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This man was definitely a man, towering over my small frame. He had to be around 6'4" and weighed around 210 or 220 pounds. He was wearing a muscle shirt and some spandex shorts and he did nothing to hide his bulge. I swear it looked like he had a baseball bat inside his shorts. I was scared and excited at the same time because I wanted to feel that monster taking my cherry. He gestured for me to enter his apartment, and once inside he shut the door and told me to strip right there by the door. I was only happy to obey. He then put a leash and collar on me and made me get down on all fours like a dog, explaining I would certainly get a massage but from this point forward I was to agree to be his bitch and call him Master. "Yes, Master," I replied whereupon he led me into his bedroom where Master took off what little clothing he had been wearing, and sitting on the edge of the bed, his huge cock rock hard and throbbing. As I looked up at Master and was admiring his huge cock I noticed a scorpion tattoo, but being young and naive I didn't think anything of it. Master looked down at me and asked "Do you like what you see?" "Yes, Master," I replied, adding "You are a god and your cock is absolutely gorgeous." "Good boy," he replied, asking "Why are you really here?" Somehow I told the truth. "Master, I want my virginity to taken by a real man and I was hoping to get bred for the first time." "Don't worry," he laughed, adding "You'll get bred and then some. Now, let the breeding begin."

Friday night. I'm at a gay bar in New Orleans(the name escapes me...if I ever knew it), buzzed and horny as all fuck.I'm out on the patio, drawing on a Rolling Rock, standing close to a hot looking guy telling his buddy how he was needing fucked that night. Medium height, balding, bearded, tight workmans body, in well worn jeans and t-shirt. I've had plenty to drink so I don't need much encouragement. I step to him, he turns to face me. I take another draw of my beer and set it down...unzip to expose my hard cock and hairy balls. "Want this?", I asked with a sneer.He looked at my throbbing cock, then up at my face. I put my hands on his shoulders and he went to his knees. He took my cock into his wet mouth. His buddy watched and grinned while he sucked me hard. And he sucked me with a purpose; the kind of cock sucking that tells you he wants you hard for a reason. I was not mistaken. He rose to his feet and dropped his jeans to the floor, turned around, bent over against the wall, produced a bottle of lube and greased his hole. All in one well practiced and fluid motion. Subtle he was not.I lined up my bare throbbing cock against his hairy hole. He took a loooong hit of poppers which he then handed to his buddy. I waited half a tick for the poppers to hit, then I inched in. His fuckhole was warm and welcoming, I slid to my balls in one long lazy slide. And only when I was balls deep did he utter a sound..."Yessss.", he hissed.And I fucked him. Right there on the patio. With men all around. I fucked his ass like I owned it. He was hungry for it alright. And he got a damn hard fuck. At one point, noticing a small gathering me men, I forced him to swing around and grab a chair. "Lets let everyone watch you get fucked!", I said. "Oh god!", he moaned as he stroked his dick. "Look up at em. Look at their faces watching you get plowed!" He did as I instructed. He looked up to see a circle of men watching his ass get used in public. "You like that raw bone, boy?" I growled. "You want my seed? My dirty cum up your fuckhole?!" "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YES!! BREED ME! PAINT MY GUTS!!", he screamed - as every head turned. Apparently, that was all he needed. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!" And damn did he. His ass muscles flexing on my cock with every squirt. THAT was all I needed. I seeded his ass deep and held it there for a long moment....making sure my toxic load was deep inside him....grinding my DNA into his guts...before pulling out very, very, slowly. I do love the whimper a fuckhole makes when I pull all the way out. My wet softening cock hung there. I made sure anyone that wanted got a look at it. The fuckhole was straightening himself, his buddy lending a hand. I pull my jeans back up, stuffed my sliney cock roughly into my jeans and grab my beer. I take a long draw and stood there, giving the fuckhole a hard silent stare...sending the message. "Thank you...Sir.", he murmured. I nod my approval, take a final draw of my beer and walk back to the bar for another.I believe every eye followed me. And it felt damn good. And yeah, I did fuck and breed another dude later that night.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty I slowly raised up off Dad’s hard cock and moved off the bed. Dad was still focused on eating the ass sitting on his face. Brent pulled out and quickly moved to where I was. I held Dad’s cock straight up and watched it slide into his hole. Dad tried to lower his legs, but Brent locked his arms around them, keeping them up in the air. Brent looked over his shoulder and nodded. I quietly stepped closer to Dad’s ass. My cock throbbed as it made contact with Dad’s hole. Holding it by the base, I started to rub his hole with my head, circling his ring. He started pushing it out, opening his hole for my cock. I was leaking pre-cum, wetting Dad’s hole. I pushed the tip into his hole, then quickly pulled out. Over and over I did this, as Brent was slowly sliding up and down on Dad’s cock. “Stop fucking teasing my hole and FUCK ME!” Dad said. I leaned forward slowly pushing my rock hard cock into my Dad’s hole. I kept sliding until I was balls deep. His hole felt so good wrapped around my cock, it was warm and wet inside. He squeezed his ring around the base of my cock, tightening, then loosening. Over and over he did this. I slowly pulled out until the head of my cock was just in him and then drove back in. He moaned into the ass on his face. I leaned in further and kissed Brent, our tongues invaded each other’s mouth. My hips were slowly pumping forward and back, driving my hard cock deep into Dad’s hole. I was so turned on that I knew I would not last long inside my Dad. Brent was moving faster and faster up and down Dad’s cock, all the while Dad was slurping on the hole over his mouth, not knowing who was fucking him. “I’m so close Brent” I whispered to him, breaking our kiss. “Breed him” The man sitting on Dad’s face tried to get up, but Brent grabbed his arm and mouthed for him to stay there. He grinned and pushed his ass back down on Dad’s face. “Tongue my fuck hole” he ordered Dad. I pumped harder into Dad’s ass. My balls were aching to shoot my load into him. I edged the area just behind the head of my cock on Dad’s ring, slowly moving in and out. When I could not hold back any more, I pushed all the way in and exploded. My cock jumped over and over and my poz load hit deep inside Dad. I had never cum that much or that hard, EVER. My head feel against Brent’s back as I tried to catch my breath. I held my cock in Dad’s ass as he squeezed his hole muscles again, trying to milk my cock. Brent mouthed “move” to me and I quickly moved to the pile of bodies on the floor, getting under a guy that was on all fours getting fucked. Brent motioned for a man to lift my legs and slide his cock into my hole. All a rouse to keep Dad from knowing I fucked him. I took the cock in my mouth that was hanging above me, as the man I was under did the same to mine. He held it deep in his mouth, even though it was only semi-hard. The man seated on Dad’s face got off and moved to his ass, then slid his cock deep inside, as Brent fucked himself on Dad’s cock. “Where by boy, Brent” Dad asked. Brent pointed to me in the pile of men. I pulled my head from out of the crotch of the guy I under, smiling at Dad. “What’s up Pop, besides your cock up Brent’s hole.” “Just wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Nope - safe sucks, raws the way to go” The guy fucking my ass chuckled and pulled out his cock, waved it in the air, showing Dad it was raw. “No raincoat here” He slammed back into me and started to pump in and out of my hole faster and faster, until he shot a load deep into me. The men all around were shooting their loads in holes, then one by one they were leaving. The cabin emptied out until it was just Dad, Brent and I. The whole time the orgy was going on, Brent continued to ride Dad’s cock. Dad was having some great staying power. “Brent, why don’t you slide your A.I.D.S cock up my son’s hot hole” Dad suggested “Why don’t I fuck you both with it” Brent said, “get your asses up in the air” Dad and I both flipped over and got on all fours, I dropped my head down to the bed, pushing my ass up more. “Looks like the boy want’s it more than Daddy” Brent said. He positioned himself behind me, lowering his cock until it was lined up with my hole and drove in deep. I let out a moan, Brent’s cock felt good in my hole. “Want some poppers, son?” “I’m good” Brent’s A.I.D.S cock slide in and out of my hole, balls slapping my ass over and over. Dad had moved into the same position that I was in. “Drew your hole is winking at me” Brent said, “Are you trying to get my cock out of your son’s hole” “Fuck yeah” Brent pulled out of my hole and moved behind Dad, slamming his cock into Dad’s hole. I could see Brent fucking my Dad when I turned my head to face them. “Bitch” I said jokingly at Dad “Damn, Daddy stole the cock right out of your hole boy” Brent said as he continued to fuck Dad’s hole. I reached back and started to rub my fingers around my hole, coating them with the cum from my ass and slid them into my hole. I had two in my hole and was moving them in and out, slowly finger fucking myself. “looks like your son is trying to entice me” “Slut” Dad said to me. I just smiled and kept fingering my hole as Brent fucked my Dad’s hole. Brent was watching me finger myself. Brent was really pounding Dad’s hole. I flipped over and through my legs into the air, then went back to fucking my hole, this time sliding three fingers into it. I was moaning like a whore in heat, when Brent pulled out of Dad’s ass. “I will fuck you more boy, but know that your Daddy gets my A.I.D.S” he said dropping to his knees. He grabbed my legs and rammed his cock into my hole. I loved it, his cock was so fucking hard. I turned to face Dad, who was slowly stroking the cock that made me. He moved closer and started to kiss me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. Brent laid down on my, still pumping his cock in me, and joined our kiss. Then pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “So close boy” He slammed back into Dad’s hole, pumping him harder and harder. His grunts were getting loud. “Here it comes Drew” he yelled He pushed all the way in and fell on top of Dad’s back, the sudden weight caused Dad to collapse on the bed, Brent went with him, his cock still buried in Dad’s ass, shooting it’s A.I.D.S in deep. They were both still breathing heavy as Brent lifted off Dad. He moved over to me and put his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and started to suck it, cleaning it of Dad’s ass juice, Brent’s A.I.D.S and my cum. “I needed that,” Dad said, “Needed a good recharge” Brent pulled out of my mouth and got off the bed. Looking right at me he said: “Boy you will get my load soon enough, I will be there for your initiation into the club” With that Brent left our cabin. I just looked at Dad. “Brent is a member, as well as Rick and Jack” he said. He went over to his bag and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his email and said: “Just waiting on two more members to respond, but everyone else said yes. I am sure those two will be there as well” he said. Even though we were basically at a huge public poz fuck club, I could not get my mind off the basement and the gang bang that would be happening when we get back. “Daddy, will Dax be there for my gang bang” “Nope, not a permanent member” Dad said laughing, “Still trying to figure that one out huh son?” I just nodded. “Hungry” Dad asked me “Starving” I said. “Let’s get a bite” he said.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

I am glad you guys are liking the story. I enjoy reading your comments, keep them coming. I mocked up what maybe the app can look like if it actually existed. pics attached. Part: 4 The rest of the weekend went uneventful. I was so busy with the house I lost track. Monday came and I had not had a chance to get back on the app. I was back at work and the wife would be back on Thursday. I was sitting at work, running reports and putting graphs together. I was about to head out to lunch in a bit so I popped open the app. I work in downtown so there were a lot of people. Almost instantly I got a notification. “4th St back alley.” I hit accept and was given further directions “Head down the alley, half way down on the left.” It was only a couple blocks away from work. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door….my coworker stopped me. “hey, a group of us are having lunch together, why don’t you join us?” The bulge in my pants was growing by the second and I was sure she could see it or perhaps it was my paranoia. “I am going to have to take a rain check, I have an important errand to run” and I slipped out. I hustled down the block, 8th, 7th, 6th, 5th, and finally 4th street, I passed it and headed towards the alley. I was just what an alley would look like, trash cans, graffiti, smelled. I walked half way down and there was a guy standing by the door way to my left, tall skinny white guy. He signaled me over. I got closer and was about to follow him through the door but he didn’t budge. “can’t bring you inside slut, you are going to take my dick here.” and he pushed me up against the trash bin. I quickly unbuckled my slacks and pulled them down. I was wearing a jock so it was easy access. I could smell the stench of piss and trash as he pushed his cock into my ass with no lube. I wanted to yelp but bit my tongue. He started a steady quick pace and then picked up speed. I kept looking around, worried someone would see it, there was not much really blocking up from view other than the trash bin, anyone could look out the window or step out of the building and see a guy in a suit bent over a trash bin getting railed by a guy. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my load.” And just like that he busted inside me. I pushed my ass back, opened my hole, trying to get as much of him in me as possible. He slipped out and slapped my ass. “nice pussy.” And walked back into the building. I pulled up my slacks, straightened my hair and went back to the office. Spent the rest of the day working with a load up my ass, wondering if people could smell it on me…

Freak Show - Part 5 Off we went through the grounds of the carnival. Lucky for me the cum on my face and in my hair had dried, so I wasn’t that much of a spectacle. Still several men looked at me with a knowing smile. Each clearly wanted to add his cum to the collection on my face. We headed around to the far side of the grounds, here were more trailers, and less crowd, muscle fucker leading the way. “Todd, where are the twins?” muscle fucker asked a guy busy working in the area. “Show time. Won’t be back for at least an hour,” he responded. “Well, fuck.” “He’s the one looking for fun?” “Yeah. I need to find some fun to hold him over until the twins are free.” “Alex is on break from parking duty. He might be up for some fun. He’s behind his trailer.” “Come on whore, we are moving again,” muscle fucker announced. I didn’t hesitate, too late to back out now, especially since I was enjoying the attention. I hadn’t had that much since the break up. At this point I wasn’t even thinking about getting poz loads, I just wanted more cock. We moved in between trailers and went around one to find Alex. Fuck me, it was the man that I paid to park, the one that set this up. He looked up and smiled. “Did you find the fun you were looking for?” “And then some.” "I have some more fun for you” he said grabbing his crotch, adding “I’m not a freak like some but I have my own uniqueness.” He undid the button in his jeans, then slowly pulled down his zipper. I watched attentively, waiting for his uniqueness to appear. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the black fur covering his chest. It was beautiful, but nothing that I could see was any different from anyone else. He pulled his jeans open, exposing his black fur covered crotch and the base of his cock. Still nothing. He looked at me and smiled. He pulled his work boots off, I scanned his feet, thinking maybe he had six toes on each foot, but was a little disappointed to see his feet were normal. “Strip for me,” he demanded. Pushing my shorts down,, I realized that I lost my shirt somewhere, so, except for my shoes, I stood there naked. “Turn around. Show me your hole.” I heard muscle fucker snicker as I turned my back to Alex and bent over. I could feel my checks open and knew he could see the butt plug lodged deep in my hole. “Keeping those freak poz loads in, huh?” Alex asked of muscle fucker. He just smiled. I looked between my legs at Alex, he was slowly pulling off his jeans. As he stood up, I saw it. Hanging from the jungle of hair in his crotch was his uncut cock. It was semi-hard. What struck me odd, was the foreskin. It hung a good half a foot or more beyond the head of his cock. “I want to be know in the show as the Foreskin Freak, but not too much call for something like that” he said “yet I keep stretching it.” “Tastes good too," muscle fucker added. I watched him stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin back, and still not exposing the head of his cock. His cock was steadily growing harder and harder. I reached back and pulled the butt plug out. “Please fuck me, breed me,” I whined. “Such a whore," Alex commented. "Actually, a poz whore," suggested muscle fucker. “Looks like I am going to add to the collection.” 'Was everyone here poz? 'I thought as I watched Alex walk towards my hole, slowly stroking his cock. I closed my eyes as his foreskin started rubbing up and down my crack. “Hold him, I don’t want him to get away,” Alex told muscle fucker, who stepped forward, pulled me up a little so my head was rested on his massive chest, as his thick arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight. With that Alex rammed his cock into my hole. Honestly, his cock slid in easily, with virtually no pain. All thanks to having been fucked by Double D and Tiny. Grabbing my hips, Alex rapidly pumping my hole, commenting “Loose fucking hole. Should have brought him to me before Tiny got him.” “Want me to slide my hand in there and jack your cock, Alex?” muscle fucker asked. “As loose as his hole is you could get both in there” Yet, Alex still fucked my hole. I could feel his crotch hair hit my ass, rubbing against my smooth skin. “Alex! Alex, your fucking break is up. Get out here and do your fucking job,” a voice said over the radio. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex exclaimed, perhaps in pleasure, perhaps in frustration. "Alex, I swear if you are fucking off right now I will chop off that foreskin, now get out here and do your job, you fucking asshole.” Alex began to pound harder and harder. I knew he was going to cum, his breath was becoming shallower and shallower. He slammed into my hole and shot his load announcing “Fucking take that toxic poz load, you loose fucking whore.” Then he abruptly withdrew from my ass, stepped over to the radio and replied “Fuck you Frank, You know how to kill a mood and a fucking hard on. I'll get there when I fucking get there. Oh, and YOUR ASS is mine.” He quickly dressed. The last thing he did was slam the butt plug back in my hole, remarking "You don’t want to loose that load, sweetheart, it’s highly toxic." Then, just as he was leaving the area he turned and said commented to muscle fucker, “I wanna another go at that hole.” “Deal” answered muscle fucker, who then turned to me and suggested “Let’s go see if the twins are free. They're always up for more than a quickie.” I pulled my shorts on and we were off. My mind quickly turned to the three way with the twins I was about to have.

I had just turned 18 and was looking for some cock. From early in life I knew I was gay and I knew I was meant to be a bottom. Now, I'm a bit of a nerd and I'm only 5'3" and weigh about 130 pounds soaking wet. My penis isn't anything to brag about. Honestly, when it's hard it's not even three inches. On this particular weekend I at home, and my parents were out of town. I want a man to use my body for his pleasure. Unfortunately to get into the local ABS I would need to be at least 21, so that wasn't an option. This was in the pre-internet days, so that left the personals in the newspaper, where I found the advertisement that would forever change my life. The ad read 'Male massage therapist for men only. I'm easy going and in my 50's but in great shape. You will leave completely satisfied or your money back'. Omg. My penis got incredibly hard reading the ad. I had no choice but to telephone the listed number. I placed the call. The very, very deep voice on the other end of the line almost gave me an orgasm. To say I loved it would be an understatement. He inquired about what type of massage I was interested in and being naive I didn't know. He then suggested a deep tissue massage, to which I eagerly agreed. He asked me what I looked like, so I described myself. "Perfect," he replied, adding "How about 8:00 PM this evening?" I agreed to the time slot, which gave me a few hours until we would meet. It also gave me some time to prepare myself in case this guy wanted to massage elsewhere with his cock. Eight o'clock finally arrived and I was standing outside of an studio apartment, wearing a pair of sandals, a wife beater shirt and shorts that showed off my ass beautifully. Then the door opened and the man who stood before me was a God.

Hungry for a protein lunch ... mouth watering for that fat piece of meat

1982 I was starting my freshman year of high school in a stupid hick town in the middle of the country. And I knew I was gay.. That knowledge came as a heavy blow. I'd never be happy or successful. I'd never be a man. My strategy was just to avoid doing anything that would set me apart. I wanted to belong and be normal --- even though I was pretending and in disguise. It worked for a long time. Our particular school had rules about what made you gay. For instance, anyone who wore green on Thursdays was gay. I had a bunch of green shirts because it had always been my favorite color. I never wore them now. My parents didn't notice my struggles because they were older and always working. Eventually, green just became associated with homosexuality. You couldn't have anything green on any day. Green was gay. The Summer before my sophomore year, Mom went and got my school supplies without even asking me what I wanted. I didn't complain. Shopping with that woman was a nightmare. But she got me a spiral notebook with a green cover. No way could I ever take that to school. I just hid it in a drawer and went to class that September, avoiding green at all times. I hated those years, but I got through them...and graduated. The day before I left for college, I was packing up all my stuff and looking forward to a new life. I came across that unused green notebook and added it along with all my other junk. The following are diary entries added to that green notebook: 9/1/85 My roommate is a total dork. Wants to be an architect, As if!! He's very religious too and plays with his watch all the time. He snores. Loudly. I went to the club fair at the student union. There was nothing I wanted to be a part of. There's an actually gay cub here!! They had a big sign above there booth that said "Someone You Know Is Gay". I didn't go near that table. 9/13/85 I hate my German teacher! He's a dick. I may go to McDonald's tonite. 9/19/85 Well, Labor Day weekend at home was real fun. Mom and Dad cooked out but looked like they had headaches the whole time. My asshole older sister was there too. We hate each other. She told me to be careful at college because college was where people strayed away from 'The Lord' at my age. hahahaha. I fucking hate her. 11/10/85 My stupid roommate dropped out to go on some mission to somewhere poor in Africa . To pray at them I guess. So I have the room to myself. YAY!!! I hate German. The mid-term is going to be a bitch. I dread this. That gay club put flyers up here. There's an actual party/dance or whatever at the union center. How could they just go be gay in the open/???? Did they dance with each other? Openly? There's a midnight showing of an Andy Warhol movie that same night. I'll probably go to it. There's a guy on my floor who is so hot looking! He might be from the middle east or Mexico or somewhere. He's brownish and has a wonderful deep voice. He said hello to me once in that voice. I bet he sings. He always wears shorts and sandals. Nice legs. I guess we all have nice legs here because the campus has so many hills. Maybe I should lift weights. 11/15/85 Well I went to see Andy Warhol's dracula movie last night. Horrible. How is he a famous artist?? The whole night was pretty bad. Idiot me went and bought beer from QT and drank a few before going out. Uggh. I don't like the taste of beer but I'm 18 now and it feels like a college thing to do. I listened to my favorite Adam Ant cassette and drank maybe three beers. I thought I'd once heard that three is the amount you need to get drunk. I finally just left the dorm and walked to the union. As soon as I got there I felt sick to my stomach. I needed to find a bathroom and hurl. The movie was on the third floor, but I went to the fourth floor bathroom. I hate throwing up, but it had to be done or I'd not be able to enjoy the movie (which I didn't up doing anyway) The bathroom was empty and I left all the beer Id drank in one of the toilets. OK. Not ever drinking again. I could hear loud music from the floor above. Oh yeah. I forgot all about the gay dance. I felt better and went down to watch the movie. I almost left several times because it was so awful. It was supposedly rated x, but there was only some bare boobs and one guy's soft penis. I left and started the walk back here. I'm almost sure I saw the deep-voiced guy outside, smoking a cigarette. Maybe it wasn't him. Either he went to the movie or was at the gay party. 11/17/85 Done with midterms! I think I aced most of them. Maybe not. Now I have to worry about finals. OH!! The guy with the baritone voice is named "Oscar". Heard somebody call him that. I hate the idea of going home for thanksgving. The drive is SO long!!! My sister always insists on saying grace and it takes her about twenty minutes. I hate her. Every thought I have about Oscar is interrupting me. I told myself I was going to be straight from now on, but it's not working out. I'm weak. Hopefully I get a good job someday and can go to a doctor to be cured of all my problems. 11/19/85 I'm home now. Back in my little kiddie bedroom. Thanksgiving was not bad I guess. My sister had a sore throat and could barely talk! HAHAHAHA! She went to bed early and I watched football with dad while mom did dishes and stuff. He let me drink wine. I liked it better than beer, but not much. He asked me if I'd met any girls so far. Can't remember exactly what I said, but it was basically a NO. I'd met a perfect guy with a deep voice and perfect body, but no way could I ever tell him that. Wine isn't so bad -- I am sleepy as hell now. zzzzz 11/25/85 I am so busy right now!!!! I take showers late, late, late at night after I'm done studying. I saw Oscar get out of the shower and didn't stop myself from looking at him! He was large and bulky with no fat that I could see. He had a line of hair down his stomach and the dick was pretty nice too!! Don't think he saw me look at him. God! What if he did???? I got in the shower stall and had a stiffy the whole time. I think I had found my dream man. But no way. He probably has a girlfriend. 12/3/85 Finished my first two finals today!! There might be a tiny chance I get all As this semester. The English final was super easy and the art history final was pretty smooth too. But the best thing was running into Oscar earlier!!!!! We were both on the same walkway through the memorial park. He was having a smoke and walking kind of slow. I caught up to him and said hi!!! He said hi back and we fell into pace together. He offered me a smoke and I accepted. I never knew how to smoke or what it was like. He told me that this whole park was very cruisy. I wasn't sure what that meant. I'd always heard cruising meant you drove hot rods around, but there were no streets here. So I asked him if he cruised here...and he told me he'd been cruising since he was 16.??I didn't ask anything more so he wouldn't think I was a moron. We got back here and I went to start studying right away. I got three finals in two days. I LOVE OSCAR!!!! I think 12/6/85 German final was pretty hard. Calculus wasn't so bad and Geology was a piece of cake. I'M DONE!!!! The dorms don't close for four more days. I can do whatever I want now! I should probably do some fucking Christmas shopping. I don't know where to buy anything or even what to buy. I did buy some cigarettes tho. I was starting to like it more and more. Watching Get Smart right now. Dumb. (later) Went to go pee and saw Oscar walking to his room carrying two bottles of wine. Guess he's done with finals too. 12/7/85 UNBELIEVABLE!!! Oscar was loitering in the dining hall after lunch and I asked him if he was going to cruise today. He said he was and invited me to go with him!!!!! He wants me to come by his room tonight!!! I seriously can't believe this!! I have to shower and pick out something to wear. It's cold out and I love smoking SO MUCH!! 12/17/85 Sorry I haven't written in so long. I have so much to report. So I went to Oscar's room that night. I was wearing a new sweater Mom had given me a while back. I knocked and he answered the door in just his underwear!!!!! He laughed and told me I was early. He was still getting dressed but told me to have a glass of wine while he finished. He had a very decent TV and so I watched Cosby Show. The wine was good. I remembered my shit experience with beer but this stuff was different. He had an ashtray on the arm of the couch and so I took out a cig and smoked. More wine and then more. He took so long. Once he came back, he looked like 100 million bucks and smelled so good. I forgot about putting on aftershave. DAMN! I wanted him to go back to just his undies, but we were ready to go. He asked if I liked the wine and I said yes. He opened the second bottle and filled two glasses all the way up. We smoked and drank and I secretly wondered if he would be okay to drive. He wanted to go cruise and I decided not to worry. We put coats on and left. It had gotten colder and the air smelled like snow. Hold on. Mom is calling me for some reason OK. I'm back. I thought we'd be going to the parking lot, but instead we went down the hill toward the park. Kept my mouth shut even tho I had about ten questions. We strayed off the sidewalk and went down to where there more trees. Cruising isn't what I thought it was. It meant that you went looking for S-E-X!!! In the dark. Everything was starting to make sense. Oscar came here to have fucks. I wondered if he wanted to have sex with me, but instead he brought me there to help him look. He said something about how the ace went dead during winter break. He liked it that way because the guys who did show up were more desperate. But nobody was there. It was too cold. I just wanted to be back at his place and drink wine and see him in his underwear. Hold on. Back. I'm here again. So Oscar lit two cigarettes and gave me one. He shivered a little and asked me if I wanted to leave. I almost said I did but then his arms wrapped around me and we were KISSING!!!!! He told me later that it was the best kiss he'd ever had. I think I dropped the cig right then. It was my first kiss of my life. He led me a little deeper into the bushes and trees. I thought my head and heart and everything would explode. Then he got different. Pushed me down to my knees and unzipped his black jeans. He wiped his cold hard dick against my cheek. I knew he wanted me to make a move and suck on it. So I did. There was no cold or park or trees anymore. Just that dick getting warmer in my mouth. No way was this happening. He moved in and out of my mouth with a cigarette still in his mouth. I was holding his legs which were still cold. He spit on my face which I thought meant I'd done a bad job. But he kept his big hands on my head. (next page) He was cold and wanted to go back. As we walked back i the frozen air with jittering teeth, he asked me if I knew about gay issues and heath issues. I think I knew what he was taking about, but played dumb. I just told him that I knew some stuff. He put one arm around me and we finally made it back to the building. There wasn't even a question about where we'd go now. We went to his room. He poured more wine and then completely undressed. He just stood there with his hard dick standing out. I knew he wanted me to do the same so I did. He looked even taller in this small space. Oscar was overwhelming in many ways. I'll finish later...Mom wants me to come down and help decorate the tree. Ughh!!! It's a fake tree that smells like our basement. The ornaments smell mold and dead mice. FUCK!!! Where was I? Oh. So my dream man and I were standing there naked. His roommate was gone I guess. We went to his bed and started exploring each other. Tongues, skin, hair. OH MY GOD!!! Then he told me that he had a sickness inside of him. I knew what he meant. Maybe his words didn't sound so bad because his voice was so sexy. I accepted it all and just let him take the lead. He FUCKED ME!!! No rubber, no nothing. He just buried that dick in me while I yelled. Nobody was around. Nobody could hear us. He fucked me like a man fucking a woman. It didn't last long. I can't say it felt good physically, but it felt good to touch minds with him. If that makes any sense 1/17/86 HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm back at school. Oscar and I are sharing a room now. His dad is a doctor and and an alumni. Oscar forced him to pull strings so we could live together. We fuck all the time now. Several times a day even. He made me go to the student health center and get tested. I had HIV. He and I are going to face this together now. I feel great!!!! I love my Oscar for life!

I had the day off from work so I went to the beach looking for a hottie to bring back to my hotel room and play with. This is what I found and now have tied up and begging for my cock. I think his tight hole is going to feel awesome on my throbbing cock. I am sure after not being able to have any play time for the past 3 weeks he is in for one hell of a load. I want him to beg for it and I want to flood his guts with it over and over until I am milked dry.

This happened several years ago. I found myself in Florida on business a day or so after a hurricane had passed through. Timing, right? Anyway, I get to my hotel and there are several satellite vans in the parking lot. It seems several of the major cable news outlets had been holed up there during the storm. Whatever. So I'm checking in and get cruised BIG TIME by a well known cable TV weather reporter. I cruise back and soon enough we are in the same elevator and he follows me to my room. We waste no time. I strip, hit my knees and suck his uncut, veiny cock. I suck cock for one purpose: To get it hard enough to fuck me. Once it get that first taste of precum, I know he's ready. I drop my pants, turn around, bend over the desk, and offer up my fuckhole. Without skipping a beat, the fucker spits in my hole and rams into me Iike he owns it. EXACTLY the way I need it. Total spit 'n shove, pump 'n dump scene. He was merciless and singular minded. This was about him getting his nut - the fuckhole be damned. And get his nut, he did. The slightest growl passing his lips as I felt his cock contracting over and over deep in my guts. And then, without warning, he ripped his cock out of me, pulled his pants up and was out the door without a word spoken the whole time; leaving me with a fuckhole full of spunk. The next morning, all the cable trucks were gone, not to be seen again for the rest of my stay. Over the years, I've seen this guy on TV off and on...gives me a chub every time.

(early 90's) It's hard to say how Jeffrey and I became s couple. We were opposites of each other in so many ways. He was careless and carefree, while I was always worried and planning and making lists. He wasn't especially neat or groomed. What I guess what I'm trying to say is that he was a slob. Unemployed, unclean and didn't give a damn. He lived in my apartment building, and we would say "hi" every once in a while -- in the elevator or at the mailboxes. Jeffrey was very tall and skinny, around my age (23), and always seemed happy. He had an unruly head of brown curls and has usually minimally dressed (with visible tattoos) I just figured he was another city weirdo...like all the others I'd met here. I'm a country boy who went to rural college and got a job in this foreign urban area. Midtown. It seems like all the misfits lived here. One night, I finally got tired of beating off to internet porn, and decided to go out to one of the many gay bars in my neighborhood. I walked to a lace called "Buddies"...with my keys spread out between the fingers of my right hand-- in case anybody tried to attack me. My work friend Anna had told me about that after she took a self-defense class. It's hard to remember now how scared I was of everything. Well I made it safely, the door guy carded me, and I went to the bar and ordered a beer. It was pretty dead, but they had a few decent pinball games. Man, I miss pinball. I was headed over to a machine, when I noticed Jeffrey sitting there.waiting for his turn at a pool table. Weirdly, I was happy to see him. I was exhilarated even. "Hi Neighbor!", I said as I tapped him on the back. "So you DO know me? I waved when you walked in, but you just went straight to the bar." "I didn't see you. Sorry." "No problem." "You like pool? I would have never guessed that." "I love it now that I know the secret....just don't care." "Huh?" "If you don't care about the game, you'll have more fun. I'm just shooting a ball --- not doing heart surgery. My life motto is 'nothing matters'." "Oh. I understand you better now." "Let's go get a drink and talk more. You'll understand everything in a few minutes." He took his two quarters off the edge of the pool table and led me along to a little table in the corner. "Want are you drinking, Jeff?" "Oh. Nothing just yet. I'm so stoned right now. I'm surprised I can still talk." "Is that why you're so happy all the time?" "Yeah...or maybe because of my philosophy: Just. Don't. Care." "I care about some stuff. I care about people. About living. Sorry, but I do." "Don't be sorry. Nothing matters. Remember?" "Yeah...okay. There's no one you care about?" There was a spark in his brown eyes. "Can I kiss you...just real quick?" "Uh..." I didn't have time to answer before his mouth was covering mine. My first kiss from a man. His breath was a little sour and I could smell body odors. "How do you feel? What do you feel?" (I wasn't sure) "I don't know anything about anything." "Yeah...well, I'm going to tell you some things. I lost my virginity years ago. I've been fucking and getting fucked ever since. I didn't even finish high school. My rich parents pay my way now. They can be stingy at times, but they don't want me moving home with them. I've been in jail several times, lost my license and I have AIDS. I'm usually stoned...all day long." Fucking hell! It all made sense. "Are you sick?" "I was only diagnosed 11 months ago. I was sick as a dog for a week, but now I'm fine. I get sores on the insides of my mouth sometimes, but that could be from anything. Wait...did you hear that?" "Hear what?" "Thunder. I swore I just heard some thunder. Listen." Sure enough. Deep rumbling from somewhere up above was moving in fairly close. It was Summer, and harsh thunderstorms were pretty much normal in this godforsaken part of the country. I'd seen some serious weather in my life, but never took it for granted. I'd never seen a tornado even though my state is famous for them. Part of my personality is always being worried that disaster is always near by. "Maybe we should go. I walked here and don't want to get soaked." "You don't get it, do you? Nothing matters. Stop caring so much about shit." I hated the attitude, but liked the guy enough to stifle my paranoia...for now. Jeffrey was coming down from his buzz a little. He wanted his happiness back and so we ordered more drinks. The thunder got louder. As his his high wore off and he drank more, he got less philosophical and and became more of a flirt...he kept kissing me and touching me and complimenting me. I enjoyed it despite myself. I could not be falling for this guy. No way. Then the thunder was right over us and the lights inside the bar flickered. "It's been fun, Jeff, but I'm going home now. Maybe we can meet here again sometime." "Fine. I'll go with you. I don't want the joint in my pocket to get damp anyway. Let's go." He gulped the rest of his last drink and we headed out. Yeah. We were in for a hell of a storm. The air was still and humid and there were no insects buzzing. No sounds at all except for cars here and there. Then a branch of lightning spread across the sky and electrified the night oxygen. I was terrified of lightning. A girl I went to junior high with had been struck by a bolt and was paralyzed. Just the memory of that made the tiny hairs on my neck stand up. I wanted to tell Jeffrey about her, but didn't want to hear about how I should stop caring. "You're thinking awfully loud, buddy." Huh? I hadn't said anything, but maybe he knew that I was troubled by the storm. "What? No. I just think this is going to be a bad storm. And..I think I just felt a drop of rain. Shit! We've still got five blocks to go." He fished in his shirt pocket and produced a fat joint. "Here. We'll smoke this on the way and you'll calm down a little." I was actually grateful for the chance to relax --- Jeffrey was a tough person to be stressed around. We smoked and walked as little spatters of Summer rain came down. "I think we're going to get wet. Let's walk faster." "Why? Are you made of sugar or something? I say we walk slower." God, he was infuriating! His parents must have been either very strict or very lax. Something had made him this way. "Fine, Jeffrey...but if we're killed now, you won't ever be able to get stoned again." Can't believe I came up with that one. The weed was giving me something extra to work with...or maybe it was the storm. "We aren't going to die from this. You really need to lighten up a little" Before I could come back with a reply, the rain started. Hard. We ducked into the doorway of a bank building that had gone out of business a decade ago. Then the rain came heavy and fast. "So much for not getting your weed wet, Jeff." "I'll dry it in the oven later. Come on." "Come on what? We have two more blocks to go." I was more curious than mad. He stripped off his sandals, pants and shirt and carried them out into the little grassy area beside the bank. What the fuck? "Free shower and free laundry!" He was serious. I took off my shirt and shoes, but not my jeans. I took out my wallet and keys to keep them safe and dry beneath my shirt. But I joined him in his stormy joy. "This is insane!" He was naked and I couldn't help but notice how thick his wet dick was. He didn't see my look because he was stretching his arms straight up in the air with his mouth open and letting the sheets of rain land on and in him. He rubbed his big bare feet in the grass as if he was using it as a scrub brush. His eyes were squeezed tight. Insanity. "Ahh! If only I'd brought a bar of soap. I can't believe you still have pants on. This is a moment you might not ever get again. Join me." Oh, fuck it. I was in this now. I took off my already wet jeans and boxers and stood there naked with him. Jeffrey was too lost in his own bliss to even notice my nudity. He was enjoying this in a way I probably never could. I just kept seeing lightning getting brighter and more severe. I might die here, naked and in public. Or I might not. I knew one thing: I'd remember this forever. Once Jeffrey finally realized I was there and I was naked, he sized me up and groaned. In the next flash of lightning, I saw his dopey smile. "You've got a nice body ... and a nice dick for a short guy. I didn't mean that in the way you think...I just meant that you're always wearing clothes..and I mean..." "It's okay. You are not offending me. How was your shower?" He was about to answer me when the thunderstorm got severe and serious. Jeffrey shouted over the noise. "I guess we better go now. It's not far." I was going to suggest we get dressed first, but he was already carrying his wet clothes away and padding toward the sidewalk. No way could I walk naked down a sidewalk -- even if a tornado was happening. I put my yucky wet jeans on and just left my underwear. Grabbed my other stuff and caught up with him. The wind started up and got stronger rapidly. I gave him my clothes to hold over his private areas. I sure as fuck didn't want to get arrested when we were so close to home, but he didn't care. He was in his own groove and loving being nude in the rain. A few cars passed us, but I guess they were just wanting to get to their destination before things got worse. They had no time to notice a naked man at night. The rain came down harder. And louder. Once we got to the lobby of our apartment building, I had decided I wanted to invite him to spend the night with me. I felt my heart beating. Was this what love was like? I don't mean the love I've always had for my parents or the two great dogs we used to have. It was a love that was connected to my crotch somehow. I was confused and not at all myself. "Jeff...would you...um...." "You live on the second floor, right? Let's go to my place. I'm on the ninth floor and have a great view. We'll watch the storm there." OK. We waited for the elevator and I prayed no one was on it. Prayer never works. There was a fat black lady with a laundry basket in her arms. She didn't even blink. She'd probably lived in this neighborhood of misfits for many years, and had most likely seen it all. I tried to mentally communicate my gratitude, but she obviously had her own shit to deal with. She got out on the fourth floor. Finally. It was just me and the nude man I thought I loved alone. As the old elevator creaked upwards, I decided to make a move. "Remember when you kissed me in the bar? I forgot to thank you." "No. I forgot to thank YOU. I've thought about kissing you since I first saw you in the laundry room. Surprised I didn't do it before now. You just always seemed to be thinking or worrying about something. So...you liked the kiss?" Ding. We were on the ninth floor. His door was all the way at the end of the hall. I let him walk in front of me so I could look at his ass. It was so compact and small -- like some kind of perfect peach. And there was a little red plus sign tattoo on the left cheek. He had HIV. I understood that, but it didn't make my heart beat any slower. Love. We got to his door (that he'd left unlocked) and went inside. It smelled like him...like sweat and dirty socks and weed. Only hours ago, I would have hated this odor, but now.... "Sorry. I'm not much of a housekeeper. Have a seat. I'll open up all the blinds and we can see this bitch of a storm. I know the perfect music for now, but I need to go to the bathroom first." After he left, I took a quick scan of the room. He didn't have much. The stereo was very expensive and impressive, though. I got nosy and looked through his CD collection. Ugh. I should have known it would be mostly stoner music from the 70's. I was a pure pop, Top 40 guy at the time. I settled back on his futon/couch just as he came back. With a semi-boner. That must have been a really good poop. Or he was feeling the same thing I was.... "Here! The perfect music for this weather event." He pulled out an old vinyl album in its original cover. Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon." This was such a stoner standard that I'd heard in college, I never understood the love for it until I heard it on Jeffrey's audio system. Every note of the first song was exquisite...and the tones seemed to come from every corner. Good speakers are worth the cost. It was heavenly. "What is this song called?" He told me, but I can't now remember now exactly what he said, My best guess is it that it was called "Great Gig in the Sky". It was beautiful. Breathe.... breathe in the air.... I was in bliss there on the couch. How was it possible for music to sound this good?? 'Get up. You're missing this. I've never seen so much lighting in my life." I stood beside him and witnessed the spectacle. A lacy curtain of lightning hung over the whole city. It was near and far, and was swallowing us whole. We just stood there and watched for a few minutes. I was lost in the weather magic, when Jeffrey's reached mine and guided it over to his rock hard cock. It felt so big and so real. I was just about to kneel down and kiss his dick, but just then a giant knife of lightning struck a giant tree across the street. I'd always pictured a moment like that as a white or blue explosion, but it was a big orange burst. I guess the tree was near a power transformer because the lights, music and AC went dead. I took my hand away from his crotch..and my worried self emerged again. I knew he wouldn't have flashlights or anything useful in a situation like this. Plus the elevator would not be working and there'd be no lights in the hallways. How would I ever make to my door now? I'd completely forgotten about the naked, erect, poz man next to me. "Shit. The power people won't get here anytime soon. They always get to this area last. Shit! What are we going to do now??" "Just what were doing." He pulled my hand back to his dick. I forgot about everything else. I decided I just wanted him and his dick. I got on my knees and took him orally. The only light came from the electric clouds outside. His head was slick and hot as it slid over my lips. It tasted like him in all the good and not-so-good ways. I'd never done this before, but felt instinctively able to take it down my throat. I only got about halfway there before I started gagging. I thought I might throw up, but didn't. He moaned and pushed his crotch into my face. "Stay right there. I'll just be a second." He disappeared into the flashing shadows and came back with a lit candle. He looked like the cover of a romance paperback as he came toward me. God, he was beautiful. How had I never seen it before? I stayed there on my knees kike a patient little slut waiting for the dick to come back. The wind brewed up and slammed rain into the windows. I felt like I was in a movie or something. "I never would have guessed you to have candles, Jeffrey." "My dealer is in Larrytown. It's a college area with lots of trippy stores. I always buy candles when I'm there. We can stay out here or go to the bedroom. I think we should go get comfortable. Follow me." His apartment was officially a studio, though the bedroom was blocked off from the living room. I followed him into his lair behind the candle glow. There were already three or four glowing candles lit already. Had he done this while he said he was in the bathroom? Or had he done both and I was too lost in the music to know how long he'd been gone. Of course his bed was unmade. I felt my chest tighten. He plopped down and spread out, stretching. I still had the gross wet jeans on, and knew I should take them off, but him to tell me to. i knew he would. "Get naked, little buddy." Told you. It's hard to get wet denim pants off of you and takes some time. "I'm not little, Jeffrey. I'm also not 'short. 5'10" isn't exactly short." I stood there, watching him stroke his heavy meat. "Sorry. When you're 6'6", everybody looks short." "Forget it. Of course I'm little compared to you. Ever washed these sheets?" "Nope. Not since I took them out of the plastic." "That's what I thought", I said as I hopped in next to him. The bed smelled strongly of his body, but it was very comfortable. He took over and positioned my body as he wanted it. I was on my back with my head over the end of the bed. He got u and stood over me. "I want that blow job to continue a little." He worked his dick into my mouth as he stood behind my head. I opened up my throat as much as I could.... "Yeah! Ever fucked a face like this? No, of course you haven't. If you get far enough. your dick finds a second hole. Yeah...let me feel yours." I tried to let him go deeper, but I couldn't breathe. He bucked and squirmed and said he'd found it. He just kept thrusting with abandon. Well, I guess this was as good as way to die as any. Just as saw colored lights in my head, he pulled out and let me gasp for air. "Sorry. I'm just obsessed with the idea of fucking that little opening down there. If I'd shot, all the cum would ave gone into your lungs probably. You'd never even feel it. You okay?" "I'm okay. My throat hurts a little." It also felt broken and ruined. "Sorry, man. We'll try again another time. Need some water?" "Nah. I'm good." He climbed in next to me. The storm seemed to be moving out.He was so large and so heated. "I need to fuck your ass now, okay?" "I want that too." "You sure?" "I'm sure." "Yo don't know quite how painful it is, do you? I basically just want to get my head in there and shoot. That way, you'll be mine forever. You will want me in your life after this...and I know I want you in mine." "sounds like a good plan, Jeffrey." "Yeah? Cool." He knelt between my legs and then put them on his shoulders. He pressed forward and I could feel that weapon of his pushing between my ass cheeks. He didn't g slow or easy. It was fast and hard. And so painful! It felt like I'd been stabbed in the ass by a knife, and I yelped. "SShhh. Hush, baby. I'm in. You might be my first virgin. Wow. Just let me go in a little more...yeah...one more inch...and...YEAH!!! I"M GONNA UNLOAD!" I wish I could say that I felt his hot cum shoot inside me, but all I felt was happy. "Thank you for the kiss and the night and the fun we had. You want to go wash up or do you just want to sleep?" I heard all that, but I was already drifting on an early dream. I felt his arms around me. We've been together ever since. He is always finding that other hole in my throat and always pumping loads into my guts. I've never been tested, because I'd hate for him to be disappointed if it came back negative. I never got "the flu". We belong to each other, and I'm sure I'll test positive eventually.

Hope you guys enjoy...always welcome feedback: Part: 1 It all started one weekend while the wife was out of town visiting her mother but I am getting ahead of myself a bit. I am married as you can tell, mid 30’s, white, and middle class. I had been married for 10 years but we didn’t have children. I had known I was gay since high school but at the time my family expected me to get married and lead the hetero life so I did. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but she is really more a friend than anything else. We don’t have sex often, and it becoming more sporadic. I had never been brave enough to do anything behind her back, but given the lack of sex I was so horny. I enjoyed scrolling through the craigslist ads and jerking off fantasizing that it was me being used. This particular weekend the wife needed to go out of town, her mom was sick and she decided it was probably best if she went to visit her for a couple weeks to help her out. As she drove away to the airport I could hardly contain the hard-on in my pants thinking of my jerk off sessions to come. It was late Friday night when I stumbled upon the ad on craigslist. It had been a long day at work, the wife was out of town, I had a few beers to relax and settled down to jerk off in front of the computer. The ad caught my eye, I wasn’t sure if it was legit but I was heavily intrigued: Headline: Looking for Bottoms for APP AD: We have a great new app for bottoms that love to take dick. It is like Uber but for loads. If you are interested in being part of the app shoot us an email with your information and we will send you a link to download and log in details. Just like Uber, just flip open the app when you need cum and we will match you with the closest available top to breed your hole. We have two levels of membership: *Silver: Newbies *Gold: Born to be bottoms Everyone starts with Silver, if you like the app and think you are ready to handle being gold, we will test you and if you pass you can upgrade your account. Our only rules are that bottoms are to take any and all loads assigned on the app. We are all inclusive and do not body shame. Your privacy is our main concern. So what are you waiting for? Shoot us a note! By the time I got to the end of the email I was rock hard. Not sure if it was the buzz I had going on or the lack of blood to the brain as it all rushed to my dick but I clicked the link and shot them a note. I finished jerking off and passed out on the couch in front of the tv, didn’t even give it a second thought.

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

***NOTE This is not my story but one I found in my old archives*** ***NOTE this is not my story, but an old breeding story I found in my Archives*** I usually go to the gym around 9 a.m., not too early to catch all the Professionals that workout before they go to work, nor too late to catch The lazy crowd, which means there are always very few people around when I’m At the gym, a couple of old guys with nothing else to do, the occasional fat guy, and a couple of younger teens, specifically the ones who seem a bit shy and intimated by all the muscle, These are my prey, these are the boys I am out to Poz. One in particular caught my eye. He usually came with a friend and they follow the same routine around the machines, but while his friend was completely focused on the workout, he would occasionally glimpse around and it was pretty easy to see what he was looking at. He was kinda of a boy next-door type, maybe 18 or so. short dark blonde hair, a bit of fuzz on his chin, medium build. His face said good boy, but his smile screamed that there was a naughty boy begging to be let out. At the beginning I wasn't that much interested. Sure I like hot guys, but today I was more focused on the gym. When I’m there I put my headphones and pretty much try to forget what's around me. But the glimpses from that kid awoke my interest and then I started to glimpse to. Ok, so I didn't know if he was looking because he was interested of just because, as is common in a gym, you kinda look for the guy with the better body to see what he is doing. And usually I was that guy. I’m 28, pretty young myself as far as many guys go, But I have the build and look of someone older. At just 6ft I tend t tower over most guys, which adds to my own sense of confidence and natural dominance. That, and being ripped from working at the gym five days a week tends to turn the eye. I'm a pretty good view, especially for a young guy who's just starting to grow his muscles like the kid. So much looking was starting to get my juices to flow and I started to put on a show for this kid. He wanted to see muscles, I was going to indulge him I was still doing my routine but was doing my movements slower and more exaggerated, and then checking myself out at the mirrors and pulling my shirt up often to check my biceps and my abs. I could see by the corner of my eyes that the guy was looking more and more. I had to wonder if the kid still thought I hadn’t noticed him, I always made sure not to make eye contact yet, but I could feel his eyes on me often. It’s nice to have a guy fawn over you, but he had got my cock going and I'm not a very patient guy. I decided to make my move to see if was getting something from here, or else it would be better to focused on the workout and not lose time with horny kids. I got my chance when he finally left his friend on a machine and started to put weights in a bar and lied on the bench to start pressing. Seeing that he was pressing to much weight for his size (which is quite usual with cocky young guys) I went there and asked him, while he was still pressing, if he needed me to spot him. Of course he said he was ok, but I just needed to get the conversation started. "You got a nice body for a young guy. How old are you?" I asked him, while staring right into his eyes. "I'm eighteen." He said looking right back. "And I guess it's ok, I just started to workout a couple of months ago." He said back to me, returning the gaze into my eyes, such a mistake. Kids like him really don’t understand the power someone like me can have over them with a good powerful gaze. "Let me see your biceps" He got up and pulled his sleeves back to show me his arms and I touched muscles. My hand just stay there pressing and caressing without being to obvious for the other people in the gym. He just smiled. "Nice. Now let me see your abs." He pulled is shirt up, I’ll say this, the kid wasn’t nearly as ripped as me but his body was hot. The chest was hairy and nearly smooth except for a trail of fuzz leading down his shorts. I got my hand on his belly and slowly moved downwards along his treasure trail and then, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, I just grab his cock through his shorts. The look of surprise in his eyes got me even more turned on This muscles is growing nicely to" And squeezed harder, when he made no attempt to pull away, I knew I had him, I was going to breed this kid and make him beg for it. "You wanna get fucked, don’t you kid? Ditch you friend and follow me, Boy. Daddy needs that hole." He was still hesitant, but only superficially. "I don't know, I, have to grab some stuff" I smiled; I knew I had him; I could wait a little bit more. "Well, I’m ready now, but I’ll wait for you for about 15 minutes. I'll wait for you in my car in front of the gym for 15 minutes, and then I’m gone. If you show up, its your choice Boy, Oh and don't shower." I let go of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and started to walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him go to meet his friend and seem to let him know he was going. I grinned; this kid’s neg ass was going to be mine. On those 15 minutes I could see the kid looking at me again and again, this time with a look full of lust but also uncertainty. It probably wasn’t the first time a guy touched him, but it defiantly seemed that no one had ever been this forward about it, more importantly it was obvious he wanted more. A couple of minutes later I was seated in my car waiting for the kid to show up. I thought back to my grip on his cock, the look of shock and, yes, fear in his eyes, I fed off that, such a turn on. As time ticked by I lost sight of him and checked the time. I was sure he would not fail me expectation. When I was starting to think I was loosing my time with this kid, I see his friend leaving the gym, all by himself, which made me wait a few more minutes. Maybe he was just waiting for his friend to go away so he wouldn't be seen with me. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened A few minutes later I saw him leaving the gym and walking to my car. I could see he was nervous but also excited. My cock surged in my shorts; already I could see this kid impaled on my raw cock. He entered my car, sat down and smiled. Time to change the rules of the game now. "Hi. So what's your name kid?" "Billy, I mean William." I smiled a little. It's always funny seeing young guys trying to measure up, to seem more mature then they are. But I also knew what younger guys look for in older stronger men. They look for a dominant man and I was going to give him exactly that. “Well William, as of now your name is “Boy” if you are very, very lucky, I may call you ‘good boy’” I said as I locked the car. I could see the change in his expression; it was the looks of excitement clashing with uncertainty. “And my name is Daddy, or Sir. That is all you need to know Boy.” I said and pulled out I started driving to my place and the kid was just looking around nervous, uncertain, and damned horny. Each time he reached to grab his cock I gave him a firm slap. “Save it for when we get back Boy.” “Y-Yes Sir!” he said quickly. How soon they learn. It was a good 10min till my place so I decided to find a bit more about my new plaything. "So you ever been fucked before Boy?" I said casually, making sure that before he could answer I put my hand on his leg. "You gonna love my cock inside you Boy, everyone does." He just smiles nervously. Such a hot smile. I pulled to my driveway and we got out of the car. I felt his ass trough the shorts with one hand and open the door with the other hand. I could see he was getting more and more excited. His cock was visibly tenant and, yes, leaking precum enough to make a wetspot. The kid continues to impress me. We entered the house and the instant the door shut and was locked I was on him. My hand when inside his shorts to check his hole straight away. It was surprisingly smoothed, puckered and really tight, as I liked. This gonna be a helluva fuck, I thought, I knew his hole would never be the same by the time I finished breeding him He made to move away from me but I just held him in the steel grip of my other arm as I continued to finger his hole. I could just drop the kid's shorts right now and fuck him right then and there. It would satisfy the primal hunger inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted to break this kid, to make him into a true slut in his very first fuck. He is squirming more now and I decide to settle him down a bit. While I’m still opening his hole with one hand, I grab his head with the other and shove my tongue down his throat. He was a good kisser for a kid, and as I turned him around to face me I figured I would turn him up even more and let his hands go. His hand were everywhere, feeling my muscular sweat slick body and trying to to pull my clothes off. I oblige and pull my sweat soaked shirt so he can admire my body. I can see the lust in his eyes as he sees my chest, ripped, hard as steel, and covered in a short soft fuzz. I'm sure the real thing was better than he had imagined as he takes in my body. The whole time I had wondered just how much of my sweat he would put up with. Im,’ a clean guy, but I have no love for chemicals or fake scents. I am a real man, and I smell like one. After a morning at the gym my body is covered in sweat and stinking of my Musk. I wait to see if he hesitates and instead he goes straight to my nipples and sucks and bites both of them with such energy, you my think he wanted to be breastfed by me. “Fuck, good boy” I say, and I hear him Moan.. That’s it, I tell myself, your want to hear me say that don’t you? He then, moves between my huge tits for a whiule before moving to my immense Bicep. He starts to actively lick the sweat along my tensing muscles and then the kids surprises me yet again as he lifts my arm up and goes after my rank armpit. Fuck, this kid did everything right, i didn't even have to guide him. My cock surges, I may have just found a natural Fuckpig, time to push things a bit more. “You like that sweat boy? You like the stink of a REAL man? Do you?” I say and begin to lower my arm. I can hear him groan a muffled ‘Yef Fir’ as he sucks the sweat from my pit, sucking the wet hair of my underarm. “Good Boy! Keep it up and make Daddy proud” I saw, and lower my arm and squeeze. His word goes dark as I cut off air from him, his face and nose is trapped in my under arm, feeding him my Man funk, getting his lungs nice and full of my musk. God its such a Power trip, I can feel him squirm as his air supply goes thin. I keep him smothered in my pit right up to the point he’ll pass out and yank him free. “Did you like that Boy?” I bark at him, his face soaked in my sweat as I watch him gasp like a fish. “Yes Sir” he says breathlessly. I smile and Spit in his face. “Then go for more Boy!” And stuff him into my other Pit, just as rank as the first. Again I feel him suck and lick, drinking my sweat. His head must be so lightheaded for now. As nice as it is ridding the power of a boy sucking pits, I had another purpose to all this. Breathing nothing but sweat for 10min solid leaves a guy light headed and weak, perfect for what I had planned when I take his hole. Finally when I felt he was about to pass out again, I pulled him free and at the same time I forced him to his knees and dropped my shorts revealing my 8" uncut cock, fat as a beer can. I’m really proud of more foreskin, it traps a mans purest funk and stink inside, I was going to love this. I yanked back his hair to make him open up for my cock. “Suck it boy, your spit is all the Lube you get,” I said as he all willingly went after my cock. Trying to get it all to his throat as only a virgin tries to do, and consequently choking on the meat. I love that sound of choking; I took it out to let him breath and shove it a second time. This time he knew better and didn't try to swallow my cock but instead start sucking it and drinking the precum that was oozing from under my heavy foreskin. He wasn’t bad as he sucked my huge cock, he didn’t even seem to mid the waxy Smegma under the foreskin as he slobbered and left it a spit covered mess. I soon got into a rhythm fucking his face for a few minutes, but what I wanted was his ass, and it was way pass time to show this boy what he was to me. Yanking my cock out I slapped his face a few times, laughing as I watched the smears of precum splatter across his lips. “Enough foreplay Boy, time to get fucked.” I said as I picked him up and took him to my bedroom, throwing him on the bed. "Get in all fours and raise your ass kid,” I shouted. His look now was a mix of horniness and immense fear. He was finally realizing he was going to get fucked by a man. Whatever he chooses to do the rest of his life, he could never erase the fact he would be fucked like a bitch. But like all young guys, whatever his head was thinking was completely blackout by what his hard cock was thinking. And his hard cock was begging for a hard fat cock to enter is ass and fuck him silly. So he got on the bed and raised his ass for me, showing me his pink tight hole. As I watched it wink, I had to wonder if he had any Idea just what I had planned for him, if he realized his life would be forever changed by what I would do to him. "Spread your cheeks with your hands" I shouted as I leaned in and licked his ass. Nice, smooth, and tasting of his own sweat. He obeyed by lowering his face to the bed and spreading those cheeks with his hands. His hole was still closed, even with his hands spreading his cheeks, but that's what you get with virgins, nice tight holes that haven't learn how to wink. I usually would just fuck away and open his hole with the sheer force of my hard cock. But I had specifically told him not to shower after the workout so I could have something to savor before I fuck him. I got on my knees on the bed and just licked his ass from top to bottom taking all the taste, sweat, ass, shit, all mix into the best taste there is. Virgin Ass The kid started to moan like a bitch. I started nibbling on his hole to force it to open and then shoving my tongue inside the ring. Fuck I could eat a kid's sweaty ass everyday for the rest of my life and I would be happy. I shove one finger inside him just making him moan more. He was not totally open but I didn't want to open him with my finger. I wanted him to feel some pain when my cock entered and tore into him wanted him to feel it totally, the pain and the pleasure, to feel and know I was taking his cherry, his virginity, his innocence. My poz cock throbbed and drooled, knowing it was getting close to its Prey. “Are you going to put a condom on?” He said. The question actually surprised me enough I lost my focus for a moment. This kid was asking me this now? On his heads and knees, ass dripping my spit, my cock throbbing against his hole, he was asking now? I frowned inside, obviously this kid was not the natural born FuckPig I had him pegged as, I needed to change that, and I knew I was going to. “Just relax boy, don’t think about it, you are here to get fucked Boy, that’s it.” I said and pressed my oozing Death Stick toward his hole, letting the foreskin slide around a it. I reached down and pulled on a nipple, making him moan and tremble, that got him. “Ok s-sir, just, don’t cum inside me” he said and I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I wasn’t going to even think of answering that, I was going to break this pig and he was going to beg for it. I spat on my cock some more and leaned in for the kill. I was going to fuck him raw so I could breed him, as I was his first. I always like to mark my territory like animals do. I was going to breed this kid so he would have my seed in him forever, something to remember the day he gave his ass like a bitch for the first, but not the last time I positioned my cock next to his hole, and grabbing his waist. “This is it boy, today you become a Fuckpig.” I said and shoved it inside with all my strength. The kid shouted in pain that echoed the room as he felt the destruction of his cherry. He bucked and tried to pull away from me but it was far too late now. I was almost all the way in and he was going to get fucked. I started to move my hard cock in and out slowly so he could recover, but I knew he still felt some pain. Still, I guess that’s what you get when you agree to get fucked like a bitch. You can’t feel sorry for pigs like this, you have to show them their place in the world, what they exist for. I'm sure the kid wouldn't want it any other way and he should have. It was like branding a café, it hurt for a while, and the mark would be with them forever. But after it, they would belong to you. He never told me to stop, even when it was apparent that it was painful, which makes me think he is going to be a bitch for the rest of his life. “There’s a good fuckpig! Your ass is mine now, your hole is mine! This what you wanted from the very begging isn’t it! “Yes Sir!” I watched his face clench in pain, I knew his hole must be ripping a bit, but I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure not his. His purpose was for me to break and breed. Another hole to get charged by my toxic poz load. I started to pick up the pace and he started to moan louder. I knew he was slowly passing into the point where pain became pleasure, that brutalizing his ass was just what he wanted now. He didn't have to tell me, I knew he wanted harder and a started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, in a way for him, there wasn’t going to be. I grabbed his shoulder and forced my poz cock deeper inside of him. There was a loud banging sound as my crotch and balls hilted his ass. This kid was going to miss the gym for a week at least. I don't know how he was going to sit at all for a few days but I really didn’t care. His ass is going to be in a bad shape, but that's what you get for being a bitch boy. I fuck him harder and harder as I sense my cum building. I feel so horny but at the same time I feel so happy for the kid. After today he is going to have my cum inside him, the cum of a Real man inside his ass forever. Already I can feel my Hot swimmers begging to bore into his ass. Gonna be full of real man juice up his bowels, and I guess that’s the dream of any good bitch. He was probably fantasizing about that back at the gym when he was looking around. Probably searching for the right man to fill that tight pussy. As My balls boil I wonder if the kid has any idea just what sort of Man he has decided to breed him. I want this to last but I know I am getting close to nutting him. “This is it FuckPig! In a few moments I’m going to breed that ass of yours! Going to fire my hot raw seed right into your ass and knock you up. Is that what you want?” The kid just moans. “What was that Slut? I didn’t hear you!” “I want it!” “What do you want slut? I say, Slam fucking into him with each word” “Want want your cum inside me!” “Beg me for it! Beg for my seed!” “Please Sir! Please Breed ME!” he says, sobbing and moaning. I laugh, time to Poz him up. “That’s it! Take my Bare load! Take my POZ Bare Load!” I push the deepest I can and fell my cock explode with an orgasm that rocks my body. I unload a torrent of hot tick juice inside of him, my balls pumping out their charge seed as I hold him tight. I dig into him as I keep cumming, my poz seed blasting his wrecked hole so much that it completely fills his ass and bowels. I watch some of the slime ooze out, as I stay rooted deep inside him. Already I can feel my Swimmers boring into him, doing their part to seed this boy. I gently almost lovingly lick his body now as my load does its work. “There’s a good boy, feel my cum in you now. It’s going to be inside you forever. A part of me is always going to be in you boy, your balls and cum will never e the same” I say as I hold him tight against me. I am surprised to hear him sobbing gently. For a moment I wonder if he realizes what I have done to him. I'm spent so I just get off him. I guess he came somewhere during the fuck because they’re cum all over the sheets. I don't care; he's just a bitch boy. If I want to give pleasure to someone I’ll get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. This kid is just a cum dump, a masturbatory tool, it's fine as long as I cum. Anyway he seems to have love it. He lies in the bed breathing heavily, hole still open and shining, some juices flowing out. I guess that the tight closed hole is gone forever. Next dude that fucks him can just shove his hard dick inside this kid without lube. I pick his clothes of the floor and throw them to the bed. "Hey kid, I have stuff to do, ok. See you at the gym". He looks at me kind surprise. What did he think, that I would cook lunch For him and we would watch Will and Grace reruns all afternoon while we Cuddle in the couch. He get up and starts to dress and walk to the door. I grab his ass while he's leaving, stick a finger inside his hole and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He smiles at me and leaves a bit happier. I guess that's better, after all I plant to dump another load inside that ass as soon as possible

I`d had a busy day on the road and was looking forward to checking into my hotel, having a shower and a couple of drinks. My day got worse when I pulled up outside to see there was a sign saying it was closed due to a gas leak in the kitchen. I saw one of the reception staff and she told me there was a hotel on the same street that I could go to. Things were bad but, they went even further downhill very quickly when I saw the hotel. The place I was supposed to be staying in was 5star with reception staff in uniforms. This place had a stroppy black kid who demanded £50 cash for a room. I could here him telling his mate in the back room that he`d just" fleeced some white cunt" which pissed me off no end. he was obviously keeping the cash for himself. Anyway I was in no mood to argue and trundled off to my room. It was suprisingly not a bad room so I opened a beer and settled down. I decided that I would have a shower then try to find somewhere for food. I felt a lot better after a nice shower and went to get another beer from my bag. I was naked when I came out the bathroom and got a shock when that fucking black kid was raking through my bag. I shouted at him to get the fuck out of my room but he just laughed and told me to fuck off. What I didnt know was his mate was standing behind me. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me to the floor. Then he kicked me full in the stomach, he then jumped on me and punched me a few times in the head. He laughed at me and told me" not so hard are you now you white cunt". His mate said" he`ll be hard if you stick that big cock of yours up him Delroy " I realised I was in serious trouble now as the stroppy kid came over and knelt on my arms and pulled my legs right back exposing my arse to Delroy. The kid was called Kenny and he unzipped his trousers and smacked me in the face with his big black cock. " fancy this white boy?" he said wiping his cock over my face. I couldnt move. I was on my back with Kenny kneeling on my arms and my legs up against my chest. I could feel something at my arse, and then real pain as Delroy pushed his huge cock up me." you want some black jizz up you white boy? he said There was nothing I could do. I was overpowered by them and they were `nt going to let me go till they`d had their fill of fucking me. Delroy was pounding me hard and the pain was unreal. His cock was massive and it felt like it had torn my hole. When he came he pushed the full length in and filled my arse with his black seed. "you fucking like that white boy?. you fucking like a load of black spunk up your white arse do you?" He withdrew his cock and wiped it over my face and changed places with Kenny. Kenny slipped up me easily. he wasnt as big as Delroy plus there was a heavy load of spunk to lubricate him. He started to fuck me really hard and I felt his spunk gush out of his cock and mix in with Delroys load. Delroy was laughing " thats a nice loaded white arse you have there boy". I thought it was over but realised that Kenny was still hard, and still up my arse. He just kept thrusting in me and after about 5 mins shot another load up me. My hole was leaking spunk and blood all over the carpet but it didnt stop them. Delroy was wanking himself in my face and Kenny had 2 fingers up my arse pushing all their black seed up me. Delroy was about to shoot and he took great pleasure in blowing all over my face and pushing his big black cock in my mouth making me swallow some of his spunk. Then it was over. They got dressed,still laughing at me. Delroy said he was coming back later with some more friends to " give your pretty white arse a good ganging". Then they left. I quickly got dressed and legged it to my car. I could hear them laughing as i ran past reception still with their spunk running out of my ruined hole .

So like many others on here I struggle with monogamous relationships. I can handle it just fine for about 6-9 months and then it's like the floodgates are opened and the urge to have sex with other men cannot be curbed longer. I have this relationship now I've been in for a bit over a year and the past 3 months have just been overfilled with sex with others. I have a really slutty Grindr profile that just encourages guys to contact me for sex and since I have "neg on prep" most guys can be convinced to go BB after I have convinced them that I don't fuck that many guys BB (yeah right... total lie lol). This summer has been some kind of a record for me as I've had some low activity at work (freelance) and my libido has been ever present. The pride week in particular was nuts. The BF was going to see his friends so I had some hours to spare. I contacted first a couple I know who were in town since we had intended to meet up for sex. We weren't sure we would have chemistry so we had drinks near my house with the option to fuck after. Suffice to say we were all horny from the first moment and went home quickly. They are both tops so we started out with some sucking each other followed by a nice spit roasting session where one came in my mouth which I fed in a cum kiss to his man that then came violently in my ass. They left and a regular fuck buddy had contacted me and asked to come over. He gets really into the slutty son / breeding dad play so I was excited. He was an hour away so I was killing time on Grindr when a faceless Grindr profile contacts me from 200m away. Turns out he's a discreet top that needed to dump a load so I told him to come immediately if he didn't mind a quick one. He came over was a nice young guy who is into trained hairy ass (like mine). Was super turned on by my cum filled hole and bred me deep after about 10 min of fucking. Thanked me and left. 10 min later my "sir" came and found my wet hole with his fingers. He prefers to be the first to mark my ass so he punished my for being a slutty boy but understood and fucked me good and sloppy for about 30 minutes before planting his load deep in my ass. I snapped some of it with my fingers as my well used hole was leaking cum and ass juices. He left and my BF came home about 45 min later. He was horny as fuck so wanted to fuck and breed my ass. I of course obliged though he was really churning the cream at that point and there were big globs of cum pooling on his dick (I noticed when I looked back). I said it was because I had used a lot of boybutter (the lube). Though it was pretty obviously cum and he was really into how sloppy my hole was. Next: my weekend getaway with a crush online... (while bf visiting his family).

I used to be more awkward at group play. Somebody was always jealous or left out or partial to one or the other. My exes would just cheat but get angry if I got attention... dumb shit, petty squabbling! Converting over into the poz-camp and not being so picky certainly has helped a lot! Most of the time it is my man (who accidentally converted me) and I both go hunting together as a team. We go on the prowl on grindr, Scruff, bbrt and in the flesh... sometimes a dude gives one of us attention, sometimes both... some players will be sneaky like habitual cheaters, others bold about their preference. We try not to let all that derail us... 'go with it', I told my man. I have encouraged him to go 'slam-dunk' a cheating punk (still pretending to be goody-two-shoes, but known as a poz cum-dumpster) and encouraged him to go take a load from a dude when I 'couldn't wrap my head around his physical appearance' (daddies with big guts etc) We are very similar in our kinkiness and full commitment to 'sports-fucking'. But physically we are very different... well he only slightly shorter, I have much bigger hands and feet, but his cock seems larger. But he loves how mine is fatter. He is MUCH younger, but hairier and doesn't tan like I do. I have full hair but he is worried about his hair-line... we both fit into size 31 jeans but he is self-conscious about a bit of flab. He started the whole 'extra-curricula-sex' activity when I 'uncovered his plot' to get dickage on the side... after the initial rage I had a calm phase and proposed a 'total sports-fucking strategy'... with few rules. We incorporated predictable 'awkward moments' and bias from players... and decided to 'hang in' until the end of the game and then do the score with a stiff upper lip... maybe even volunteer to be side-lined and taken off the playing field... maybe even pretending a fake injury and let the other be a star... "Oh don't mind my man! He pulled a muscle yesterday and he LOVES to watch!" We did one couple from Chicago (looked like total urban circuit boys/brothers) jaded, inked, professional players... but a line in the profile should have tipped us off for potential trouble: 'should be EQUAL attention to both and NO ONE LEFT OUT'... yeahhh, that seems to be a pre-existing condition and narrow parameters... turned out that one was a needy, nervous control freak who called a FOUL in the middle of the game when his more alpha-bro was tongue-kissing my man with one or the other having his raw cock up his hole... I don't recall, lol... I was fucking the other, I think, but his eyes were on 'guarding his man' making sure his lust wouldn't show too much enthusiasm... "NO KISSING!" he spurted out with nervous alarm and his man complied with what seemed to be a recurring problem with him... well they had issues... we played the game to the quick end for what it was worth and left with a great sense of 'team-spirit' I don't have that problem with 'feeling neglected', trying to incorporate that into devising better game strategies, working on my strengths, my leaner physique, my penchant for exhibitionism... I can let a total jerk selfishly breed my man and kiss all they want... I only once pulled the fire-alarm when my man sat on the couch with a naked player AFTER THE GAME where he had already taken the player's load and then they were making out 'post-coitus' like little girls... I said: "Hey stop with your Lesbian shit!" I need to get over that! I went to a sex-party by myself a few days ago, my man insisted I go - by myself!!! : group-sex performance ON STAGE. My man said: "Hey, it's your birthday and I don't like to be naked in front of a lot of people!" He lived vicariously through my blow-by-blow descriptions the next day... love how casual we have gotten about that. Turns out that one of the guys who comes over to breed my man at home when I step aside was the best fuck of the night ON STAGE for me there... but I have gotten so jaded that I didn't even figure out WHO he was until the next day when my man said: "Yeah you know Tim!! he has been over a few times but you never seemed interested!" No sometimes I just like my man to get all the attention, the dick and cum and just watch... but catch myself watching some movie on TV instead lol... Hey, not every game is exciting!

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Had my first opportunity to stealth 3 bottoms these past few weeks. "Of course I'm clean..." Nothing better than feeling the condom tear the rest of the way through when you're buried balls-deep in a hot young twink.

Once, I got genital warts, but because I'm a cocksucker, I got em IN MY THROAT. The clinic sent me to a specialist in Infectious Diseases. I didn't recognize the name when I made the appt. I didn't recognize him till he walked into the examining room. It was a str8 guy I went to college with. A str8 guy who couldn't stand me in college. And there I sat on one of those paper-covered exam tables - a referral from the public STD clinic downtown. With genital warts. IN MY THROAT. Who the fuck gets that? Taking a cue from me, he pretended not to recognize me. But his smug grin got bigger and bigger as he examined me. Playing dumb, he began asking questions. I turned red and stared at my feet, avoiding eye contact. "So I take it you're a homosexual?" Me: "Yes." He grinned. I'd just confirmed what he'd accused me of in college. "And you... engage in oral sex with men?" Me: "Yes." Him: "That's how you got genital warts in your throat?" Me: "I assume so." Him: "You assume so? Could you have contracted them some other way?" Me: "No. No, it couldn't have been any other way." Him: "So your partner had penile warts?" Me: "Some of them did, yes." Him: "Some of them?" Me: "Yes." Him: "So you've had multiple partners?" Me: "Yes." Him: "How many partners would you say you've had? 10? 20? More?" I was silent. "So, more. Would you characterize yourself as... promiscuous?" I stayed silent. He repeated, "You're promiscuous?" Me: "Yes." Him: "Extremely promiscuous?" I stayed silent, then whispered, "Yes. I'm... extremely promiscuous." He snorted. "Typical homosexual. Typical homosexual. Where do you meet men?" Me: "In adult bookstores." Him: "Oh, classy. Very classy! You do it right there IN the adult bookstore?" Me: "Yes." He put his head back and laughed. "Like a farm animal. Just out of curiosity, do you perform oral sex on... black men?" Me: "Yes." He snorted again. "Figures." He dropped all pretense of not recognizing me. "You've worked on it, but you still have that lisp. Bro, you have ended up the lowest of the low. Tell me, Randy, is it genetic? I mean... was your mama a slut like you? Did your mama like dick like you do?" When I came back a week later to have the warts removed, he used a device to go down my throat and shave them off, cauterizing as he went. I was 'twilighted,' not anesthetized; I remember seeing flashes of light. That was the cauterizing part. I kept squeezing the nurse's hand, fighting down panic. I swear I heard the doctor sneer, "You'd think he'd be used to having a big hose down the back of his throat." Even though she was squeezing my hand and comforting me, the nurse laughed, too.

...I know what you want, you dirty faggot...

Chapter Nine The room was quiet as I took my seat back on the exam table. The doctor positioned two stools in front of me, about 2 feet apart, sliding a steel table in between them. As he moved back and forth to cabinets on the side of the room, collecting tools, his huge cock bounced back and forth off his hairy thighs. I watched him place a tray on the table, which had two rubber strips, alcohol pads, and two syringes. He glanced my way, winking and grinning evilly. The Priest was standing near the door, he had removed his cincher belt and dropped it to the floor. I watched as he removed the hood covering his head, revealing his identity to me. He was very pale, with a buzz cut hair cut, clean shaven, with intense amber eyes. As he opened the robe to remove it, his nude body was exposed to me. He was completely smooth except for a batch of red hair right about his hanging, uncut cock. The foreskin covers his cock head completely. His nuts were smooth, but were pulled tight up against his body. “Ready?” the doctor asked the Priest. Simply nodding, the Priest joined the doctor in front of me and sat on a stool, as the doctor sat on the other. Now facing each other, the Priest grabbed a rubber strip, pulled the doctor’s arm out and tied it around this bicep tightly. I watched him slap the area inside the doctor’s elbow multiple times, then pressing his finger into the area, searching. Satisfied in his findings, he opened an alcohol pad, wiping it all over the area of the doctor’s arm. The Priest positioned the needle of the syringe against the Doctor’s arm and slowly pushed in. Under the table the doctor’s cock was slowly expanding and growing. The Priest slowly pulled the plunger out of the syringe, causing blood to fill the chamber. It was so slow, the blood pumped in with every heart beat. Once it was full, he pulled the needle out. He stood, pulled the doctor’s arm towards him and licked the small drop of blood off the arm. Once he was reseated, I watched the doctor repeat the process on the Priest, who had his eyes closed the entire time. His lips moved, yet was silent. The Doctor’s cock jumped and bounced under the table, the entire time. Once the needle was removed from the Priest’s arm, he moved it to his own mouth and licked the small amount of blood from his arm. The table and stools were moved out of the way, but the tray holding the two syringes of blood were close by. The Priest and the Doctor stood facing each other, leaving a space between. Without a word of warning, the Priest grabbed me by the hair, forcefully pulling me to the floor between them. His hands turned my head until I was face to face with the serpent cock between the doctors legs. “OPEN!” the Priest ordered. I opened my mouth until the skin of my lips were pulled so tight they felt like they were ripping. The Doctor thrusted his hips forward, pushing his massive cock deep into my throat causing me to choke. I moved back trying to get a way, but the Priest’s legs blocked my escape. Stepping forward the doctor thrusted his cock in deeper, choking me again. The Priest’s hands had gripped the side of my head by the hair, holding it steady. The doctor continued pushing his cock deeper and deeper, choking me, until it popped in and filled my throat. His balls pushed against my chin as his massive cock head cut off my air supply. I pushed at his hairy thighs, trying to free myself, but he would not move. Tears flowed out of my eyes as panic set in. Shortly after that relief came as he pulled his cock out. It was covered with a thick mucus like spit from my throat. The Priest turned me around to face his crotch. His cock had grown thick and long yet the foreskin still covered the head. The Doctor grabbed my hair, holding me still as the Priest forced his cock into my mouth and throat. I swallowed his cock easier, sensing this the Priest started to face fuck me. Pulling his cock out, then slamming it in. There were times that I could easily deep throat him, but others were just him stabbing at my throat causing me to gag. I was turned again facing the Doctor, who drove his massive cock deep into my throat, cutting off my air once again.My face was deep into his crotch, held there by the body of the Priest that was pressing me more and more into the Doctor. I tried to relax, but panic kicked in. I could feel the Priest’s hard cock pressing into the back of my head. Both the Doctor and the Priest released me - I gasp for breath. The Doctor grabbed me under my arms, lifting me up and throwing on the table. His cock stabbed at my hole, ripping it open and sinking deep with in me. He pulled completely out and rammed back in balls deep. My second ring opened up, allowing his cock to go deeper and deeper. The Priest knelt down beside the Doctor, sliding his hand between his legs. I could feel his fingers rubbing at my now opened hole, then slipping into my hole with the Doctor’s cock. Deeper and deeper they went, until I could feel the knuckles on all four fingers rubbing against my hole. The Doctor continued to fuck my hole with his massive cock. I could feel my hole give as more of the Priest’s hand enter my hole, until his whole hand was inside me with the Doctor’s cock. Slick with all the cum that was inside me, the Priest wrapped his fist around the Doctor’s cock, jacking him as he fucked my hole. My hole easily stretched open for both - the hand and the cock. I could feel myself starting to stand on my toes rising up, changing the angle of attack for the Doctor. A hand quickly came down, slapping my upper ass, forcing me to drop. Suddenly, both the Doctor’s cock and the Priest’s hand ripped from my hole. I screamed in pleasure and shot my load between me and the exam table. I had never felt anything like that before. I was quickly turned over and pulled completely on the table. The Priest and the Doctor grabbed the rubber straps and each tied one around the biceps of both arms. Almost simultaneously the stuck the needle of a syringe into my arms, both striking a vein. I shut my eyes as they drove the plunger down - forcing their blood into my own blood stream. “Two full slams of AIDS laced blood” the Doctor said. The ripped the rubber strip off my arms and pulled the emptied needles out. I was grabbed, pulled off the table. The Doctor laid down - pointing his massive cock straight into the air. “SIT” the Priest ordered I jumped up and sat down on the massive cock - taking it balls deep. The Priest pushed me forward, then aimed his cock at my hole just above the Doctor’s cock. He pushed in hard - driving his cock deep into me with the Doctor’s cock. The pleasure of having these two cocks in me double fucking me was amazing. When one cock pulled out the other pushed in, rubbing against one another. It felt amazing. I moaned loudly as they fucked my hole. The Priest had wrapped his fore arm around my neck and had a tight grip, which was getting tighter and tighter as he pump his cock in and out of my hole. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, my eyes became heavy. I was barely hanging on to consciousness. The cocks slammed in me harder and harder, each one thickening. I was in between being a wake and being choked out. The Priest pulled tighter as he slammed his cock into my hole, shooting his A.I.D.S load in me deep. I felt the doctor do the same, but after that everything went black.

Part 3 - THY KING-DOM CUM: “WELCOME TO FOOT LONG FRIDAYS,” the BBC bull said as he welcomed me into his home. I guessed it was his house. Raymond - the mandingo tagger security guard who nutted me and had given me a ride before handcuffing me and dragging me into the house - had called the man Pops. I was tweaked on Tina and bold and maybe just a tad mouthy when I replied, “Wait - isn’t it Saturday?” SLAP! A good slap to the side of the head shut me up and as I wiped the unexpected tears from my eyes from the sting, the BBC bull stepped closer, the wet tip of his dick pressed between the crack of my closed thighs and he asked, “You know how to serve a dominant black man? YOU KNOW HOW TO SERVE A DOMINANT BLACK KING?” Fucking Christ I about shot a wad right then and there! Seconds later my pants had been hauled down, my white peach ass exposed, my pink hole turned red and wet as I was invited to experience what Foot Long Fridays meant - extra meat! My host calmly explained as he wiggled his 12-inch snake inside my ass like a python slithering in its den, “I’m a BOSS. I got that that uncut bussy beater that likes to fuck throats and stretch holes. I like wet sloppy puss puss. Fucking hell - looks like my boy done me right today bringing me your fucking whore ass. I can smell that nicca nutt dripping out. What’d he give you? Two loads? Three? It’s all good - I know how to use a cum dump that needs it’s box beat and skeeted.” Suddenly my ass had a VACANCY sign in bold neon colors above it as the bull pulled his mahogany dick from my hole and casually walked over to the counter by the door to the garage. I clumsily turned around; my hands still cuffed behind my back and my pants now around my ankles. I was breathing hard from the pain of his 12-inch invasion, yet my puny white dick stood straight and tall like a lighthouse against the rough seas. I then started to stammer over my own tongue as the bull pulled out a holster, gun, badge and keys, set them on the ceramic tiled counter, then casually unclipped the gun and badge and hefted them in each hand as if he was the scales of justice trying to assess if my ass was worthy. He walked back to me, held the gold badge out, I squinted and read the words on the gold star DEPUTY SHERIFF - PRINCE GEORGE’S CO. Fuck he was a cop! My eyes wide, the bull laughed, “Yeah, I’m a LEO - Law Enforcement Officer, but that don’t stop me from fucking over pussy bottoms like you. You a pussy bottom? Want this big mandingo dick tagging that ass again?” While I tried to get my mouth to form a reply the bull daddy held up a small set of keys, “Those handcuffs my boy clamped on you look tight? Are they too tight? Here, let me fix that.” I naively smiled, turned, and pushed my locked wrists back so he could take the cuffs off. A snick and turn and the right cuff dropped away from my wrist. I exhaled in relief, brought my arm around and with the cuff still dangling from my left arm began to rub it, joyous in my freedom. “WHAT THE FUCK! HEY - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MAN -STOP - NO NO NO!” I cried out. Too late. The BBC daddy bull grabbed my wrists and with ease reclamped the handcuffs around them once again so I was bound and chained – this time with my hands in front. I grunted as Raymond’s pops spun me around and slammed all 12-inches of his swollen dick back into my wet ass. My handcuffed wrists clanged against the old tile of the kitchen counter as the BBC dick slid in and out and back and forth like a lumberjack. “YOU EVER BEEN JAIL FUCKED? I GIVE FAGGOT BOYS LIKE YOU THAT FIRST LESSON OF WHAT IT’S LIKE TO GET DICKED RAW THEN THROWN INTO GEN POP FOR ANYONE BIGGER THAN YOU TO BREED THAT BITCH ASS. READY TO GET THAT ASSHOLE RAMMED? GET THAT SPINAL TAP? YOU BETTA SNORT YOUR TINA UP YOU TWEAKED OUT FREAK - I GOTS THAT BOSS DICK AND PLAN TO DEEP STROKE THAT HOLE, BANG IT OUT, QUENCH THAT THIRSTY PUSSY!” I cried, yelped, squirmed, whimpered, pleaded, and begged as that 12-inch bull dick took charge and rape fucked my raw ass like a man who had been offered his first bite of food in days. I screamed in frustration as once again he yanked his dick out, leaving my hole gaping and feeling air. He laughed as he slapped my ass hard, “FUCKING BITCH, CHILL A SEC. I GOTTA BURN ONE THEN WE’LL GET THE FREAK BACK ON.” I was prancing my ass back and forth like a ballerina in the Nutt Cracker as my ‘slut mode’ kicked in and my hole wanted to swallow that dick to the root! I sighed and my eyes rolled back in my head as Pops started banging me again, slamming me against the kitchen counter like some $2 whore. “QUIT YOUR SQUIRMING!” he demanded, “YOU WANT THIS DICK OR WHAT? IF YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THAT WHITE PUSSY THEN HOLD THE FUCK STILL AND LET ME WRECK IT, BREAK IT, AND TREAT IT BAD. BREED YOU LIKE THE SKANK PUSSY TAIL YOU ARE. I DON’T DO STREET BITCHES, BUT I WILL TURN YOU OUT AND MAKE YOU INTO ONE. THAT WHAT YOU WANT? WANNA BE A STREET BITCH WHORE? LET A BUNCH OF NICCAS TAG THAT PUSSY UNTIL IT’S DRIPPING AND DROPPING CREAM? YOU A WORTHY PUSSY BOY FOR MY LOAD? ARE YOU? TELL ME HOW GOOD YOU ARE - HOW WORTHY YOU ARE? HOW MUCH YOU DESERVE MY FUCKING NUTT! FUCK YEAH - TELL ME - FUCK YEAH BEG FOR THIS BOSS DICK - FUCK YEAH TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD MOTHA-FUCKA!” Minotaur semen drizzled from my heifer hole as the BBC bull continued to seed me deep. It took a long time for his shaft to soften, and when it finally did and he eased back out of my hole he cuffed the side of my head, “GET THE FUCK ON YOUR KNEES, LICK THAT DICK CLEAN.” I was happy to oblige and greedily suckled and nursed on that thick shaft, tasting the rank and file of his deep fuck. But then as soon as the blood began to engorge him again he slapped me again, “Get the fuck up. Come on.” I huffed in frustration at now having two holes free of dick. I snorted some more Tina, stood up, awkwardly tried following after him then stopped, kicked my sneakers off, pulled my pants all the way off, and finally feeling free, walked around the bar counter to the dining area where he was seated at the head of the table, legs splayed, his dick dripping aftermath onto the old, worn carpet. The BBC bull relit his blunt, exhaled, the wafts of smoke like gossamer in the early morning sun that peeked in through the sliding glass doors that opened to the back yard. He looked at me and said as a statement and not a question, “YOU’RE A TAGGING SLUT.” OK, yeah, no shit Dick Tracey. He pulled his phone close, “Let me text the guys and let em know I got a tag team whore here needing that pussy gaped.” Again - not a question or even asking - just a statement. While my BBC host seemed chilled and satisfied I was anxious and horny as fuck. I was also itching to get those damned cuffs off and roughly slapped my chained wrists up on the table in front of him. He glared at me like I had just nicked the Crown Jewels. Fuck that table was older and more worn than the house and I easily counted a dozen scorch marks around his ashtray from where somebody let smokes burn out on the wood. He shook his head as if in answer to a question only he could hear then said, “I’m a LEO - Prince George’s County Sheriff's Department, but I’m off for the next several days so I plan to be that straight-up-buck and party and fuck til my balls drop off.” I started to say, “Yeah you said that already,” but caught myself and instead said, “Is Raymond your son? Like biological son or just play son?” He laughed, “Play son? Whatever the fuck is that? No, he’s my blood son. I was 12 when his momma popped him out.” I must have choked on my Tina spit, because he laughed then continued, “Yeah I was fucking and breeding pussy as a real youngin. I had to. Christ, my balls and dick just ached all the God damn time. By 17 I had 5 kids spread around the DMV that I knew of and sure there was a lot more, but my boy’s the only one still in the area.” he then paused, inhaled his smoke, looked off into space a bit somber, then said, “My daddy had tried to tell me when the first one came along but I didn’t listen.” Time slowly marched on as he sat there, his words hanging in the air, mixing with his weed smoke. My Tina ADD kicked and I huffed and asked, “Tell you what man?” My BBC bull host took his time to reply to my prodding question, “My daddy told me that with a dick like mine and being the horny fuck that I was born to be - just like him - to not make the same mistakes he made and to only fuck street whores, gangbang sluts, and boy pussy. The hole didn’t matter as long as I got my nutt and dropping a bunch of babies was not worth it. He was right. I might have learned late, but by the time I hit 18 and went to college that’s all I fucked - whores, sluts, and boy butt and my boy’s listened better than I did and learned right.” Yeah, I could attest to that. Then my eyes got wide and my mouth made a little “OH!” joyous sound as what he said finally connected in my Tina-addled brain - I had just taken loads from a son and his father - both huge BBC - fucking hot! The mandingo’s phone started buzzing and skittering on the rough hewn tabletop. He set the blunt between his lips, his eyes squinching as he inhaled and read and scrolled through the messages. He set the phone down, put the blunt on the chipped edge of the ashtray, and as the plume of 420 smoke twirled and whirled towards the cobweb covered ceiling light above he smiled and said, “Some of the fellas are on their way so we can all keep fucking the shit outta you. We all professional guys - let’s see - there’s a fireman from one county over, some white collar office guys, a landscape company owner. Oh damn! Bet he would like seeing you get ganged by his work crew! A couple of post office workers and other federal government folks and a few armed service buddies - maybe a dozen or so of us who are tight with another dozen or two I can hit. Don’t worry about no hood ghetto stupid antics shit. We’re all professional and straight, married, single, divorced, widowed, or whatever, but what we got in common is true horse shaft dicks meant to train bitches and we like barebacking whores. I know you’re a tagging whore and since I already dipped and slipped up in that jizzed pussy know you ready for the next level of the game. My son’s still a youngin and trust - we go hard! But….” There was a long, drawn out pause as he hit the blunt again, exhaled, savored the sweet, tangy, high, then said, “But first, we gotta shave that pussy. You got a bunch of short and curlies back there like you full of BBC protein and it’s ‘Pussy Hair Gone Wild’!” I followed the BBC bull up the carpeted stairs, down a hall, through a bedroom with a half made, rumpled bed, and into the master bath. The counter was covered with the typical manly mess, scattered half-smoked blunts, and other drug/personal grooming paraphernalia. I was ordered to bend over the piss caked toilet and my hole quivered as the BBC bull licked his lips, fingered my cummy hole, wiped the edges dry, used a pair of electric trimmers to do a quick shearing, then took a cheap drugstore razor and began trimming as my bussy bush. I yelped as my crack got nicked, and instead of apologizing he just gave me a hard slap across the ass and laughed. Lesson learned - a dude chilled out on 420 is probably not the best barber for your tender bits. A few more wipes with the dry towel and he asked, “You ready to get pistol whipped by this LEO dick?” I bent forward with my head as far into the crusty toilet bowl as I could, my cuffed hands resting on the rim, opening my hole, fluttering my bussy lips, and begged for him to fuck me. I wanted to be used, degraded, dominated, humiliated, and stuffed with his 12-inches. He just laughed, walked back towards the door, grabbed a blunt, and lit up and headed back down stairs. Damn it! I paused before following, snorted two big nostrils full of Tina, then repeated. Fucking Christ that burned! Maybe I should get some water. I left the bathroom, headed down the stairs and towards the kitchen and was surprised when I did not find the BBC bull waiting. I took a dirty glass out of the sink, ran the tap, downed some water, and about jumped out of my skin when he bellowed from behind me, “GET THAT ASS OVER HERE - WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?” I turned, followed; we went down the stairs this time and through a wooden door into the basement that looked like some animal had tried to claw it’s way through it to get out. The BBC bull said, “It’s rare that houses around here have a basement, but I had it added for extra when the house was built. This a place where the brothas can come, hang out, chill, watch a game on the big screen, drink, smoke or do whatever they want and when things get really rolling and we happen to find that whore hole that can handle being tagged by a mandingo pack who are all swinging big double digit dicks, then we also got a special place for that…” I stood outside a white door off to the side as he stepped into the next room, flicked a switch and had to smile as the dim lights barely illuminated a dark den of twisted sin. I followed him over to a credenza that was against the wall and watched as he started to roll a fresh blunt. I turned and looked around at the fuck bed in the middle of the room, the benches, pillows, a TV that he used the remote to turn on that was playing BDSM porn. I turned back when he slid a plate my way and said, “Snort up chem slut.” I then watched as he emptied several small baggies of pills into little candy dishes including one he piled high with Viagra. He then opened a drawer and pulled out huge bags of weed, then bags of Tina, and more. “Are you a drug dealer?” I asked. “Fuck no,” he replied, “You ever watched Power? You know the TV show with 50 Cent? I’m the distro. Fucking baby mamas drain me dry, so…well let’s just say I need to keep my side hustles going, but this bit of shit? This ain’t nothin. This is just same Candy Crush for the brothas. Here’s how shit going down - this ain’t about hanging out and becoming Facebook friends - it’s about a hot hole meeting a hot shaft and taking hot cum. These niccas will roll in, find you ass up/strung up - rape that shit, nutt, and bounce or maybe hit it again and repeat as some of the brothas are fucking long winded especially after they start dropping the pills. We may be professionals, but behind this door we can let the street thug in us out! We WILL hurt you. We WILL rape you. We WILL knock you out. We WILL chem you up until you pass out. The whole basement is sound proofed and this room is done like double, so you can fucking scream, cry, whatever as no one will hear and frankly that shit will make our dicks drip. I got one bro with 14-inches who will make you scream no matter what and I love fucking pussy after he’s dug around in it. What you want or say from now on don’t matter as we don’t give a fuck cause you’re getting fucked the way we want, how we want, when we want. You understand?” I shook in excitement and fear as I snorted more Tina and my eyes rolled back in my head as before I could catch my breath a dry, 12-inch BBC shaft was ripping back up my ass, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE KING-DOM CUM IN THAT BUSSY? BEND THE FUCK OVER AND LET ME DIG BACK UP IN THERE. I LOVE SEEDING PUSSY THAT’S ALREADY WET WITH MY DNA. EVERY MANDINGO THAT COMES THROUGH IS GOING TO FUCK YOU RAW AND BREED YOU AS THEY TAG IN AND OUT.” The bull paused as he took another hit of his blunt, set it in the ashtray, reached into another drawer and pulled out a chewed up, brown leather belt. With his dick in my ass and my body pressed against the credenza he slipped the belt over my head, across my mouth, and like a good sub I instinctively opened my mouth as he worked the rough leather between my teeth like a harness bit. He yanked my head back and demanded, “RIDE THAT FUCKIN DICK! RIDE IT! WANT THIS KING NUTT? THIS DOM CUM? THIS KING-DOM CUM IN THAT PUSSY? FUCKIN TWEAKED OUT FAGGOT WHORE MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP IF YOU WANT THIS SHAKE SHACK MILK IN YOU! FUCKING NASTY TAGGING SLUT - CUM SLUT. ARCH THAT GOD DAMN BACK! SHOW ME YOU’RE A SEX FREAK PUSSY HOLE. LET ME WRECK IT DEEPER - YOU WANT THAT 14-INCHER JIZZING YOUR GUTS? HUH? SHOW ME YOU WANT IT. I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN’T FUCKING TAKE OR IT WON’T FIT. SMASH YOUR HOLE BACK ON MY DICK - THAT’S IT - SLAM BACK - LET ME SEE YOU BREAK YOUR OWN HOLE OPEN AS I BEAT IT DOWN WITH THIS LEO NIGHT STICK! TURN YOU INTO A JIZZ JUNKIE!” I was chewing at the leather belt in my mouth, spit drooling from the edges of my lips as I gripped the edge of the credenza with my cuffed hands and pushed back as hard as I could onto the BBC bull dick that was cutting and splitting me wider. “PUT IT BACK IN! PUT IT BACK IN!” I frustratingly pleaded as he yanked his dick out, dropped the belt on the floor, kicked the buckled end with his foot, then stepped beside me, relit his blunt, picked up his cell and checked the status of the other taggers. Fuck I hate when tops do that! Just as my hole opens up and I get into the groove they pull up sort. He exhaled, turned, pointed to an orange loop hanging from a dark length of chain from the ceiling, “See that?” he asked, “That’s my newest bitch fucker. Here - look at the site on my phone - https://www.mr-s-leather.com/suspension-hand-slings - It’s a Mr. S suspension sling. Me and the guys are going to chain you up just like this and fuck the livin shit outta you!” Two text messages popped up on the screen, he smiled, hit the blunt, set the phone down and said, “The brothas have started to arrive. I’ve got about 30-seconds before I have to start sharing that cunt - now bend the fuck over and take this KING-DOM CUM!” (*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!)

Thanks guys, I am appreciating the comments, keep them coming. Enjoy: Part: 3 I got back home my phone buzzed. It was the app, a notification. The top had rated me, I opened the app and saw my review. 4.5 out of 5 stars. “Good hole, made a bit of noise but was able to take dick well once he settled in.” The review had been added to my profile. I got another notification. “Congrats on getting your first load/review. Tops can rate bottoms, but bottoms cannot rate tops. We only offer our tops the best bottoms so you must maintain a 4.0-star review to continue with the service. Have fun.” Well, I am going to have to make sure I keep my star rating up. I had a few errands to run for the day and got dressed. I left the load inside me, made me feel sluttier. I threw on some basketball shorts, with a jockstrap underneath and a t-shirt. I headed off to Home Depot as I needed a few things for a couple projects around the house I promised the wife to get to before she got back from her mom’s house. Pulled into the parking lot and walked into Home Depot. A lot of working men, I started getting horny again thinking of the load already in my ass. Would the app work here? It was worth a try. I opened the app and hit search, two minutes later I got this message: “Go to the Home Depot restroom, last stall, wait there door unlocked, 5 min.” I hit accept and scanned the store for the restroom sign, spotted it towards the back. This was exciting. I had never before actually had sex in public. I stepped into the bathroom and headed towards the handicap stall at the end. I stepped in and left the door unlocked. Someone walked in a minute after me, I held my breath. The guy walked towards my stall but took a left at the urinal. Damn, not my guy. He finished his business, washed his hands and left. Moments after, the door opened again. I could see work boots under the stall. The door opened and there was a contractor, a total daddy type. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself. I immediately got on my knees and pulled his cock out. I swallowed him whole I didn’t want to get docked on my star rating. He wasn’t that big but it was a decent six inches. Very musky, fucking hot. I loved it. After a minute or so I got to my feet, bent over, held onto the handicap bar and presented my ass. Without a word he got behind me and slipped right in. “Fucking nice pussy, already fucked. I like it. Love a pre-lubbed hole.” He started pounding into my hole, my shorts around my ankles. I sniffed my poppers and opened up, I was flying high, fucking loved it. Then the door opened, the top slowed his pace but didn’t pull out. He shushed me. I held my breath. A guy walked in and took a piss, then walked out. The top went back to slamming my hole. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take this load you slut.” And with three pumps I could feel him unloading in my ass. He finished draining his dick and pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. Fuck that was hot. I pulled up my shorts and left as well. I spotted him in the store a few times as a I grabbed my stuff, we even locked eyes, and when nobody was looking he grabbed his bulge - just for my benefit. When I got back to my car I checked the app, got another review: 5 stars “good pussy to breed,” was all it said.

FS Part 4 Relief sat in when we slipped between two rides and into the area of some small trailers. I was out of the view of the public. No one could see the cum on my face or hair anymore. No one except muscle fucker. “Hey Tiny, you around?” muscle fucker yelled. “What the fuck you want” a voice yelled back. “Drag your fucking cock here and see” I watched a small, fuck tiny man come between two of the trailers, he was naked. He stood less then three feet tall, but that wasn’t was so impressive about him. Between his legs was a cock that was at least 14 inches. It was dragging on the ground. His height made his cock look obscenely enormous. “Who’s cum face” Tiny asked “Wanted so fun in the carnival, so I am taking him to all the freaks, I had him in the fun house, Donkey had him, Double D used him in his normal fashion and now he is here for you.” “Double D huh? That cum mask from our people?” “oh fuck no, I got the norms to watch and coat him” “Twisted fucker” Tiny called the muscle fucker “Me, oh fuck now, this one is,” he said pointed to me, “been taking all the poz loads, voluntarily” “That true” “No they forced me” I said “You could have pulled off my dick and left, and you didn’t and you sat on Donkey with out being forced” muscle fucker said. I could feel my face going red with embarrassment. My mind was questioning everything. Did I really want this? Why didn’t I stop. I looked over at Tiny, he was holding his monster cock in his hand. It was thickening. Holy fuck, it was almost twice the size of a beer can in thickness. “Drop them shorts, boy, and get on the ground face down” I did more than drop my shorts, I stripped naked and laid in the straw spread on the ground, closing my eyes. I reached back and pulled out the plug, readying myself for what was to come. Tiny moved until he was standing in between my legs, his toes standing on my balls sac. There was no warning or words, he just lined up the head on his monster cock to my hole and drove in. I screamed. The pain was beyond intense. I got dizzy and I knew I was going to black out, but that didn’t stop Tiny, he pulled out his cock and slammed it back in. I felt someone slapping my face, it was muscle fucker. “Wake up you pussy, you need to be awake for this” I could feel Tiny’s cock pumping in and out of my hole. My hole was burning from being stretched open. He had moved forward and his little feet were standing on my balls adding to the pain. I was dizzy again. The pain was the worst I had ever felt. My body shook from the pain. Over and over he drove his monster cock into my stretched hole. You would think after Donkey and Double D (aka IT) I would be ready for this, but I wasn’t. As he pulled out, he would take the weight off my balls, only to add them back as he slammed into my hole. I don’t think I ever took the whole 14 inches of cock. My hole was making slurping noises as he fucked me, plus I was tooting my own horn as the air escaped my ass. Tiny made no noise, no indication that he was enjoying my sloppy, now well stretched hole. Muscle fucker was squatting in front of me, fully dressed. “Don’t think he is enjoying this you twisted whore, squeeze your hole around his cock” Muscle fucker said. As hard as I tried I could not get my hole tight around his cock, each time I squeezed and tensed up my muscles, Tiny’s massive cock slammed into me and I lost my concentration from the pain. “Horrible fuck” Tiny said He picked up speed fucking me, ramming in and out of my hole, until he stopped. I could not feel him shooting but I knew he was. He screamed at the top of his lungs: “A.I.D.S dumping” Even over the music, mechanical noises and roar of the crowd I knew people had heard him. I had tears in my eyes. With blurred vision, I could see Muscle fucker laughing. Tiny pulled out and stepped on my back, dragging his cock. I could feel a trail of cum being left on my ass and back. “Plug him, and get him out of my sight” Muscle fucker rammed the plug in me, and picked me up. The plug feel out of my hole and dropped no the ground. Tiny ran towards me and punched me in my gut. “Don’t you lose my cum, you are lucky you got it, you worthless piece of shit!” Muscle fucker moved to a chest near by, and pulled out a new plug, this one bigger than the first. Grabbing me by my hair he rammed it up my ass. I jumped, but could not move away. “Get your shorts up and follow me” I did as I was told. I now had three poz cum loads in my ass and one full blown A.I.D.S. What the fuck could be next?

When we got back to the lodge it was almost time for dinner. Immediately I got a huge hug from behind from an old friend I hadn't seen in a long time. H dragged me off to catch up. I saw Jeff chatting with some guys, but he got lost in the crowd. We all sat at a huge long table for dinner. I saw Jeff halfway down from me. He caught my eye and winked and put his finger to his lips. That fuck was our little secret, I guessed. After dinner we naturally split up into groups of friends who mostly already knew each other. I ended up playing cards for a while. I kept an eye out for Jeff. I saw him across the room having a hushed but heated conversation with one of the guys we saw from the cabin he fucked me in. This guy was tall and gangly with bright red hair and glasses. After a bit, Jeff stormed off with a big frown on his face. A little later I ended up sitting around a fire outside. There is nothing like a crackling fire on a summer evening. I was sitting alone on a bench when all of a sudden Jeff came over and asked if he could sit beside me. He sat down and reached for my hand to shake it. He introduced himself, so it seemed we really were keeping our time before a secret. I played along. There was the usual conversation, jokes, and gossip. He leaned in close and spoke very quietly in my ear. His breath in my ear made me pop a boner again. He was telling me about the guy he had the fight with in the lodge. His name was Hank. Jeff asked how you get someone to mind his own business, and I told him I had no idea. His hand had been resting on my back, but he slid it down so the tips of his fingers were pushing into the back of my shorts. He was driving me crazy. I had no interest in all the drama, but his breath, his touch, and just his closeness to me was driving me wild. I was squirming a bit. He turned to look at the fire and engage some of the other guys sitting around. His middle finger went lower and lower down my crack. I could not concentrate on anything but Jeff. His finger was only about an inch from my hole when a few other guys came over, including Hank. Jeff stopped moving his finger. Hank glared at him, and then looked at me. I think he was trying to figure out who I was and why Jeff was sitting so close. Jeff asked me if I had a flashlight. I told him I did, an he said, "Good. I need to go pee and I don't want to walk into any poison ivy. Come with me." The other guys were chuckling about his poison ivy comment as we walked away from the fire. We got far enough away so that no one could see us. "Turn off that thing," Jeff said, so I switched off the flashlight. He put his arms around me and gave me a kiss. He said, "Here's the thing- What happened between you and me before is private, OK? Hank does not need to know anything about it. I hope that's cool with you." "Of course it is. Besides, I never get fucked and tell," I said with a quiet laugh. He said, "Good. I knew I liked you," and kissed me again. He put his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear again. I found that very sexy. "I'm so glad I met you, Connor. I have been feeling very alone these days." He then noticed my hard dick that was pressing against him. He grabbed my ass and ground his cock against mine. "You didn't get off, did you. Let's fix that." All of a sudden he fell to his knees and roughly opened my shorts to expose my hard-on. He swallowed it all the way at once. I cried out. He pulled off my cock and hushed me, then got to sucking and licking me like crazy. I was already close to cumming, and he could tell. He reached back and started to finger my hole. It was slightly tender from the rough fuck he had given me earlier, but I loved it. I started to moan quietly as he finger fucked me and my orgasm built up. He had pulled his dick out of his pants and was stroking himself as he sucked me. I grunted and filled his mouth with my cum. He took it all in his mouth without swallowing. When I stopped shooting, he stood up and spit my load into his hand. He took that handful of cum and coated his cock while he turned me around . "I have another load for that tight ass, baby!" That was all the warning I got. He plunged his cock into my ass and started to fuck me like crazy. His hands were all over me- up under my shirt, down to my cock and balls, and finally holding on the my hips. "Fuck!" he hissed as he thrust forward deep into me. He came buried in me like that, panting and biting the back of my neck. Wow! Two loads from this hot guy in one day! This was unbelievable. I had never really been one into this kind of spur of the moment sex with someone I didn't really know. And I had never played raw like this. There was a quiet voice way back in my mind telling me I was being stupid, but I was enjoying it more than I would have imagined. That quiet voice was quickly and easily drowned out by all the other voices in my mind shouting out "Yes! Fuck me! Seed me! Make me yours!" He finished unloading into me. He was breathing very heavy and so was I. He said, "Wow! That was hot! I haven't had sex like that in a while." Then he chuckled and said, "You know, I was always more of a bottom. I love sucking and getting fucked. But lately I think I'm turning into a top. I just have to spread my seed." "Well, you can spread it in me anytime you want, Jeff." He held my face and kissed me deeply. I could taste the remnants of my own cum on his tongue. "You can have my seed- all you want- if you really want it. You really want it, I can tell, don't you?" "Yes Jeff, I want it all." We kissed again. He helped me find where my flashlight dropped. "I need some sleep, Connor. I'm going to bed. You coming?" "Yeah, I'm exhausted. Let's go." We walked to our cabin. More guys had bunked in there with us, and a few of them were there hanging out and quietly chatting. I got undressed and slipped into my sleeping bag. I was drifting off to a very satisfied sleep as Jeff leaned down with another whisper in my ear- "Goodnight buddy, see you in the morning." More to cum...

Was able to get the next chapter finished. Thanks, all of you who commented, and as always, please feel free to give me feedback. If you want to see something in here, let me know, and I'll do my best to work it in. And in appreciation of all of you who made it through the ordeal that was part three, I give you part 4. Also, if anyone is fluent in Spanish and notices any mistakes on my translations, let me know so I can fix them. -- PART 4: A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Bent over, I waited for the uncut cock attached to the guy behind me to enter my ass. I had to have been a sight to see. A short, blond guy in his mid-20s, short, well-kept hair, swimmer’s build, naked from the waist down bent over a small bench, waiting expectantly for a hot Latino to shove a dripping uncut cock deep up his ass raw. The very thought made my cock drip as I felt the guy trying to get access to my hole. Frustrated, he kept pressing harder and harder against my hole, which refused to give up under his assault. He pulled out the bottle of poppers, opened them up and handed them to me. “Keep breathing those in puta (whore),” he muttered, shoving two fingers up my hole, making me gasp in pain and shock, “You need to take my bicho (dick).” I nodded, immediately sniffing the liquid, its effects hitting immediately as my hole relaxed to the stretching the hot guy behind me was doing. I took a quick look back at him, watching as with a slight nod of his head, he pulled his fingers out. With a quick push, he slammed his cock deep into my guts, making me yell out in both pleasure and pain. Fully sheathed within my ass, he held me for a second, waiting for me to adjust to his cock before he licked up the side of my neck. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples as he bit on my left earlobe. This immediately caused my ass to clamp down on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Reaching back down, he grabbed my hips, and whispered into my ear, “Follemos, cochino. (Let's fuck, pig.)” With those words uttered, he started slamming my hole like a jack hammer, causing me to cry out again as he began his assault on my ass. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. Gritting my teeth, I rode it out, using one arm to prop myself up on the bench, and the other stroking my throbbing cock. Slowly, the intense pain in my ass slowly gave way to pleasure with each passing stroke. I could feel each stroke slamming against my prostate, sending pleasure down into my balls and up through my aching cock. I had never been fucked like this before, but I was loving every minute. Above me, the hot Latino muttered words under his breath in Spanish. I only caught bits and pieces, such as ‘quieres sue me venga (do you want my cum),’ ‘a huevo (fucking sweet),’ and ‘pajarito (faggot).’ Sadly, I didn’t know what any of these meant, but they way he said them told me that had to be dirty and hot. We continued fucking at his fast pace for a long time, my tight hole stretching further and further before a slight squelching sound hit my ears. ‘This guy is turning my ass into a fuck hole’ I thought to myself. The idea made me even harder, causing me to drip even more precum. After the onslaught on my ass, I knew I would be shooting a huge load quickly up his ass. Quickly enough, I noticed his strokes becoming more and more irregular. Sensing he was close, I clamped down on his cock, recalling how much Jackson had liked it. “A huevo, puta! (Fuck yeah, whore)” he yelled out, slamming even harder into my ass, “Me voy a venir! (I'm going to cum)” Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I knew it likely meant he was going to come in my hole. I continued the motion with my ass, trying desperately to milk his cock. With one final, hard slam, I felt his cock start to throb as he yell out loud. “Me vengo, cabroń (I'm cumming, fucker)! Me pinche corro en tu nalga (I'm fucking cumming in your ass). Y sin forro, joto! (And without a condom, faggot!),” he yelled out, feeling my ass milk his cock for all it was worth, as he weakly kept slamming my ass before finally stopping. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes, sweat pouring from our faces as our hearts raced. Finally, I felt him pull slowly out of my ass, a hiss escaping both our lips and we both stood up and kissed. Breaking apart, I knelt down, taking his softening cock into my mouth, sucking the remnants of ass and cum off, making him involuntarily push my head off. “Damn, Papi (baby),” he gasped, a grin spreading on his face, “Too sensitive.” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back up before taking my hard, hot, and throbbing cock into his hand giving it a few tugs. Leaning in, his kissed my neck, grabbing slightly on the back of my head to pull me closer. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, giving slight kisses down my neck, his hand slowly moving down to my balls, giving them a slight tug. “Jake. You?” I replied, lust making my voice deepen. “Mateo,” he replied, letting go of my balls and stepping away slowly, his fingers rubbing in his ass before he bent over slowly, holding his cheeks apart to showing me. “Your turn, papí,” he said, looking back at my through his legs, “Fill my nalga (ass) with your hot load.” I let out a loud gulp before reaching beside me to the lube dispenser, coating my bare cock before rubbing the remaining lube onto his hole. Slowly I pressed against his ass, relishing as it quickly swallowed my cock halfway to the hilt, making Mateo groan before me. I stopped suddenly, worried I was moving too fast. “You ok?” I asked, inadvertently pulling out slightly. “Coño (Fuck) man!” he said as suddenly pushed his ass the rest of the way, making me groan in return, “Give me that piece of meat! This puta (whore) needs it bad.” I sat for a minute deep in his hole as I felt it adjust to my sudden intrusion. The wet tight heat wrapped seductively around my hole, slicker that I would have expected. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You’re so wet!” “Yeah man,” he said, reaching down and stroking his slowly re-hardening cock, “Been taking loads all day. Probably six or seven in there.” With those words, I felt my dick throb. Jesus, I thought to myself, shocked yet somehow turned on by those words. Here I was, balls deep in a stranger who had just cum up my ass, and he’s now telling me he has several random loads in his ass. With that though, I smiled and slowly started pumping in and out of Mateo, enjoying the feeling of stranger’s cum sliding around my meat. This continued for a few minutes when I heard the door suddenly open. “Shit!” I said, stopping suddenly as whoever had just entered closed the door. I went to pull out of Mateo when I felt a pair of hands grab my ass, one of the fingers probing into my well-fucked hole before smacking my ass with a loud pop, causing me to jump and nearly cum right there. “Damn,” the voice said, sounding extremely familiar, “didn’t expect you a hot piece of ass like you to take to this place so quickly!” Looking over my shoulder, I instantly recognized the man behind me to be the skinhead attendant from people. “Feels like my boy Mateo here already got the first dibs on breaking in your hole,” he continued, pulling his finger out and sticking it in his mouth, “Fuck! Nice tasting hole too!” I watched as the skinhead made his way in front of me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off before standing in front of Mateo. “Fuck ya.. 'Sup Kyle,” the Latino grunted, as I started fucking him again. “Shut the fuck up slut,” Kyle muttered, as he pulled his pants off. I stared in awe as Kyle revealed his cock. Like his face and ears, the 9-inch cut cock before me glistened with multiple piercings. A large PA stuck out of the tip of his cock, with an ampallang bisecting the head. Multiple piercings bisected his urethra before ending further down into another piercing, which I now know as a lorum. He also had several scrotal piercings. I stared down at his glittering groin as I continued to slowly watch in stroke himself a few time, before finally stuffing it into the Latin’s open mouth. I watch as the hot Latin guy below me was stuffed on each end, gagging on the skinhead’s meat while I plugged away at his hole. Suddenly, I found myself getting close to orgasming, when I felt Mateo grab my balls and squeeze them roughly. “Fuck!” I yelped, immediately feeling my building orgasm disappear. I watched as Mateo slowly pulled his mouth off Kyle before he smiled up at him. “I loosened him up for you,” Mateo said, an evil grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows, Kyle turned to me, gripping his pierced cock at me. “Well boy,” drawled out, stroking his meat with the copious amounts of saliva from Mateo’s mouth, “I do think a thank you is in order. I did, after all, let you in here for free. And it appears you let the money run out on your monitor. Very bad form.” Looking over at the monitor, I saw that it had in fact run out of time. Looking back at him, he continued. “Honestly, company policy is that we’re supposed to kick both of you out,” he continued, grabbing the back of my head and pulled my hair, causing my head to arch back, “But you see, Mateo and I go way back. So I’d have to just kick you out.” He pulled his face close to mine as I opened my mouth in a slight wince. He smacked my ass, even harder than before causing my mouth to open further in pain, and without hesitation, shoved his warm wet tongue deep in my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes. “I could look the other way if you let me sample that prime boy pussy of yours. I’d wager it’s never had a nice thick piece of pierced meat inside it. And hell, I’ve been dying to feel my cock inside you the second I saw you walk up to me. So what do you say? Let me drop a nice load in that freshly fucked twat?” I stared at him as he pulled away from my face, staring at me with an evil look in his eyes. My mind raced at the thought of taking a second cock in my hole. The idea made me horny, but I still felt myself hesitate. I stopped fucking Mateo as my brain went through its mental gymnastics. “No?” he asked mockingly, stepping back further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something long and dark from his pocket. I realized with a start that he had pulled a cigar, sticking it in his mouth before proceeded to pull out a lighter from his other pocket, expertly lighting it. That was what did it for me. Something clicked inside my mind as everything hit me. Being balls deep and completely raw in a hot Latino guy who minutes before had come inside my ass after a hard pounding, and now a hot skinhead smoking a thick cigar talking about sampling my hole. It was taboo. It was risky. It was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Immediately, I started nodding, excitement causing my previously tight ass to pucker. Kyle drew deeply before he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing it directly into my face. “Good choice bitch,” He said, immediately walking behind me smacking my ass several times. I felt him pull my asscheeks apart, lightly rubbing his PA across my hole. I was surprised at how warm the metal felt until I felt him pushing into my newly wrecked hole. With no effort, he worked himself deep inside me, the different piercings adding extra pleasure to my hole. “Fuck,” I blurted out, feeling the metal continually pounding into my swollen, well-fucked prostate, “That feels so good.” “Always aim to please fucker,” Kyle replied, puffing away on the cigar as he continued to rape my ass. The three of us continued to fuck, sweat dripping off each other. Mateo, underneath me, was now fisting his cock in time with my strokes into his ass, muttering in Spanish. Every once in a while, he would tighten his hole, which would cause me to slam him harder. This caused Kyle to nearly pull out of my hole, and in turn take an extra long stroke back into my ass. The room took on a haze as the cigar smoke, the glow of the monitor accentuating it. We continued pounding at the others hole, and before long, I felt Mateo start to tighten even more on my weeping cock. “Hostia!” he cried out, his ass giving my cock one final squeeze. “Me vengo (I'm cumming)! Shit! Si, venga papi, vente en mi culo (Yes, cum baby, cum in my ass)!” “What?” I asked, trying desperately to not lose my composure. “He wants you to cum up his ass fucker,” Kyle barked, taking a drag on the cigar and watching as Mateo began shooting all over the floor, “Give him your load and you can get mine injected right up your cumdump! Give him all you got Pig!” I picked up the pace, feeling my balls start to boil, but I just couldn’t get to the point of no return. Then, an idea hit me. I put one hand in the center of the spent Latino’s back and grabbed the bottle of poppers he had been sniffing, taking several hits in each nostril before setting back down. I waited a few seconds, feeling the warm feeling rush through my body, and then, pausing for a second, I stopped fucking Mateo’s hole and reached behind me, pulling the cigar from Kyle’s mouth. I stuck the nearly spent, spit covered cigar butt into my mouth and start smoking the cigar. FUCK! This is what I needed! I thought to myself and started slamming the hole in front of me. Suddenly, I felt the burning sensation deep in my loins, and with one final stroke, shot deep. “HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” I yelled as it felt like all my body fluids shot through my piss hole, my balls draining completely of their cum. Shot after shot flowed out of me, shooting deep into Mateo's hole and mixing further with the other loads in his ass. “Fucking hot,” Kyle cheered, watching as I twitched over and over, my orgasm took over my entire body. With one final twitch, I slumped over slightly over Mateo, letting out a deep breath. “My turn piggy,” Kyle said, and with an extra hard slam, I felt his cock begin twitching in my ass. He picked up the pace, a blur in my hole. Kyle moaned as he slammed my hole, and with one final groan, he slowed to a steady slow slam, sliding deeper than he had gone previously, over and over with each shot. I moaned in time with each thrust, feeling the cum jet deep inside me. After about 20 slams into my hole, he finally stopped moving, pulling the now spent cigar from my mouth and tossing it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. We all stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the hot experience that had just transpired. Mateo was the first to move, standing up slightly and pulling my now deflated cock from his ass. Kyle followed suit, and with a soft plop, cum dripping from my wreck hole. My asshole quivered as the air hit my gaping hole as I stood up, a content smile on my face, still panting from the workout. I watched as Mateo reached into his pants, and without warning tossed me his phone. Catching it, I looked down, slightly confused. “Put your number in it dude,” he replied, pulling his clothes back on, “We definitely have to hook up again soon.” Nodding, I put my cell into the phone, adding my name and handed it back to him. With little more than a wave, Mateo left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kyle did the same with his phone, and as we both got dressed he started talking. “So, what do you think?” he asked, picking up the used cigar and throwing it in the trashcan. “Is it always that…” I started to ask, at a loss for words to describe exactly what I felt. “Hot? Dirty? Fucking twisted?” he guessed, pulling his shirt back on, “Not always. Usually, a lot of trolls here looking for a piece of prime boy pussy like yours. Just depends. Fridays and Saturdays are best.” I nodded, making a mental note of everything he was saying as he continued. “Mateo is a regular here, but it's rare to see him top. That boy tends to be a gut busting bottom. Nice to see him giving a load to a hungry hole for once.” “Oh,” I replied, a look of concern on my face thinking back to what he had told me earlier. Seeing my face take on the look of concern, Kyle continued. “Don’t worry. That cumslut works down at the free clinic on Broadway. Also on PrEP, if his profile is to be believed. And I just got tested last week, so no worries from me.” A bit of relief from those words, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “So, got a name stranger?” he asked. “Jake,” checking my pockets to make sure I had everything, starting to feel tired as the adrenaline and hormones finally ran their course. “Nice to meet you, or should I say 'meat your hole',” he replied with a chuckle, “Really from around here, or just visiting?” “No, really am from around here. Just moved in next door,” I replied following him out the hall and towards the stairs up to the main part of the bookstore. “Nice! You should really consider getting a membership then!” he said, climbing the stairs before opening the door and holding it for me, “It’s usually $100, but I’ll talk with the owner and see if he’ll give you a deal.” “Thanks,” I said softly, considering the idea. “Well, I’m off and have finals to study for, dude. See you soon?” he asked, nodding at the new attendant in the booth, who then handed him a backpack. “Sure,” I replied, and with a slight flourish of his hand, he waved goodbye. “I’ll text ya soon!” he called behind him and walked out the door. Feeling my exhaustion ebbing at my mind, I walked out the door as well, making the short walk to my building. Looking down at my watch, I realized that it was already 1 am, and I was suddenly thankful that I had the weekend off. The security guard at the front desk looked up from the computer screen and his phone, starting to get up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my key, and with a slight nod, he sat back down and turned his attention back to the monitor. — A quick ride up the elevator, I dragged myself across the hall as the elevator opened. With my key still in hand, I tapped the card to the door and listened as the door lock whirred and let me in. The door closed automatically behind me, and I grab the knob, turning it back to locked. Slowly, I trudged into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed. The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to break out across my skin, and I pulled the light sheet on top of me. I reached over and shut off the lights before laying back in the extremely comfortable bed. Lying in bed, I let my mind wander to that night's events. Slowly, I ran my fingers slowly down my torso, grabbing my ever slightly hardening cock, still too spent from the earlier festivities, relishing in the slight stickiness from ass juices and strangers cum mixed with my own now dried all over me. I let out a slight laugh and continued to draw my fingers ever lower before lifting my left leg up slightly and shoving a finger into my sloppy, cum-filled hole. I slowly shoved the finger in, loving the slick feeling as it sank in deeply, followed by a second and then a third. After a few minutes of finger fucking myself, I pulled them out and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a deep sniff of them. Fresh cum and ass. My cock twitched slightly, and an evil thought flashed into my mind. Tentatively, I licked the index finger. The flavor of two loads mixed with my ass tasted amazing. I sucked them clean, thinking about what Matt would say if he saw me doing it. I smiled again, and after a second sighed. “Fuck the British twat… he doesn't get a say anymore,” I muttered before turning over, quickly drifted asleep.

I love to wear a diaper for self watersport/pissing fun, anyone else here into wearing diapers?

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

For years I attended what was called a "gay men's gathering" which was a weekend event held at an old summer camp out in the woods. It was a great way to meet other gay men for community, friendship, and of course sex. The camp was pretty rustic, set on a quiet lake far from the closest town. The guys who went there were working class guys, back-to-the-earth old time hippies, artists- definitely not the city gay bar crowd. I found it very relaxing and low stress. I starting going there with a boyfriend, and had made a bunch of great friends there. I stopped going regularly when my boyfriend and I broke up, but I would still manage to get there every couple of years or so. Last year I was there again after a year and a half away. I parked my car and walked over to the main lodge where the registration was. I got onto the porch, put down my bags, and reached for the door. Just as I grabbed the handle, the door opened. A man came out- a very good looking guy. He almost walked right into me. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. He said hello and I replied. He smiled and then I knew who he was. His name was Jeff. He used to be a regular there. He was one of the popular guys, very handsome, great body, and always seemed very easy with sex. He was the kind of guy other men wanted, and he always knew it. He was still very handsome, but with rough edges now. But to me that made him even more handsome. He didn't seem to know me, and I wasn't surprised. But he held the door open for me and followed me back in the lodge. I registered, and Jeff grabbed my arm. He said hardly anyone was there yet, and told me to come bunk in the same cabin he was in. I guess he wanted company. We walked up a hill to the cabin, and only one bed was claimed- his. I told him my name- Connor. He told me to grab the bed next to his- fine with me. He helped me spread out my sleeping bag and put things away, then he gave me a huge hug. It felt really nice, and it seemed a little sexual. The weekend was off to a great start for me. He wanted to go for a walk. It was early afternoon, so there was all kinds of time for a walk. We followed the paths around, chatting and enjoying the trees and lake views. The cabins were set up in clusters around larger main cabins. We turned a corner and walked towards one of these clusters. The central cabin here was beautiful. No one was staying in the area. Jeff said he wanted to check out this cabin, so we went inside. There was a huge fieldstone fireplace. The roof had skylights. It looked like the kind of place it would be great to live in. There was a large table that had been pushed against the wall. I went over to look out the row of windows the table was up against. All of a sudden I felt his arms around me from the back. He turned me around and started to kiss me and grope me. I got hard instantly. He pressed up against me and I could feel he was hard too. He pushed me back against the table, dropped to his knees, and opened up my shorts. He stared eagerly at my throbbing cock. He pushed my shorts completely down and pulled my feet up out of them. He grabbed my hips and stuck his tongue out until it caught the drop of precum that had formed. "Hmmmm... that tastes good," he whispered. Then he swallowed my cock all the way. His mouth felt so good! It had been a few weeks since I had had any sexual contact at all. He played me like an instrument, bringing me to the edge more than once with that hot mouth and tongue. We were both moaning and grunting like animals. All of a sudden he stopped and stood up. He pushed me back onto the table and lifted my legs up. He then licked and sucked my balls, and then traced his tongue down towards my hole. I was squirming and moaning while he ate my ass. He must have been starving for ass. I was in heaven. Then he stood up and moved his big hard cock to my open, eager hole. He looked down into my eyes as though he was silently asking for my permission. I didn't say a word, but reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He almost smiled, and started to press his dick into me. My hole was sloppy from his spit, but it still went in a bit rough. He got just the head into me, and whispered, "You have any lube?" I shook my head no, but I pushed against his cock and whispered, "Fuck me!" He slowly pressed into me another inch. It hurt a bit, but I wanted this bad. I pressed back, and he pushed in a little more. It hurt, but I didn't care. Here was this beautiful man I and everyone else had lusted after for years. He had never noticed me, but here he was now with his dick inside me. He was about halfway in me and he stopped, letting my hole adjust. After a minute or so I squeezed my hole around that cock. He moaned loudly when I did that. "I love your ass, baby! Do that again!" he cried out. So I did. I squeezed his dick tightly, and as soon as I relaxed he pushed in slow and steady all the way. Damn! It hurt, but it felt wonderful at the same time. He held his cock there all the way in while my body reacted. I was gasping and whimpering a little, but finally my hole adjusted. He reached down and pinched my nipples. That made my hole twitch, and I squeezed his cock again. He took that as a signal- he pulled out slowly almost all the way, then just as slowly pushed back in. He kept up those slow deep strokes. I cried out again "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And he did. He gave me the fuck of my lifetime. He reamed me out good, finding every corner and massaging my prostate. He kept this up for a good long time, and my cock was leaking. I reached down to stroke my cock, but he pushed my hands away. He grabbed my wrists and held them down on the table while his thrusts came fast and furious. "I'm getting close! You want this load, don't you Connor?" Hearing him say my name almost made me shoot. I didn't say anything, and he asked me again. "You want this load? Tell me you want it!" I nodded yes emphatically. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you want it and tell me where you want it!" I hissed out, "Yes! Yes! Give me your load! Plant that load deep inside me!" He grunted and pushed his cock in all the way and kept it there. I could feel his cock shooting inside my hole. He grunted with every pulsing shot. He finished, and was breathing heavily as he lowered himself down on me. He kissed my neck and bit my shoulder, his hands still holding my arms down. He whispered into my ear, "I think you needed that, right? You wanted my load inside you, right? Tell me you wanted it." He seemed different all of a sudden, He had always been so confident and self assured, but here he was seemingly needing to hear me tell him it was OK. "Tell me," he whispered. I whispered back, "Yes, I wanted it. I love your cock inside me and I love your load in me." He sighed and seemed to relax a bit. We stayed that way, his body on mine and his cock still deep inside me. We then heard voices outside. It sounded like 3 or 4 guys were walking this way, chatting and laughing. Jeff stood up and put his cock back in his pants. He found my shorts and tossed them to me. He motioned to me to be quiet, and he peeked out the window. I put my shorts on and peeked out, too. There were 4 men just walking past the cabin. They had no idea what had just gone on, and they kept walking past. Jeff said quietly to himself, "Why did that asshole have to come this weekend?" "Who do you mean?" I asked. "Oh never mind. Just someone I don't get along with lately." He turned to me and smiled. He pulled me to him and gave me a big hug. "Thanks man. You have a great ass. I needed that for sure." "My pleasure, Jeff, believe me!" He said, "Damn, you didn't cum, did you? Well, save that up for next time, babe," and he gave me a deep, long kiss. "Let's go see who else has showed up, OK?" I couldn't stop smiling as we walked back to the lodge. I was thinking of that hot fuck I just got. More of this story to come...

I reconnected with an ex-lover not too long ago. We didn't part on the best of terms. He threatened to call the cops on me when I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He was 17 at the time. He begged me to fuck him then when we first met. So, I did. And then, once he realized I didn't wanna fuck anymore after a month or so, he threatened to call the police. What a nice guy. Maybe what happened next was Karma. We made peace and started hanging out recently a few years after our bad split. We'll call my ex lover "Kyle" for privacy sake. We went to some random party one night in Gainesville, Florida and we talked about how we should find a top for both of us to share. He loved the idea. I knew my friend Corey was always up for topping a hot twink. Kyle was a "pocket gay" at about 5-7, 115 pounds, white boy with emo rimmed glasses. He was a total bottom. I told Kyle that my friend Corey would play with us, but warned Kyle that Corey was poz. I described Corey to Kyle - 5-11, 140, 24 yo, huge cock, blond hair, nice body, etc. Kyle was very interested but scared of the poz aspect. I told Kyle that we could all play safe, and at least he knew what he was getting. (Well, maybe he didn't, as it turns out.) So, the next night, I arranged for Corey to come over. I told Corey that Kyle knew he was poz, and that we would just see what happened. I ended up getting a bit too drunk. I started the threesome activity to get us started .. kissing, we took turns going down on each other. I then left the bed to sit at my desk and look for music vidz on YT as I was too drunk/exhausted to continue. Besides, I could play with either of them any other day. It was only a few minutes before Corey was eating Kyle's ass. Kyle moaned. Corey must have ate his ass for at least 10 minutes. And Kyle was loving every moment of it. I was a bit distracted by the playlist I was constructing, and before I knew it, Corey was fucking Kyle. I guess Kyle didn't care about Corey being poz after all. Corey slowly picked up his face as he fucked Kyle doggy style. I was amazed that Kyle was so quiet, though. Corey started pounding him harder. Still, Kyle only occasionally moaned. Must be a bigger power bttm, than I realized. Corey doesn't just fuck. He slam fucks. Deep powerful jabs. And he often likes to take his massive cock all the way out and then drive it all the way in again often. Tonight was no exception. Corey fucked Kyle for over a half hour in 4 or 5 different positions. Only in the last few minutes did Kyle start getting verbal beyond the occasional grunt. Kyle's moans became louder and louder. Corey pounded harder and harder. Loud slaps rang out as Corey drilled Kyle's ass. Both of them moaned increasingly louder. "I'm about to cum," Kyle whined. Corey power slammed his cock in and out as fast as he could and I could tell both of them were cumming at the same time. I noticed Corey didn't bother to pull out either. Kyle didn't seem to mind one bit. Both cleaned themselves up, and the two of them left separately moments later. The next day I got a text from Kyle that said "Wait, was Corey poz?" I guess Kyle couldn't remember. It occurred to me that Kyle was drunk, and high the night before. So, I guess he just forgot. I told him he was and Kyle replied with "wow, thanks." I was going to reply but I figured why waste the time. Maybe Kyle got what he deserved for being such an ass a few years ago. And he should probably be thanking me for real. He got one hell of an ass pounding.

PART ONE It all started innocently enough. I know that's what everyone says but it certainly wasn't my intention for things to end up the way they did. My wife died about 20 years ago. For around five years I didn't know what to do with myself, then I discovered the joys of gay sex and was fully-fledged in that lifestyle for a long time keeping it all hidden from my family who thankfully live a long way away. Over that time there wasn't much I didn't try or do to someone else, and we usually did it raw. Unfortunately it bit me on the ass in the end and I ended up poz. It didn't worry me too much as I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later & I was still taking pretty good care of myself despite the fact my daughter was still under the impression I must be living a lonely life. Far from it in fact! The house I had was pretty big though & I was intending to buy a smaller place, seeing it was only me living there aside from any overnight/weekend/weekly "guests" I might have had. My daughter had the great idea of sending her son to help me pack up the house over around a week or so. I didn't think I needed any help but she thought "it'll be good for him & you'll need the company". Great. I didn't have any problems with the boy, he was about 20 years old, straight and a lovely guy but by God the kid was dumb. I'd also heard that some of my "friends" were gonna be in town for a few days and I was intending to catch up with them. Timing! My sex drive wasn't a patch on what it used to be but I was looking forward to catching up with them for some drinks & a good gossip. I'd been up pretty late watching some porn so the banging on the door at 10am came as a bit of a shock. I staggered to the door and was greeted by Brett's smiling face. "Hey there gramps! It's so good to see you!" He stepped inside & gave me a big hug. I tended to only catch up with them round Xmas time and wasn't on social media so I had no idea how much he'd grown, or to be more precise, bulked up. The boy was in fantastic shape. "Thought I'd get here nice & early to get a full day's work in" he said. I can't fault the kid's attitude I guess. "You don't look ready though!" He laughed. "Is there anywhere you want me to start while you have a shower & breakfast?" "Um....sure...the garage I guess?" I replied in my morning haze. "Sure, I'll get straight to it!" About half an hour later with a full belly & a clean body I walked out to my garage. Brett had done a power of work and I could see a bunch of boxes set up for me to determine whether to keep, throw or store. His body showed at too as his young body was coated in sweat. "Wow boy, there'll be nothing left for me to do at this rate!" "I know gramps. Once I get to that part of the garage behind the sheet it'll all be done!" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I'd forgotten about that this morning. One of the things I really used to love particularly when I was "entertaining", was to use a sex sling. It didn't really worry me too much if I was giving or receiving, I just loved using the damn thing. God knows how many times I seeded a guy or received it myself in that thing. The stories it could tell! I only just realised that my grandson was just about to reveal it. "Well Brett, looks like you could probably do with a break, I'll take it from here!" "No way Gramps, I'm just getting started!" and then the idiot walked over to the sheet and pulled it back. "WOW!!!! What's this Gramps?" My face went bright red (and it's a long time since I've been embarrassed) thinking the secret was well & truly revealed now. "You & Grandma must've got up to all sorts of stuff huh?" By God, how dumb is this kid, she's been dead for nearly twenty years! How sentimental does he think I am! "Ahhhhh yeah, well you know...I was hoping you wouldn't see that" I stammered, thankful for him being so naïve & stupid. "It used to get a bit of work, not so much any more." That part was at least true, he just didn't know that it wasn't his grandmother that was on the receiving end. "So how does it work Gramps? There's a seat & stirrups and a few things here." The dumb boy sat up in the seat, put one of his legs up into the stirrups and was trying with his other one. You know how in movies there's the cliché where a docile animal or person will get a taste for blood or something will just trigger a different side of their personality and then they'll become a maniac. As I looked over to the sling, it wasn't my grandson that I saw. My insatiable sex drive returned and it was a sweaty well-built young man in little to no clothing with his legs spread who was more or less totally helpless. I smiled and I could feel my cock hardening as I walked over to the sling. "I can show you how it works if you like..." END OF PART ONE

Well it took me less than 90 day since joining (11+30+31= 72) to be exact to earn the much coveted 'barebacker' badge on 'The BreedingZone'. I was told about the site by a silent fan, an ardent promiscuous barebacker who was among the first dozen who 'broke me in' as I 'came out' a second time; this time abandoning 'conventional gay relationships' and 'safe sex' for the total bareback sports-fucking... hope you guys enjoy my stories, feedback, confessions and kinky fantasies!

Good luck. Tried this probably 2 years ago. Every file size, every browser, including my phone. No help from mods. I just gave up. It super pissed me off when I see animated avitar's etc and I can't do even a single image even at 160x160 resolution.

I just joined, so I feel like O shouldn't have much of a say, but my vote is public. Some guys may just be exploring scat, and this may be a healthy outlet for the, to get their rocks off.

there is so much on this profile that is wonderful.. i don't know whereto begin.. dark is a plus, nemesis another.. and everything else that follows it.. posted a message to you on bbrt

"Mr. B-----d, you can't keep getting gonorrhea in your throat. We'd like you to talk to a counselor again."

Part:2 The next morning, I had an email waiting for me in my inbox: Welcome! We are glad you have taken the first steps to becoming a silver member. Below you will find the link to download the app and your log-in details. Don’t forget to change your password after set up and happy breeding! I instantly got hard. I had been reading a lot of erotica and just never figured something like this would happen to me. I downloaded the app and hid it a few folders deep. Didn’t want the wife to accidently stumble upon it. It was still early Saturday morning and other than a few errands didn’t have much going on. I decide to flip open the app and test it out. When I popped it opened it, it welcomed me. It had me set up a quick profile. Since the whole purpose of the app was to take loads it required an ass pic. I didn’t have one so I had to take one. I wanted to show that I was a true pussy bottom and put on a pair of my wife’s panties. I set up the camera timer, got on all fours, and showed off my ass. I entered some other particulars, weight, height, age, ethnicity, status, etc. I completed the basics and was ready to go online. I hit activate. And then nothing happened. I knew it, probably some sort of joke, or perhaps it was too early in the morning. I threw my phone on the bed and went to take a nice shower. When I came out there was a notification on my phone. I opened the app and had an “Assignment.” All it said was: “Top looking for pussy to breed within one mile. You have 10 minutes to accept if you are free.” And below the message there was a green button that said accept and a red button that said decline. I was standing there, fresh out of the shower, my heart started thumping. Should I accept? Decline? I mean, this is why I signed up right? Could I show up somewhere and get fucked by a total stranger?! Well, if there was ever at time to try this out it is now that the wife is out of town. I hit accept. A map pulled up with directions pinpointing me and the location. It was less than half a mile away, actually closer than first noted. I threw on a pair of running shorts, no underwear. I grabbed my keys and a fresh bottle of poppers I had just purchased. I figured I could easily jog over. I was jogging down the street, following the map, the gap between the two little dots getting closer. It was not a warm morning, but the physical activity was getting me a little warm. I turned onto a dead end street. The pinpoint ended half way down the street on the left. It was a pretty nice neighborhood. Upper middle class. I ran up the driveway…was about to head for the door when a man called me over from the garage. I almost did not hear him; he was rather quiet. I looked over and he was standing next to a side door next to the garage door. “Are you from the app?” “Yeah, get in here quick, don’t want you to be seen.” He stepped back and I slipped through the door right past him into the garage. It was a bit dark and I had to wait for my eyes to adjust. He closed the door and pushed me in. “Sorry about that, wife is in the house getting breakfast ready. Didn’t want her to see you through the window. She'll be busy for a bit so we have just enough time.” Now that my eyes had adjusted I was able to see the man more clearly. He was in his mid-forties, scruffy beard, not overweight but thick, solid built. You could tell he was a man that worked with his hands. He had a lot of tools and auto parts in the garage, and his hands seemed stained. I figured he was a mechanic of some sort. He wasn’t the hottest guy but definitely handsome. “Well, let’s get started, I don’t have a lot of time.” I dropped to my knees and reached up, he had already unzipped his jeans. I buried my face in his crotch. I have a big underwear fetish and love the smell of worn underwear. Especially that smell of piss in the crotch area. I reached up and pulled the waist band down. A nice 7-inch dick popped out. It was nice and thick. I was going to enjoy this. I started sucking on his cock, licking around the head, getting the faint taste of salty piss. I barely had enough time to get his cock wet with spit when he stopped me saying "Get up. I told you I don’t have enough time, bend over the bench.” I bent over, grabbed my bottle of poppers and took a big whiff, he spit on my hole and just slammed it right in. I yelped. It hurt. I wasn’t expecting for him to just show it in. He put one hand over my mouth and the other on the small of my back. He started to plow my ass. It started to feel good and I pushed my ass back. He figured it was safe to remove his hand from my mouth and he placed both hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto his cock as he slammed into me. I took another big hit of poppers and opened my ass. “Oh yeah slut, I’m gonna bust. You want my babies in your ass, slut? You want me to impregnate you?” “Fuck, yeah, sir, please, breed my pussy. That's why I'm here.” And with one more pump he buried his cock in my ass and held it there. I could feel his cock expand and pulsate with every rope of cum he shot in me. I counted five. He released my hips and withdrew. I felt utterly empty. “Thanks, man. You can exit the back door and head down the alley,” he instructed, pointing at a door in the wall behind him. I pulled up my shorts and he let me out. The door did open up to the alley. I started jogging back home. Don’t know who the guy was but this was definitely a hot experience. As I headed home I could feel some cum leaking out of my ass.

Another classic pozzing story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog readers. ................. I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be in town for SMU’s freshman orientation. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The Kid jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was a horny 18 year old, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy boy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Stevie went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/neg2poz-brian-from-college.html

There is a college boi who lives very close to me according to both A4A and Grindr, but until last night he never responded. However, if there is a guy I want, I won't give up trying to get him in my bed unless he blocks me or tells me he's not interested. Was having no luck last night, so when he logged on A4A, I hit him up around 1:00AM and he responded. I told him to come over, but I only fuck raw (he says safe only in his profile) and he was here in a couple of minutes. Made out for a little bit on the couch before taking him to the bed and diving face first into his twink ass. After rimming and some cock sucking, bent him over and fucked his ass good and hard. He never mentioned a condom and ended up getting bred, before returning the favor. He left around 3:00 with two loads in his ass, and he left two in me. Since he's close, he wants to play again. Hopefully he's going to be a regular.

yes... great story.... great characters that you feel they care .... good job my friend.... looking forward to read the next chapter

Just took a load in a high-rise condo stairwell ... it's hard for me to keep quiet when I'm getting bred. We could've easily been caught. Both of us were cheating....

yesterday... my dad(real dad) my brother and my nephew ran a train on my ass. since I'm the family cum dump they all use me a different times but yesterday all contributed to my greasy loaded ass. about two hours after they left my son cane home from school and feltched my ass out before adding his load. I love my family!!!!

On Sunday, Michael messaged me to say he'd had a great time, and would I like to do it again. In a slutty mood (the best type), I responded "Yes, but not the movie part ;-). Busy now? Come over." I hadn't fucked anyone since Jonas on Friday, so was ready for another session. With a few more messages, he said he'd be at my door in twenty minutes. Mum and Dad were at home, but I was feeling bold, so I told them what was going on, and they asked if I wanted them to go out. I said I didn't mind, as long as they didn't intrude. Dad looked at mum, winked and they went off to their bedroom, giggling. I listened at the door a few minutes later, and sure enough, heard the sounds of sex. I hope I'm still as horny when I'm old. Knowing they were busy, I made myself ready, quickly pulling off my house clothes, and putting on a sundress, with no underwear. Michael arrived, holding flowers, which surprised me. I took them, said thanks, but you don't need to bring flowers, and brought him inside. What do I do with flowers? Nobody's ever given me flowers before. Do I put them in a vase? Sort of derailed my plans to snog him on the doorstep, drag him quickly to bed and jump him. I took them into the kitchen, found a vase, filled it up, and put them in. He said I needed to cut the stems off first. I told him that I don't really care about the flowers, I just want to fuck. He was a bit taken aback, so I asked him where he wanted to fuck me - here or in the bedroom? He stammered a bit, asking if my parents were home, and I told him they were busy, and wouldn't interrupt us. The hesitation was getting to me a bit (seriously, what man hesitates when he's being offered no strings sex?), so I took off my dress, left it on the counter, told him to follow me to the bedroom. He grabbed my dress and followed me. I think he may need quite a lot of training. Once in my bedroom, I decided to follow through with my front door plan, and just started kissing him (of course, I was naked, he was fully dressed, and this was our first physical contact since he arrived - I found that something of a thrill too). I decided to tell him what to do this time, not so much as a dominant, but to teach him to be a bit more dominant. It sort of worked - he got into it, but always seemed a bit stunned. We fucked a few times, and he told me I was amazing and he thinks he loves me. We had a little bit of drama there when I told him I was just here for the sex, not for love, and he was confused, but seemed to agree in the end (and based on how he fucked me again, I think he was happy with it). When we dressed and he went to leave, Mum and Dad were in the kitchen, so we had an awkward moment, when Mum said "oh you must be Michael", and tried to start a pretty normal conversation with him. He just clammed up, excused himself, and basically ran for the door. At the door, I said goodbye, and he whispered that he was glad he took my dress, otherwise they would know. I just smiled and said OK, kissed him goodbye, and closed the door. Talking to Mum about it later, she thought he was in love, and this could be a bit awkward, but that I needed to be confident that it was my body, and I was in control of it, and I should do whatever I want to do with it, regardless of what he thinks. I said I didn't think it would be a problem, as he was getting lots of easy sex, so why would he complain... On Monday, I walked in on Jonas and Michael having a confrontation over me. It seems that Michael thought I was his now, and was warning Jonas away from me, while Jonas was saying that I was my own woman and could do what I want, and we should leave it to me. They were getting a bit loud, and about to break out into fighting when I arrived. Michael grabbed me and said "let's go", and ... long story short, I guess from his perspective, we "broke up". Though, not before I gave him another really good kiss and pressed my body against his, just long enough to feel his hard on start to grow. I told him that I wasn't his, and would do what I want, then went and did the same to Jonas. Michael called me a slut, and started walking off. I called after him that if he wanted to fuck me again, to let me know. This seemed to blow his mind, and he said it wasn't just sex for him. It was for me, and it can still be if you want - I'm up for it. He sulked off, but didn't seem to want to fight any more. Tobias and Timo then turned up, and the three of them took my mind off it with a little fooling around. That night, I fucked all three of them right after school, in a shelter at a park on the way home. I'm sure a few people saw, but nobody stopped - though one guy sat in a car parked with a bit of a view for a while. When I got home, with the cum soaking through my knickers, I sent Michael a message asking him how he was doing. We had one of those counselling type conversations that teenage boys seem to like to have, and I convinced him that I was serious, didn't want any relationship, but didn't want to hurt him, and if he wanted to be one of my fuckbuddies, I was OK with that. He said he wasn't sure, so I said well, let me know if you get horny and want to do it again sometime. He then said he was horny now. I asked when he'd be here, and ... well, we fucked again (I cleaned up beforehand, and put new knickers on, but made sure to leave some spunk in my pussy, and told him I was so wet and horny for him). When he left, he said that he really liked me, and the sex was great, but he wasn't sure he could do that. I told him that was fine, just be nice to me and my friends, and when you're horny, let me know, and I might still put out for you. He left again, just as Mum came home ... this time, no awkward conversations, just a hello and goodbye. Mum asked me how it was going, and I told her everything. We had a good talk about how to avoid leading men on, and how to handle various situations when their emotions get led by their dicks. She told me it's easier with older men, and obviously, when you don't know the men or they don't know you. Then it's just fucking, and that's her favourite. After that, she congratulated me on my first four dick day - it took her a lot longer to go from one to four in a single day. I asked how many she'd done at most, but she wouldn't tell me, just to say it was more than ten, on a number of occasions. Her favourite one was a blindfold gangbang, where she didn't see any of the men, and didn't talk to any of them either, it was just a few hours of constant sex. I asked how she organised that, and she said that sometimes Dad organised things like that as part of the swinger parties they ran, but usually her friend Peter in Frankfurt did these ones, and she liked that because they were men she probably didn't know. I didn't know Peter, but thought maybe one day I should meet him ... I smiled at Mum, and her eyes sparkled back at me.

Current Viral Load: 2.09 Million CD4: .05

Great post -- I agree, the CONNECTION is so much more powerful when you swap DNA. But, work those muscles and keep those loads inside until they're absorbed :-D

Love to piss in a guys ass after I finish fucking him. Like to see how long he can hold it then when he lets loose feel it run down my balls. Sometimes I put a bucket underneath to collect my piss and then I can also feed it back to him again.