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“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*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!)

-Spread your legs, bitch! A poppers bottle to my nose and some really deep hits made me comply. Or the meph I'd snorted just before entering the Sauna. I had some ready to be used in my little cubicle, too... stashed away. The anonymous cock buried itself inside me. In one stroke he was balls deep. A bit of a strain, but not too much - I am a good little whore when I'm high. My ass opens up wide, for even bigger cocks to slide right in. They feel the soft nice man's ass, and they pound me real hard.... just the way I want it. So I comply and spread my legs. And he fucks me mercilessly for a good 5 minutes before emptying his hot load inside me. He pulls out and I turn around to clean his cock. Without a word he leaves.... but I know I am going to get more of it real soon. The word will spread... Locking the door I dive down in my stasch. I make a couple of fat lines of meph - and snort them up. Leaving some residue on my nose... I then walk out of my cubicle and lock it. Anyone can see I've taken something, if they look. I walk with my towel over my shoulder to show off my ass real good, over to the darkroom. When I get there, I've got a couple of younger studs in tow. They follow me inside the darkroom and corner me. Their towels drop immediately and they press me down on their cocks. Ahhhh good hard young cocks, ready to fuck ... I suck them both... in turn, and then together.... while they obviously kiss ... I let my hands slip between their legs and squeeze some ass cheeks which seems to make them hornier.... I'm yanked up by one of them and he whispers "You high, man?" and I nod quietly. "Fuck, that's so hot. Turn around".... And around I go. First cock slams into me. Not the biggest one, but hard as a rock. I really love it.... taking some young stud's cock in a darkroom... it makes me feel so good. Grabbing my hips he pounds into me like young guys do. Only lasting one minute or so, he cums... and cums... and cums.... groaning real high, he pulls out quickly to let the last of the boy juices squirt over my ass hole which is wide open. And then his mate comes along. Equally hard, but bigger dick. Same thing. Pounds away for a couple of minutes and fills me with a hot load. All the while moaning real loud and telling me what a good ass I have. A bit dizzy I now stand up. I return slowly to my cubicle, my ass cummy inside and out showing off again. Back in my cubicle I ready my last two lines of meph, nice fat ones... Man, I need this... My ass needs it... I play with my index in the powder and put a good amount on it on my ass hole, mixing it a bit with the still runny cum there... and some lube, just for the sake of it. I crack the door just a little bit... anyone that is interested can now peer in, I turn around and I drag the lines into my nose as a good meph whore. Adding to the buzz... oh man. My ass just twiches for cock. I need cock ... hard cock...no, cocks! Many cocks! Now! Opening up, the guy that comes in is ... I mean... drop dead gorgeous. A short and stocky latino with a nice sized cock... He comes up to me and touches my ass hole... oohhh and pushing some of the meph inside - making it burn a little and me to moan just so. My nose is a bit white still from the powder that didn't go into it... and he leans up to my face and licks my nose off!!! Shit man, I am so fucking horny.... but I can't speak, nothing will be coherent. I'm just thinking.... fuck my brains out! He presses me backwards on the bed, making me go down on my back and spread my feet wide in the air. His face moves to my ass hole and he starts rimming it.... cum/lube/meph in all. I can feel him getting high, his breathing changes and he gets really much more intense. I twitch my hole for him. That does it. He stands up and plunges his cock in me.... pressing the rest of the concoction into me ... oh fuck it burns sooooo goood... I want his cum. I want his cock. Fuck me man... His fucking is furious. Then he slows down and takes his cock out again. My swollen ass hole needs more rimming. I'm in heaven. He rims me for a long time, then resumes fucking me hard and long strokes. Finally I get my reward, a fat load first on my hole and then inside me. After a little cuddling he gets up and leaves, only to be followed by the next guy, an asian dude that has an extremely good body, and contrary to the myth, a nice big cock. He doesn't waste time rimming. He just wants one thing - to put his dick in my hole and fill it with hot liquids. Dirty talker too - keeps telling me what a whore I am, his white bitch... how I'm taking all his dna inside me ... oh, man.... he's sooo hot. He takes his time and then does the unthinkable - he pulls out and cums over my limp meph-cock instead. Oh well... several hours and men later, my high is coming down just so much so that I can get hard again. My cummy body and cock is now ready to pound some nice ass too. I get outside the cubicle and walk to the dark room again. In front of me I see this "twink" - at least he's got a twink body. He notices me looking at him and stops very briefly just to spread his cheeks to show a perfect, hairless hole. Mine. I want that. Into the darkroom he goes, and when I enter I feel him dragging me to him... I smell his breath that reeks of the same thing as me, chems. he's obviously been smoking Tina. His dick is limp, as should be, because I'm just interested in his hole. We kiss for a while, my dick gets really hard from that. He drops to the dirty, cummy floor and starts sucking me real good. Man, I do love a hot twink's mouth in the morning.... Now I want his other end. I pull him up, and turn him around, he leans on the wall of the darkroom. My dick's built in radar goes to work, and I enter him, just like the other men entered me. Oh fuck he's good... man, soft, nice hole.... tina soft ... oooh... I soo want to fill him up now, so I grab his neck, and hold him firmly while I plant my cock deep in him, and keep pounding him hard. He yelps, he moans.... even sometimes screams a little ... (not that I'm so big... he's just high and horny) Finally, my release.... my cum.... my load after so many hours high on meph and poppers.... it feels almost like I'm pissing cum into him. Satistfied - I don't even clean up, I just put my clothes on and walk home.

Wish MY hole was belching up all those loads.... Who wants to recreate this with me?

Part IX I drive home in complete panic mode and totally confused by what had happened to me. My ass is still leaking loads of cum and I know my pants are getting soaked through. For some reason, though, I love the feeling. My ass is completely torn up and leaking poz cum like crazy and all I can do is shiver in the knowledge of how good it felt. This is completely crazy to me though and I can't figure it out or make a coherent thought other than ripples of pleasure every time I hit a bump in the road. Lucky for me, this is my wife's girls night out time, so she is already gone and won't be home till late. I pull into the drive and get out of my car and almost back up into the house so no neighbors will see the huge wet spot now forming on the rear of my pants. I can't get in the door fast enough to suit me. Then I basically ran to the bathroom and stripped off my clothes and sat on the toilet to let more cum flow out of me. Damn, it feels like gallons. I then jump in the shower to clean up. As I soap my ass, though, I find my hole is still so open, my fingers slide in easily and I almost cum from the feeling of my own fingers going into me. By the time I am done washing my cock is harder than hell and I find myself beating it as fast and hard as I can. In just a few minutes of this, plus my thinking of what had happened, my cock nearly exploded a bucket of cum all over the shower walls. I clean up some more and get out to towel off and get ready for bed. I know it will be another night of restlessness and little sleep though as I try to figure out what I was doing.

These 5 guys are expert at rimming. Which would you choose and why?

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*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!)

I'm a total top and have been almost my whole life, however when I was just starting out exploring gay sex, I thought we both HAD to bottom and top equally, or somewhat equally. I had fucked my best friend several times at this point and he always seemed to love having my thick cock pounding a load into his hole. He had repeatedly eaten my hole and fingered me, and it mostly felt good so one summer day I was so horny it was nearly painful and I decided to invite my best friend over for a fuck. I was masturbating in the bathroom to kill time and started fingering my asshole. It felt good, like I said I was incredibly horny. I grabbed a dildo shaped object and put oil on it and slowly pushed it against my hole. The object had a round end that was the thickest part of it, and it tapered down to the thickness of a finger. The thickest end wasn't really very thick, about the size of a half-dollar coin. It hurt like hell getting it past the second anal ring, but since the object tapered so much it was mostly smooth sailing after I got the thickest end past my inner ring. I slowly worked the thickest end in and out of my hole, trying to get it relaxed and used to penetration. About then my buddy showed up and we got onto my bed and began sucking each other's cock. He was leaking precum more than usual, so I guess we were both more than the usual amount of horny. He got between my legs and started sucking my cock and fingering my hole. I rolled over onto my stomach and he got the hint and crawled on top of my body, forcing my legs open so they were spread wide. He spat and lubed his cock head, ready to penetrate my ass. Now I should say, that the biggest thing I'd had up my hole was the object I had just recently been fucking myself with and his cock is still, as of today, the biggest I've ever seen in real life. It's over nine inches, uncut and incredibly thick. I felt him place his wet cock head on my slightly oiled hole and start to insert his monster cock into my virgin hole. Initially I cried out, although UI knew the first time would hurt. Looking back all I can say is how dumb and uneducated we were. We should've been using oils, or lube or anything besides just our spit to have our virgin holes fucked the first time and many times after. Anyhow, it felt like a telephone pole was being pushed into my ass and up into my stomach. He lay completely on top of me working his gigantic cock in and out of my battered hole. I was crying but he couldn't see it. All I could do was lay there and take his cock hoping he'd cum as soon as fucking possible. It didn't take long, but it felt like an eternity before he finally filled my hole with his cum. I immediately went to the restroom and expelled an enormous amount of cum and some blood, but surprisingly I wasn't bleeding as much as I felt like I should be. I rubbed my tender hole with my fingers and stuck two fingers inside my cummy hole while I jerked off, shooting cum all over my chest, stomach, wall, and floor. My first time getting fucked was a painful experience, but we didn't know the proper way of losing or taking a virgin hole.

A postmortem writeup of my first-ever syphilis infection. The big 'S' was the last one I had not got yet. But a while back I noticed this funky not quite right area on the bottom of my glans, where the foreskin starts. It all started when I was getting sucked and it hurt on the right side. I instantly blamed the guy mentally on using teeth and didn't think more of it. It was however on the next fuck when I realize that feeling was there I was thrusting my cock into the guy. Careful inspection revealed pretty much nothing, a red area on behind the glans and between the foreskin. I kept going. A few fucks later and it got worse. Everytime I stuck it in there was this miserable pain like my glans was being ripped apart. At this time red area had become circular and it didn't really hurt on the touch of it. It was only when you stretched it, like when you were fucking, that I'd feel discomfort. It did look like a chancre. I googled images of 'chancre' and it was pretty much that. So off to the GP doctor I went. She was uncomfortable about it, but still ordered VDRL and RPR tests. They came back NEGATIVE. But at this point, I knew that was pretty much syphilis, maybe too early to show up in tests. So I went to specialized STD clinic, and there they were able to do more testing. Bam! One of the treponemal tests came back + and in their inspection of the sample with microscope they could see the bacteria at simple sight, so I had it. Penicillin was given to me right away. I was asked to refrain from sex TWO weeks!!! So I had to look at this better. Apparently Treponema Pallidum is extremely susceptible to penicillin, to the point people stop being infections in a few yours from the shot. At 24-48 hours it's a guarantee you are no longer infectious. So a week of abstinence was more than enough. Penicillin was amazing. Even just after 24 hours after the shot I could see the chancre disappearing. It took probably a couple of weeks for it to be completely gone, but there's just nothing there anymore. In my research I found Treponema Pallidum/Syphilis is no easy cookie. If you let it go it can completely fuck you up. But at the same time, It's probably more treatable than gonorrhea or chlamydia given that there are no known antibiotic resistant variants. The whole experience puts in perspective to me the importance of testing, and testing often. So much of the messaging has been devoted to condoms! condoms! condoms! that people think that condoms are the one and only thing to do not get STDs. When in reality, what everyone should be doing is getting tested and treated as often and possible regardless of condom use. That way we would get STDs down..

I don't think age matters that much but it is very different for different guys. Do you know how he feels about relationships? Is he open to one? Or does he like you because he recognizes a fellow pig, good fuckbuddy. He may think of you as a "partner in crime" as you say it because you both like the same things not necessarily as hubby material (how open that relationship may be). Is he mostly into older guys or guys his own age? Did he have relationships before (and with what type of guy?). Try to find out more in casual conversations. Do you do things together that are non-sexual (or don't end up in sex)?

I say go for it...the things you'll regret most in life are the things you didn't try

You bring up an excellent topic. For myself, I started sucking dick at age 5 and at age 9 getting fucked. At age 11, started visiting roadside rest areas where I would suck or get fucked by guys who were 16 all the way up to 97 (he was the oldest.) Until I was 26, I was always with a very vast range of Men. As for a relationship, I didn't really have my first one until I moved to Kuwait, where he was not only my partner/husband but my lover, owner, Master, whatever you desire to call it. I cannot say his age here but he found me and yes, he was a top the entire four years he lived with me. Then again, here in the US in Florida, my ex-Owner/Master for 2 years was an 18 year old who waited literally 4 days after his birthday to move in and begin owning me for the following two years. Right now, I have the problem to find someone, as I have never had to find anyone, the universe has always brought them to me. I say that if it is right and they guy and you match, then go for it. If it is just a fling, that is fine as well. Just don't listen to others, as everyone is different as well as their tastes are different. Take this analogy: One persons cum may taste like liquid gold to one person, where it tastes like asparagus to another.

Training evening

Part 3 I knew i was unlikely to last long with the sight in front of me and how good it felt having his warm tight hole wrapped round my dick, not to mention how risky it was here at work - what i'd always wanted to do. I was rocking back and forward with short deliberate strokes. I decided I didn't want to make him ask me to stop, but to be fair he seemed in a world of his own. I was actually worried it might be too noisy, so i pushed his head into the desk and steadied myself on his muscular back gradually sinking my dick further inside him. "Scott that feels, fuck, oh man, wow" was all he said. "You horny fuck" was my reply. I stopped briefly to look at my cock driving in his hole, I don't think i'd ever been this hard. "Mate, i'm gonna cum soon, it feels too good" i told him, but he was just moaning so i fired off 6 or 7 ropes of poz cum deep in his guts. I collapsed on his sweaty back as he was bent over the desk, both of us just panting. Gradually my dick slipped out of his hole and i felt some of my cum land on my foot. He turned round but wasn't looking at me as he sat on the desk chair and started to put his sock back on. I admired his body some more and that sexy messed up hair, those fit thighs as he rested his foot on the chair. Then i noticed the pool of cum on the desk, he'd shot his load while I fucked his cute ass, holy fuck! I hadn't noticed him wanking... We both got dressed pretty quickly and he left the office without saying anything. I started to worry a bit how this was going to pan out and we had another few hours left on shift, plus the rest of the week. But then I saw the little wet patch of my cum he'd left on the desk chair and started to feel horny about it all again. I'd stealth fucked a poz load into the guy but i resolved not to tell him and work out how I could persuade him to come back for seconds. I mean it must have felt good, he was a horny young foot freak so he'd probably be a bit weird but come around the next time he got horny. He came back to the office about half an hour later when some customers arrived, he leant over the desk to pass them some equipment they were borrowing and I couldn't help but perve on that ass i knew was full of my poz cum. I'd decided I'd tell him how good it was before we finished for the night so we'd confronted it before tomorrow. The rest of the shift was busy but i was probably semi throughout as I couldn't get it out of my mind. I had to have him again. I had to make him my sexy fuck bud and work out some of the fantasies running through my mind, plus he couldn't be totally innocent given how easy it was to set him off. "Ok so is it ok if i head off now" said Seb as it got to 9:30. "Can i just see you for a second" i said and nodded toward the gym cupboard and away from where the cleaners were working. He headed off a bit hesitantly but when the door had closed something snapped in my mind and i grabbed his dick without warning "i enjoyed that before and I know you did too you horny fucker, i'm happy to keep it a secret if you are, we've all got needs". "I, er, I have a thing for feet is all" he said. "If you tell me honestly it didn't feel good having my dick up your ass i'll never mention it again" i replied. "I'll give you tonight to think about it, if you decide you want my dick again I want you here tomorrow on time barefoot in my office, then i'll know your answer" and i opened the door to let him out...

Part VII I think I have gone crazy. Here I am laying beside a guy on a park bench filled with his poz cum, again, and supposed to be straight. All I can think of is wanting some more now. This can't be. I hear a voice and look up to find another of his buddies just coming in the tent. He is sayin how nice that looks and is dropping his shorts and soon in naked as well. He climbs on the table with us and my legs just kind of on their own go up and out. His hard cock centers on me and he drives it deep into my ass. I can only moan in pleasure. The first guy gets up and tells us he will be back and leaves. This new guy is pounding my hole hard and deep and all I can do is moan in my pleasure. He is hitting my prostate and driving me wild again. My mind is in a panic but my ass is loving this and I can't do anything but drive back onto his cock as he drills me good. I find myself begging for more and more and harder and faster. He complies and pile drives me with all his might. My ass is on fire. "Do me, do me, do me," is my chant. I hear some rustling and look around to find at least 5 or 6 other guys have come into the tent now. I hear myself telling them to line up, I want you all. OMG, what the hell am I saying? Soon this second guy grunts he is cumming and grinds his cock into me, then gets up and another guy takes his place. On and on they go, as one gets done another takes his place. I can't seem to stop or get enough. I want them all. "Fuck me," I tell them. They all keep dumping their loads into my willing ass and I am loving it. Finally, they seem to be done though. I look around and the first guy is back and sitting beside me and telling me it is ok now. Just to relax and and let it happen. He kisses me again and I fall to sleep in his arms as he climbs on the table with me.

Part V ANOTHER CRAZY DAY After being bred BB by several guys I had just met and being pretty drunk and then finding out they all had HIV UNMEDICATED and me being (straight?). I sobered up in a hurry and got the hell out of that park in a hurry. I was totally freaked out as you can get. My ass was starting to burn like hell and tingle at the same time. I had no idea what the hell I had done. Just stop to take a piss and ended up being fucked almost senseless after drinking way too much too fast. My mind just could not get wrapped around it at all. How I made it home is still a mystery too but finally pulled into my driveway. I stopped and just sat in my car for quite a while. Had to get my mind cleared up in a hurry before facing my wife. I was now a good 2 hours late for supper and hadn't called, so I know she was going to be upset. Had to go in though, so I got out of the car and into the house I went. I made up a lame excuse for being late and not calling and told her I wasn't hungry and headed to the shower in a hurry. My mind was still whirling around but got cleaned up somehow. Went down to spend time with wife and watch some TV and then it was time for bed. Don't think I slept a wink all night thinking about what had happened. Next morning came, after what seemed like a week. Got up like normal and had breakfast and coffee and almost felt normal again. Off to work I went. My mind still in turmoil and could not get much done at all. Lunchtime and I just sat in the cafeteria numbly. Back to work and still not thinking straight at all. Then, wham it was time to go home. Had spaced off calling for a doctor appt. and now that office would be closed so decided it would be ok till morning. Headed out for home. As I was getting to the park, again, I noticed that there were some tents set up now. Could see guys playing soccer again, with others standing or sitting and mostly watching. I decided I needed to stop and talk to that first guy I had met before. Had to get some more answers and talk about what I had done and what needed to be done. I pulled into the parking lot and found a space to park. As I got out of the car and headed that way, that guy noticed me and came running to meet me. Before I knew it he had grabbed my hand and shook it in greeting and then gave me a huge hug, too. I told him I needed someone to talk to badly. He noticed my concern and told me to follow him. He headed to a huge tent they had set up to one side and we entered it. They had set up a couple of tables there and looked to be using it as their dining area/storage area. I walked over and sat down at one of the tables and he went to a cooler and grabbed us a couple of cold cans of Coke to drink. Was glad it was pop and not another beer. He then sat right down next to me with one let under the table and the other out, facing me and told me to go ahead. I drank about half my Coke before I could think of what to say and then stammered and could not get out a coherent sentence, really. He told me to calm down and just take my time and tell him all my thoughts about the day before and he would help me get through it. I started by telling him I thought it had been a huge mistake on my part mostly for drinking so much. He just nodded some and told me that probably did help lead up to it. I telling him I really kind of felt ashamed of what I had done and kind of dropped my head down. I found I was looking right between his legs. He had quite short shorts on and apparently nothing else on and I was looking directly at his huge cock that was hanging about halfway out of one leg of his shorts. I tried to look away but found I couldn't take my eyes off of it and started to stammer again. He leaned towards me and patted my leg and told me to calm down and take it easy and start again. It took my a couple of minutes to get my mind focused again and start to explain that he had taken advantage of my drunkenness, too. We were both somewhat at fault and it should not have happened and now I had no idea what to do. I told him this without ever raising my head back up as I could not get my eyes off of his cock. It also seemed to be growing, little by little as I talked, to somewhat semi-hard state now. Why could I not get my eyes off of it and my head up?

Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

After Pete and I got home from our bathhouse marathon (Sunday afternoon), we jumped in the hot tub to relax and unwind. Problem was, we were so horny from the chems, that we just kept playin'! I laid on the pool deck with my ass at the edge of the hot tub, while Pete royally worked my hole over with his tongue and mouth. I could tell by his moans when he was able to suck out some of the multiple loads that had been shot in me over the last day and a half. When he got tired, he climbed out of the hot tub, squatted over my face and opened his ass right over my mouth. A steady stream of cum ran straight into my mouth. When the flow started to slow, my mouth covered his battered rosebud and hungrily sucked out the remaining drops of anonymous jizz. "Mmmmmm-mmmmmph, mmmmm-mmmmmph," I moaned, while Pete ground his ass obscenely, begging for more. "Fuck, I need some more cock!" I grinned, licking my lips. "Yeah, this shit's really got me goin' this weekend," Pete agreed, as he bent down to stick his cum-covered goatee against mine for a deep snowball kiss. Just about then, the phone rang. It was one of our leather buddies from the night before. He and his BF were still tweakin' and wanted to know if we were up for some more play. We generally don't bring strangers home, so we agreed to meet back at Midtowne and continue the parTy! I repacked our bags of toys, leathers, and supplies, while Pete raided our stash of party favors and mixed up some fresh J-lube. We were back at the baths within an hour - and fortunately our favorite room had just been cleaned (it's a double room with video, and mirrors on all four walls and ceiling). We started out just like last Friday - a tab of X and some smoke from the glass cock. Since we'd never really started down, it didn't take long for us to be ready to go again. "Hey babe, I'm gonna take the douche bulb and check my hole. I'll be back in 10," I said. "Bring me a bottle of water when you come back - pleeeease?" Pete begged. Of course, I took the opportunity to check out the open doors as I made my way to the shower on our floor. Most were closed - either empty, or guys crashing after a night of hard play. Then there were the lurkers - the ones who hide far back in the room with the light completely off - - - I've had some fun with a few, but some can be down right scary. I passed by a room with two guys who looked to be about on the same parTy level as Pete and me. One was wildy shoving a stainless steel sound in and out of his piss slit while his buddy dildo-fucked his hole. I gave them a thumbs up and a grin as I slowly walked by. When I finally got to the shower, a tall, heavily tattooed stud with a low hanging uncut cock was toweling himself off. "You through?" I asked. "Yeah, it's all yours," he said, giving me the once over as I hung my towel on the hook. I pulled the shower curtain two thirds of the way shut, filled the rubber douche bulb from the shower head and proceeded to spray the warm water into my guts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy was watching, so I figured I'd give him something to look at. The next time I squirted the bulb up my ass, I bent over pointing my hole directly toward the opening of the curtain. Then I spread my cheeks and let the water spray out - crystal clear! By this time, I noticed that that nice uncut cock was growing into a nice thick piece of fuck meat - not hard, but definitely worth considering. I opened the curtain and grabbed my towel to dry off. "Nice to see a man who takes pride in a clean hole," he grinned, stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the mushroom head. "Yeah, my boyfriend loves to eat my ass - but only when it's clean," I teased. "Maybe we'll see you around, later," I patted his shoulder. "I hope so!" he smiled, as I walked back to the room. I passed the chalkboard on the way and wrote: "2 Hungry FFuckPNPigs - Mirrored Room." When I got back the door was closed - unusual - since it was open when I left. Fortunately, we know the manager and he gives us two keys when we get a double room. I quietly unlocked the door, not sure what I'd find inside. There are actually two doors before you get into the room with the bed, etc., so I was able to enter silently. Pete was on his hands and knees, getting fucked by a hot muscled guy with tribal tattoos, shaved head and pierced nipples. In the dim light, I could barely make out what appeared to be an XXL cock accentuated by a heavy chrome cockring and a leather ballstretcher. I guess Pete's fucker saw my reflection in one of the mirrors, 'cause he stopped fucking and stood like a deer in headlights. "Hey man, the door was open an' he said he needed to get fucked," the stud said nervously. "Hey man, you're cool. We both like to get fucked. As long as he goes home with me, no problem!" I grinned, reaching out and giving his fat cock a squeeze. I went about putting my stuff away, and the fucking started up again- slowly. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself with my legs spread in front of Pete. "Hey babe, you need a little smoke?" I whispered in Pete's ear. "Uh-huh," he grunted. I loaded the pipe and held the torch under it until the white vapor started to drift up the tube. Then I held it up to his mouth so he could suck it in. Doug (as I found out his name later) relaxed a bit when he saw this, and started to get back into his earlier fuck rhythm. I did a hit myself, and then forced Pete's mouth down on my cock. When Pete's high, he can deepthroat like crazy! Even my 00 gauge PA! I held the glass pipe up, offering our new friend a hit. He nodded, so I lit the torch again and held the pipe while he inhaled. Doug was really getting into it now - slammin' his thick cock into Pete's slutty hole, while Pete slobbered all over my veiny dick. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Doug panted. "Shoot it, man! Breed his fuckin' hole! Spray his guts!" I yelled, as Doug thrust his hips harder and harder. "Ffuuuucckkkkkk!!" he yelled, holding Pete's hips while he emptied his load deep inside. When Doug finally pulled out, he and Pete collapsed on the bed. I moved around to where I could fit Doug's softening cock in my mouth and clean off the remaining cum and ass juice. Even soft, it was one damn thick cock! "Nice fuck!" I grinned, licking my lips. "You guys are unbelievable," Doug said, recovering his breathing. "Usually I run into all this jealousy shit with couples - but you guys are so cool about it." "Hey, when we met, we knew we both liked to party - we both liked to get sleazy - and we both really liked to get fucked. We knew what we were getting into. And, like I said, as long as we go home together - fuck all the drama!" I laughed. "Besides, we're at a fucking bathhouse - we're here to get fucked - and get fucked a lot!!!" Doug gathered up his towel and keys, and walked toward the door. "Hope to see you guys again!" he grinned. We both chimed in - "Anytime!" More in the next post - this was only the first hour - and believe it or not, it got better!

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

It had been several months since I first sucked off my best friend after a high school football game. We had continued to meet up on weekends and during the week too for blowjobs. We were constantly sucking each other off and getting our bellies full of cum. One day after school he came over and we had the house to ourselves. We were hanging out on my bed listening to music when things eventually turned to rubbing each other's hard cocks through our shorts. It didn't take long for us to get naked and start 69'ing. I loved sucking his cock because it was as thick as a beer can and a good 9+ inches long, beautifully uncut too. As I was sucking his dick and massaging his balls with my hand he opened his legs and I naturally started to massage his taint and slowly made my way to his hole. I started rubbing his hole with my finger which produced slight moans from his cock-filled mouth. That was all the encouragement I needed to put my finger in my mouth and coat it with spit and try to get my finger into his tight hole. There I was sucking a fat cock, fingering his tight virgin hole and being blown at the same time. I was incredibly horny and kept working his hole with my finger and decided to try another finger, he really moaned when I slowly forced a second finger up his hole. I knew his moan was partly from pain and partly from pleasure. After awhile of all these different simulations at once, he pulled away from me. I was laying on my back and he straddled my waist and grabbed my cock from behind. I had no idea what was happening. Because what was about to happen, I had never even thought of doing. My cock kindof started hurting. That's when I realized he was putting his weight directly onto my raging hard dick, trying to get it up his virgin hole. It was so tight and had so little lube from just my spit. He got almost my whole cock inside him before I truly understood I was fucking his virgin hole bareback. He rode up and down on my cock maybe three times before I blew a huge load of cum up his ass. Which fortunately lubed him up on the inside much better. I'm a multiple cummer and don't get soft, so I took the opportunity to enjoy his wet virgin boypussy. I pushed him onto his back and started ramming my cum-lubed cock into his hole faster and faster. In this new position my rock hard curved cock was hitting his prostate and his eyes practically rolled back in his head. His fingers dug into my back as I continued ramming my rod into his still tight hole. His breathing became labored and with a loud series of moans his huge dick started spraying both of us with hot cum which immediately set me off again and I dumped yet another fat load deep up his once virgin hole.

My junior year of college I decided that I had had enough of dorm life and struck out on my own to find an apartment. My parents said that they would pay for it as long as it didn’t cost more then the dorms. Now the dorms at my university weren’t cheap but they weren’t really as expensive as the cost of an apartment, so my choices were limited. After scouring the newspaper and craigslist I found three that were within my extremely small budget and were close enough to school to not make the commute impossible, so, a couple of weeks before school started, I went on a quest to find an apartment. I suppose that I should tell you a little something about myself before we go on too far. I had just turned twenty-one, and has spent a good amount of time the year before working off the last vestiges of my slightly pudgy teen age self and now sported a thin lean build that I was rather proud of. Also in the past year, weather it was due to some hormone increase from working out or my genetics finally decided that it was that time in my development, I had grown a fairly reasonable pelt of hair across my tight pecks and my now firm round bubble butt had a healthy growth of hair across both cheeks and down my crack. What I was most proud of all though was that my cock had thickened and lengthened slightly making it now an exact seven inches long and just about six and a half around. The boys I met at parties and bent over back in their rooms or in the bathroom of the party certainly enjoyed my quickly evolving meat. August in the Midwest is unreasonably hot, so when I went began my quest, upon entering the first place I quickly shucked my button down shirt and walked wearing a wife-beater and tight jean shorts, even as I could feel the sweat still running down my back. An old woman showed me around a dingy little flat in the basement of a small three-story apartment building. It was certainly not what was advertised in the paper but I knew people always exaggerated in those things. I thanked her for her time and said that I would be in touch, praying that the other two apartments were better. The second place I was looking was about a ten minute walk away, but by the time I had gotten there my shirt was soaked through with sweat and I was sure that I stunk to high heaven. Feeling rather dejected after my first viewing I knocked on the door to apartment 1A, which through my correspondence with the poster on Craigslist I had learned was the apartment of the super. The door opened and there stood the single most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Normally I was only attracted to guys my own age but this man destroyed all of that. He stood at about six foot three inches, which put him about six inches taller than was I. He had a broad powerful chest, thick muscle knotted arms, and a handsome bearded face that made my knees weak. He wore no shirt and his carpenter pants were slung so low on his hips that I could see the tops of his thick bush of pubes over the waistband. I stared at his strong hair covered chest admiring the dark fur that covered his whole torso for a long moment, before managing to blurt out that I was here to see the apartment. The man chuckled and said in a deep voice that resonated in my chest “I’m Chuck, the guy you emailed. Nice to meet you, guy. Sorry, what was your name again?” “Duncan,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly. “Well do you wanna see the place or just stand here in the hallway,” he said turning away from me for a moment. He grabbed a shirt from just beyond where I could see into his apartment and a set of keys off a hook before stepping forward into the hallway. I stepped back quickly allowing him to pull his own door closed before leading the way down the hallway to the stairs tugging the flannel shirt of as he walked. As we walked towards the stairs Chuck made idle conversation with me about school, asking I was studying - just filling the silence, as he lead the way up three flights of stairs and then all the way down the top floor to the last door on the right. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go inside. It was a much nicer apartment then the last one I saw. The living room was small but had a large window that allowed sunlight to stream into the tiny space. The little kitchen was outdated but usable and the although the bedroom would fit little more then a bed and a dresser, I liked the place. Chuck showed me around and though I tried to listen I kept finding my gaze wandering to the patch of his chest that was still visible as he never buttoned the shirt he put on, or down to where his pubes were coming out over his pants wondering what the pale jeans were hiding. “So you like it kid?” “Yeah, I think it’s great.” “Good,” Chuck stopped his tour of the little apartment and turned to look at me for a long moment before smiling and saying, “But I think there’s more on your mind the just the apartment right now isn’t there?” “What?” “You can’t keep your eyes off my cock boy, I’ve seen you looking.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” I stammered embarrassed beyond belief at being caught, “I’ll go, sorry for the trouble.” “Go? What the fuck kid, no get back here.” “Okay.” “You gay, kid?” “Yeah. Is that a problem?” “Not at all, make this step a little easier.” “What?” “My last slut just graduated and I’m in need of a new one.” He grabbed at his dick through his jeans and I could see the outline now of a fat powerful cock. “So,” he said dropping his shirt on the floor, “If you’re a good boy then I’ll cut you a deal on your rent, and if you’re a really good boy then there is no rent.” He had started walking closer to me, closing the small gap between us in the tiny bedroom. I could smell him now the intoxicating scent of man wafting over me as I found myself close enough to touch his amazing chest. “You interested in that deal?” “Yes,” I breathed. Somehow feeling that if I spoke too loudly I would wake myself from the incredibly hot dream I was convinced I was having. “Kiss my chest.” I hesitated for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed one of his pink fur rimmed nipples. “Good boy. Now get on your knees.” Normally I was the one who told boys to get on their knees, but with this man all of my wishes, dreams, aspirations, wants, desires or need to be a top flew out of my head. All that I wanted was to serve this massive hulk of a man. I sank to my knees without hesitation. Chuck placed one hand on my head ruffling my hair while with the other he undid his pants allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock springing up almost hitting me in the face. Just as befit a man of his perfection he had a thick heavily veined cock that had to be at least eight maybe eight and a half inches long. The hand that rested upon my head guided me forward till his cock head pressed against my mouth and I opened wide taking as much of him inside me as I could. He grunted out his appreciation as I began to work at swallowing him substantial meat, greedily working his mushroom head past my tonsils. After bobbing back and forth and gagging several times I felt his balls come to rest on my chin for a moment before the lack of air cause my body to pull back involuntarily. I felt a powerful rush of accomplishment, I loved feeling his dark dense pubes around my nose and sensing the weight of his low hanging balls against my chin. I dove forward again swallowing his meat once more and eliciting from Chuck a sudden gasp of pleasure as his cock slid down my throat. Despite being almost a total top I had always loved sucking cock, and had gotten a good deal of practice in high school when I was fucking the captain of the football team who it turned out was a big dicked bottom who loved nothing more then to have a load blown up his hole then get his cock sucked till he came. He had been getting bred the quarter back sense our freshmen year but when he got a peak at my even then fat cock at the start of our senior year I spent the rest of the year honing my pounding skills and cocking on his knob. My hands found their way to Chuck strong ass, and I was unsurprised when I felt still more thick dense hair between my fingers as I pulled his hips closer to my face. I breather in his scent as I worshiped his dick, my own cock now hard as a rock forgotten in my shorts. “Jesus Christ kid,” Chuck gasped after a long while, “any more like that and I’m going to blow my load down your throat instead of where it belongs.” He pulled me off of his cock and tilted my head up so that I was looking at his face, losing myself in his deep blue eyes. “Strip.” I pulled my sweat soaked wife-beater off and tossed it and the button down I had tied around my waist off to the side and then after kicking off my shoes shimmied off my shorts and underpants so that I was now kneeling at the feet of this Adonis completely naked my tight swimmers body exposed for him to judge. He smiled. “Get on your hands and knees and face away from me,” were his next set of instructions. I obeyed hastily. Chuck got down on behind me and lent forward, his hand gripping my ass cheeks firmly and then I felt his rough beard on brushing against my spread ass crack just before his wet warm tongue found my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back pushing my ass back at Chuck’s invading tongue. “What a hungry hole! When did you last get fucked, boy?” “Back in high school like three years ago,” I answered truthfully. I hadn’t gotten fucked since the quarterback of the football team took out his revenge on my ass for stealing his bottom bitch away. “You haven’t had sex in three years?” “No, it’s just that I’m normally a top.” “Well shit then, you’re tight hole is in need of a good plowing.” He dove back in, his tongue swirling around my hole occasionally pressing against my still resistant sphincter. Waves of pleasure crashed over me causing my body to slowly relax to melt into him, and I felt my hole slowly opening for him. Chuck sensed my hole relaxing as well and he redoubled his efforts to slip his tongue inside my almost virginal hole. After a rim job like this, I thought, I might never top again. I heard a rustling behind me and then Chuck stopped devouring my hole, though one of his hands still remained on my ass cheek spreading my crack wide. I heard several clicks and looked back to see and iPhone in chuck’s hand. “What are you doing,” I asked, not upset really just curious. For some reason I felt like this man, who I had just met, would never do anything bad to me. “Sending some pics of your sweet hole to a few guys I know close by who can help me really give your hole the plowing it needs today.” With that Chuck knocked me to the side so that I rolled over onto my back, spun me round, grabbed my ankles, and as he went back to devouring my now upturned hole stuffed his cock back down my throat.

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Sunday is my favorite day of the week. With mom away at church for service, I'm free to sneak into my parents' bedroom and climb into bed with dad. Just cuddle up to him and see what happens...

My Master is going way for the summer holidays and he wanted to give me a goodby fuck, and lately he has been mean and degrading to me. Yesterday was the worst so far. he phoned me and asked me to come over, clean and lubricated. when I entered he was naked, smoking a cigar. I immediately knelt down to take his cock into my mouth, it was almost fully erect. Instead he commanded me into the bathroom and told me to spread my legs and show him my hole. I did, he then told me to take the toiletbrush, use the vaseline jar, lube the handle and fuck myself with it, It slid right in, but painful, he told me to lay down, then he pushed it further inside me with his foot and then he pissed on me! I was the allowed to wank myself. when I came, he came in my face, he then called my a dirty whore and told me to get home.

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I've asked him if he had a girlrfiend he said no. I'm attracted to him because he is very cute and he seems a very sweet person that intrigues me to know him better. I'm a quiet person myself so given his condition i guess he won't asking me of going to clubs which i despise. I also know that I will have to take care of him and if i decide to break up with him it will be very hard for him but i've started feeling nice things about him. Even if he is not a bottom we could still find a way, same for bareback sex. Ideally, I'd like to make him discover how nice having a dick inside him feels. I'm quite a dominant guy but I don't want him as a slave I want to respect him and love him. I like the fact that he seems willing to do thins that i've suggested him so far. Maybe he is equally obedient in bed too. I'd like him to be a total bottom with cum in him I've also considered, if he is submissive enough to try chastity with him but maybe this is too much given his condition.

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Can't agree with you more, Chiilfuck. Try a Biohazard party - that is sure to blow your mind!

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.

Plans fell through last night so I decided to get a room at my favorite motel and post on CL for anonymous tops to stop by and use my holes. Thursdays normally aren't great but last night was a wonderful exception to the rule! Many of you already know that when I do this scene, I leave the door ajar and turn the lights off, waiting naked on all 4's on the bed. The motel room doors open to the parking lot, so tops can park immediately outside and then push open the door, which I leave ajar. Sometimes I have to wait for the first guy to walk in, but last night he was right on time, walking in at the moment I said I'd be ready. I was laying on the bed on my stomach and as he walked around in front of me, I saw that he was a well-built black guy. I took a few huffs off my brown bottle, and before I knew it his big black cock was growing in my mouth. Before long he was holding my head as he slid his long, thick cock down my throat, while I coughed and gagged and drooled and loved every second! He was a thick one to be my first, so I urged caution as he walked around to the other side of the bed to fuck my already-lubed hole. I was disappointed when I heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper, but my disappointment quickly turned to anticipation when he asked, "You clean?" without putting it on. I replied in the affirmative, said I hoped he was too, and that was all it took. He pushed me forward on the bed, climbed on top of me and eased his cock - still slick with my saliva - into my hole. A few more huffs from the brown bottle and my ass rose to meet each of his thrusts as he pounded away. He wrapped an arm around my throat, half-Nelson style, and rode me hard until I heard his breathing begin to quicken. A few grunts, a few spasms of his hips to drive his load deep, and I had received my first cum of the evening. As he slid out, I spun around off the bed and onto my knees, taking his still-hard cock in my mouth to clean up the mess I had helped him make. The taste of my ass juices, his cum, and a hint of lube all hit my tongue at once, and I gobbled his cock down greedily to the root, making sure to lick every inch. He pulled on his clothes, grabbed his things, and with a thank you headed out the door. I lay back down on the bed but only for about 10 minutes when I heard a car door outside. I assumed the ass up position, and sure enough the door pushed open. In walked another black guy, and just like the first he dropped his pants and made a beeline for my mouth. As with the first guy, I licked and throated and savored this cock. It was a bit longer than the first, maybe 8.5", cut and a bit more slender with a slight curve to the left. It slid easily down my throat, his balls smelling and tasting a little muskier than the first guy. Flying in popper heaven, the deep throat saliva drooled down my chin and onto the bedsheets as I gave him one of the best oral treatments I've ever given. Once again, though, as he walked behind me I heard a condom wrapper, and this time the elastic "snap" as he unrolled it down his shaft. My hole was still slick with the combination of lube and cum from my first top, but still this second guy had to use extra lube to work his cock into my hole. That's why I hate condoms! I stood bent over the bed, and as he slid into my ass, this guy's longer cock hit my prostate just right. He slid in and out, the friction from the condom annoying me somewhat despite how good his thrusts felt. Then he spoke. "I'm going to take this condom off now," he said as he continued his motion, driving his cock deep in my ass. But he didn't stop, and he didn't say anything more. I was excited at the prospect of another raw cock, and finally got impatient enough that I moved in such a way that his cock slipped out of my ass. I deftly reached behind, grabbed his cock, and in one motion pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor. I grabbed his now bare cock again and guided it back into my eager fuckhole. He was only too happy to oblige. This guy was a fucking machine, pounding me raw for at least 10 minutes before he asked, "Where do you want me to cum?" In a moment of concern at the anonymity, for some reason I told him to pull out and cum on my hole, rather than in it. He complied, and as I came to my senses I pushed my ass back so his still-spurting cock slid back up my hole. After he came, I spun around and, as with the first guy, took his length into my mouth to give it a thorough cleaning. I noticed that he wasn't pulling away or rushing out the door, so I stood, turned around, and guided his cock into my hole once more. He gave a couple of thrusts before pushing me face-down on to the bed, where he mounted me and rammed another load deep into my guts. It felt amazing! My first two visitors were the highlight of my night, leaving me with three loads in and on my ass. After another 15 minutes or so, a tall white guy walked in, rammed his cock down my throat, and held my head in place until he pumped a load down my throat. He left just as quickly without saying a word. The last guy of the evening was a young black kid in his early 30s. Turned out that he wasn't a fan of deep throat (I know, right?!?!) and would only fuck with a condom (which neither of us had), so I sucked his cock and we made out a bit. He fingered my hole as I slobbered on his cock, and I was rewarded with a real big load, which he told me afterward had built up over 8 days. All in all a fruitful night! I'm hoping for as much luck (or more!) again next Thursday as I head to Boston for my first all-night ass-up fuck fest. Can't wait!

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

Part IV I was not sure what was happening but the guy on me stopped kissing finally. I was too breathless to say anything as he told me he was sorry but my ass just felt too good and watching his buddies fuck had him horned up badly. I could feel what seemed like his cock pushing into my hole and couldn't understand what was happening at all. He went on to tell me, in a whisper, that his cock was precumming like he had never done before and it was really lubing my hole up for him. He told me he couldn't stop now. I was so shocked I still could not talk. He went silent again and leaned forward more and kissed me again running his tongue into my mouth again and as he did I felt what must have been the head of his cock slide into me then. I groaned as it hurt some but not real bad. He kept kissing me and I could feel his cock sink into me more and more. I had no idea what to do. Then all at once I thought something else bump my balls and realized then that he must be all the way in me and it was his balls hitting mine. I couldn't believe a cock was buried all the way into my ass. My eyes had to be as big as saucers and I was panicking some now. He pulled back from the kiss and told me again, he was sorry, but couldn't stop himself. As he said that he was pulling his cock back out of me and then back in and again and again. I couldn't move at all and then he was hitting something inside me and I felt my own cock twitch in his hand. He smiled then and told me it was about time I started to feel the good part. I must have looked puzzled then and he told me he was now rubbing against my prostate and I would begin to love it real soon. He then started to just hammer my ass as hard as he could, in and out and in and out. Faster and harder and was stroking my cock with his hand also. He leaned in to kiss me again and this time I couldn't help it and returned the kiss. I was really flying now on the sex. My cock was about as hard as I could ever remember it being. His cock in my ass and his hand on me had me in overdrive. I pulled away from the kiss and asked what the hell was going on? He told me to just enjoy it. I dropped my head down some and then I felt it. The unmistakable feeling of my cock getting ready to release my cum. I looked him in the eyes and told him I was going to cum and he told me he was ready also. I then felt my cock erupt and he seemed to be cupping the end of it in his hand and before I knew what he was doing, he brought his hand up between us and licked up my cum and then planted another kiss on me and fed me my own cum. He kept his mouth sealed to mine and all I could do was swallow it. As I was swallowing it he pulled away then and told me he was cumming now and hoped I had enjoyed that load of mine as it was probably the last neg load I would have. I had no idea what that meant. He moaned and I could tell he was really cumming a lot in me and grinding hard into my ass. He then told me he loved my nolonger virgin ass and now I would probably be positive like him all his friends there. I still had no idea what he was talking about but it had felt damn good. He asked if I wanted some more? I asked what he meant? He then got up and as he did, before I knew what was happening, another guy had knelt down behind me and I felt his cock entering my hole. I yelped and tried to move but with nowhere to go he bottomed out in me quickly and started to pound my hole like there was no tomorrow. He was really just plainly pounding as hard and fast as he could into me and surprise surprise, to me it felt about as good as the first guy had. He did not last long though, maybe about 3 or 4 minutes, and he told me he was cumming in me too and I was sure to be pregnant now as he had a load measured at about 200,000, whatever that meant. My legs were so cramped now I couldn't move at all and before I knew it I had had about 8 guys fuck my ass. Everyone of them kept telling me to take their poz loads and get pregnant but that made no sense to me at all. Finally, the first guy was able to help me get up and I sat right down on the ground exhausted. I could not get my head around what had happened at all, but knew that it was probably just the damn drinking I had done. I vowed to not drink that much that fast again. Many of the guys there came by then and patted me on the back and told me welcome to their club. I thought they were just talking about their bikes or soccer. I sat there for a good half an hour with my pants, by know clear to my ankles, before I could really move much on my own. I felt my sore ass and my fingers came away with their cum and some blood on them that was seeping out of my abused hole. The first guy sat beside me then and told me not to worry as many times a virgin ass bled some but would go away soon. I smiled a little and told him I hoped so as I would hate for my wife to see much blood there. He laughed a little then. Then he got kind of serious and told me I might want to get to a doctor in the next couple of days though and let him know what I had had done to me. I asked why if the bleeding would stop soon anyway. He then told me what they had been talking about when they told me they were POZ, AND I WAS GOING TO GET PREGNANT WITH THEIR BABIES. My mouth dropped open and I could not even talk. He asked me if I was ok now or did I want some more? He was serious! WHAT A CRAZY DAY AND THING TO SAY TO ME. But, did I want more or not? I decided I had better call the doctor first thing in the morning for sure. As I got up to go, he told me they were camping out there for about 3 days if I wanted to stop back by?

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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....

Predators and prey (Part 2) Michael was dragged towards the shack. He stumbled and fell down on his knees. He looked around and saw at least five or six guys who were rubbing their bulges in front of their jeans and were glaring at him. They peered at him and his youthful body. He was so excited. So many times he had fantasized of being hardly used by some alpha males. Mr. Big and another fellow pulled Michael up. “Let’s go faggot. Stop stumble around like some sissy boy” Mr. Big growled. His dick was still sticking out of his fly and was huge. Mike wanted to feel cocks tonight and Mr. Big seemed to be at least 9 inches long and fat. “Let’s poz the little asscunt” someone whispered out of the shadows. “Yeah” another voice hailed. “Fuck him hard and give him the charged cum” Michael was so overwhelmed by all the impressions he got; he was simply following his instincts now and his instincts told him to take dick tonight. So many months he had been too afraid to visit this place and now he didn’t know why. Every guy wanted him here. They were all horny to fuck him. He never got the recognition of another male, that he was actually an attractive young guy and now he got all this and more. They arrived at the old shack and a guy opened an old wooden door. It was quite dark inside the hut. Just because some boards were missing at one side and the roof was also not complete anymore, the moon illuminated the little space. A mattress was all he could see. It was dirty and stained. It looked like it was laying here for quite a while and was regularly used for fucking. Mike was cautious about entering the hutch. “It’s…. dirty” he simply said. This was not right. He heard the guys murmur ‘Faggot’ or ‘Start stripping the little whore’. Although it seemed to be degrading for Mike, being called those names, he felt sort of honored, that so many guys got hard, just because of him. He had a low self-esteem and was now soaking up the whole atmosphere. Mr. Big and the other guy were pushing him onto the mattress. He was standing motionless there. “Strip now” Mr. Big was jerking his dick slowly. He found the little fag before and so he would be the first one breaking him in. Mike still didn’t move. “I said STRIP or I will rip your clothes from your fucking body” he shouted angry. All of a sudden Michael was scared. The whole euphoria disappeared. Three guys have entered the shack now. He could see at least six to eight guys around the hut. They were lurking In from the frontdoor and from the torn down side of the booth. “I think, I better go….. “ Mike said and the next thing he knew was, that Mr. Big slapped him into his face. He yelped in astonishment and almost looked like he would start to cry now. “Please… don’t hit me. Can I please leave” he begged the guys standing in the hut. He looked at them with pleading eyes. “Leave….?” Mr. Big said. “You want to leave…. who do you think you are you little faggot. You think, you simply walk on by and suck some dudes dick…. making all the guys horny with your blabbering and your looks and now, after all the effort we made… you simply want to leave?” The guys were still rubbing their bulges. “You made us hard, we offered you our best mattress and show great respect to you and your fuck channels and this is the way you say ‘Thank you’?” Without a warning Mr. Big punched Michael straight into his face. The 18 year old stumbled back and fell down on the heavily used mattress. He was bleeding from his nose and looked shocked. “I am repeating it the last time…. if you don’t start stripping in 10 seconds… I swear to the fucking god, I will beat you to a pulp.” Mike pulled his shirt over his head. The imprinted crest of his school was already stained from his bleeding nose. He sat there and waited for other commands. Mr. Big sighed. “Shoes and pants also. I want to see you fucking naked. We want your holes accessible. Mike shivered. And although he was in fear of his life the onlookers recognized his tiny hard dick, the minute he was stripped bare naked. Mr. Big nodded. “And now – show some respect to us. Start sucking on my cock and massage my pals through their jeans”. Mike moved closer to the edge of the mattress but he was still on his knees. He opened his mouth and took Mr. Big in. He tried to think of his teeth. He slowly massaged the guy to the left end the right. He felt their cocks pressing against the fabric. He couldn’t see it, but they guys were grinning at each other. The guy on the left slapped over Mike’s head. “Open my cage bitch – show some respect to my dick you fuck slut.” With that he turned to the guy, afraid he would get punished from Mr. Big now, for not blowing him anymore. But nothing happened. He kissed the bulge and massaged the hard dick through the pants. “Open the belt and then unbutton my jeans you whore” It was not so easy to open the belt from the opposite side. He never had the opportunity to undress another male. So he was a bit clumsy. After that he opened button after button of the jeans and quite soon he tasted his second cock in his life. He looked up at the three guys who were towering above him and mumbled to please let him go. They were only grinning at him. The third guy was spitting directly into his face and ordered him to start unpacking his dick now. They laughed and after all three dicks were released they told him to open his mouth real wide. Mike saw three big cocks surrounding him and he knew what they expected from him. Oh God…. please help me, was all that he could think.

I have many best stories but one I remember clearly is when I was 17 and moved to a big city for study, just giving into my search for sex, and also in a cruising park. I had been cruising for half an hour or so and had seen 5 guys in their 20s or something cruising who I thought were hot. They however did not make a move and I didn't either. Finally saw a guy in his 30s or so (#1) who motioned me to follow him to a spot off the track to a clear spot between the trees. He didn't waste any time and was in my tight young ass within minutes. After a few minutes he was fucking me I noticed 3 of the 5 hot guys I saw before were there too. One (#2) unzipped and forced his cock in my mouth. Only took a few minutes until he unloaded his balls down my throat. Zipped up and left. My first spitroast. When he left #1 grunted and shot his load in my hole. He left too. #3 took over and fucked me too. Shot his spunk on my ass and left. #4 took over and dumped his load IN my ass. I was horny as fuck after that, hadn't cum yet and walked around with a boner and took a few more loads that night, regardless of what the guys looked like (it was dark anyway so couldn't see much). One made me cum. He fucked so hard and deep I couldn't help myself and came. Guess they all liked a young small 17yo butt. I still remember that night today. Probably because it was my first time to take a lot of loads in a row. One of the best experiences I had.

I felt my hole twitch and a small glob of cum escape from my battered pucker as I looked at the man about to give me the fourth load of my life. 'I must be the luckiest bottom in the whole fucking world', I thought, and then paused for a moment surprising myself with how much my self identity had changed in the past two hours. I had gone from a total top who had been fucked safe once three years a go, to a bottom bitch, not just any bottom bitch but a bareback bottom bitch, and more then that a bareback bottom bitch for POZ cum. I studied Chad hungrily as he walked forward. He was taller then the others and a little thinner though still well built. He a look that I could only describe as Irish: bright red hair and beard with shocking green eyes and a healthy sprinkling of freckles across his face, chest, and arms. Ginger coloured fur grew across his chest and down his washboard abs in no real pattern just sort of everywhere. His cock was long and thick, probably just a little smaller then Chuck's, and certainly thinner then Keith’s beer can. Oh, and it was uncut. I stared at the pale flesh that covered the ruddy coloured head of his cock in wonderment as I had never seen an uncut cock in person and I wondered if it would feel different inside of me. He lifted a powerful arm to brush his hair back from his face as he knelt down between my legs exposing a thickly haired ginger pit. Had my soul not burned with lust for Chuck I probably would have given my self body and soul to Chad in that moment. He looked at me his green eyes sparkling with mischief and he directed my gaze to the underside of his left forearm where amidst the form of a twisting snake was the unmistakable biohazard mark. My heart quickened as he with one hand lifted my right leg onto his strong muscular shoulder and with the other aimed his cock at my well-fucked hole. He slid in easily but I still gasped as he bottomed out his ginger pubes coming to rest against my taint. “When we’re done with this sweet hole you’re gonna be knocked up for sure,” he said slowly withdrawing his cock, “and I’m sure glad you’re only going to be across the street. I love using Johnny’s hole but sometimes I’m just in the mood for something different and your furry little cunt is just the thing.” “Please fuck me. Please, breed my hole.” “Don’t worry boy. You’ll get the load you so badly need.” Chad closed his eyes and started to pound away at my hole. I had thought that Wes’s fucking had been merciless but that was nothing compared to this. Chad alternated between jack-hammering his cock into my now slackened hole and pulling his cock out till just the tip rested inside of me and slamming the full length back inside in one quick motion. I screamed out as his cock head repeatedly punched into my prostate. Repeatedly. He was destroying me and I loved every second of it. The room was thick with the stench of sweat and the sound of raw flesh slapping against flesh. My eyes were watering and my mouth was dry but my hole was alive with pleasure. I felt as though my whole body had vanished and nothing was left but that cock inside of me. My feelings and hunger for cock and cum had progressed I no longer just wanted his load but I needed it. I needed him to cum inside me, I needed his cock inside me, I needed to be fucked. “I’m gonna breed this sweet ass so fucking good,” Chad said, smiling at me, his face now covered with sweat. “You ready for another big load of cum, boy?” “Yes, please God give me your fucking load.” “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Chad, just like Keith had, slammed balls deep inside of me, laying there on top of me as his cock jerked and twitched spurting it’s thick frothy treasure into my awaiting guts. The sent of man sex that wafted off of Chad’s body as he lay on top of me was astounding. I found myself wishing to stay there forever under him, but slowly his cock began to soften until at last he pulled his now soft cock out of my hole with a quite plop. Slowly Chad got up and I could see the other three standing in a ring around me all sporting wood again. “Why don’t you fella’s go down to my place and breed Johnny in the sling, I wanna take my time breeding this boy for the first time.”

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

It was now getting on toward 4 in the morning, and I heard the keys jingling in the hallway again. It was Ryan from across the hall. He went straight into his room and shut the door. In a few minutes, the door opened, and he was standing next to the bed holding a glass pipe! He stared at me, expressionless, while he waved a torch back and forth under the small bowl until a thick white cloud started to travel up the stem of the pipe. Holding the pipe an inch from his lips, he inhaled deeply. I could see the white column travel from the pipe into his mouth. It was so fuckin' hot watchin' him show off like that! I reached in my bag and fished out a rock and dropped it in the small hole over the bowl of my pipe. When I looked back at him, he was finally exhaling a shitload of white smoke. I repeated the process for him, making sure I took my time heating the bowl and filling the glass tube with a hit. He fingered one of his nipples with one hand and played with his cock with the other while he watched me suck the parTy drug deep into my lungs. I'm not sure what it is, but it's so fuckin' hot parTyin' with another hot guy. Maybe it's the illicitness, or the idea that it's gonna lead to some mind blowing sex, or just the 'badboy' image that some of us crave. And then, of course, there's the actual physical effect of the drug - duh! Ryan moved forward 'til he was filling his door frame, losing some of his earlier inhibitions. He was proudly standing naked in the doorway, stroking his cock to erection, and reveling in the effect of the smoke. I dipped a spit-moistened finger in the bag and pulled out a crystal-covered fingertip (the leftover powder from the bottom of the bag. Spreading my legs, I made a show of sliding my finger deep in my ass, and massaging the drug into the inner lining of my rectum. "Fuck, man," Ryan said in a gravelly voice, as I pulled the finger out of my ass and sucked the juice and any remaining "T" under my tongue. There was a slightly metallic taste to it, so I knew I was getting the full force of the drug into my system. Ryan turned briefly back into his room, but then returned holding his towel, keys and a black leather shaving kit. He shut his door and slowly walked across to my room. "Looks like you were successful," I grinned, nodding toward the leather bag. "Ooohh, yeah," he said, comfortably flopping down on the bed facing me. "So, whadidya get?" I asked. He handed the bag to me to check. "Damn!" I said, after I unzipped the bag. I counted at least eight little bags of "T," about six syringes, and some smaller bags with individual pink pills in them. I pulled one out and held it up with a questioning look on my face. "X," he answered. "I already took one, so it should be kickin' in any time now. "And these?" I held up one of the syringes. "Yeah. I like to slam every once in awhile," he answered a little sheepishly. "Fuck. That's hot!" I said, putting everything back in the bag and handing it to him. "I did some "X" earlier, too," I grinned, flexing my pecs and rubbing my hands over my pierced tits. Without a word, Ryan moved between my legs, pushed my ankles over my head and started eating my hole like a wildman. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, as his thick tongue dug into my tingling fuckslot. Fuck - - - I can still taste my cum - - - and a little "T," he said, looking into my eyes and licking his lips. "Fuckin' chemwhore, man! - - - - Love it!" he grinned, before he dove back down in my hole. I reached over and grabbed a pair of jap clamps - used a paper towel to wipe off my sticky, sweaty tits, stretched the skin with the piercings and clamped the rubberized teeth on my aching nipples. Ryan took a break from munching on my butt, and noticed the clamps. "Fuck yeah, man! You're my kinda pig!" he said, unzipping the side of his bag and pulling out his own set of clamps. He expertly snapped them into place, the chrome connecting chain hanging between his sexy pecs. "X drives my tits crazy, man!" he snarled, swinging his upper body back and forth so that the wait of the chain tugged on his nipples. More confident than before, he sank his fat cock into my wet hole, without even asking (my kinda fucker!!!). But he seemed to enjoy it more this time, slowly pulling out while watching my stretched asslips hug his thick meat. "That looks soooooo hot, man!" he drawled, clearly falling under the spell of the party drugs. He fucked slower this time, not like the frenzied fuck earlier. Now he was clearly here to PLAY!!! "You like my big fuckin' dick, doncha?" he growled. "If I didn't know better, I woulda figured you for a top guy. Leather. Muscles, an' all that," he rambled, drilling my hole good. "Oh, I'll top if I need to," I said. "But I like my sex rough, so I figure I better look the part," I grinned, tugging on my titclamp chain. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. I like to get fucked, too. 'Specially when I party. My ass gets so fuckin' hungry, man - - - I could take on this whole place," he said, letting his cock slip out of my hole. "Ya wanna smoke some more?" he asked. "Ya don't haffta ask me twice," I grinned, stretching my legs out on his broad shoulders and then tracing the V-shape of his torso with my feet on the way down. Our pipes still had some residue in the bottom of the bowls, so we each heated up our own and did three hits apiece. I offered him a water bottle, which he gladly took. (I always bring a couple with me to keep hydrated. Refill them from the drinking fountain by the stairs.) "Damn, this is some good shit Rex had," Ryan said, holding up his pipe. "Yeah, he always manages to get the good stuff. I bought some crap from some guy at Club Dallas a coupla years ago - made me sick as a dog for days!" I answered. "Smoke?" I asked, holding up a pack of Camels. "Sure," he said, pulling one out of the pack. We lazily smoked our cigarettes while flipping through the various XXX-rated porn channels. I found an old one with Corey Jay fucking himself with a big dildo - I think it was from the "Link" Series. "He is sooooo hot," Ryan moaned, flicking the clamps on his tits with his thumbs. "You ever seen him fist?" I threw out, testing the waters of my new FFriend. "Oh yeah - 'Dr. Goodglove' - that was fuckin' hot," he replied. "Bet you'd look hot in leather," I suggested. "I got some in my room. Hold on - I'll go get it," Ryan said, flexing his abs as he sat up, the clamp chain still hanging from his tits. He went across the hall to his room, leaving both of our doors open. I watched as he put on a leather harness, two leather armbands, a biker's cap and boots. While he was doing this, a built Hispanic guy walked by, checking out both of our rooms. (Hmmmm - things were continuing to look up!) I slipped on my socks and boots, and added a pair of red and black leather armbands to the harness I'd put on earlier. Ryan closed his door and came back across to my room, shutting the door behind him. He stood, posing in the mirror a bit. "Whaddaya think?" he asked, still looking at himself and flexing his pecs. "I'd let you fuck me," I teased, bringing a smile to his face. "Oh yeah?" he said, kneeling on the bed and spreading my legs. He pushed his cock back in me, ramming it hard a couple of times to re-establish his dominance. "Yeah! That's it! Fuck me, Daddy!" I said, loud enough to be heard outside. "Take it, pig! Take my raw dick!" he yelled, getting into it. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted loudly with each thrust, hoping to catch the attention of the guy who had walked by our rooms. Then Ryan pulled out, stepped up on the mattress, straddled me and squatted over my face. "Eat my hole, pig!" he ordered. I eagerly buried my face intoo his sweaty asscrack, finding his wrinkled sphincter with my tongue. God, he tasted good. Sweaty, but not shitty. I was hoping that maybe he had douched earlier. The more I tongued, the more his hole opened. "Yeah! That's it! Eat it, fucker!" he responded, grinding his ass in circles on my face. Ryan leaned forward on his knees, completely exposing that beautiful ass, and said, "Bump me, man." He had reached into his black bag and was handing me one of the 'crystal' baggies. I coated my index finger liberally with shards of "T" and made sure I didn't have any loose pieces that would fall off. "Open up, pig!" I let him know I was ready. He reached around and grabbed his muscular cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his hole. This was no pink 'boi-hole.' He was shaved smooth, but this hole had definitely seen some use. He pushed his assring out, exposing a partial rosebud. I quickly sank my 'medicated' finger into the red inner folds of his anus. "Uuuuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" Ryan sighed/moaned, feeling the initial burn as the chems hit the delicate lining of his insides. I held my finger steady, until he started grinding his butt from side to side. I knew the 'burn' was starting to give way to slutty pleasure! I finally pulled out, sticking my finger under my tongue - enjoying the dregs of the "T," as well as the sweet taste of Ryan's superclean hole! He rolled off to one side, and carefully unclamped his nipples, moaning as the blood rushed back into the unclamped tissue. "You mind?" I asked waving the baggie near my dripping hole. "Not at all, man. Not at all," he smiled, wetting his finger with the juice from my ass and dipping it in the baggie. I lifted one leg up, and pulled my hole open with the other hand. "Hell, yeah!" I yelled, watching this hot, leatherman booty bump my hole in the mirrored ceiling. I could feel him wiping his finger inside me, trying to deposit as much of the 'crystal' as possible before pulling out. Like me, he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking off the remaining drug and the juices from my ass (which probably still had a little of his cum mixed in!). "You are sooooo much fun, man," Ryan said. "I usually don't get this comfortable with a guy so fast," he added. "Well, I just try to be upfront about what I'm looking for - ya know - skip all the games and get right down to what we're here for," I rambled. "You ever have a problem with 'Tina-dick'?" I asked. "Man, you do get right to the point," Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. But usually by that time, all I want is to get my ass worked over," he sighed, staring at our images in the mirror on the ceiling. I reached in my bag and pulled out 2 Levitras. "You ever try one o' these?" I asked, waving it in front of his eyes. "What is it," he squinted. "Levitra," I answered, popping one in my mouth and swigging it down with some water. "Hell - why not!" he said, holding out his hand. He tossed the orange pill in his mouth, and followed it with water. Ryan rolled over on top of me, grinding our cocks against each other. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, our tongues digging deep, two more sex organs tasting each other. My tit clamps slipped off, from all the sweat between our bodies - probably time to give them a break anyway. His steaming body felt so good on top of me - my hands slid up and down his muscular back, pulling him closer. I used my right leg for leverage and pushed, forcing us to roll over - winding up with me on top. He didn't resist, so I backed up on my knees, forced his legs back and dove into his musclebutt. "Yes - Sir!" he hissed, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "Eat my fuckin' hole!" I reached for the bottle of J-lube and drizzled a little on his pucker. Then started working two fingers inside. I would twist a little - then pull out. As he relaxed, I added a third finger - - - and finally a fourth. "Oh my fuckin' God!!!" he moaned, grinding his ass obscenely - fucking himself on my fingers. "Mind if I open the door?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was cool with this. "Uh - sure - - - I guess..." he sounded a little unsure. "If you don't want to, it's okay." I reassured him. "It's just - well - sometimes I get off on being watched." "Fuck! You are twisted pig!" he said, staring up at me. I wasn't sure if that was a 'yes' or a 'no.' A minute or two passed. "What're you waitin' for man? Open the fuckin' door! Let's show these guys how real men fuck!"

The first thing I usually do upon arriving at the baths is to take a spin around the place, like a general reconnaisance. Just to get a sense of the vibe, see if it's crowded, whether it's a young crowd or not. This time, it seemed pretty empty. No twinks posing, no walruses in the steam room, no nothing. So I unlocked my room, changed into a towel, and headed to the showers. It was a hot summer afternoon, and I was sweaty beyond sex appeal. It felt great to soap up, get hard, cool down. I figured I'd head for the sauna to towel off and relax. As I left the showers, I almost walked into a guy. Fuck, he was huge, towering over me. Trim beard, hairy chest, and sexy as hell. I caught his eye, he definitely caught mine, and we glanced back at each other as we passed. Sweet! The sauna is my favorite feature of this place because it's pitch black. No lights, just grope your way to an open spot on the bench. The only time you can see who's who is when light spills in around a new arrival. I was standing against the wall toweling off when my gentle giant came in. So fuckin hot just to be in the same room with him, except he headed for the group going at it in the corner. I wasn't ready for a group just yet. Hell, I literally just got there. I was hoping my eyes would adjust to the dark, but they didn't. It was just blurs and brushing arms, legs, chests, and the occasional grope. Some old guys just go for it, no matter how many times you remove their hands. I was about to head out when I felt a huge arm around my back, pulling me into a warm, solid, furry chest. It had to be him. The other hand went right for my ass. I never learned how tops with only one hand, can separate and penetrate in one smooth gesture. This time, though, it was like a huge paw, gentle but not taking no for an answer. At one point, my face was in his back, and both of his hands were pulling me against his backside while he reached back and opened my ass. After running my tongue between his shoulder blades and letting my cock slide between his furry thighs, he spun me around, clamped a hand on my head and whispered in my ear, "walk with me." My heart was racing. He pushed me forward and still kept a thumb inside my hole. I don't know how it got there without a second of pain, but I knew better than to resist. He steered me around the corner to a dark area with walls and glory holes. There was nobody there. Just me and the giant pushing me by the hips where he wanted me. He told me to face the wall, and then he was pressing behind me. Chest against my shoulders, muscular thighs against my thighs. He held my arms over my head and held both wrists with one of his huge hands. That's when I knew I'd list control of the situation. Standing against me, pinned to the wall, his cock was right at the spot where he could fuck me by just moving closer. Because of his height, it was a perfect fit. And like a heat-seeking missile, he was pressing into me. I was half resisting, half wanting it. I guess he'd opened me up so well with his thumb--the size of most guy's cocks--that he could slide on in. He was big, and I was skewered. No lube, hardly a word, and there I was taking this huge bear of a man. I couldn't. I tried to get out of his hold. He just whispered, "no way. I'm the best there is." the more I resisted, the harder he pressed until he was all the way inside. Raw. I was fucked. You can't yell rape in a bathhouse. He was so slow, sexy, gentle, and firm that I just caved. It was amazing. I loved the warmth of his hairy bid. And then he went deep and just stayed there, totally flooding my insides. He purred, "sweet ass. Thanks, bro." And then he was gone. I'd never seen him before. The connection came from a single glance. And now his seed is deep inside, status unknown. I'll always be his boy, even if I never see him again. It's enough to keep me going back more often than I ought to. Cruel, cruel summer.