELL, MR. DEA AGENT HERE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND JUST HOW FUCKING TINY AND HELPLESS HE IS. NOW SOME OF YOU KNOW I HAVE A DICK THAT CAN BUST YOUR ASS WIDE OPEN. WELL I JUST PLANTED TWO HOT LOADS - HEAR ME - TWO FUCKING LOADS UP THIS DEA AGENT’S ASS. I POPPED HIS CHERRY GOOD. NOW AS A TOKEN OF MY APPRECIATION I WILL LEAVE HIM HERE FOR A WHILE. LET HIM STEW IN MY JUICES AND OF COURSE, LET HIM TAKE WHATEVER DICK ANY OF YOU FUCKERS WANT TO STICK UP HIS ASS. YOU HEAR ME? WHEN I COME BACK I EXPECT TO SEE HIS CHEEKS COVERED WITH SO MUCH POWDER I’LL THINK WE’RE IN THE ALPS AND I ALSO EXPECT - NOW PAY FUCKING CLOSE ATTENTION - I WILL ALSO EXPECT TO SEE PROOF THAT HIS ASS HAS BEEN FUCKED AND BRED BY YOUR RAW DICKS.” I watched as Hawk walked past me towards another door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” Stay Tuned for Part 3 (*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!)

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 6) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I slapped Davis hard to calm him down. “Shut up and stop squirming around” I told my mate to hand me the tooth brush and held it closely to Davis’ face. He watched hypnotized at the instrument, which should make him bleed and give all the others the comfort of raping him. It was an old and used brush. Another guest forgot it probably in the bath room, or just didn’t want to take the tooth brush with him anymore, since it looked quite shabby. I touched Davis face with the brush. It didn’t hurt him, but still he tried to avoid contact. I drew a line over his cheek and smiled at him. “What do you think? We will use this to rip your cunt open” “Will it hurt me very much?” he was obviously frightened. “I won’t lie to you… it is pretty painful, but this way we can enjoy your wet cunt much more later on, do you get it?” I asked him calmly. “It is necessary for you to get the full impact of our cum into your system” I explained to him. “Believe me, once we’ve finished with you, you will drool for every cock in town to give you another shot of charged up cum and with your looks you will be prime meat…. and we give you enough experience to know your future role as a faggot cum dump for dirty loads…..” I spoke to him soothingly. “So…. we will push you down now and I want you to relax your sphincter. We want to enjoy this moment, so don’t trash around or scream out loud…. you don’t want to make me angry again… do you? I asked him sternly. Davis looked around in panic. “Of course…. if you would use the tooth brush on yourself….” I thought out loudly. “You know your body best. If you put up a good show for us, we might not even fuck your hole” I continued my thinking talking more or less to me. I saw a gleam of hope in the boys’ eyes. “Are you nuts?” one of the guys complained. “I want to drench his cunt with my lethal injection” he laughed out loudly. I turned around and winked to my companions, then turned back to the lad again. “Believe me. If you use this tooth brush and fuck yourself with it for a while, we will shoot our loads without even touching you.” I smiled. “You must be good though. Just entering with the tip and then hoping for good is not enough. We will instruct you probably, while you are having fun with yourself, but I promise we won’t interact in any other way” “And you won’t rape me after all? You promise?” Davis asked cutely. “If all of us shoot a load within an hour into your mouth, you will be free to go….. I promise” I vowed. I held the tooth brush still in front of Davis’ eyes. His hand raised up slowly and with a promising wink he accepted the torture instrument. The guys moved closer to the bed stroking their cocks slowly. The video-cam was stationed on the tripod again. We pulled the tripod a bit to the side, so that the bed was in good view. One of the guys stood behind the cam to zoom in from time to time. Davis was still looking at us with fear in his eyes. He tried to sit up and while staring at us the brush vanished under his body eventually. “This way you won’t be successful in avoiding your rape and the time is ticking” someone advised him. “We could shackle his feet to the bedpost” a buddy suggested. “This way he would be on his back, with his legs spread widely and chained up to those posts.” “No! I don’t want to be tied up!” the youth exclaimed at once. “Listen…. just comply. I am a man to my word. Make love with this tooth brush and accept our loads in your mouth, then you won’t be harmed any further.” I tried to convince the lad. “Get on your back now…“ I continued. He looked me into my eyes and slowly moved into a horizontal position. “Get the handcuffs” I hissed. While we helped him to pull up his legs, we tied him up finally. We were able to see his ass crack slightly open for us. “Now try to find the hot spot – use your other hand to spread your ass cheeks. We need to see what’s going on in order to cum…. just trying to help you lad.” I encouraged him. Davis moved his left hand to get a good grip of one ass cheek. While he pulled it away, we could see his asshole finally. “Good boy…. now use the brush and slowly enter your hole with it…. Don’t pull back…. never pull back until I tell you…..” He sobbed silently while pushing the tip of the tooth brush into his body. He stopped suddenly. I promised him, we wouldn’t interfere but I saw the danger in him pulling out immediately. So I rested my hand calmly on his hand and told him in a comforting voice not to pull out now, but to keep the pressure and push deeper into his cunt. He nodded understandingly and while he pushed the brush deeper into his asshole, I withdrew my helping hand and continued stroking my hard dick. All the guys were slowly jacking off, while they heard the youth whimper and watched him cooperate to our advices. “This is so fucking beautiful” I whispered. “Good job boy, just a little bit deeper… stop now” I ordered him. “How do you feel?” I asked the heavy breathing lad. “I’m scared…” Davis lamented. “No need to baby…. now listen to me…… look onto my eyes cutie… look at me…. Keep the eye contact… now…. *moaned* Yank the tooth brush out of your fuck hole you son of a bitch…. yank it out!” I shouted out loud. Davis pulled the tooth brush out of his arse in one fast motion and immediately started screaming on top of his lungs. “Aiieeeeeee… AAAIIIIEEEEEE … *sobbed*” Two guys covered the youth’s mouth to mute his alarming sounds. Davis trashed around, but since he was not able to move his legs, he had no choice but to scream about the horrible pain he just endured. He dropped the tooth brush next to his ass but I picked it up for him. Two other pals on both sides used the situation already and grabbed both hands of the cub and made him stroke their dicks, which he actually did. That was so hot. In the moment of his biggest pain he still functioned as the goddamn faggot he was. I let the guys fool around a bit, but after the first wave of pain faded away, I handed Davis the tooth brush back and praised the lads guts, to fuck himself with this device. “That was a great beginning, but if you want us to cum into your mouth, you better continue to fuck yourself with this!” I exclaimed. I helped Davis, who didn’t seem to be so brave anymore, and led his hand back to his hole. We wanted to see blood sipping out of his ass cunt profusely. The pub tried to find some sympathy in our eyes. That was the only thing he could see – the slits in our masks revealed how much we enjoyed this despair and pain. “Push now!” I demanded and with a cry of help he entered his tiny hole a second time, knowing it wouldn’t be the last…

This story is a fantasy of mine. It is also only the second story I've posted. I apologize in advance to the grammar police! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been growing more and more bold with my sexual urges and what porn at which I look, which means I've been pushing my boundaries further and further. I've even been hooking up with random guys, however, not until the first time I was stealthed did I realize I wanted it bare. That realization led me to BBRT and Breeding Zone, where I chatted with a few guys, even getting to the point of planning a hook-up, but each time I backed out, afraid of the risks. After a handful of such failed hook-ups, I found myself chatting with a guy who was my approximate age, who seemed to be a nice guy. We got to know each other, and in the process he mentioned he was poz, which led me to tell him of the several instances where I had backed-out of hook-ups as my fear of being pozzed held me back. At that time we both went onto BBRT and looked at the guys with whom I had earlier been chatting. We discussed how hot the various guys were, and speculated what it would be like to get fucked by one or all of them. After some time of this we agreed to meet up have a few drinks and, if possible, to jack off together. That was something to which I could commit myself. On the day we had agreed to get together, he contacted me, asking if he could fuck me, assuring me, however, we would use protection. I agreed, but reiterated I was serious about playing safe. I showered and headed to his place. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell, only to wait a surprising amount of time, but when he opened the door he was clearly damp, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, sorry for the delay," he commented as he gestured me into his apartment, adding "I was still showering when you rang. Let me make you a drink before I get dressed. Make yourself comfortable, where ever," he finished, gesturing vaguely at his Murphy bed, which was still open. As he stepped away, I stripped off my clothing, stripping down to my jock strap, in the process noticing the restraints which were fastened to the headboard of his bed frame. As I knew he liked bondage, I didn't think much of them, instead I focused on the bareback porn that was playing on his flat screen, jerking myself a bit just to get into the mood. About then he came back into the room, this time carrying two drinks - oh, and his towel had disappeared, and his rock hard, thick, cut eight inch cock was sporting a condom. Handing me a drink, he took a sip of his. "Already wrapped up?" I asked. "Yeah, thought it would put you at ease. I want you to understand I'm a man of my word." Honestly, his tone was so honest and relaxed I was quite relieved, and took a deep chug of my drink, which naturally went straight to my head, or so it seemed as I immediately felt the impact of the alcohol. Setting his drink down, and likewise relieving me of mine, he opened our session by kissing me as he also found a tube of lube and prepped my ass and his cock. "No foreplay, I take it?" "No, I just want to get right to it. I haven't had a good fuck in a while. In fact I've been holding myself back since we decided to get together." He then flipped me over slid into my hole. Fuck, his cock was amazing thick. It honestly felt like he was tearing me a new hole, almost as he was tearing me in half. Fortunately the drink, which was apparently even stronger than I had realized, dulled my response to a loud grunt as he hit bottom. Then he started to pick up his pace, pulling all the way out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, especially as my hole seemed to be getting progressively slicker. I was definitely enjoying myself, even as I seemed to be getting increasingly light-headed, but I do recall his comment "Ooops, looks like the condom broke. Want me to stop? I can't hear you. Maybe it's what I put in the drink. Oh, well. You're gonna love this!" When I came to the room was pitch black, so while I couldn't see anything, I could tell I was a bit groggy, and my crotch and ass felt wet and sticky. I also realized my hands and feet were restrained, and somehow it felt like a gag was wrapped over my mouth. He had apparently bound me face-down sometime after I passed out. Then his cock rammed into my ass. Not only was he still fucking me, but I could tell from the head of his cock on my cheeks that he wasn't wearing a condom. The condom broke? Was that was he said? He's poz! I thrashed about a bit, but to little avail. Not only was I bound, the gag was effectively muffling me. My helplessness must of turned him on more because he pounding even deeper and harder, tearing my hole apart. Then I heard a different voice remark "Ah, looks like he's awake! Just in time to take my gift too!" I panicked at the realization a completely unknown guy was fucking me, especially his use of the word 'gift'. I might not have known exactly what he meant, but I had good reason to distrust this situation. "I told you I'm a man of my word," the familiar voice said as he rubbed his cummy cock all over my face. "You lead all those guys on, telling each guy he could tear your hole apart and give you his load, but you always backed out. Well, now you can't, and you've already taken eight poz loads while you were sleeping. What's another ten (or twenty)?" I really started to buck, trying to get free, but the guy fucking me put me in a choke hold, slamming harder than I had ever before felt. "Oh, boy, you're not going anywhere. You said you wanted this ten incher to tear you apart, and that's what you're gonna get!. Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I burst into tears which soaked into the blind fold as I felt him give one last slam into my ass, deeper than anything I had ever before felt, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his cum, his poz cum. "That's it, boy. I saved that load for a few days - just for you." With that he withdrew, but before I even felt the fresh air on my ass, another cock had slid in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have time for now. If you want me to finish the story, just let me know. Thanks!

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*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!)

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!)

Part 3: I watched as Hawk - the biggest meth cook in the region - walked past me towards a door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me a wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” I yanked on the chain that was looped between my wrists, attaching me to the steel column. As I watched Hawk leave - his Aryan dick making a large tent in the front of the industrial apron - I heard voices behind me and twisted my neck to see that a couple of his workers from the packing room had come out. They were standing by a metal table as they took off the masks they were wearing and leered at me with twisted smiles. One of them grabbed a mirror off the table, spilled a bunch of meth onto it, cut it in course lines with a razor, then the three of them walked my way. The largest man in the group, who looked like he could be a twin for Hawk down to the Aryan styled tatts, coated two fingers and started to roughly paint my broken hole with them. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as his buddies urged him to show me how a DEA bitch got fucked. First, he decided to tongue me and taste the mix of Hawk’s cum, popped cherry, and the new batch of meth. I let him get his tongue good and deep, then jerked, twisted, and brought up my right heel - BAM! I caught him square in the jaw! He fell back, swearing. One of the other guys stepped in to body press me against the column - BAM! I snapped my head back, caught him right on the bridge of the nose - it cracked like a chicken wing bone, blood gushed - and he let go. The third guy was much wiser and just punched me in the left kidney. My turn to drop, but the pain was worth it. My victory was short lived of course since I was still chained up and the little scuffle drew the attention of the guards and the other men from the packing room. I tried to kick, punch, and use my head and body; all to no avail as I was quickly overpowered, held down, and my ass stuffed with big meth shards. It was like the guy had on a metal cock sheath when he slammed into my ass as all the meth shards cut, scraped, and gouged my guts. All I could see was a sliver of light underneath the black boot that was stepping on the side of my face, pinning my head to the floor as the men now took turns raw dogging me. I thought back to the times I had fucked Chris rough, raw, and hard and had the briefest moment of regret. Fuck that! The little shit had sold me out. He would get his too. Maybe there was nothing I could do right now, but there was always a way. The meth began to dissolve, my blood stream boiled and roiled, and my fuck hole was flooded with more Aryan cum. All other thoughts of anything besides that exact second slipped through my fingers like a greased pig. They could take my body, use my flesh as they wanted, but there was still a part of me no matter how fucked up I got that was mine alone. “AH, LOOK AT THAT,” Hawk admired as he stood over me, the shadow of his hard dick acting like a sun dial on my torso, “I AM DISAPOINTED AGENT THAT YOU WOULD TRY SOMETHING SO STUPID. YOU ARE A SMART MAN, VERY SMART, AND THAT IS ONE OF THE REASONS I HAVE CHOSEN YOU. SO, LET’S JUST CALL IT A MOMENTARY LAPSE IN JUDGMENT SHALL WE? YES? NOW BOYS, IF YOU CAN SIT HIM UP IN THE CHAIR PLEASE AND MAKE SURE THE CHAINS ARE TIGHT. I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO END THIS DISCUSSION BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN.” I was hauled up onto my feet, dragged off to the side and plopped down into a metal chair. Chains were wrapped around my ankles and the chair legs as my arms were pulled behind me and chained through the back of the chair. Hawk was standing right in front of me, his dick wet, slick, and forming drops of dew on the tip. I licked my lips and Hawk laughed, “OH YES AGENT. THE SEED HAD BEEN PLANTED SO TO SPEAK. I WILL CONTINUE TO TRAIN YOU IN ALL THE WAYS A GOOD AIDS PIG SHOULD PLEASE HIS BRUDER MASTER. NOW AGENT - REMEMBER I ASKED IF YOU HAD SOMETHING TO OFFER ME? I KNOW YOU HAVE THOUGHT ON THIS LONG AND HARD OF COURSE, BUT I SHALL TELL YOU ANYWAYS. I WILL SPARE YOUR LITTLE ONE, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND FOR NOW. HE HAS HIS USES FOR THE MOMENT AS I BELIEVE YOU HAVE YOUR USES AS WELL.” I snarled, sneered, and did my best to heave a wad of spit at him, but all that happened was a large dribble running down my chin and onto my chest. Hawk laughed. “AGENT, AGENT, AGENT. I LIKE THAT FIRE. THAT SPUNK. BUT LET ME WARN YOU. DO SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU WILL PAY DEARLY. NOT DIRECTLY OF COURSE. LET ME RECALL. I BELIEVE YOUR FATHER IS ENJOYING HIS RETIREMENT FROM THE DEA AND PLAYS GOLF EVERY TUESDAY MORNING? YOUR MOTHER MEETS HER FRIENDS FOR CARDS ON THURSDAY NIGHTS? IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY WOULD IT NOT?” Hawk then bent down and grabbed my chin hard with his right hand and squeezed as he looked me in the eye, “YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AGENT. MY MEN WATCH THEM. THEY WATCH YOU. I HAVE PEOPLE INSIDE YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORK, YOUR WORLD YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. YOU TRY ANYTHING - ANYTHING AT FUCKING ALL BESIDES WHAT I TELL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY PAYS THE PRICE - AS WILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU FUCKING KNOW. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR? I CANNOT HEAR YOU - ANSWER ME - HAVE I? GOOD AGENT. GOOD. NOW TO THE BUSINESS AT HAND. Hawk laid out his initial demands for me. This would be a test of my ability to do what he needed, when he said, and of keeping my mouth shut. He warned me again of what would happen if I thought of trying to report this shakedown or what he was asking me to do and I agreed I would do what he said. Inside I still knew I was going to kill the mother fucker some day. Just not today. Once he was assured of my compliancy I was dragged to another room, Hawk wound a length of chain around my neck and pulled tight as he mounted me again like some filthy barnyard animal. The meth high was still going, but the pain was sharp, and his words stung as deep as his dick did. He told me over and over what a fag whore I was, how he was going to kill me one way or the other from his AIDs, and that I might as well embrace my new life and embrace being a POZ cum dump for him and his crew and that who knew - if I played my cards right I could move up in his organization. Oh I would move up all right, higher than he would imagine only so I could tear the whole fucking thing down! Before Hawk left the room he handed me a plastic bottle full of golden brown liquid. It was warm and he said, “I TOLD YOU I WOULD FILL YOU WITH MY PISS. NOW DRINK UP AGENT. I CAN’T HAVE YOU GETTING THE SHAKES AT MORNING ROLL CALL. THIS WILL GET YOU THROUGH THE FIRST COUPLE OF HOURS AS A BOTTLE OF MY CHEM PISS IS LIKE A FEW GOOD LINES OF MY COOK. BUT, IF YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE BEHAVING, THERE WILL BE SOMETHING ELSE LEFT IN YOUR LOCKER.” I gagged, sputtered, and fought to keep from puking it all back up as Hawk videoed me with his phone. I licked my lips; he smiled, and left the room. With Hawk’s Aryan cum leaking out of my ass and his warm piss filling my stomach I was left alone. The door opened, Chris walked in, looked at me, looked away, mumbled, “I’m sorry dude….I…” then looked at me again as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He stepped closer, pleading like the traitorous bitch that he was. I wanted nothing more right then than to kick the living shit out of him. To ask him why, to tell him he could have come to me, to remind him of how I was the only one who had ever been there for him, to say to him that I loved….No. Too late. I would use Chris too when the time came. Hawk was right. Chris had his uses and he would pay - they would all pay - but for now I just smiled and said, “It’s OK buddy. I get it. I do. As long as hey don’t hurt you I will do anything.” Fucking little shit hole! My clothes were brought in, I was uncuffed, unchained, and followed a big, masked guard back out through a maze of halls. We came to a locked door with a digital keypad and I tried to focus on the numbers he punched, but my mind would not cooperate. The morning air felt heavy, oppressive, the world had changed. My hand shook as I inserted the key into my car and was amazed I made it home without wrecking. I was wired, but had to focus. Roll call was in 2 hours. I quickly showered, downed some coffee, ate some toast even though I was not hungry, and poured about a half a bottle of Visine in my eyes. I got to my desk at 7:50, logged in, hunched over to try to make myself look small and punched in Hawk’s first request. He wanted me to pull the latest intel that the DEA had on one of his competitors - safe houses, likely meth lab locations, dealer names, everything. I hit PRINT, walked overly fast to the business center and hovered over the printer as page after page of DEA intel spit out. I was tapping my fingers on the edge of the printer like a drummer in a metal band. FUCK! Once the final page cleared the paper tray, I scooped them up, looked around, rolled them into a small tube and stuffed them in the back of my pants under my windbreaker. I hustled to my locker, avoiding a few of the chatty folks on the way, hid the papers inside a pile of dirty cloths at the bottom, slammed the door, and was the next to the last person in the briefing room for roll call. I was the first out the door once the briefing was over and went right back to my locker. I flung the door open and it banged. I eased it semi-closed and there taped to the top shelf was a small brown envelope stamped with an Aryan eagle symbol. I opened the tab and inside was a plastic bag stuffed with meth. Shit! Someone not only brought drugs in, they had the key to my locker. I stuffed the baggie in my pocket and went to the handicap restroom. I tried to figure out how to crush and snort the shards and realized I was not at all prepared for this shit. I thought about stomping on it then just said fuck it, licked my finger, and started jamming them up my ass. The first few hurt like hell, but I figured this was the best way to be rid of any evidence and I knew from the night before it would work. The last thing I needed was falling out in the middle of the DEA from crashing off a meth high. My mind and body were racing as I sat back at my desk. Fuck if I was going to pull this off I had to learn how to manage this shit. I was lost in thought, tapping my desk with a pen living in my drummer dream when one of my co-workers stopped, “You OK man? You look wired? Is everything alright?” I stammered, “Yeah, yeah, thanks, just a buddy of mine. He’s um going through a rough breakup, late night, WAY too much fucking coffee this morning.” In sympathy my co-worker raised his coffee cup in salute and kept on going. Jesus. Time for the hard part. I slipped my DEA windbreaker back on, grabbed the papers from my locker, and took the stairs down three floors to the basement to the Evidence Locker. You might think that in today’s world, evidence we collect is all locked up, catalogued, tracked, and safe and sound. The reality is that pretty much anyone in the building can fucking walk into the evidence room, that there are boxes of drugs, money, guns and other shit that have been set on a bunch of old shelves and forgotten about for years, and that our ‘catalogue’ system is still a manual process of forms, triplicate forms, and more forms, which are then stacked in a box and collected once every couple of weeks before they are mailed - yes mailed - off to a regional office where they get entered into a computer system. That creates a window and while once in a blue moon you would hear a rumor about something going missing, generally it was just misplaced. Yet, Hawk knew all this and more and my next task was very specific. I glanced down the hall and paused to listen over the thumping cadence of my heartbeat. I didn’t have to worry about cameras down here. Budget cuts and IT cluster fuck and all so none of them worked. Now that I was actually doing this I wondered why more shit didn’t go missing? Fuck. I hustled over to the counter where the box of intake forms was and fingered through the pile. I found the one Hawk had told me to get, ran around the corner to a shelf and started scanning for the evidence with the correlating number, no..no...no..no..there is - fuck someone is coming! I eased back into the aisle and quickly stuffed the slip in my pants pocket. Two of my fellow agents were laughing, chatting, and taking their sweet old time. One was dropping something off and mentioned, he would come back later after lunch to box the shit. I peeked around the shelf. Coast was clear. Back to the box. I opened the lid, reached inside and pulled out the plastic evidence bag. It contained several dozen bags of meth all stamped with the Aryan eagle symbol and a small caliber handgun. I unbuttoned my shirt, put the bag of evidence next to my chest, buttoned back up, zipped my coat and put the lid back on the box. I started to step away, then paused, looked at the label on the end of the box, stepped back, and using my fingernail teased the label corner up and SLOWLY peeled the label off. There. No ticket. No label. Just an empty box. Back upstairs I headed towards the back door and almost made it when Paulie grabbed my arm, “Where you going in such a rush man? Got that BIG BREAK? HA! You crack me up. Just like your old man. But seriously. Me and Patty are planning a barbecue on Sunday and….what... yeah sure, will email you the info. AND HEY - ASK YOUR MOM TO MAKE SOME OF THAT MACARONI SALAD OF HERS. YOU CAN’T COOK FOR SHIT BUT HER STUFF IS GOOD. SEE YOU SUNDAY!” Fuck. Luckily I had my shades on and Paulie was not the brightest crayon in the box so I got lucky. I knew now though luck would not get me through this. I had to get smarter, but right now I had to get to my place. I pulled into the space behind my building, took the back steps two at a time, tossed my shades onto the kitchen counter, locked the door, and slumped against the wall. Fuck Christ I did it. I actually did it. I stole from the DEA. “CONGRATULATIONS AGENT,” Hawk said as he filled the doorway between my kitchen and living room. He stepped in followed by two masked men both holding guns. “I SEE YOU DIDN’T GET YOURSELF SHOT OR CAUGHT. THAT’S ALWAYS A GOOD THING, BUT YOU DO NEED TO WORK ON YOUR NERVOUSNESS. IF ANYONE AT YOUR OFFICE WAS ACTUALLY COMPETENT THEY MIGHT HAVE NOTICED. NOW, I BELIEVE YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME?” My mind raced - fuck he had people watching me at the office? He said he did but I figured that was bullshit. Guess better to learn it for sure now and not later. I unzipped my jacket, pulled out the roll of papers, unbuttoned my shirt and hefted out the evidence bag and set it on the counter. Hawk walked over, inspected the bag and smiled when I handed him the evidence form with the box label stuck to the back of it. Hawk opened the bag, dumped a baggy onto the counter, grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, crushed it up, then sorted it into lines. He pulled a bill out of his pocket, handed it to me and said, “SNORT UP AGENT. YOU WILL FIND THAT SNORTING IT PROVIDES A - SHALL WE SAY DIFFERENT RUSH - THAN STICKING IT UP YOUR ASS. GO ON NOW. MY TURN. AH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD. VERY GOOD. THIS WAS A TEST BATCH OF A NEW STRAIN OF COOK FOR A SPECIAL CLIENT. I REALLY HATED TO SEE IT LOST BECAUSE SOME DUMB JUNKIE WAS TOO STUPID NOT TO GET CAUGHT. SO HARD TO FIND GOOD HELP THESE DAYS. NOW AGENT, IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES. I NEED SOME MORE OF THAT ASS AND YOU NEED TO BE REMINDED OF YOUR ROLE - WHICH IS TO BE MY CUM DUMP - ME AND MY GUY’S THAT IS. THEY MISSED OUT ON THE FUN LAST NIGHT SO I TOLD THEM THEY COULD EACH FUCK YOU TODAY. THEY WILL HELP ME TEACH YOU WELL HOW TO SERVE YOUR ARYAN MASTERS AS WE FILL YOU WITH RAW DICK AND POZ CUM.” I gritted my teeth as Hawk’s dick punctured my rectum and a moan escaped my lips. Fucking drugs! I had to focus. He clearly liked knowing he was inflicting pain. Fine. I would let him think I was suffering as much as he wanted while I still figured out a way to kill the prick. Until then, it was time to take one of the pieces off the board. I just so happened to know a dumb junkie and having him removed from the equation would ease some of the pressure on me. The challenge now was how to get Chris arrested by the local police and locked up for more than a few days without the DEA becoming involved or without it being traced back to me. Hawk grunted as he deposited his cum in my ass and when he did, the seeds of a plan took root. STAY TUNED FOR PART 4 (*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!)

Every time I've had sex at an Interstate Rest Area I promise myself I will never do it again. Too much risk of getting caught and the sex is usually marginal. Once again I broke that promise. Tonight I slipped on a pair of loose soccer shorts and a tank and headed out. Upon arrival I kinda lingered by vending machines to see who looks like a possible trick. First few Men didn't pan out but finally a guy looked at the bulge in my shorts and smiled. He was a typical guy you'd expect trolling a public area. I followed him into a stall, sucked him and ultimately I got fucked and a load of cum up my ass. I always feel an enormous wave of pride afterwards and tonight was no exception.

Midnight on June 3, 2017...I should have been on a boat getting crazy in a supervised manner with the rest of my graduating class of high school students...instead, I could feel the rough surface of the alley cutting into my hands and knees through the haze of meth and alcohol as I braced myself on all fours as the next filthy, reeking homeless guy took his place behind me and shoved a rough finger into my...well, I used to call it my asshole, but I'd learned pretty quickly tonight that calling it anything but a pussy or a cunt would get me a sharp backhand across the face. And honestly, being naked on all fours in a dank, smelly dirty alley at midnight, feeling cum running down my thighs because I was too loose and sloppy at this point to keep it in, the terms pussy and cunt were more appropriate anyway. I bit back a cry of pain as the next guy pulled out his finger and shoved his cock in...it felt like a big one, and I think I felt something inside rip...but I knew that I was supposed to be silent unless told otherwise...thankfully, I felt the glass pipe held to my lips and heard the flare of a torch light up...I started to inhale the precious, acrid chemical smoke that would make this experience not just bearable, but arousing. The soft, smooth silky voice on the other end of the pipe chuckled at my eagerness to inhale. "That's it, bitch...take it all the way in...fill those faggot lungs full. I want you to feel that rush all the way down to your pussy, bitch" I held the hit in as long as I could with a cock slopping in and out of my cunt...then let it out slowly, knowing a quick explosive release would result in being deprived of another hit. "Oh baby...you a good bitch, ain't ya. You learning what it takes to become one of my junkie bitches...only three or four more homeless guys for your pussy and then we can get out of here...now, bitch, take another hit." As I sucked down more meth, feeling the need for cock hitting my cunt hard, I couldn't help but think back to six hours earlier...before my asshole was a cum filled pussy, before I had ever taken homeless cock, before I knew what meth tasted like...when I was a normal, 18 year old white kid from the suburbs. Before I knew my older brother had a drug problem. Before I knew he owed a few thousand to his dealer. And before I became payment for his debts.

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'm high as fuck, my hole fisted wide open and I'm sooooo ready for a toxic load!

[This story was submitted by a reader.] Hey I'm James - Jamie - I live in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I'm 18 and I love to be fucked bareback, all cummers are welcome - but I especially love to be fuck by... Hot, hairy, older guys - who are packin' some heat down below. I'm talkin' 6" plus with big low hanging balls, if you don't measure up I have no use for you. So here's a little background information. I'm 18, which you already know, and am 5' exactly with a really cute face, blue eyes and occasionally brown hair - I like to experiment with dyes, highlights, hairstyles and even the skinhead look - once. My height and face can be a curse, because I often get mistaken for a 12 year old. Thankfully my body and my cock tell a different story, I took up Tae Kwon Doe and Akido when I was about 6. About 2 years ago I was a junior champion, for Northern Ireland and I'm a star athlete - on my school's track team. All that plus 10 hours a week jogging and going to the gym, well the results speak for themselves. I have a smooth well-defined torso, muscular arms and legs, and a sweet little bubble-butt. I also have a thick 7" cock, which occasionally finds it's way into a willing hole, to lodge some direct deposits of it's own. The way I see it is... You gotta give the people what they want! The day after my 18th birthday, my Tae Kwon Doe sensei fucked me. It was my first time with a really hung older guy - he was 35 with dark hair and a hairy chest. He was in insanely good shape, muscular and sinewy, too HOT! He also had a beer-can thick, bone-hard 7" cock, I squealed when it slid up my ass for the first time, tears streamed down my face and I gasped for air. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, the pain was unbearable, I was sure he was gonna split me in two. But he gently kissed my neck, speaking softly to me. Telling me to relax and breathe, so I listened to him, I willed my body to relax, as I fought to control my breathing the pain evaporated and with it went the certainty, that I was going to be split in two. All that remained was the incredible feeling of being full of cock, I was hooked at that point, even before feeling the pleasure of having a cock see-sawing in and out of my hole. Working towards it's final goal. Anyway he fucked me real good, not that that I had any point of reference. He shot his load inside me, did I mentioned that he fucked me bareback, I came too. I knew I'd be wanting more after that. But that's not the story I want to tell. A couple of months ago I was in the park jogging, I was looking good in a really tight muscle-top and really small loose-fitting running shorts, no underwear - no jockstrap. I never wear a jockstrap when I'm jogging, it real turns me on to think some hot guy is watching my cock, bounce around underneath my shorts. After a while I got bored, it sometimes happens when I jog and I'm always horny. So I went to the toilets, to check out the action. We call it "Cottaging" over here. Anyway, I stood at the urinal for a couple of minutes, dick in hand. Then this HOT older guy comes in and has a slash, I glance over at him. His cock is huge, it looks like a salami or something, it must be 8" long and it's not even hard. Then I recognize him, he was in the park playing with his kids. He catches me, checking out his meat, and steps back from the urinal, he starts working on his cock - with a smug bastard grin on his face. I watch his cock grow, it must be a 11" and I want it in me - it might be irritating, but the bastard is entitiled to that grin. I walk over to where he's standing, just as I'm about to take his cock in my hand... A voice outside says, "Daddy, what's keeping you - I wanna play catch". It's the voice of his little girl and with that he leaves. Not fun at all, just the sight of that cock - the lingering image of it, in my mind - has made me even more horny. I decide my ass is gonna swallow the next cock I see - I don't care how ugly, old, fat or generally mutated the owner might be, the next hard 6' plus cock I see is mine. Another guy comes in, he's about my age - he's not suitable. He faces slightly away from me, while he pisses, obscuring my view of his cock - the guy is clearly in denial, that's no good. He leaves. Then another guy comes in, he's a big guy. About 6', he has broad shoulders and huge arms, he was in great shape at one point - now he has a gut and is showing signs of middle-aged spread. He's a skinhead, wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt, he has a knee support on one of his well muscled tree-trunk legs and he's not even good-looking. His features are sharp and heavy, his nose broken several times before - he also has a bad case of cauliflower ear. I decide he plays for the Sunday league Rugby team - I turned out to be right, but that's not important. Anyway I want this guy bad, but I don't know why. Even if I hadn't made the decision to ride the next cock I see, no matter who's on the other end of it - I would have wanted this guy. He just had an aura - that said I'll fuck you and you'll be happy, really, really happy. So, he comes over to the urinal and has a piss. I don't look over at him, no furtive glances, nothing. This guy is huge, he could be a gay basher, and I'm not sure I could take him on - even with my martial arts training. I few minutes pass and I think I should put my cock back in my shorts and go - I can come back later. But against my better judgment, I finally risk at glance at him - to my delight, he has a hard-on, it's ribbed with veins, uncut, 8" and tree-trunk thick - just like his legs. His cock is clearly on the menu, so I go for it - I hunker down in front of him, take his meat in my mouth and start to suck. Usually I can deep-throat an 8" cock, no problem - but his cock is so thick that deep-throat is impossible. After a couple minutes, he says "We can go back to my place it's about 5 minutes drive from here, I have a car". We both leave, since we're both wearing athletic gear it doesn't look too weird. We get to the car park and he says "It's the black Mini-van, oh, I have a couple of team-mates with me - I was running them home, hope you don't mind". Now I'm nervous, I say "Well go on ahead, I'll go for a jog and you can get me when your done". He says "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye you. The lads won't bother you, I'm Patrick, by the way". Still unsure I get into the front passenger seat, hoping I'm quick to escape if I need too. The 5 remaining seats of the Mini-van are all occupied by guys in shorts and T-shirts. Patrick sensing my discomfort introduced every one. Aiden, a good-looking blonde, about 5 years older than me - with a great body, no obvious Rugby injuries and good-sized bulge in his shorts. Noel, about 45, with a bit of gut and signs of middle-aged spread - glasses and ginger hair, which suited me fine. I have this theory, that ginger guys are always well-hung. Some of the biggest cocks I've ever seen/had belonged to ginger guys. Dylan, about 30 - looks Italian; dark-hair, olive skin, designer stubble and a decent body. Not as toned as Aiden or myself, but still in good shape - couldn't see his bulge as he was carrying a Rugby ball on his crotch. Marcin - Polish, about 30, skinhead, sharp facial features and a broken nose - spoke very good English, also not as toned as Aiden or Myself, but still in good shape. Every time I looked at Marcin, he rubbed his crotch insistently. Then there was Robert, a Red Hot, Silver-Fox, about 50 - his body was so good, he put Aiden and myself to shame - everything toned to perfection and not an ounce of fat anywhere. I lowered my eyes to Robert's crotch and saw a long, thick uncut cock poking through the leg of his shorts, still soft. If I hadn't already wanted him - that cock would have changed my mind. Satisfied that everything was on the up, I finally said "Hi, I'm Jamie". As we set off, I said a silent prayer to the gods of sex. "Please, don't let anyone say 'we need condoms', please". When we got to Patrick's Place, T-shirts and shorts came off in record time. Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan, Marcin and Robert all stood around me - with their cocks on display. I was in heaven, as I sucked each cock in turn - I devoured Patrick's big, veiny, uncut cock - it was still impossible to deep-throat. Aiden's cock was about 8" long and uncut as well, it wasn't as thick as Patrick's - so I could deep-throat it. Noel, lived up to my theory. His cock was about 9" long, uncut and thick enough to make deep-throat difficult, but not impossible. Dylan's cock was about 7" long, thick, uncut and ribbed with veins, he also had a huge PA, 10mm - I could deep-throat it, but it was awkward. His balls were huge and hanging really low, it looked like he hadn't cum in a month. Next up was Marcin, he had the smallest cock - it was thick as a beer-can, cut and generously veined. While it was great to look at, it was only about 5" long - still I could deep-throat it and decided it could still be fun. Finally there was Robert, soft his cock was 8" and it took a lot of work to get him hard - but it was absolutely worth it, when hard it grew to 11". It wasn't very veiny, but it was very long, very thick and uncut. Below it was a very low hanging nutsack, swinging under the weight of 2 pool ball sized nuts. It was also impossible to deep-throat - but Robert grabbed the back of my head and shoved every inch of his cock down my throat, almost. I choked and gagged as the head of Robert's cock when past my tonsils - there was still about an inch and a half that I couldn't manage. While I was sucking Robert's cock, Patrick had gone to get some supplies. He returned with poppers and lube - I didn't notice any condoms, but I never really got a chance to absorb my surroundings. Patrick held the poppers up to my nose, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I felt the cold lube on my cumhole. Someone was finger-fucking lube into my hole, very slowly, first 1 finger, then 2, then 3, now I was on all-fours. I heard Marcin say he was gonna fuck me, then I felt a sharp pain - it subsided quickly and then I was full of cock. I reached behind me and gripped the base of Marcin's cock, saying it hurt and to give me a second. Slid forwards off Marcin's cock and slid my hand up and down the full length of his cock shaft, feeling for a condom. All I could feel was skin, so I gripped Marcin's cock at the base again and slid it back into my ass. Marcin fucked me for about 10 minutes, I took a few more hits of poppers and Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan and Robert took turns at fucking my mouth. Marcin continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, then his strokes got shallower and quickened, his breathing matching his strokes exactly. Suddenly several loud groans escaped his lips, I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching in my hole as he came. I took a couple more hits of poppers and felt Aiden slid his cock into my cum soaked hole, still on all-fours I reached around and gripped the base of Aiden's cock - intending to check for a condom, the same way I had when Marcin was fucking me. Before I even slid off his cock Aiden said "Don't worry, I'm not wearing a condom. I wanna feel your ass on my cock, just as god intended". Aiden fucked me harder than Marcin, so a couple more hits of popper were essential. Aiden's strokes were brutal, he pounded my ass deep and hard. It hurt, but I still wanted it - but he couldn't maintain his pace forever. He gripped my hips, holding me place - he thrust into me hard one last time and groaned loudly, as he bust a nut, shooting jizz deep into my guts. Noel assumed the position behind me, he took my hand and put it on his cock - he allowed me to guide him into my ass, so I could feel the flesh of his cock. Again I was filled with raw cock, Noel's strokes started off gentle - but after a few minutes he found a quicker pace and settled with it. Dylan held the poppers to my nose, I took a couple deep breaths. Then Robert slid his giant cock into my mouth again, putting his hands on the back of my head - he forced his cock down my throat. Noel grunted "I'm gonna cum", the muscle spasms when I started to choked on Robert's cock - finished Noel off and slimed my guts, with his hot spunk. Watching all this got Marcin hard again, so he shoved his cock back up my hole and fucked me again. Marcin's second fuck was more brutal and ended quicker. He grunted and groaned as he added another load to my hole. I loaded up on poppers, when Dylan knelt behind me. Dylan didn't take his PA out - I felt the cold steel of his PA on my pucker and knew he wasn't wearing a condom either. A couple more hits of poppers and Dylan's huge PA stretched my hole, it hurt like hell - but another hit of poppers would cure that. Once Dylan had his PA inside me, it was easy to get his cock into me. More poppers, but not just for me - Dylan took a couple of hits, then pushed his cock into me right to the balls. I felt his cum heavy nutsack slap against my legs and knew he would shoot his load into me like everyone else had done. It was a very weird sensation, being fucked by Dylan - I'd never been fucked by someone with a PA before, it required a few more hits of poppers and I had a metallic taste in my mouth, the whole time Dylan fucked me. While Dylan fucked my ass Patrick and Robert took turns at fucking my face. Then it was happening all over again, Dylan stopped stroking and shoved his cock into my pussy, right to the hilt. He groaned loudly and gripped my hips, to keep me from pulling off his cock - as he emptied his low hanging nutsack into me. He held me down on his cock for 5 minutes, as he fired the biggest load of the day into my tight little hole. When he pulled out his PA stretched my hole again, this time it felt great - Dylan's PA was coated with spunk from all the loads in my ass, so he stuck his cock in my mouth and had me clean it. Patrick grabbed a cushion off the settee and told me to lie on my back, then he put the cushion under my ass. I watched as his big veiny, uncut cock slid into ass. I love getting to see a big bareback cock disappearing into my hole, and this was no exception - I also love to see a guy's face when he cums in my ass. I'd been wanting this since I first saw Patrick in the park toilets, I would have let him fuck me right at the urinal. Patrick slammed his cock into me, he was brutal and it hurt - even though I was loaded up on poppers and my hole was a sloppy, cummy mess. He was relentless - must have fucked me hard for 15 minutes. The cum in my hole turned into a frothy mess that coated his dick and leaked out of my ass... I was in heaven... When he finally came he had this exquisite look on his face and he practically bellowed... Afterwards, laying in bed I was feeling my abused cummy hole and knew that was an encounter I'd never forget - my first real gangbang. Patrick's team has used me a couple more times since then, and I've found a few other guys who like whoring me out and organizing gangbangs. I'm just getting started, but the more guys, the rougher the fucks, and the more cum in my ass, the better... _____________________________ UPDATE: The guy who submitted the story wrote me back... it's so cool, you published my story. "18 y.o. jock gangbanged by rugby team", just in case you've forgotten. I've never been called a jock before, that's new and cool, I guess. It may interest you to know that it's a true story. Or it's a combination of 3 true stories, pretty cool huh! Anyway, I would not like to be listed as the author, in case guys try to get in touch with me. Am not ready for that kind of attention just yet. But hold on to my e-mail address because next time I'm loaded - I want to share the experience with your readers. It's making my horny, thinking hot tops are out there jacking and bustin' a nut. Because of something the happened to me. So cool, still love your work. Jamie

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

Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist. It was about 10:00 p.m., and I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background was a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with a shaved head that had 5-o’clock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear, but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for ONE lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines and figured what the fuck, all they could do is not hit me back. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my hips to show off the way to my hole. I have found it s amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything – especially raw. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like knowing I was good with them being on the Down Low (DL). I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign! They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of that area, but I did not care. I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I showed my ID and wrote my name on the paper on the clipboard they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked. When we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was clear so I took out my small brown bottle of Tina, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed, and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that for the other nostril, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in and said, “Thanks.” We went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator and as the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit. I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking and yelling - noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little doorbell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator, but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple of chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but I stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit. I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend the only thing he was wearing was a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. A recent trimming had left his shaft, balls, and surrounding pubic region a minefield of stubble that pricked and tickled. He was uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven as I inhaled his musky, sweaty, scent. I could not wait to get his dick up my ass and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch reached over and twirled a finger inside the edge of my panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and the guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass – this time without any resistance or hesitation. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions and was now stealthing me and barebacking me so his buddy couldn’t see. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “YEAH BOY, FUCK THAT WHITE PUSSY, FUCK HER BLOND PUSSY.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounding my pussy ass. The Taggers took their time and the guy fucking had awesome stamina as he kept a hard and steady pace banging my ass out, opening it up, and fucking it only the way a man in need can. “UGH, UH, UGHH!!!!” THE GUY FUCKING ME MOANED AND I FELT HIM UNLOAD IN MY ASS. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so that I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close followed closely by a wracking cough that sounded like someone was hacking up a lung. I stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking who said, “He just went in to his bedroom a minute. I want to fuck that pussy now.” I let go of his wet, sloppy dick, anxious to see what this Mandingo Tagger could throw down. I stood up, he turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over me and roughly yanked the red panties to the side. With my hole exposed, he stood over me, his legs spread to the side like he was on the football field and getting ready to meet a tackle head on. He then lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “THAT’S IT BABY, WORK THAT WHITE PUSSY FOR ME, COME ON BABY, RIDE THIS DICK – RIDE DADDY’S DICK – FUCK – GODDAM!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. The Tagger was built to fuck, with powerful thighs and a deep stroke, with stamina that outlasted the first guy as he churned my wet hole inside out with his long black dick. All the chem sweat that beaded off his body and dripped onto me as he took charge of my ass and made my hole his. The bandana on his face was wet and stained from his fuck sweat and his eyes were rolling around in pleasure as he explored my ass with his raw dick. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my guts to mix with his buddy’s. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, turned his back to me and lifted the bandana on his face and used the t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. I stood up, realigned the red panties, and took a step over to my pile of clothes. “Yo, I ain’t done yet. My homie ain’t neither. We been geeking for white pussy all motha fuckin day and now that we got some in the house we plan to work it over!” The glass he drank from sounded like it was going to break the coffee table when he slammed it back down. He adjusted his bandana, stepped in front of me, grabbed the top edge of the red panties with both hands and then RIPPED THEM apart and tugged and pulled and tore until they came off me. He then looked at the shredded bits in his hand, grabbed the back of my head roughly with his right hand and held me steady as with his left he crammed the panty shreds into my open mouth. The Mandingo Tagger then laughed and slapped my ass, “Fucking slut! Now get yo ass up on the couch. No stand the fuck up on it like this, grab onto the back and arch your hips and squat down a bit – that’s right – bend over – show me that white pussy again.” This time it was not his still hard dick that went exploring, but his tongue, which was firm, longer than some guys’ dicks, and intent on tasting what he and his homie had deposited. I pulled the panty bits out of my mouth and gagged and spit, which made his slap my ass cheeks hard, but did not stop him from getting down to business. “Yeah freak man, eat me out. Bury that face up in there. Get at it boy!” I urged. Then I had an idea. I pulled forward a bit, the Tagger now getting nothing but air, “You ever given a booty bump? Tasted one? Let me grab my stash.” I quickly hopped off the couch, grabbed my bottle of Tina, stepped back up on the couch, licked my finger and coated it in powder as I squatted right in front of his eager bandit face and said, “TASTE THAT SHIT FUCKER!” before coating the inside of my wet ass with Miss T. The Tagger buried his face back up in my ass and was slurping at my frosty when his homie came back out into the living room. He swaggered towards us, his dick hard, the head glistening and drooling – fucker was ready for another round! He still had on his shades and bandana, and I wondered how he could see, but see he could as he zoned right in on the spit covered, red lace panty bits that were now on the couch beside me. He reached down, picked at the pile, withdrew the biggest piece, and deftly reached under the bandana on his face and put the end of it in his mouth and started chewing on it as he turned a bit to watch his homie eat my Tina laced ass. WHAT THE FUCK! This was one of the oddest fuck sets I had ever seen, yet little did I know this was nothing compared to what was to come. The Tagger eating my ass backed off and the one with the red lace panty shards dangling from his mouth stepped right up behind me and slammed his stiff rod into my ass. No ‘Bottom May I?’, no foreplay, no warning – not that I minded at all. I crouched down a bit to make sure every thrust hit my gut walls. I wanted that shit to hurt and wanted to have my guts sore for a couple and know I had been fucked. “COME ON SLAM IT IN THERE MAN, OPEN ME UP, DEEP DICK IT, PUSH THAT NASTY NUTT UP IN THERE GIVE ME THAT RAW DICK!” I demanded like a pushy bottom. The one that had been eating my Tina ass reached out and cuffed my head, “Shut the fuck up bitch.” The Tagger in the sunglasses kept banging me out long and hard, and the more I squatted back to meet his dick, the rougher he split my guts open. His sweaty thighs and hips were smacking me good and his fingers were digging into my flesh to ensure I would not run. Hell – running from that dick was the last thing I wanted to do – HA! Several minutes of steady fucking later the Tagger yanked his black meat out of my ass, stood back, and I turned and could not help but laugh as he looked like a wild and crazy man dancing back and forth side to side, his arms out wide, the panty piece now wet and slimy hanging down from his mouth. I didn’t see the second BBC so was not sure where he went, when the Tagger stopped and started coughing, hacking again. He spit the sloppy piece of panties onto the floor, followed by a big wad of phlegm. “Please – let me taste it,” I begged. He stopped dancing, reached out and grabbed me by the throat, squeezed my neck tight and pushed me down to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and closed my eyes – the first slippery chunk hit my cheek, but he took two fingers, swiped it towards my mouth and let me lick him clean. He gripped my neck harder, hacked and pulled another wad from deep in his lungs, and that one planted half in my mouth and on my upper lip, but quickly slid down. The evil laugh that followed made me smile – yeah he was a twisted fucker. The Tagger pulled me back up and turned me around. I grunted as he shoved his dick back inside me and then with me on my tip toes he whore walked me over to the glass dining room table. With his left arm he made a quick sweep of the dirty dishes, papers, and shit that was on the table and once a space was cleared pushed me face down onto the glass top and began long stroking me – slow, deep, and without mercy. “Please – can I get my bottle – you know my Tina?” I asked. The Tagger kept fucking and I was getting ready to ask again when he stopped, pulled his dick out of my sloppy ass and stood back waiting. I quickly went back to the couch and found the bottle I had dropped. I poured some out, sniffed it, squinted, my eyes teared up and then hurried back to the table where my BBC stuffer was anxiously waiting. He grabbed the bottle from me, poured out a big amount, which I though he was going to sniff, but instead he coated three fingers, turned me to the side, and started to claw my ass up with a hot Tina bump. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers stretched my ass more. My face hit the glass table top hard as the Tagger got back down to business, this time he was mumbling under his bandana, “…whore for this dick…stretching that pussy wide open…pimp that shit out…who’s your daddy?...” His rambling didn’t pause a beat when the second Mandingo showed back up, on his hands and knees at the end of the table, craning his neck trying to get a close up view of the fucking. He crawled under the table, flipped over onto his back, and pushed himself and wiggled so that he was lying almost directly under my hole with a perfect view of his homie’s dick going in and out. My ass twitched as I watched through the glass table top at the BBC underneath us being stroked hard, fast, and furious. He clearly liked what he saw and his buddy must have liked being watched too because only a minute later I felt him pause, stiffen, and his buddy on the floor say, “FUCK YEAH BOY – THOSE BALLS THROWING THAT NUTT INTO THAT PUSSY! LET ME SEE THAT CREAMPIE – LET ME BE THE CLEANUP MAN.” The Tagger who just unloaded in my ass slowly continued to work his nutt in as he pulled me to a standing position, backed me two steps away with his dick still inside me, and waited for his friend to get out from underneath the table. Once his friend was up he pulled all the way out, turned me around, and wagged his slimy dick at me. I bent over and moaned in pleasure as I savored the tasted of his funky dick, my wet ass, and Tina flavored nutt. The voyeur Tagger was busy slurping at my cream filled hole like a kid devouring a Twinkie. Once his dick was clean the Tagger walked away, swaggered down the hall and slammed a door and started hacking again. Damn I wished he had given it to me. The guy who had been eating my hole stopped, walked over by the couch, picked up the right boot of a pair of Timberlands, and deftly pulled out the camel colored laces. He then quickly made a loop, a knot, and wound the laces around his dick and balls, crossed the ends and pulled tight. His dick jumped in pain and happiness as his improvised cock ring forced the blood to engorge his dick. He than walked over to me, grabbed my arm tight and walked me to the other side of the room. I stood still as he then proceed to pull the drapes back, the damp humid window splintering the parking lot lights. “Bend the fuck over, put your hands flat on the glass on don’t you fucking move,” he snarled. “No wait a sec,” he pushed me to the side, slid the large living room door open, and instead of putting my hands on the glass had me bend forward, grip the window sill, and then slammed me to the hilt. I grunted, moaned, and my eyes rolled. He started to yell, making the flitting shadows of folks walking past down in the parking lot stop and watch, “THAT’S RIGHT – FUCKING THAT WHITE SLOPPY PUSSY – WHORE CUNT FOR NICCAS RIGHT HERE – CRAVING THAT CHUNKY NUTT AND LONG, BLACK, THICK DICK! THOSE PUSSY LIPS TRYIN TO GRAB MY SHIT AND BREAK IT OFF – FUCKING SLUT – TAKING ALL THIS LONG, BLACK, DICK – BEGGING FOR MY FUCKING NUTT – BEGGING LIKE A RIGHT GOOD SLUT – BEGGING TO GET KNOCKED UP – YO BOYS WHITE PUSSY IN THE HOUSE – GET THAT FUCKING RIDE ON AND BANG THE BITCHES BACK OUT! OH FUCK YEAH, HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, YEAH…YEAH..YEAH…TAKE THAT LOAD, TAKE THAT NUTT, TAKE IT…TAKE IT…TAKE IT!!!!” Once the Mandingo Tagger finished his latest breeding he slithered out of my hole and stood there, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf that just finished working over Little Red Riding Hood. Without a word I got on my knees and slurped his dick clean of my ass funk – nutt, ass juice, more nutt – fucking manna from heaven! I then looked up and asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home too. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his bandana covered head no and started pushing me towards the door! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a monster hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there, and two more stepped out from the office – I showed up right at shift change. The guard I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up and chuckled and half whispered, “That’s the ass that was getting tagged by the homies up on the east side – you know the shit you heard when you was making the rounds.” I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled my most innocent smile and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way one of you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They all four laughed and the one I had shared the Tina with definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.

For years Rob was confused with his sexuality, he had gfs n secretly played with guys. His best friend Jim always wanted Rob and other than an occasional bj he didnt get anything else. I bet if i got him high af i could release the inner cockwhore in him, he told his roomies. Jim n his roomies wanted Rob set up a seduction of him. He was spending the night that night n they broke out the shards they all got high together, Rob got really high thanks to extra hits, he was feeling different than he did when he did it w a woman. He had limp dick n no disire, w 3 guys who were gay n obviously wanting him, he was tingling to their touch, dick was alive n they kept flirting w him. He had been having naughty thoughts w his now roomates before he moved in n dreamed they had a 4way n they tore him up. He woke up w a raging hard on n the thought of his new roomies seducing him n taking turns on him. He was rockhard n thinking of his roomies had made him a cockwhore by the end of the dream. They took turns n instead of fighting it he loved it n the dream ended w jim blowing a load in robs now gay ass n sucked erik n jon dry. He woke up hard n horny so he jo thinking of how the guys got him high, seduced him n turned him into a cockwhore. He came very fast, omg is that whats gonna happen? Rob had been thinking of men before losing his place n deciding to move in w them. They are all gay, wanted him jim from his old apartment n jon n erik working w them. He was sleeping on the couch but jim offered to share his bed but he nervously said no. This was his 1st night at their apartment, after dinner they broke out an 8ball of meth n teased Rob it was gonna make him horny af. He told them he tried it w women n he couldnt get it up. Thats cuz u did it w the wrong sex jim said, rob blushed. They gave rob a pipe n a pile of shards, they went off to shoot up leaving him alone. He smoked a fat bowl n started thinking of the dream he had n how he was high af n how they seduced him n did him. He went in the br n saw a poster of a naked man n stroked his dick to the guy. Omg this shit has made me horny for men, omg im hard af. He came out of the br as they all walked into living room all in just shorts. Mmmmm Rob thought, if they seduce me like that im in trouble. In the living room they sat on the sectional couch leaving a spot between jim n erik. They smoked more T n rob was tingling all over n kept looking at them out of the corner of the eye. Damn guys this is good shit, it usually gives me limp dick but not this stuff, they all looked at his crotch. Jim said we are all high af but theres another thing we do when were high, friday night orgy. We have 5 more guys coming n then to the basement fpr our party, ur welcome to join us. Theyd like u, so would we. I nervously said dont know, but my dick twitched at the thought of these 3 who wanted him always n 5 more gay men theyd be all on him. He got higher n higher n rob was thinking of all those naked men fucking n sucking all over each other. In the br he was rock hard picturing himself in those naked men n they all were on him, he was thinking so hard he didnt hear jim come in the br w him playing w his dick. U should join us, u might really like it. Plus another way to get off is shove shards in ur ass n ull get horny af. I can tell u were turned on when we told u about our orgy, he came up behind me n wrapped his arms around me pressing his dick against my crack. I gasped out loud cuz he scrapped my hole n the shit made me all sensitive. U like my dick on ur ass dont u? I shook my head n lied, but i couldnt help but like it. See its made ur ass sensitive n horny, u dont have to but this shit makes us all wanting it. I said, Damn jim, ur cock is messing w me, this shit made me really horny n i was before i did it. Just relax rob, give into what u want, u have 8 guys u know n always wanted u. He reached around n stuck his hand in my shorts n grabbed his dick. He didnt pull away he moaned n pushed against jims dick. Yeah u want it, release urself n do what u want. Ur dick is rockhard, ur ass likes my dick between ur cheeks rubbing ur hole. I said damn ive been wanting men more n more, now i moved in w 3 gay guys who openly want me. This stuff has losened me up n ur dick is making my already partied up ass making me crazy. God jim ur seducing me like u told me u would n i dont want to fight it. Wanna try booty shots? He got a baggie n dipped a finger in it n coated a spit lubed finger w alot. This will totally want in this orgy n my dick in u. He pulled the back of my pants down got me to seperate my cheaks n shoved in me. I gasped. He rubbed it around the inside n i was moaning, yeah that turns u on bigtime. A few of these n ull be all for an orgy. I bet u been secretly wanting us n tonight u give in to who u are, gay. Mmmmm jim more! He laughed n said yep u r looser, ive noticed ur checking out us earlier, ur bi getting stronger? He shoved another tina coated finger into me again n moaned louder. God yes n im ready to give in cuz its getting stronger since i got high af n u pushing shards in me is making me crazy. Im giving into it cuz its been really bad since im moving in. He pressed his bulge harder against my hole, give in to it rob. U have done nothing to push me away, u moan when i grind my cock into u n kiss ur neck n ur dick really gets hard in my hand. Oh jim i wanna give in to what i want, all 8 guys in an orgy. God thats hot! Well look whos got rob from behind n from the looks of it joining us in the basement. Yeah i knew he was horny af n gave booty shots n told him i could tell the shit was getting to him n my dick rubbing his crack n hole n told him 8 guys he knows are going to be there n weve all wanted u forever. He grinded his dick hard into my crack, i was grinding my ass against jims hard dick n moaned. I said, this was ur plan all along to get me super high n worked on my weakness my ass. Uve got me to forget my hangups n now im a horned up guy being seduced by a guy who has lusted after me forever. Jon n erik came in the br w jim humping my crack n hand down my shorts n a very horned up rob loving it. Mmmmmm damn i see rob is high n under tinas spell, u gonna party w us n have us all over u? Erik n jon crowded in n was all over rob, kissing him rubbing his hard dick. Yeah look at him high af n now loving all these guys attacking him. His ass was craving cock n his dick never felt ao good. Jim said he really likes my cock teasing his ass. Rob moaned omg guys u r making me sooo horny! Im giving into my lusts n all ive wanted for weeks is dick. Its all i wanted lately is men, i knew when i moved in here it wouldnt be long till one of u had me in the bed. I said if im gay fine but i cant ignore it anymore n u 3 always were sexy af to me. Before i knew it my shorts were off we were making out as we went down to the basement, wall to wall pillows n a large screen tv. We all laid in front of the tv n erik started a movie. It was an orgy w guys around one twink, they were all over him n in no time one guy buried his dick in the twink n he was attacking every dick he could w mouth n hands. They were all over the twink who was on jis knees sucking dicks, in a bit after getting his ass eaten n fingered he was moaning begging for cock in his ass. They all started kissing n rubbing me all over, n w out thinking about it i grabbed the dicks near me n i felt another syringe full of a liquid. U think those other booty shots made ur ass burn this will have u burning for allvthe dick here. I raised my ass up n he stuck it in me n shot it in me n told me to hold it in. My ass was burning alright but w desire. I was all of a sudden wanting these dicks in me. We got into a 4way suckfest n i attacked eriks dick while jim sucked mine n jon his. Jim really sucked me n i sucked eriks like a pro. Jim sucked me like he wanted to forever n i was in heaven as jim sucked hard n erik moaned n said damn neal u suck so good. U like it too, our orgy isnt till tomorrow we wanted u to ourselves. Mmmmmm god this is so hot, i gave into the fact i was watching n jo to gay porn, checking out guys now moving in w yall. U 3 i knew id be in the sack w one or all u sooner or later. Then yall get me high af n those things shoved in my ass made it official u guys r going to take what u wanted n i want, all yall at once. They were all over rob n 3 on 1 him, his ass was craving them n his partied up ass got more n they all were going to dominate rob as he sucked on jon n eriks dicks jim put his legs on his shoulders n jim looked at robs eyes n saw lust. Yeah ur partied up ass is craving my dick aint it slut? Mmmmmm yeah, omg take me jim, god its so cock hungry. So is its owner saw that when i had it in ur crack. Ur gonna pay for teasing us all this time, were gonna bang u till u cant get enough. He rubbed his cock across my hole, making me whimper. Listen to him, hes wanting it bad n god r u gonna get it. Rob moaned wiggling his ass to try n get jims dick in him. He finally couldnt wait n shoved it balls deep in the man he wanted for so longs ass. Rob screamed out but couldnt go anywhere as jim held it there as rob got used to his dick while moaning loud. Yeah said jon, he took it all n not asking to pull out. He looks like its something hes wanted for a long time. Rob said, omg u made me take every inch n it hurt a lil but all that t made me want it more. It feels so good in me, omg i found my new favorite sex, anal in me. Jim started moving slowly pulling out a lil then sliding back in. Yeah jim said, weve all wanted u for a long time n we had no idea we were going to top u. Hows it feel to have ur cherry popped? Omg it feels so good, fuck me jim slow at first. Jim started slowly fucking robs ass, he was starting to moan n grabbed erik n jons cocks n started jerking them. Jim picked up speed n rob was moaning n started wiggling his ass when jim was all in. Soon jim had rob moaning so loud n sucking jon n eriks dicks hungrily. Jim said damn u are a bottom boy n love all these dicks dont u? Ur so high n it made u want it more, ur a lil cock hungry fag boy. The dirty talk pushed rob over the edge n started jerking the 2 dicks in his hands. Omg jim, erik n jon yall got me so horny for u! Aaaaaaaaaaa fuck me jim! Then started sucking n stroking jon n eriks dicks. Soon the room was filled w rob screaming as jim said Yeah,ur a dirty lil buttslut n love it! Im about to cum, where u want it whore? Breed me oh god shoot it deep in me! He went to town on jon n eriks cocks, they told him they want to add their loads to jims in his ass. Rob was begging for jims load n jim then released a demon as he rapid fire slam fucked the loudly begging bottoms ass as he slammed it balls deep in robs throbbing ass as he flooded his ass w 5 huge squirts. Whos next, jim said as he pulled out robs panting ass. Erik jumped on robs cum dripping ass n started rapid fucking his ass. Jon just wanted a bj right now so erik fucked him doggie then rode it hard then on his back. Erik said yeah, rob is really a dirty lil cum dump n he loves it! Rob had gotten worked up as he sucked hard n fast on jons dick n jim sucked robs dick. Omg cried jon, ur dirty talk made him suck harder n faster n jon scream swallow every drop cumslut! N he did n erik started slamming it to rob as he was screaming both for.the dick in his ass n jim sucking his dick like a man possessed. Erik was hitting robs prostate n jims sucking exploded in jims mouth n erik bottomed out n added his load to jims.

Letting my boy's eat outside today while it isn't raining.

Impressive tool for slamming sperm in hot, hungry holes & at 18 a lot of it to spread around. Love it!

I had an alternative end for this story and as you can imagine, it was not a nice one (for Michael). What if the leather guy wouldn't have rescued him... obviously the guys would have snuffed him. Still... on one hand I would like to continue Michael's ordeals, because I think the leather guy might provide medical care, but there is still danger ahead. He is definitely not a nice guy either. Oh well... who knows...

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!

Hard as steel right now. Not quite sure when I became less encumbered with the clothing. I think it's time you get another load to mix with his! I'll try to find something to give you for your scrapbook as well.

I am not gonna fucking lie about it. Getting fucked by a POZ cock is great. Taking tainted seed is great. But taking the diseased dick of a dude you knocked up is one of the most intense and erotic experiences a fag can have. The bonus buzz for taking a BLACK POZ COCK that you got POZZED up is beyond anything I have experienced. The only think I ask in the way of a "stud" fee is that I get the first load they blast after testing POZ. Number one and Number two both gladly returned my demon seed. Each one was on the same day they officially knew that my cock was not shooting blanks. My young (19) black stallion got his POZ confirmation yesterday. I did not get his cock until this afternoon. It ain't no spoiler alert, just a fact, when I say it was one of the most incredible fucks of my life. Carter was away and in a bit awkward situation. He had gone to Charlotte for his first round of activities as a scholarship basketball player at Queens University. A physical on his first day (last Monday 6/25) included a normal STD screen. Shortly after that, that sweet black ass found out he had gono. Lady C had gifted it to me the night we had Trey's grad party. No doubt, I had pumped a little gono infused cum a time or two. To add to Carter's comfort level, they started asking a lot of sexual questions and took blood and piss samples for another, deeper round of STD testing. Wednesday morning, just before drills started, the coach and team doctor ushered Carter into the world of the known POZ. I am not sure I have heard the whole story, but they will work with him to get undetectable and he can still be on the team. He called me during his lunch break yesterday and gave me the news. While I was certain I would eventually have him converted, I expected it would be a while until we knew. Evidently the extra testing included some of the early HIV tests. He had been mostly convinced he would be able to keep his place on the team and scholarship, but it was not a sure thing. It is good that will work out. Still he is going to have a very narrow window to breed before the school year starts. He was, to say the least, pumped the hell up when he called. It took me a bit to even figure out what he was saying. Finally, he was able to have enough coherent thought to say "you knocked my ass up man". He continued with: " you fucking gave me HIV". He got even louder as he said: " But I had the balls to take it like a real man". We talked for a hour or so. I really wanted to make him stop and reflect a bit. We all (or those who have chased or gifted know) how bone hard we get when thinking about someone getting knocked up. But, once the rush that is part of converting leaves, we have to know what to expect. Carter is going to be POZ for his entire adult life, he needed to know how to deal with that once the sex thrill subsides. The tanned ginger whore Trey sucked the fag lollipop yesterday and got two fucking red lines. But then, by even the most conservative estimates, he had gotten nailed with over 50 POZ loads. Of course we had given him that great graduation party that included 8 gifts. He spent a week at the beach with Dave and between strange fucks and Dave's cock, he took 25 or so loads at the beach. Once back in town, he was letting any cock that could get hard plow his hole. I know I put three more loads in that well-used ass. He was back at the beach with his family. Yeah, parents, siblings, grandparents aunts, uncles and cousins. I was pretty sure he had some fuck flu going the last time I pumped him, but he was not saying much. Evidently, at the beach he got to feeling worse. Of course, he was sneaking out each night and getting cock too---so not sure how bad. Wednesday he had a big fever and his momma took him to the e-r. Not sure what it would have been like to find out I was POZ during a annual family get together, and with my momma sitting next to me. They are not coming back early....but from the few texts I have gotten, it should pretty tense. Actually, he sent me a "happy face" emoji and the word pregnant. It was an hour later that once came in that was just "so happy". So, I feel he is where he wants to be relative the virus, but the sudden and very public exposure of his virus (he was very much out as a gay man) was not what he had envisioned. I had no doubt he was already converting. I just cannot imagine any immune system taking the onslaught of jacked up jizz he took and not become POZ. Of course I cannot claim that one, much as I would like to. So, I am unsure if I will get him to top me now that he is POZ. But I hope too. Since he has been going all nudist on us, the little skinny ginger twink is browned up an beautiful. Plus, with all the cock he has taken, it would be truly a random load of unknown origins. That is still hot--any cum, any strain, any cock, any time. Carter has had some incredible exposures since he took that first cock, if you recall, a BBC attached to a hard fucking serious top. He is one horny little fucker and now has the "badge" to prove he puts his ass where the cock is. Carter told me he would be done at Queens (no, not WITH queens!!) at noon and should be home by 2. I left work early and we met at my place. I have a pretty long drive home--40 minutes. I never had the miles or minutes go so slowly. Plus, I was so horned up my dick drooled pre-cum all the fucking way. It was a noticeable spot on my pants when I got out of the car. As it was a nice day, I had to walk past about 15 people to get to the door inside. I know most don't notice, but I always seem to feel they do. It was weird doing that walk of shame in broad daylight.....BEFORE THE FUCKING STARTED. I got in my place and quickly stripped, hit the bong a couple times and jumped in the shower. I had left the door unlocked. I knew he would find his way in. I enjoyed the shower. I was very clean and very relaxed when I was finished. I walked out to the bedroom while drying my hair. I was with amazingly stunned surprise that I saw that magnificent black stud, fully nude, steel shaft hard relaxed on my bed. I could not say a word. I just dropped the towel, rushed to the bed and dropped down beside him. Still silent, our POZ bodies embraced. The electricity that flowed between black and white, between former chaser and gifted, between two very horny queers was fucking flaming intense. I am not sure I have ever craved a specific dick, for a specific reason any more than I did at that moment. Continuing without speaking, I rolled over, rose on my knees and offered my white ass to that youthful ebony god. He lubed up and grabbed my ass with both hands. With little warning and even less fitness, he drove that black spike deep into my hole. The ecstasy and the pain were quickly at a threshold I do not often hit. I vowed to myself to stay silent and let this young stud do as he wants. It is his first POZ fuck and he needs to do it his way. I am just the lucky fucking bottom whore. The whore who took his bottom POZ cherry and the whore who will take his top POZ cherry. He can be a nicely accomplished top. He fucks well, has amazing rhythm and knows a lot about position and leverage. I was getting none of that shit. He was fucking me hard and with a purpose, he was determined to bust his POZ nut and soon. He simply was fucking me hard and in a very animalistic way. I knew he could not last long at the rate he was blistering my rectum. I also, was unsure how much of that pounding I could really stand. And, as I knew would be the case, he started grunting those pre-ejaculation grunts that only mean one thing--the orgasm has started. And with one last giant gasp, he launched into me, his first load as a POZ man. I clamped down on that black meat like it would be the last dick I ever had. Only then did he speak, you know I was expecting something eloquent to mark the occasion. What did I get: " tag, you are it motherfucker". I have an appointment with my tattoo chick tomorrow. Via the needle and ink, my number three conversion is gonna be "notched" into my body. I cannot wait to see them together again. But then, if they get to arguing about who got knocked up the best way.....it may be a little to much.

Play ball?

Bit of basement fun

I couldn't understand at the time how it happened, I was unpacking with my mom not fifteen minutes ago and now I was frozen in between two strong men. The guy in front of me was fully undressed and started to walk back towards me. "You're a golden little pretty boy, on your hands and knees like that. Mmm baby get those fucking clothes off." My jeans were already torn open so he just ripped off my shirt exposing my chest now too. "Oh baby boy, you're so fucking smooth. And the way your back glows when it arches like that. How's your view over there? "It's fucking perfect. His back has that perfect line right down the middle of it." He hadn't started taking off his clothes yet but he did now, started with his belt. He pulled it right off from around his waist and smacked it across my back once. I winced out and arched my back more in pain, dropping to my elbows instead of my hands. "Good faggot presenting that hole." He welted it across my back again. And then once against my ass. Thankfully it was only the three hits cuz the sting stuck around after each of them. "Give him something to choke down little cuz, I'm gonna get his pussy soaking." He bent over and let a glob of spit fall from his mouth to my ass. "Please don't do this..." I was able to softly groan out. "I can't handle this.." "Baby boy you're gonna learn you can handle a lot." He pressed two of his fingers in and let them rest. "Feel how you're already adjusting to those." I wasn't though, the intrusion felt wrong and unnatural. He started to pull them in and out, spitting a lot more and stretching me open. I was groaning out and trying to run away. "Cuz I said give him something to choke down!" I looked up and apparently his cousin was just mesmerized by my helplessness. But he jumped right back into it, smacking my face and bending down with his cock pointing directly at my mouth. "Bitch, open your faggot mouth!" And instead of waiting for me to comply he stuck his fingers down my throat and prepared me to take down his monster dick. He was so thick he could only stick the tip in, "bitch gonna have to do a lot better." The man who answered the door was still getting my ass all wet. He was really going to town down there. Despite what was happening to me, that part felt really good so I tried to focus on my first rimjob while his cousin was forcing his shaft past my lips. "Yeah stretch those pretty lips around me boy. Work them up and down, see you're getting the hang of this." The man rimming me had me by three fingers, "Awh yeah boy you keep up the good work and you'll be compensated nicely for this." He pulled them out and spit one more time onto my hole, "let's get to the main event."

Sorry to be a nuisance but can anybody please look after my cousin, Ryan, over the weekend for me? Ryan's very adaptable and will easily satisfy anything you ask of him. Thanks guys

Love that feeling....

Yest another status update. Just one more 2 go @ the very end. 6hrs 2 go, 57hrs in, 101 assfucks & Loads, 49 troathfucks & loads, 5 piss streams, 4 fist sessions. I already officially declare there are baby's in me that are never gonnan cum out and my ass is destroyed. Now it's all about hanging in there 2 pull this off

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.

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…

7:00pm on June 3, 2017....My face was pressed into the filthy mattress by my older brother Mark's hand while his cock was forcing its way in and out of my ass. All I could focus on as the smell of cum and piss coming from the mattress, and the sound of my brother's ragged breathing while he raped me in front of his drug dealer DeShaun and the dealer's two thugs who held me down. Every now and then my brother would mutter under his breath, something like "faggot" or "slut", punctuated by a blow to the back of my head. Once he even said something like, "practically begging for it, weren't you". Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was him trying to justify the truly horrendous act he was committing against his younger brother to his drug filled brain, but mostly it just made me feel dirtier (and wonder, maybe, if I had somehow wanted my brother to do this to me). Suddenly, Mark's hand stopped pushing my face into the mattress, and his arm snaked around my throat. He pull me up from a face down position until we were both up in all fours - DeShaun's thugs let go to let the position shift happen - and even though I had thought he couldn't fuck me any deeper or harder, I was wrong. The iron grip if my brother's arm made everything fuzzy as my air flow was getting cut off, and from what sounded like a great distance, I could hear Mark start to breathe more heavily. "Marky Mark - you getting close?" DeShaun asked. He walked over and stroked my older brother's sweaty red face with an almost lover-like gesture. "You gonna POZ that pussy, bitch? Gonna spray your toxic jizz into your little bros cunt and get him pregnant for me?" "Yes...Sir..." grunted Mark, as he raped me even harder. "Gonna fill this faggot cunt up with fuckin death seed. Gonna knock up this virgin pussy." DeShaun leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Hear that, white meat? Your older bro is about to fuckin rape your white faggot cunt to death. After he's done, you ain't gonna be good for anything but to be my nasty faggot whore. So much for fuckin Ivy League and full ride scholarships...you'll be getting plenty of full rides, but the only letters you be earning are STDs." I could feel his tongue licked the side of my face when he was done whispering. I thought I had run out of tears, but I was wrong. Mark was getting ready to climax, pounding harder and harder. I could hear him hissing nasty things through his clenched teeth, "Fuckin hate you...wish you hadn't been born...fuckin nasty faggot slut...gonna POZ your pussy...just...fuckin...DIE". He roared the last word as I felt his cock spasming inside me, pumping warmth into me...and then my ass started to clench while my cock started shooting jizz into the mattress. DeShaun started to laugh. "Oh Lord, white meat...you just shot a huge load from a soft cock...you must have loved getting knocked up by your older bro so much. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He laughed some more. Mark grunted as he pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the mattress. I could hear him putting his clothes on but I refused to look at him. I didn't know how I could ever look at him again - because while I couldn't admit it to myself yet, I wanted what just happened to happen again. "We good, DeShaun?" he asked. "My debt is paid in full?" "Oh, Marky Mark...we good. You actually built up some credit on that, brother." DeShaun chuckled. "Here, take a ball on me." "Enjoy the faggot." Mark said, prompting me to realize he wasn't taking me with him. "He was supposed to leave on a week long trip straight from the graduation party, so no one is going to realize he's missing for awhile." He walked to the edge of the mattress, looking down at me, tears streaking my face, t shirt ripped to hell, boxers and jeans around my knees, blood and cum oozing from my ass, and cum dripping from my cock. He leaned down and spat directly in my face. "If my parents could see him now, they'd rather he was dead anyway. You are doing my whole family a favor." He turned and walked out of the room without another word. I had a feeling I wasn't going to see my brother again for a long time, if ever. "Well, white meat, I bet you are feeling pretty much like you wanna die right now, don'tcha?" DeShaun said gently, "Good thing Daddy DeShaun has just the thing to make it all better. Time for you to meet Ms. Tina, bitch, because your nightmare is just beginning...and this pussy," he reached between my legs, shoved a couple fingers into my ass, and pulled them out covered in pink stained cum, which he held up to my lips, "this pussy is going to get used a lot worse before your nightmare is over." I knew what he wanted, and a twisted, perverted part of me wanted it too...so I opened my lips and sucked the bloody cum off his fingers.

6:00pm on June 3, 2017....I had spent the day with family celebrating my hard earned graduation from high school. The school-supervised graduation party would begin soon, and my older brother Mark had volunteered to drive me to the school to join my classmates. I was glad to have the time with him - even though he was almost ten years older, we had always been close until the last couple of years. Mark had become unreliable, always running late (if he didn't call and cancel with some weak excuse), and when he was around, he was twitchy and scattered. Even now, driving me to the party, he kept looking around like he though we were being followed, glancing at his phone and taking the long way to school. "Hey bro" he said nervously, "you mind if we make a quick stop? I got to talk to a buddy real quick." "Sure." I said, "I just can't miss the party." "Oh, kiddo" he laughed, "Something tells me you are going to parTy tonight like you never have before. You are going to remember this night for a long time." With that mysterious comment, we sunk into silence as he drove us to what most would call the bad part of town. He pulled up to a dilapidated townhouse with music playing so loud the bass made the car windows vibrate. "This is where my buddy lives" he said, " Come on, he wants to meet the graduate." "That's okay, bro," I said, "I think I'll stay here." "No, you'll fucking come in!" he suddenly freaked, hitting the car door. "Okay, okay - damn." I said, climbing out of the car and following him. I followed him around to a side door, where he knocked. The door swung open to reveal the biggest black guy I'd ever seen in real life - not that it was difficult because I had grown up going to private schools that were 99% Caucasian. The big black guy looked at my brother with disgust on his face. "DeShaun said you weren't supposed to come around here no more, cracka," he growled, his rich ebony voice sending shivers up my spine and down into my hole. "He said I couldn't come until I could pay my debt," my brother stuttered, then sort of jerked his head back towards me. The big black man finally focused on me...he looked me up and down while I squirmed and blushed - then he chuckled, low and slow, and stepped aside to let us pass. "Damn, cracka, you came through alright! You one evil muthafucka...DeShaun is gonna love this..." he said as Mark grabbed my wrist in and iron grip and dragged me into the house. We stopped when the big black guy snagged the back of my pants. "I'll see you later, white meat," he said in my ear. Then Mark dragged me further into the house. We ended up in what must have been the master bedroom - but there was just a dirty mattress on the floor and a throne-like recliner with a fat black guy and two skinnier guys, one black and the other Mexican, flanking him. The room stank of piss, sweat, and chemicals and something I couldn't place, but would later learn to recognize as the stink of fear. The fat guy in the recliner looked up when we entered. "What up, Marky Mark? You bring me something?" he said, bringing the recliner to an upright position. "I know you wouldn't show your cracka face without bringing me payment for your debts." "Hey, DeShaun," my brother stuttered, watching as the two skinnier dudes moved towards us. He jerked his head towards me again. "This is my little brother Nick - the one I was telling you about." The fat black guy looked me up and down. "Well, hey there Nick," he said in a friendly manner, "I'm DeShaun - a buddy of Mark's. He was telling me all about you - class president, valedictorian, off on a full scholarship to an Ivy League school...you got quite the future in store, don'tcha." "Yes Sir," I said, feeling a certain amount of threat from the fat guy in the chair. "Sir!" he chuckled, "Finally, a white boy who knows his place! Tell me, Nick, you ever have time for getting nekkid with all that schoolwork? You a virgin or a playa?" "I'm a virgin," I replied nervously, "I've never dated anyone or anything...too busy with school." "Bet you wanted your first time to be special...something you'd always remember, right boy?" he asked. I blushed and nodded my head yes, confused about where this conversation was going. DeShaun looked at his two associates who were by now on either side of me and jerked his head towards the filthy mattress on the floor. Before I could do anything, they each grabbed an arm, wrapped it behind my back, and dragged me to the mattress and shoved me down onto my stomach onto it. I struggled pointlessly in their firm grips, yelling for help, trying to be heard over the thumping music. DeShaun got out of the chair and came and kneeled on the mattress next to me, and I felt his hand stroke my head. "Sorry to tell you, white meat, but that bright future you had all planned out just went down the drain. See, your brother Mark is a huge meth addict...my best customer in fact. But, he's had some difficulty lately paying for his drugs. I let him have more and more on credit, but told him he needed to give me something special in payment. So Marky tells me about this hot little cunt of a little brother he has, and offers you as payment to clear his debts. So, now your cunt belongs to me - you gonna be working off his debt. There's just one little matter to resolve first." He chuckles, then says to Mark, somewhere in the room, "You got one more thing to do, Marky Mark, before we square. You know I don't fuck pussy that ain't been broken in first. Now slam that rig and pay your debt." I heard some activity from wherever Mark was, as tears streamed down my face and I was babbling for him to save me. A snap of rubber, maybe, and a grunt and a gasp, and my older brother started to breathe really heavy in and out through his gritted teeth. DeShaun chuckled. "Yeah, Marky Mark, that rig is a little stronger than you used to, but I wanted to make sure you put on a good show for us. Now, let's see you breed that cunt." He punctuated the statement by slapping my ass. I heard what sounded like clothes coming off then Mark spit on his palm and it sounded like he was getting the spit on his cock. I started begging him, DeShaun, anyone not to let this happen to me as I felt his weight hit the mattress and he crawled towards me, held facedow still by DeShauns goons. Then, he yanked my shorts and boxers down, and next thing I knew, my older brother was raping me on a filthy mattress while his meth dealer watched. The part that I wouldn't admit yet, even to myself, was that in the very back of my mind, where the darkest, dirtiest thoughts in my head lived, the situation somehow felt...right.

Predators and prey (Part 8) Michael was totally worn out. He was laying on his stomach, unable to move around. The leather daddy knelt next to his head and patted him in his right cheek, asking “Are you able to get on all fours? I want to do fuck you doggie style bitch,” as if his request was totally normal when asked of a twink who had been fucked nonstop for three hours. What else could he be? Only the sleaziest piece of shit on this whole wide world. Michael opened his eyes and tried to focus on the masculine guy next to him. He tried to get up, but just couldn’t do it. He was able to get on his knees, so his ass was sticking up, his arms, however, were too weak to support his weigh. “I…. I can’t Sir, please…. no more…..” he mumbled. The guy felt almost sorry for the lad, but he had waited too long now to reject: he wanted to fuck his ten inch cock mercilessly into the youthful slut. “It’s okay…. stay like this….. no….. keep your ass up bitch, keep it up” he insisted, adding “You can rest on your chest…. that’s a good boy,” he praised as he got to his feet, moving behind the boy, only to look down at Michael and spitting on his right cheek. Michael didn’t even try to wipe it away, but instead focused on breathing. Slowly the leather guy opened his pants and revealed the big snake in his pants, presenting ten inch of hard meat which was not only huge in length, it was also very wide. Removing his belt, the leather guy dropped it at his side. While getting on his knees behind Michael he leaned over the poor boy's body and reached for Michael’s arms. With a sharp 'click', handcuffs were securing Mike’s arms across his back. “You’re slick bitch. Too many dicks up your hole tonight, eh?” the leather macho whispered those words only. He had talked to some guys before entering the hut, and had arranged for their assistance in squeezing the last spark out of the young bloke. One of the men picked the belt up and wrapped it around Michael’s neck, who certainly didn't have any reason to anticipate the danger. The leather daddy gave them the sign to begin and both guys pulled at each ends. Michael coughed loudly, his eyes opened widely. His hands were tightly secured on his back, so he couldn’t pull them up to defend himself. As his lungs fought for air, his ass constricted, which was the precise moment rammed his beer can wide penis deep into Michael’s cunt, bottoming out in one swift stroke and freezing, immobile, his entire dick buried in Michael’s asshole, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Mike's ass muscles giving his cock a great massage. “Start filming” one guy commanded and so the pal who still got Michael’s mobile phone started to move around the boy, filming the whole brutal scene of the two guys strangling Mike with the belt as the leather guy ploughed his prey's asshole with an unnatural intensity. “Let him breathe” the fucker ordered, whereupon the other two guys loosened the belt. Michael immediately collapsed on the stained mattress, struggling to get some oxygen into his lungs, gasping and completely winded. The opportunity to breath didn’t last for a long time. Soon the fellows tightened the belt again and again the coarse rasp of Mike's constricted throat filled the shack. It was such a pleasure to fuck this narrow tube. Without mercy Michael was choked and fucked hard. Several times the boy’s face turned blue already and every time, they gave him the time-out and let him gasp for air, before choking him again just for the pleasure to rip his ass to shreds. “Gllll gl gllllllll” The shack was filled with grunting and moaning. Michael's gasps and tears mingled with the horny groans of his attackers, and every time the belt men allowed Michael to breath, they would grab their crotches, massaging their hard cocks through the fabric of their jeans. This went on for almost half an hour. It was not ‘Daddies’ intention to kill Michael. He just enjoyed the twink’s bodily reaction to being strangled. Perhaps it was a bit rough but in the end Mike did a good job. While getting choked a final time, he got seeded for the last time in that night. Afterwards the belt men dropped the belt, standing at Michael's side, panting heavily. After pulling out his cock out of Mike’s wrecked hole the boy broke down and fell to his side, trying to regain his breath. The handcuffs were removed and the belt was picked up by the leather macho. “Good job” he told Michael and went to the guy with the mobile phone. “Give it to me” he demanded. “No way…. I am going to keep this. This is hot stuff” he replied. “Listen you fucking moron, if you believe you can keep the video, with me fucking this boy…..” he snarled dangerously. He clenched his fists and since the other one didn’t want a good beating, he handed the mobile phone to the leather top. “So what are you guys up to?” he asked while pushing the phone into his leather jacket. “I promised to fist fuck him….” one said. “And we will beat him up, just for the fun of it” another replied. “I see….. well, I’m outta here.” the last fucker said. One of the last agressors mentioned he had two baseball bats in his trunk. Michael was staring at the leather guy who turned to leave. Both guys went to the parking lot and the one with the bats got asked, if they wanted to snuff the kid. “Nah…. well, not now….. do you know how much it hurts if a bone breaks? It takes long for the body to recover. For the bone to heal up…. and then you break it again” he explained with a gleaming in his eyes. “And there are so many bones you can fracture…..so much pain, so much fun” he added. The leather motorcyclist watched the weirdo pick the two bats up out of his trunk and followed him with his eyes, while he went back to the shack. “Fuck….. god damn….. fuck….” he got off his bike and took his gun out of its holster. He followed the path up to the barrack. Michael had already a fist up his fuck canal and was crying desperately. Both guys with the bats started to take off their shirts. “This will get bloddy…..” one guy chuckled. The leather daddy entered the hut and fired the gun in the air. “Sorry to interrupt, but this party is over….. I am claiming this merchandise” he shouted out. “Hey buddy, what’s this all about? You raped the guy to pieces and now you deny us the right to have some fun with him too” one guy came closer with the bat swinging slowly. “One more step…..” the leather guy warned him. “And then what…..” the other guy wanted to know. He fired the gun and hit the baseball bat. “Next time I will aim at your hand…. and then your leg…. this won’t kill you, but it is very painful” he grinned at the guy. The two shirtless guys retreated to the back of the barrack. The one kneeling behind the boy withdrew his fist slowly. “Now you guys will go down on your knees. With your face against the wall. That’s nice. You will stay this way for 15 minutes and then you will burn down this hatch. In the end I got your faces on the video too…. mine I will erase, but I might forget to do the same with yours. Understood?” he inquired. The guys agreed. “Hey little one. Can you get up?” he asked Michael and lent him a helping hand. They looked for Michaels clothes. He couldn’t wear his t-shirt anymore but he slowly got his jeans on. The leather guy took off his jacket and gave it to Michael who was looking gratefully to his savior. Finally they took off and went to the parking lot. It was so tough to sit on the motorcycle, but the guy explained to Michael, there wasn’t any other way. Michael nodded understandingly. “I am a doctor, I will take care of you and your wounds. Don’t worry…. you will be safe with me” he told Michael. “Are you able to hold onto me?” the leather daddy wanted to know. Michael wrapped his arms around him. He wouldn’t let go…. They could see the fire from afar, while driving down the interstate. It was a long ride, but the night welcomed them. No one saw Michael’s rescue and his entry to a new life. There was so much more to come…..

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....

Wasnt sure what to call this thread, but its basically a confession of why I am on a site like this. I would like to chat with others that may be in a similar situation. Let me start by saying I do not wish to get any STD, but, due to my activities and the men I service, it truly is only a matter of time. I am 100% completely and totally addicted to sucking cock and swallowing cum. I can not describe the effect it has on me, its like a drug high. I have STRONG cravings and MUCH go out and find a cock to suck. I have had a few regulars here and there, but still end up seeking out more random cock to suck. Its odd for me, I am not really attracted to men, but cock drives me CRAZY. Maybe due to that, I actually prefer anonymous random cock. Its really a turn on to suck off ANY one that will let me... and thats what leads me here. I have NO control anymore when it comes to cock. Just the sight of it sends chills down my spine and my mouth waters. I will suck off ANYone. I have sucked off quite a few men that I shouldnt have. I meet random men from online, hookup in parks at night, bookstores, restrooms. I will just come out and say it. I have sucked off some very dirty cocks, including homeless men. Its a scary feeling to have so little control in those situations. But when their showed me their cocks, I dropped to my knees. Imagine being grossed out by a smelly dirty cock, screaming inside you head to get up and leave, but an uncontrollable urge inside you makes you take it in your mouth. I could have cried when I first tasted his cock, moments later I am in my typical cock high daze sucking him off properly. Getting home, ashamed, embarrassed, shocked. Yet doing something similar again and again.

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 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.

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I usually go to the bathhouse in the big steam cabin (wich is a kind of a maze) and go true till the end where is a very dark cabin/corner and i stand there waiting till somebody comes along and than i face myself to the wall with my ass back so they can fuck me. I've been fucked alot there and being bred. I just love that slutty feeling nothing hotter than strange ugly guys fucking my young tight pussy. They are always happy pushing their bare cock up my pussy and unload their hot jiz in me. I keep the loads up my cunt and finger myself and lick the sperm of of my finger it just tastes so good waiting again for the next guy comming and breeding me. Sometimes i just put myself down into the sling in the darkroom with my legs in the loops ready to get fucked thats like the hottest position to get used by everyone.

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Last night was a very good night. It's the World Pride here so there are tons of new meat. I went to The Ring club. Not many people when arrived but more people came later. My first load went to a beautiful lebanese bear. He had a stretch and tasty ass. Maybe too stretch, It was not easy to get in hehe. After lebanese guy, I saw a good daddy in the sling begging for cum. It was a pleasure satisfy his desire. Meanwhile another joined us and tagged the hole for a while. Both breeded him. Rest of the night I went from ass in ass and throat in throat, and sucking cocks, without ending. Finally breeded a random guy in the darkroom. He was taking cocks one after the other and the hole was dripping a lot. After this one went to home.

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

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Only friends and hot guys. Connor was still the joy of my life. Our usual morning routine, during the semester, was waking up together and him going off to class and me going for a run. I was so happy every morning waking up next to my amazing guy. We'd run through our respective days and then catch back up after our last class spending the rest of the afternoon/evening together. It was a great life. And, best of all, our sex life was amazing. I still hadn't told Connor about Seth; which did cause me occasional guilt. The guilty feelings never lasted more than a moment. During the summer, Connor had a paid internship. His internship was in NYC and Connor was going to stay with my aunt and uncle in Manhattan. I was staying in New Orleans for a while alone and moving us into our new apartment. After I moved into the new place, I was going to NYC to spend the summer with Connor and my family. Connor and I had a month separation ahead of us. We fucked so much that my ass actually had a dull ache some days. As the time of his flight approached it was as if every moment away from him hurt. When he'd get out of bed, I'd run my fingers over his arm, leg or chest just to get a last touch. The lovemaking became so emotional that Connor cried once. He said that he'd never loved anyone as much as he loved me. He didn't know how this was going to work over the next month because he didn't want to be away from me. I was so happy he reciprocated my desires and fears. We held each other a lot. I cried at the airport watching him go through security. My friend John drove us because he knew I'd be a basket case. Connor called as soon as he arrived in New York. We spoke his entire cab ride to my aunt and uncle's building. They all called me together to let me know that Connor arrived safely and was properly installed in the guest room. Connor and I spoke every day. We started texting more during this time, but it was clunky then because we had flip phones. We'd send each other the dirtiest texts. We told each other every night that we loved each other. I missed him. One night, Connor missed our call and I kinda freaked out. I was really nervous and afraid something had happened to him. I called my aunt and uncle and they hadn't seen him. I paced the room. Went for a run along the streetcar line. Washed dishes. Finally I fell asleep and I heard the text - "Sorry babe. I forgot to call. I was out with coworkers. I love you." I was immediately jealous of these "coworkers". Not that I had any reason to be. It was irrational. But I missed Connor so much. I was about to call him when I got the next text. "Don't worry babe. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow morning. :)" Of course I slept poorly. Connor called at 6am New Orleans time and apologized again. He said I must've been freaking out some. I admitted I had. He asked what I did to not totally freak out. I told him all the things I had done. He said, "Wow. You must really miss me babe. That's more than your usually calm anxiety." We chuckled. I told him that I might go out with some mutual friends that night. He asked who and said, "Well maybe you should let them fuck you to work out the anxiety." He laughed. I laughed too. Then Connor said, "Babe I really was with coworkers last night. All we did was grab dinner and a few drinks and then I walked home. My phone died during dinner. That's why I didn't text you." He continued, "I mean it though Zach. If you want to have sex with our friends tonight without me being there; that's cool." He continued, "I haven't had sex without you for over a year. I only want you. But, Zach, I think you need a lot of sex. There's a validation or something in it for you. I don't fully understand it, but I love that I can give that to you either through my dick or by giving you permission to ride one of our friends as a substitute. We only had three rules and we never broke them - only with me knowing or participating; only with our friends or hot guys we do together; and no guys with HIV. The last rule is more serious now because we stopped using condoms with our other partners. It keeps us both safe." I was quiet. Connor asked me to say something. His voice quivered slightly. I replied. "I understand babe. But, what do you mean that I use sex as validation?" Connor said, "I knew I chose the wrong word when I said that. Um....just forget it. I didn't mean anything by it ok?" He followed with a really sincere, "I love you so much. Please don't overthink this like you do. I love you and I miss you and I want to see you." I relaxed and said, "I love you and miss you too." We hung up and both went about our day. That night I went out with Ramon, Dave and Bradley. (I mentioned Bradley in an earlier chapter.) Ramon was a very hot Latino top and Dave was a jockish mutual friend. Bradley never really went out, so this was a rare occasion. We drank and danced mostly. I did a couple of bumps of coke, but nothing else. Bradley loves daddies and was on the hunt for a nice daddy that night. Bradley is a rarity - and Asian top that likes to fuck older white guys. We changed bars to follow Bradley across the street. We were now at Pub - no dance floor on the first floor, just a giant bar. So we did shots and I rubbed up on Ramon a bit. Bradley found his target daddy for the evening and left for the guy's hotel room, leaving us with the daddy's friends. They weren't bad looking guys, but definitely not the type we would normally find ourselves hanging out with at the bar. I was still flirting with Ramon and I suggested we leave these guys and go to the bathhouse. Dave and Ramon agreed. Off we went. We were changing and Dave asked, "Is it true that you and Connor have an open relationship?" I said, "We do threesomes and sometimes one of us can play without the other." Dave said, "Does that mean I can fuck you?" I took off my jeans, looked over my shoulder at Dave, smiled broadly and wearing only my jockstrap I left the changing area. Dave was about 5'10", 150, built solid, big thighs and arms and a strong chest. Ramon was 5'7", 125, wiry build and a rumored awesome cock. Once inside I looked around for a bit. I was getting turned on looking at some of the action. Especially watching this twink getting nailed by this larger, older black man. That's what it must've looked like for the guys watching as Lou fucked me in the bathhouse in Albany. My cock was definitely getting harder and I stroked it through my jock pouch. Reluctantly, I turned away to find the guys again. I ran almost right into Ramon, whose towel did very little to hide his cock. I reached down and said, "That's a hot cock." I stroked him through the flimsy towel. Ramon took me to the steam room. He laid his towel on the bench and sat down, legs spread wide and I saw his plump dick coming to life. I got on my knees to suck him off and I heard Dave say, "Wow y'all don't waste any time." He took out his 6" cock and stroked it. Dave sat down next to Ramon. I started going from cock to cock sucking them. I liked sucking both cocks. I found myself wishing Connor were here with us. I would've loved to feel him slide in my ass as I worked both of these cocks. As if on cue, Dave stood up and slid his cock on my ass crack. I arched my back; raising my ass up for him. He opened a lube packed and put lube on my ass and his cock. Dave said, "Is it also true that you let guys ride you bareback?" I thought about it for a brief second. I came up off Ramon's cock and said, "Sometimes. I didn't bring condoms with me tonight. Did you?" I could see the condom pinned to his bicep by the locker key. Dave said, "No." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm good with it if you are." I promptly started sucking Ramon's cock again. I felt as Dave slid his bare cock in my ass. He moaned, "Fuck yeah Zach. I've always wanted your ass man." He bottomed out quickly, let me adjust and then began slowly fucking me. I was spit-roasted in the sauna by our friends and I was loving it. Dave began pulling all the way out of my ass and slamming all the way back in. I was moaning as I sucked Ramon's awesome cock. It was long and just thick enough to be the perfect large cock. I was trying to take it all the way down my throat while Dave fucked me. Ramon was also moaning. I heard some other guys come into the room. I heard them whispering and they sat down and started stroking their cocks. Dave got a little nervous and slowed his fuck down, but then he picked back up when Ramon started talking to the guys. It was Bradley's daddy's friends. Dave leaned in and said, "Zach are you comfortable like this in front of these guys." I came up off Ramon's cock and said I was. I then took Dave's hand off my hip and brought it to my rock hard cock. He smiled at me and said, "Zach you're a slut." Dave shifted his cock into me as he said it. I moaned and went back to Ramon's cock. Dave was fucking me pretty hard now. I knew he wouldn't take long. All I could think about was sitting on Ramon's cock once Dave was done. Dave slapped my ass a couple of times. He said things about my great ass. His fuck was starting to feel really good. He was hitting good places and stroking my cock. Without warning, Dave slammed his cock into me with all his body and grunted loudly while saying, "I'm cumming." Dave came in me and then took a minute to relax on my back. I looked up at Ramon, stroked his hard cock and said, "Do you want me to ride you?" Ramon nodded. He also had a condom pinned against his arm with his locker key. As Dave pulled out of me and turned to leave the steam room, Ramon looked at the daddy's friends and said, "Watch this." I stood up, turned around, lined his cock up with my hole and sat down. I had to stop about 1/3rd of the way down to adjust to Ramon's size. That's when I noticed the guys stroking and watching us. They weren't bad looking guys - 40s maybe, not out of shape, but not in shape, one bald, the other graying hair. I felt Ramon's hands rub up my torso and then grab my shoulders to pull me down. It wasn't forceful, but a gentle reminder of my current job. Get him inside me. I stroked my cock and kissed Ramon as I continued to slide down his cock. It was a great cock. I groaned in pain with the last few inches. Then he hit something inside me that not every guy can tap. I moaned. I needed his cock to hit that spot again. I started to lightly ride his cock. He has a fabulous cock. I was riding him faster and the daddy's friends were really excited seeing my ass take this cock. I was loving the looks on their faces about half as much as I was loving the cock in my ass. Ramon said, "Zach, I haven't been in someone bareback in awhile. I'm not going to last too long." I slid all the way up his cock and all the way down it a few times. I thought I'd slow the pace that way and he'd last longer. I was wrong. Just as he was hitting that spot inside me again, he groaned and exploded inside me. His load was as big as the cock it came from. It filled me up and started to slide out of my ass even though his cock was still inside me. I got up off Ramon and sat on my towel and felt my ass. It was puffy and definitely leaking cum. Ramon fingered me and said I was a hot fuck. He asked if I needed help getting off as he bent over to suck my cock. I thought about the black guy fucking the twink and thought I'd go back and jerk off watching them. I told him that. He laughed and said he was going to shower. I laid back for a minute and then felt the other guys moving in on me. I didn't open my eyes. I felt one of them spread my legs. I looked up. It was the bald one. I let him feel my hole. He lifted my legs so my back was against the bench and sank his average cock into me. I moaned and closed my eyes. The bald guy lasted only a few minutes before he asked if I wanted his cum. I thought about it, "Fuck I was totally breaking the rules. No sex with guys who weren't our friends or weren't hot. This was a total stranger. Should I be doing this?" Then he said, "Too late. I'm cumming in you." Just as he slammed into me I said, "Do it! Cum in my ass." The bald guy slid out of me and the grey haired dude took his place. He said, "You are a very pretty slut." Then he pushed his dick into my hole. He fucked me hard and held my head against the bench as he fucked me. I moaned a lot. He moaned and called me names. Then grey hair said it too, "Do you want my cum, slut?" I said, "Yes. Cum in my ass." He bucked a few more times and slammed home, unloading inside me. He got up and then the older guys left the room. I jerked off laying right there. Four cum loads in my ass and only two from friends. Two were from total strangers. I was so turned on. I thought about going to find the black dude to get load five. I got so close thinking about the entire evening that I came all over myself. I was spent. I showered and went out front. Ramon had waited for me, but Dave had left. Ramon asked if he could come over and sleep with me. I said, "Sure. I'd like that. I miss Connor cuddling me at night." Ramon said, "And fucking you at night, right?" I said, "I miss that too." Ramon and I slept together that night. He bred me another time that night and twice before he left to go to church the next day. I told Connor about Dave and Ramon, but not the other guys.

Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.

Will and I phased out as boyfriends, but stayed friends over the years. He was not a dude I wanted to date, but he was a decent dude and fun to go out with. After a while, he became an awesome wingman at the gay bars. Classes were starting again. Friends were coming back to New Orleans. My roommate, John, and I decided to have a "Back to School" party. We themed it - we did that a lot back then. The gear was school uniforms or fraternity/sorority gear. Surprisingly, for 2 gay bottom boy sophomores, we had a lot of straight fraternity guys at our party. I think our female friends attracted a lot of admirers. John wore his prep school jacket and pants. I wore another one of his prep school jackets, short grey shorts, and a jock strap. We had a lot of booze, but it's a college party and most everyone had just made their first trip to buy alcohol; so John and I had a very well stocked bar by the time half the crowd was there. By 11pm, I was drunk and the New Orleans weather was hot. We had windows open for the breeze, fans on, etc. Eventually, John and I both took our prep school jackets off. I took mine into his bedroom to hang it up. John was the goodie-goodie boy; safe sex posters on the wall, condoms on a small lazy susan on his bed stand, a neat desk, bed was made, etc. I rolled my eyes, hung up the jacket and went back to the party. Seth stopped me in the hallway. He was waiting for the bathroom. I hadn't seen him in a few months; nor had I seen him arrive. He looked sexy in a fraternity t-shirt (although I did wonder which of his bottom boys it belonged to) and shorts. We chatted and he told me how sexy my ass looked in my shorts. His hand slid down and cupped my ass. I was drunk and I leaned in and told him he looked sexy too. The bathroom door opened, he took my hand, and pulled me inside with him. He took out his cock and pissed and then shook off the last drops, flushed the toilet, turned to me and said, "Suck my cock slut." I dropped to my knees and immediately started sucking on the cock that had ended my relationship with Justin. Seth has a beautiful cock. Truly a pleasure to feel inside my mouth, throat, hand, and in my ass. We both knew that he was going to fuck me in the bathroom. We both knew that we had to be quick. I unbuttoned my white button down shirt (naked underneath) while I got him really wet by slobbering on his dick, with the saliva dripping out of my mouth. It was a wet blow job. Seth stood me up, pulled the shirt off my back and I undid my shorts and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of my shorts and Seth stepped up to my ass. He pressed the tip of his wet cock on my hole, spit a few times and then I pushed back as he pushed forward. It hurt at first and I grunted in a little pain, but Seth said, "We need to be fast, slut. We are in the bathroom at your party. People need to use the bathroom. Be a good host and take my cock so the next people in line can get in here." I watched myself in the bathroom mirror as Seth fucked me. He made eye contact with me as he fucked my ass. After a few minutes, Seth said he was going to cum and out of habit I said, "Cum in my ass." Seth fucked me for a few more strokes and blasted his load in my ass. Seth and I cleaned up and opened the bathroom door. There was a bit of a line and people made catcalls at us. We laughed and went to get more drinks. Around 3am, the party was winding down. John had left with a guy he was seeing and some friends to go to get breakfast at a 24 hour dinner. Seth, four of his friends, and I were still in the living room which was now considerably cooler. We were all drunk. I had left my button down shirt open since Seth and I left the bathroom and since only Seth and his friends were in the apartment; I now removed it. We were laughing and talking about sex and guys. Seth, who had dated John for a few minutes last year, got started on how John was such a tease. How he was always preaching safe sex, etc. The other guys didn't know John that well. Seth said, "Come on, I'll show you what I mean." We all went back to John's room. They saw the safe sex posters and condoms. One of the guys, George, said, "Well it's better to play safe." Four of us nodded our heads in agreement; but Seth just looked at me. He asked me, "Zach do you always use condoms like your roommate does?" I blushed. He fucking well knew I didn't since he had cum in my ass a few hours earlier. I said, "I try to play safe with guys I am not dating, but I get caught up in the moment and sometimes forget." I looked around at the other guys for support and they were all kinda nodding if not speaking up. Seth then said, "Zach, are you always a bottom? I know you are when I fuck you; but do most guys fuck you or do you fuck them?" I said, "I'm a bottom." Since there were 6 of us standing there, the conversation opened up a bit with most guys saying they were tops or versatile. One guy asked Seth, "Are you and Zach dating?" Seth and I both said no, but then Seth added, "We just fuck sometimes." At this point Seth moved behind me and was pressing his cock on my ass. Seth put his hand on my abs and kissed my neck. He slid his hand to the button on my shorts and undid the button. I tried to protest, but Seth kissed me. Seth unzipped my shorts and I let them drop. I was standing there in sneakers and a jock strap. I stepped out of my shorts. Seth turned me so I was facing the safe sex poster and the condoms on the bed table. He bent me over, spit on his cock and slid it in my ass. He was fucking my ass bareback in front of his friends in my roommate's bed. I arched my back to take his cock. The cum he shot in me earlier helped to lube my ass. Since it was the second time that night he fucked me, I figured it would take longer. His friends stayed. One of them got on the bed and kissed me. I could feel others jerking off and feeling my body. Seth said, "You like taking my cock don't you?" I said, "Fuck yes." Seth said, "Do you like getting fucked like this in front of other people?" I said, "Yes." As he was fucking me, Seth told his friends the story of how we met at a party with John and I getting fucked in the same room. He said, he and John were dating and John rolled the condom on Seth and they fucked as they watch my boyfriend fuck me bareback. Then, Seth said, the hottest part was when Zach begged for his boyfriend's cum. Seth said, "I'm getting so close just thinking about you begging for his load. Do you want my load?" I looked around - safe sex posters, 4 other guys, condoms on the table - and then said; "Do it. Cum in my ass." Seth shuddered and came in my ass and collapsed on my back. Seth pulled his cock from my ass and went to the bathroom. I was still bent over my roommate's bed and one of the other guys stepped behind me and slid his cock into my ass. I had only seen this dude at the bars and never really spoken to him before tonight. Here I was taking his condomless cock in front of his friends. As I was thinking about asking the guy to use one of the condoms I could see on the table; a different guy put his cock at my lips and I started sucking it. The guy fucking me came in my ass after a few minutes of fucking. Then the dude I was sucking pulled out of my mouth, pushed me farther onto the bed and started fucking me. I realized now that I was going to take all of them bareback. I relaxed into the feeling of how good all 5 of their cocks felt in my ass. How good it felt to feel their bareback cocks. I knew I should use condoms, but how could I when it felt so good to fuck bareback? Each one of them fucked me and came in my ass that night. The last guy, smaller, who earlier said he was versatile and had a huge cock was the last to fuck me. Earlier, it was this guy, George who had said "it was better to play safe." He fucked me hard and fast, came inside my ass, then ate all the cum he could out of my ass, flipped me over, and sucked my cock until I came in his mouth. He swallowed my load. In the bathroom, as George and I were cleaning up, he said, "I normally don't bareback or swallow a guy's load that I don't know; but since you took all our loads it seemed only fair for me to swallow your load." He kissed me then. I tasted my load on his tongue. Seth and the guys cleaned up my roommate's bedroom while I was in the bathroom with George. Most of Seth's friends left after that but George and Seth stayed. We fucked a couple more times that night in my room. Seth and George and I went to get breakfast in the morning. I came back to my place and passed out until Monday morning. My sophomore year in college had begun.......

Part 2 When Josh joined Adam in the bathroom he told him to strip and get in the tub. Josh looked the shower over and told Adam “Turn your back towards the shower head and raise your arms over his head.” Josh reminded Adam that if he didn’t follow his instructions what would happen. Adam did as he was told as he felt the melt and heard the click of the handcuffs Josh used to secure him in that position. Adam was forced to stand there as Josh shaved all his body hair off. Josh started with his arm pits, then his chest hair was removed, followed by the hair on his arms then his legs. The last hair removed was his what little hair he had on his ass and the bush around his cock. All Adam sobbed quietly thinking about how he would explain this to his girlfriend as Josh shaved him down. Josh seemed to know what was running through Adam’s mind as he told him “After this week you won’t want to be with your girl ever again.” After Adam was shaved smooth Josh removed the handcuffs and told Adam to turn the water on in the shower. Once the water was a good temperature they got into the shower together. Once they were both cleaned off Josh turned off the water and the two naked men dried off and headed for the bedroom. Inside the bedroom Josh kissed Adam. His unwilling partner resisted at first before he was reminded of the consequences of not following directions before starting to get into the action. Josh then told Adam to get on the bed and wait for him as he grabbed something from his duffle bag and headed to the kitchen. Adam could hear water running as he was left to think about what was going on. He looks down at his hairless body knowing there was no way he’d ever be able to explain his lack of body hair to his girlfriend. After being gone for a week he knew she’d want to see him the night he returns from the camping trip. The hair wouldn’t grow back enough for a couple weeks and he wouldn’t be able to explain his hairless body. Josh returned to the bedroom with something in his hands that Adam couldn’t make out. Once Josh got closer he noticed that he had three insulin syringes. Two were filled with clear fluid and the third was empty. Josh also had 2 quick release tourniquets with him. He placed one on his left bicep and the second one on Adam’s upper arm. Adam pleaded with Josh not to do this as he was contemplating the consequences of doing whatever drug Josh had with him or going to jail. He knew he had no choice as he watched Josh take one of the filled syringes and stick it into his vein. Adam was mesmerized at the precision Josh used to draw a small amount of his blood before he emptied the contents into him. When Josh was done he released the tourniquet and Adam felt the drugs hit him hard. Adam coughed out hard as he felt his body become electrified and a horniness grown within him that he never knew before. As Adam rode his first rush, Josh put the tourniquet on Adams other arm. He then took the empty syringe and stuck in one of his own veins. Again Adam was mesmerized at the precision Josh used to draw back a good amount of his blood before he removed the needle and then stuck it into Adam and emptied the blood within the syringe as Josh told him that they were now blood brothers and would be together forever by the virus he was sharing. As Adam thought about what he was just told he had an idea of what Josh was indicating, Josh was HIV+ and so was he going to be from this point in his life. Josh then did the other syringe himself and removed his tourniquet coughing out as he rode his own rush. He climbed on top of Adam as the two kissed to which Adam was very more receptive to Josh’s advancements. Adam could feel Josh’s hard cock along his belly and although he was very horny, he was also very soft. Josh let Adam know that he knew from the moment that they met he was a bottom and that this day was going to cum where he would show Adam his true self. The two continued to kiss as Josh knew his blood carried his HIV DNA that was becoming part of Adam. It didn’t take long to get into Adam’s ass. Once Josh began to rim Adam, something he had never felt before, he knew he’s have Adam begging for his ass to be filled. Josh used his spit as lube as he worked his cock into Adams tight ass. Adam could do nothing but moan as he found new pleasure in the fucking he was getting. Josh looked down at Adam and asked how he liked getting fucked just like he used to do to his girlfriend. This statement humiliated Adam to the point of realizing that the statement Josh made to him was probably true. That he would never have sex with a woman again.

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