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As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

I liked reconnecting with Jason, the high school quarterback I caught fucking my first boyfriend. I had seen him a few more times at bars, clubs, parties, bathhouses. He was always getting fucked. I mean, so was I, but it seemed like he never stopped fucking. As the months wore on, I got busier at work and then spent the summer teaching remedial courses for extra cash. I wasn't going out much then, but I was on the apps and adam4adam. I was getting fucked regularly. When I saw Jason again, the gorgeous football player was gaunt and haggard. I ran into him at a bathhouse and was just stunned when he stopped me to say hi. We got fucked and bred next to each other in the hallway by two frat boys. I was looking at Jason as we got fucked bareback and bred. He was still incredibly attractive, but that was all covered over by a layer of "worn out." I went home that night and told myself that I had to slow down. I'd ruin my chances of getting a boyfriend if everyone could have me so easily. I'd also end up looking so tired and "worn out." That was not my path. I decided. Then Grindr hit in 2009. I was hooked. I was on it regularly and my ass was getting pumped full of a lot of guys' cum. Condoms were almost cliche with my hookups, only some of them even mentioned using one. I didn't even really need to go to Manhattan to hit the bars. I liked to go to Manhattan though and turn on Grindr. I'd be getting nailed pretty quickly. This app was amazing. So many horny hot guys. I started in a new school in Queens during the Fall 2009. It was really difficult. I was making progress with the class over time though. It just took so much effort that I didn't really have time for anything else - including Grindr. I got fucked maybe once a month all during the school year and summer(taught remedial again). That was not enough. My hole was twitchy. It needed cock. And, I knew deep down, it needed cum. When I looked up from work in Fall 2010, it seemed like the world had changed. Marriage Equality was coming! It hadn't happened in NY yet, but we all knew it would. It seemed like guys couldn't wait though and were going to other states to get hitched. I saw Facebook photos, received wedding invitations, and generally thought I was so disconnected from it all. Guys I met in college. Couples I fucked around with. Guys I'd seen for years in the bathhouses and at parties. Guys that just met for the first time. All getting married. That's when it hit me. I hadn't even been asked on a date in 6 years. 6 years! I was stunned. I'd had hundreds of sex partners in that time, but no dates. My depression worsened and I was starting to have trouble leaving the house. Sara, my previous roommate now dating my brother, got me to see a doctor and get on drugs. It took a few months, but I was starting to feel better again. It helped to walk the city at night and take the train. Not sure why, but being in the lively city helped me feel more alive. On one of my walks, I ran into Steve. It was so good to see him. We hugged in the middle of the street and talked for an hour without moving. Steve is great! He has a good job, is well adjusted, dating a guy (not seriously). We decided to grab a drink. One drink turned into a full night of dancing shirtless. It was so much fun. Steve texted me the next day and asked if I want to go to a party he heard about - Under 35 Only, Exclusive Party. It was held in an unfinished loft style building on the West Side. The place is fitted out for the party, rooms separated by curtains and sheer drapery, couches, tables, bars. It was dimly lit. Guys had to strip to their underwear to gain entrance. There was a flat $100 fee, but liquor was free inside. I looked around and all the guys were young and gorgeous. I was hesitant at first because I felt really fat compared to these guys. Steve stepped in and said, "Fuck man. You are as hot as I remember. When did you start wearing jockstraps?" He winked at me and we went for drinks. He made me feel more confident. We were in line for drinks and I saw my old roommate John. I was happy to see him. He looked great and twinky as ever. So cute. I introduced John and Steve. We all hung out for our first round and then split up to look for guys to fuck. The crowd was starting to make out and fuck around. My hole was ready. I needed to get fucked tonight. A muscle guy stopped me and we chatted for a bit. I leaned in and felt his chest and he felt my ass. He kissed me. We made out for awhile. Then he turned me around. He felt my ass. He said, "Are you a bottom?" I said I was. He said, "Good." He rubbed against my back and pulled my hand back to rub his cock. It was a good cock. I stroked him and pushed his briefs down to get his cock out. He said, "Get it wet." I turned around and got on my knees. I looked around briefly and guys were having sex all over the place. I took his cock in my mouth. He was trimmed and freshly showered. He tasted really good. I sucked on him for about 5 minutes before he pulled me up and turned me around. He rubbed up on my back and lowered himself to his knees. He spread my ass and jammed his tongue in my hole. He tongue fucked me for a bit and ate my ass. He slid up my body again, feeling me the entire time. His cock resting on my ass. He spit in his hand a few times and wet his cock. He pointed it at my hole and pushed. I pushed back and his head popped in. As he slipped inside me further he whispered, "I'm in you raw. Do you want me to use a condom?" I moaned and pushed back some more. I said, "No. It feels good like this." That's when he slid all the way in. We didn't say anything else to each other until the end when he was fucking me with short strokes really quickly. He whispered, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I softly replied, "Do it. Cum in me." He did. His cum felt good and warm. I smiled. He turned me around again, pulled my jockstrap down and sucked my cock. That felt really good too. I was on edge and going to cum in his mouth soon. I looked around and saw bottom boy John getting nailed hard by a short redhead. He was going to town on John's ass and John was clearly loving it. He had his hands pressed against the wall and was moving his ass in rhythm with the redhead's cock. As I watched, I got a bit distracted and realized I wasn't going to cum so quickly anymore. I put my hand on my top's head and turned my attention back to him. I was getting close again when I heard John say, "Yeah, fill me up." Safe-sex only John. Always condoms John. Good boy John. Going to study AIDS John. Always warning me about unprotected sex John. There was a guy pulling his cock out of John's ass and his cock was bare. No condom. I had just seen John take a load from a dude he didn't know. Fuck that was so hot! I came in my top's mouth and he swallowed my load. My top and I hung for a bit, but then parted ways. I couldn't find John, but did find Steve. Steve had just fucked a cute black guy. Steve said, "Let's go to my place and fuck. I want your ass." We went to Steve's place. We hung out, he fucked me bareback, bred me, made me beg for his cum, and we slept. We woke up in the morning, fucked again and again and again. I really liked Steve. Steve and I started dating that day. We were pretty inseparable. It was really a good time being with him. I didn't feel the same way about Steve that I felt about Eli, Justin or Connor. It wasn't a burning passion. It was more comfortable and easier. I liked Steve.

Part: 6 It sort of went like this for the next few months. I would cruise for a load whenever I could sneak it in. During lunch breaks, on my way home, sometimes in the mornings, or at the gym. I got bred in many locations I would have never thought. Alleys, offices, parks, bathroom stalls. And I kept racking up those 5 star reviews. The guys were always a mix too. Sometimes it would be some 18-year-old kid that would jack hammer my hole and other times it was an older daddy. The convenience of the app made it so easy to keep from my wife she never suspected a thing. A few months in the wife was out of town again for the weekend, she was just making a quick trip to check on her mom and would be back the next day. She had taken our son with her. I made an excuse about staying behind to catch up on some work but I was really hoping to get some loads in me. Sat morning, I woke up to a message on the app: “Congratulations, you have received enough 5 star reviews to qualify you to upgrade to gold status. Please be aware that gold status comes with a Gift. We pozitively think you will enjoy the upgrade. If you are ready to be charged, hit accept!” Oh man, I didn’t even know what the gold membership really was but it sounded hot. I hit accept. I immediately got another message. “Welcome to Gold status. We have a new member event being held tonight to welcome you. Please show up at 8 p.m. to the address noted below. You will be the guest of honor where you will be receiving your Gift as a gold member. Show up wearing a jockstrap. Please RSVP ASAP if you are going to attend.” It was an address downtown, and the wife was out of town so what the heck. I hit yes. All day I was nervous and excited at the same time. What was the gift? Who will be there? What other cool things will come with being a gold member? I had never been in a group setting, let alone the center of attention. 7:30 came and I made my way over. The address was to a non-marked building at the end of a dead end street. It was downtown so it was a bit shady, a lot of homeless people about. The building did have parking next to it so I left my car there and walked up to the building. I knocked on the door and waited. Nothing happened. I knocked again and again nothing happened. Then out of nowhere a door to the left I had not seen before opens up and a guy motions me in. There are these stairs that went down into what seemed a basement. “you here for the gift?” “ummm…yeah, I just upgraded this morning.” “cool, I’ll think you are going to have a good time, strip down to your jock, you can leave your shit in that locker over there. I’ll be back for you in a sec.” He stepped through another door and left me in the empty room. It literally only had that one locker. I stripped to my jock and put my stuff away and waited. I could hear voiced but could not tell how many. The guy came back: “you ready?” “Yeah” “Good….im going to place this blindfold on you, take you into the center of the room, and then remove the blindfold there.” I nodded and everything went dark. The guy snapped a collar on me too and a leash. He started to lead me with the leash into the room. Once I stepped through the door I could feel the air change. I heard a lot of voices. Guys were grabbing and slapping my ass. A few slipped fingers into my hole. “yeah man, fresh meat!” “Gonna wreck that pussy” “can’t wait to charge him up!” Everyone seemed excited. I reached the center of the room and was pushed on all fours. The blind fold came out. I looked around, it was really bright and I could not see, I was in the center of a room with bright lights on me, some sort of spotlight. “We welcome our newest gold member, fresh meat for you to pozitively enjoy! Let the fun begin!”

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

I was in the doctor’s office for my annual exam. I had being seeing Dr. Phillips for a few years and I was pretty comfortable talking about all my health care issues with him. He knew that I was gay. Hell…he even knew that I was a bottom during sex. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the three-day weekend. I guess mine was the next-to-last appointment of the day. There was only one guy left in the waiting room. He was a slender guy, a little older than me, with average looks and short sandy hair. I didn’t pay much attention to him. After checking my physical responses, the doctor asked me the usual health and lifestyle questions. This year, however, my answer about whether I practiced safe sex was different. I told him that I had gotten fucked without a condom on several occasions. Surprisingly, I didn’t get the lecture that I expected. Instead, he asked me to explain my reasons for bottoming without protection. Hesitantly, I told him that I was becoming attracted to the idea of “bug chasing.” I said that I was attracted to the idea of taking poz cum. He said, “Are you aware of the risk that you might convert to being HIV-positive?” I relied, “I guess so. I haven’t thought about it that much yet, but the notion of routinely taking loads of some guy’s infected sperm is becoming increasingly appealing to me. It’s like breaking some wild kind of taboo!” The doctor said, “I’ve read up on this kind of behavior and it seems that most men professing a desire to be "pozzed" are really only engaging in an extreme sort of fantasy. Do you think that’s true in your case?” “No, Doc, I’m sure that that’s what I want. The whole idea turns me on for so MANY reasons!” When he heard this, his manner changed…more alert, more interested. He looked at me intently for a few moments, as if making up his mind about something. He said, “I’ve got an idea. It just so happens that the young man out in the waiting room has recently tested HIV-positive. We haven’t started him on any medications yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high. Why don’t I ask him to join us?” “You mean NOW?” I squeaked. I was still lying on the exam table, clad only in a thin Johnny that had been pulled up above my waist. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “Yes, right now! There’s no time like the present.” He then stood up, crossed the room and opened the door to the waiting room. I heard him tell his nurse that she could go home now. “Have a great weekend, Nancy!” he said. Next, he called out, “Mark! Why don’t you come into my office?” I could hear footsteps as the quiet young guy that I’d seen earlier came on in. He looked with a gleam of interest at my half-naked body lying on the examination table. The doctor said, “Mark, this is Alex, one of my patients. He currently is HIV-negative but he tells me that he’s been having unsafe sex recently in hopes of contracting the virus. Isn’t that right, Alex?” I could only blush in response. Mark stared at me with a wolfish grin on his face. Doctor Phillips continued, “It occurred to me that you two could help each other. Mark was telling me that he’s been getting very frustrated since his diagnosis because he stopped having sex. Mark, you don’t mind discussing this with Alex present, do you?” “No, doc! That’s ok. It’s just that I’m so HORNY all the time now. Do you think I’ll ever be able to fuck normally again?” The doctor then said to me, “You’re ok with this, too, Alex? We have your permission to help? I mean, you don’t object, do you?” I was confused. Help me? Help me with WHAT? I tried to say something…anything, but only a choked sound came out. “Well,” the doctor said, “the solution seems pretty simple. Mark, why don’t you go ahead and insert your penis into Alex here so you can commence intercourse. That will grant you the sexual release you’ve been seeking and Alex here can begin receiving the virus that he’s been trying to get. Go ahead, Mark, give him what he’s been asking for.” My head was spinning but I could only moan incoherently at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I just going to let this total stranger deposit his infected fluid deep within my bowels? Dr. Phillips voice brought me back. “Here’s some KY Jelly, Mark. Doctors always have plenty of that on hand.” At that, I felt a large stiff cock push inside me. Mark muttered, “Shit, doc! You don’t know how great this tight hole feels. You sure this guy Alex doesn’t care that I’m gonna flood his guts with my AIDS babies? Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to knock you up?” The doctor replied, “Don’t give it a second thought, Mark! It’s exactly what he wants. He told me so himself!” After Mark shot his first toxic load into me, Dr. Phillips insisted that he repeat the intercourse twice more “for good measure.” On my way out the door on wobbly legs the doctor slipped a small white appointment card into my hand. “I want the two of you to return for office visits until your HIV test comes back positive. Have a great weekend and see you next week!”

Part 6 (Luke''s Total Corruption) Luke still had his eyes shut with a cock that was still as soft as ever when Matt moved up placing straight boy's legs on his shoulders as he moved to mount neg boy's hole. Luke was stunned as he felt Matt's hard cock pushing at his hole bringing him back to reality with him opening his eyes to see Matt up on the lunge chair as his own ass seem to (instinctively) accept Matt's cock. A moan escaped through Luke's lips as his neighbor's hard cock breached his hole and quickly sank all the way inside. Steve sat watching Luke take Matt's cock as he slipped out of his shorts and began to pump his already hard and dripping cock. He stood up and moved in closer to see a confused look on Luke's face as he began to get fucked for the first time. It was a look he has seen on many boys that had been corrupted in the past as the drugs seemed to confuse what t the boy being corrupted (in this case, Luke) normally thought about gay sex. Matt quickened his pace as he fucked the no longer virgin boy beneath him. He recalled that Luke was reluctant to breed him when he got fucked earlier in the day and wasn't sure if Luke even knew he was taking his raw cock up his shiter. Matt knew he needed to complete Luke's corruption and took one of his hands and placed it on his cock as he contnued to piston fuck his neighbor as he said "Bro, you're taking my cock like a champ. It's like you're entire life was leaing you to this pivitol point in your life where you would discover your true self." Luke ran his hand along the slick, hard as steel cock that was invading not just his body, but his soul when he realized that Matt was not wearing a rubber. The shocked expression on Luke's face increased the need Matt had to breed him as he seemed to try and squirm and force the hard cock out from inside himself as he began to beg Matt to stop and put on protection. Matt buried his cock in to the root as he leaned in close to Luke asking him "You get to fuck and breed my ass but I can get the same reciprocation?" Matt again pleaded with his neighbor "Please don't cum inside me, please?" Matt still had his cock firmly planted deep inside Luke as he pinned his arms to the lounge chair. This gave Steve the opportunity to take start the final phase of the corruption as he took a rubber tube and placed it tightly on Luke's left bicep. Then retrieving a prepared point (a nice fat dose too) he quickly slipped the needle into a nice fat vein as Matt let Luke know that he shortly would do anything he was told from that point on. Steve got the familiar red register before pushing it's payload into their intended victim. After the rubber tube was removed from his arm Luke began to cough as his chest heaved with his heart beating faster, his sensation scrambled as he rode the dark wave of his first slam. Matt felt the change in Luke as he quickly resumed fucking him. As Luke tried to comprehend the situation, which was impossible in his drug induced state, Matt asked him "How do you feel about getting fucked by my raw cock now?" Luke struggled a bit as he attempted to formulate the right words only to say "Feels great." Matt then asked "And what about my breeding you? You ready to become a cum dump? You ready to get knocked up?" Luke had no clue the true meaning of those words as Matt picked up speed knowing he would soon reach the point where he wanted to hear Luke beg for his seed. Luke's answer was again a simple one, "I'll become anything you want me to be." Steve then chimed in saying "We know that. but what do you say about Matt filling you up with his charged load?" It seemed to come out of Luke's mouth instinctively when he asked Matt, "Please breed me, give me your charge load." With that said Matt then filled his hole with his very potent cum as he collapsed on top of their new whore. As Matt was starting to cum around he made it a point to start to teach the new whore the importance of kissing as he leaned in kissing Luke forcing his tongue into his mouth. After a couple of minuted Steve tapped Matt on the shoulder letting him know that it was time to move things to the basement.

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

Hey just wondering if any of you guys were ever molested as a child and that's why you're a big now I was molested for years and I absolutely think that's why I'm a nasty Pig right now just curious about all this and would like to talk about it send me messages if you want to chat

I haven't posted for quite a while on this thread but I need to.... So yesterday I went in to my local STD clinic for my routine check up. I waited a while as they had forgotten about me. Then a guy came out to say Have you been seen yet? Nope, not yet, I replied. He took my file to a room and in less than a minute another guy came out and called my name. I went in to his little office, noticed he was sort of checking me out. He got me to go get the blood tests and to do the swabs and said he would do the questionnaire after I came back which I thought was odd and opposite. Did all that, came back and we chatted. He asked the usual questions and when I said oh I only gutted fucked BB, he asked where. I said at parties or grindr or sex clubs or living where I do I really only have to open my door, to which he replied, I hope I'll be invited in when I walk down your street..... He was so cute too, so I said so, he leaned over and started to kiss me. I kissed back and I presume when he got up he locked his door but to be honest I didn't notice. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his pretty impressive thick dick. I thought, OK, he'll blow down my throat so I said, I hope you breed me sometime to which he replied, I'm gonna breed you now.... I was like, I'm not sure I'm "ready" for that and he told me to shut up, got me up and pulled my pants down and had me lean over his desk. He lapped up at my hole for a while and jacked himself off and I made note not to make a sound as I really wanted to moan. He tried then to fuck me but because of being nervous I was too tight and told him to get some lube. He used spit instead and still I couldn't take him so he then grabbed some lube a from his bowl of lube and condoms and he pushed in and filled me up to the hilt. He fucked a little too hard since I wasn't relaxed (and didn't have my poppers) and kept ramming onto my second hole, so I kept raising up to make it easier and he kept pushing me down so he could get further in (bad bottom I know). I could feel cold sweats on my back and my heart was racing. I kept thinking I hope the door is locked. After about 10 minutes I relaxed into his fucking a little more and he kept ramming into my second hole and finally pushed in and then he unloaded. First a little as I felt him tense up and throb. Then he fucked me for another minute and he then came hard. As he withdrew, I looked to make sure I was clean, thankfully all was ok, lol. I told him I should see him when I go back for more tests and should come more frequently to which he replied, you can always request me and it never hurts to check all the time since you like getting loaded.... I'll be back for sure, took his card.... That was a total surprise for the day and I was trying not to smile completely like a cheshire cat walking out of the clinic...... Kept those puppies in me all day too.

This is my first time writing and although this is fiction, it is very heavily influenced by my own experiences. I hope that you guys give me yer honest feedback, thanks. Colt was the typical redneck white trash kind of kid growing up in a rural state in a small town along a major interstate hiway. He knew he was white trash because everyone told him so. It was just him and his mother Brenda for as long as he knew. They lived in a dumpy trailer house on the edge of town and his mom worked at the local truck stop. Colt didn't have any friends but his mom sure did. Every night after she got off work she always had a " guest" over. Usually it was some truck driver or biker who had come through. Occasionally it was a local like the banker, one of his teachers, or even one of the older high school guys from his school. It certainly made making friends at school very hard for Colt especially when the older boys would tell him how good his mom was in bed. Colt was a loner. Colt had grown up tough and strong. He was 5'11 inches 150 pounds of pure muscle. He had dark hair, dark eyes and he prided himself that he grew a beard, sort of in the 9th grade. He was considered attractive but no girl would dare talk to him because of his mom's reputation. Colt never talked to anyone at school. He lived his life invisible to everyone around him. He only saw his mom briefly when she came home from work and always had a guest with her. They would walk in, his mom would say a quick hello and they would disappear down the hall to the bedroom. There were several times when Colt would fall asleep on the sofa one of the guests would come out and watch tv. The guy would often be friendly with Colt, and he enjoyed the attention. A few times they would drink beer with Colt or even share a joint. It made Colt feel grown up when this would happen and he enjoyed the buzz or high he got with these men. A few had even asked him to suck their cocks but Colt never did. The other thing Colt enjoyed was hanging out at the park that was behind the truck stop his mom worked at. It was secluded, along the river, and had space for camping and truck parking. There was also a nice brick restroom in the center. Colt would watch the cars and big rigs traveling the roads and long to leave this hell hole. He did notice that more guys than anything stopped and used the restrooms but never thought much about it. They would often glance at him as they entered or talk to him as they came out but he never figured it out, until on day in August. He knew it was August because the bikers had been coming through town in their way to Sturgis for the big bike rally. He enjoyed the sounds of the big bikes, how the guys were dressed in black leather, and how rugged they seemed. He needed to take a piss and headed to the restroom. He walked it and it smelled like all outdoor toilets, the smell of piss and disinfectant was strong. He had just started pissing when he heard two bikes stop outside and two bikers walked in. He had chosen the urinal in the center and soon he had one biker on each side of him. He got nervous when anyone was around and he froze up. He couldn't piss. He just stood there while the two bikers were pissing on either side of him. He stared straight ahead at the brick wall and tried to focus. He wasn't listening to the two bikers and was startled when one put his hand on his shoulder and said shy huh? Colt jumped a little and turned beet red. He looked down again and noticed the biker had a big hard cock hanging out of his pants. Colt just stared at it. The biker said you must like what you see there boy and Colt just turned more red. The biker on the other side of him said well mine is just as nice and Colt turned and saw he too was hard and slowly stroking his fat uncut cock. Colt wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to run out of there and yet his feet didn't move. The bikers kept saying things but he wasn't really comprehending. The dark haired biker who had his hand on his shoulder turned Colt to face the other biker with the uncut cock. He was blond, bearded about 35 and about the same height as Colt but much bigger. The blond biker then kneeled on the floor and unbuckled Colts wranglers, pushing them down and that's when the biker realized Colt didn't have any underwear on. Truth was Colt didn't have any as his mom never got around to buying him any. Colt stood there in shock and fear as the biker started stroking Colt's cock and it started to grow. Nobody had ever touched Colt before and he blushed deeply again. The biker said there is nothing better than boy cock and opened his mouth and started sucking Colt's 7 inch cock. He couldn't believe the incredible feelings he was receiving. He just closed his eyes and he could feel the other biker behind him start to kiss his neck and rub his growing bulge against Colt's exposed ass. The biker said to his buddy that there is one thing better than boy cock and that's boy ass and both bikers laughed. All Colt knew at that point was he was feeling real good right now. The biker behind him also kneeled behind him and felt him spread his ass cheeks apart and he pushed his face into the boys crack. Colt was not sure what was going to happen but the beard felt good on his crack and then he held something warm and wet on his virgin hole. Holy fuck Colt thought to himself, this feels awesome. The guy went from licking his hole to probing it. He would git it real wet and then he felt one of the bikers fingers invade his hole. Before Colt could protest, he suddenly felt his cock erupt into the blond bikers mouth and he blasted ever drop of boy cum he had in his balls. He felt his ass spasm and buck against the other biker's finger. Colt literally felt like his legs would collapse and he would fall down but the two bikers kept him upright. The three guys could hear a couple a cars pull up to the restroom and the two bikers quickly tucked their cocks back in and the dark haired biker quickly said meet us outside and they walked out. Colt was still standing at the urinal, his wranglers down to his boots when he heard the door open again. He quickly pulled his jeans back up and washed his hands as he processed what just happened. He wasn't sure how he felt and if he should go talk to them or not. He pulled the door open and walked out......

Part 7 (Corruption in the Basement) Luke had just been fucked raw and bred by Matt as they were now ready to take him into the basement play room. Matt quickly pulled his cock out of Luke's well seeded hole only to be quickly replaced by a butt plug to make sure that nothing would leak out as they moved the action to the play room. Steve went on a head as Luke was helped to his feet and guided inside and down the dark basement stairs. When they hit the bottom of the stair case as their eyes adjusted to the low light provided by a couple black light bulbs and two 42" flat panel TV's. In the middle of the room was Luke's 'home' (so to speak) for the remainder of his corruption. Steve looked at Luke and simply said "GET YOUR NEG ASS IN THAT SLING BITCH!". Matt assisted him in getting situated in the sling just how he knew Steve wanted him with his ass slightly hanging over the edge, his legs spread wide, ankles and wrists restrained to the chains that supported the sling from the basement ceiling. Once Luke was situated his ass was raised slightly to allow for gravity to do its work in not only keeping what ever cum was deposited inside him but to let it move deeper into his colon. Luke never spoke a word as one of the screens began to play Steve's collection of home made porn of previous corruption of innocent, straight kids like Luke Luke was surprised as the video on the second screen began to play as he recognized the room as his studio apartment. There he was on the bed smoking the pipe Matt had given him the night before and stoking his dick. As he watched the scene change to when Matt joined him and began sucking his dick for the first time Steve again spoke to him, "IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY THIS VIDEO WILL BE SENT TO EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY AND YOU WILL DISAPPEAR FOR EVER. I HAVE A CLIENT WHO WANTS TO PAY ME A LOT OF MONEY FOR YOU. BUT I KNOW I CAN MAKE 10 TIMES AS MUCH WITH YOU WORKING FOR ME. BUT IF YOU DON'T LISTEN, I WILL ACCEPT HIS OFFER, CRATE YOU UP AND SHIP YOU TO HIM NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR BITCH?" While Steve was telling this to Luke Matt had tied a rubber tube tightly on Luke's bicep and had another slam ready to administer. Although this one was only half the size of Luke's first slam that he had only be given less than 30 minutes earlier, it was enough to fuck the boy up royally. Matt slid the point into Luke's vein as Steve finished his little speech to (their soon to be) whore. They wasted no time in removing the tight tubbing bring Luke into a new euphoric rush as he coughed out and attempted to focus his eyes on his surrounding. Luke could now hear a definite ringing in his ears as he was lost in what he was going to need daily, a nice slam of Tina. It was now Steve's turn to breed the former virgin. He immediately got between Luke's legs, pulled the butt plug out and and slammed his cock in balls deep. Luke was so fucking high by this point the new hard cock entering his seeded ass caused him to begin to moan like a cheap whore. Compared to Matt's cock, Steve had almost a full inch on length but definitely over an inch on girth. Steve was impressed at how nice, tight and warm Luke's as felt. While Steve fucked away at Luke's former virgin ass Matt was able to move to the bound boy's head. The way the sling was configured it was in a way that allowed access to Luke's mouth. It was time to teach the boy to suck cock (and hopefully get him to loose his gag reflex). Matt was still semi-hard (with help from Viagra) and able to give Luke's mouth and throat a good workout as Steve continued to pound away at his ass when suddenly there was a buzz heard. Matt knew it was their guests for the evening and hurried up stairs to let them inside. Steve had invited just about every gay boy on campus he knew to join in the final phase of Luke's corruption, a gang bang of his (soon to be no longer) neg ass. Steve's guests all knew to be on time since no once else would be let inside the house once they were all down in the play room. Matt was pleasantly surprised to see 'Nerd Boy' walking through the door. He remembered how much he enjoyed fucking the kid and now that he knew the joys of getting fucked along with the size of 'Nerd Boy's' cock, he was secretly hoping to be on the receiving end of what he gave a few weeks back. While Matt was taking care of the guests upstairs Steve leaned in and after a nice hard slap to get the moaning Luke's attention he said "FOCUS FAG! I WANT TO BE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU NEXT. WE WILL SOON BE JOINED BY A GROUP OF MY GOOD FRIENDS. THEY ARE HERE TO ASSIST IN YOUR BECOMING MY PROPERTY. THAT'S RIGHT I NOW OWN YOUR ASS AS I DEMONSTRATED WITH THE VIDEO I HAVE. WHAT THAT MEANS IS YOUR ASS WORKS FOR ME AND I WILL RENT IT OUR TO ANYONE WHO HAS THE CASH TO PAY THE PRICE TO HAVE IT FOR THEIR USE." Steve paused to slap Luke once more before continuing, "THE IMPORTANT FACT I WANT TO GET THROUGH THAT DRUGGED UP BRAIN OF YOURS RIGHT NOW IS THAT EVERYONE STANDING AROUND YOU IS HIV+. YOUR PITIFUL PLEA TO MATT WHEN HE FUCKED YOU BY THE POOL TO PUT ON A CONDOM THEN BEGGING HIM NOT TO CUM INSIDE YOU WAS USELESS. HE FILLED YOUR NEG ASS WITH A WEEKS WORTH OF HIS UNMEDICATED POZ CUM THAT I'M SURE HAS ALREADY TAKEN ROOT. TO INSURE YOUR CONVERSION MY FRIENDS HERE WILL ALL ADD THEIR OWN POZ CUM. EACH ONE WILL ASK YOU TO BEG FOR THEIR DIRTY SEED, THEIR CHARGED LOAD, IF YOU WANT TO GET PREGNANT, KNOCKED UP. I EXPECT YOU TO NOT JUST ASK THEM FOR THEIR CUM, BUT TO BEG FOR IT. I WANT TO HEAR YOU START BEGGING ME FOR MY LOAD, BEG ME TO KNOCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DON'T DO THIS I SWEAR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" Which Steve accentuated by roughly grabbing Luke's balls with a firm hand and pulled on them hard. Back up on the main floor Matt reminded their guests that although the bound kid in the sling may have looked under age, it was a fact that he was 18 years old as ever one stripped down and stored their clothes in numbers bag which Matt secured inside a locked closet before making their way into the basement playroom. As the group of a men descended the stairs they could already hear Luke saying, "Please Sir, give me your poz seed, I want to get knocked up, I need the gift of your charged load." Steve always made of show of this as all of the guests were now gathered around to watch as he began to long dick the helpless, restrained Luke. Steve was pulling his 8" thick cock completely out of Luke's ass before slamming back in as he was getting ready to breed the bound boy. Luke kept asking to be pozzed as Steve had told him to do. Steve looked down at his brand new whore and yelled out, "READY OR NOT TAKE MY AIDS CUM YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!", as he slammed balls deep inside depositing his own weeks worth of poz cum as his entire body shook from his orgasm. As soon as Steve pulled out one of his friends who were there to join in on Luke's corruption quickly took his place as those in the group began to get high. Some began to hit the numerous pipes laying around as others found fresh points, Tina and sterile water. Matt wanted to get to know 'Nerd Boy' better and when he saw him grab a point, fill it with some Tina he did the same making sure to find the object of his current obsession (besides corrupting Luke). Steve helped Matt learn his tollerance when it came to slamming Tina and still being able to fucntion as a top. He had his prepared point as he found a space next to 'Nerd Boy'. The two made eye contact as they both were getting ready to slam themselves. They paused for the moment so that Matt could learn that 'Nerd Boy's' real name was James and he wasn't the total bottom that Matt was led to believe. Matt let James know that he had been shown the joys of bottoming and was no longer a total top eliciting a smile from his new friend. They shared a quick smile as they tightened rubber tubbing on their bicep and mutually slammed at the same time pulling the tubbing off their arms together. They then enjoyed their mutual rush while hearing Luke continue to ask to be pozzed. The only rule Steve had was that all cum was to go inside Luke's ass. Other then that, everyone was free to explore each other which Matt and James began to do. The only thing James asked was that if he was to fuck and cum inside Luke he couldn't be fucked. That gave Matt an idea and he invited James back to his apartment after the gang bang. James agreed as the guy who had replaced Steve inside Luke howled as he unloaded his cum deep inside the corrupted boy. Luke spent the next day and a half getting seeded multiple times by every guy that was there while Matt made sure to keep him plenty high with repeated slams. He even took a double penetration from Matt and James as they fucked him together. Steve could tell that his friends were ready to head their own way he knew it was time to take his new piece of property on a test run at the rest stop just outside of town. He knew it would be filled with truckers and married men needing a place to unload and he planned to get $20 for each one who wanted to fuck his new whore.

Part 5 (Starting the Corruption Luke) Once Luke was able to get hard he was ready for the ladies of the building. Luke threw on some mesh basket ball shorts and a t-shirt before the two high neighbors went to look for them only to find a note on their door that they had to help a friend and woudn't be back until late on Sunday. Now a hard and very horny Luke was asking Matt if he knew any other girls that they could possible fuck. With the shorts Luke was wearing it was hard to hide his semi-erect cock. They head back to Luke's apartment where Luke's horniness won out as he asked Matt if he'd would suck his cock some more. With Luke laying on his bed Matt went to work again sucking his straight neighbors cock. Once he had it fully hard again and sufficiently slicked with his spit he quickly jumped up on the bed and impailed himslef on Luke's hard rod. The sudden change in sensation brought Luke out of what ever fantasy he was playing in his head as Matt began to ride him. Matt looked at Luke telling him, "If you're going to want to get off then I'm going to get off too in my own way." With that said Luke found himself lost in the warmth and tightness of Matt's muscular ass as the two began to work up a sweat. After Matt was sure Luke was getting into fucking him they rolled over so that Matt was now on his back while keeping Luke's cock firmly inside Matt's ass. In this new position Luke took up the responsibility and began to fuck Matt like he had fucked his girlfriend on so many weekends. Matt worked his ass like the expert bottom Steve had turned him into and soon had Luke ready to blow his load. At first Luke tried to pull out not wanting to cum inside his neighbor only to have Matt pull him in tight as he felt the straight boy's dick start to thicken. Luke gave into the sensation and in a short time later deposited his load inside Matt. With the Viagra in Luke's system he stayed hard as a rock as Matt continued to milk his cock eliciting a second round of getting his ass plowed by the soon to be Tina whore. This second time it took longer for Luke to shot. Matt enjoyed the fucking he was getting thinking how they could use Luke. There were clients that would love to have a boy looking like he was still in high school as they either fucked him or were fucked by him. When Luke finally graced Matt with his second load Matt made sure that Luke was fully aware of his actions. Luke was totally wiped after his second orgasm and the two neighbors laid there in Luke's bed naked as Luke attempted to comprehend what had happened between the two of the two of them over the past few hours. In a short time with Tina and Viagra in Luke's system he had let his neighbor and friend give him the best blow job he had ever had and tricked him into fucking him. Luke ad to admit that fucking Matt actually felt better then he had ever experienced when fucking his ex-girlfriend or either of the ladies that lived upstairs. Luke figured he chalk it up tothe Tina, leave it at that and try to forget what had happened. Luke was brought back to reality as Matt suggested that they check and see if the ladies were back yet. Luke grabbed a pair of board shorts as Matt ducked into his apartment to put on a piar of Andrew Christian square cut trunks that had their signature feature called 'Show it Tech' that enhanced his package. Luke meet Matt outside his apartment door, seeing how the trunks fit on Matt had to ask about them. Luke was told about the feature and said he would look into getting a pair of his own. Matt mentioned that he had several more and that Luke could borrow one. Luke followed Matt back into his apartment and picked out a nice red pair and after a little bit of instruction had them on with his semi-hard cock packed nicely in the pouch. The two then headed out to the pool knowing that if the ladies were back they'd be out there getting some sun. The only person out there was Steve as he was getting some sun. They could see the mid day sun high in the sky as the three men began to relax by the pool. Steve offered his tenants a drink. Matt kept Luke distracted while Steve mixed the drinks. Luke was getting Steve's special mixture of fruit punch laced with GHB and Tina that was just enough after 3 or 4 would render the straight boy very horny and probably give him a bad case of T-dick. While Steve made the drinks he invited the two to join him in smoking some Tina from the bubbler he had hidden under a towel. Luke was the first one to reach the pipe and began to blow a couple clouds before handing it off to Matt who blew a nice cloud of his own before handing the bubbler back to Luke. After Luke took a massive hit just as Steve returned with their drinks. Steve took the pipe from Luke, blew his cloud then handed it back to Luke. This went with Luke taking 2 big hits for every one that Steve and Matt took as they sipped their drinks. Both Steve and Matt were coaching Luke to take bigger hit of Tina and drink more of his drink. Sure enough as Luke was almost half way through his fourth glass he leaned over and quietly asked Matt if he'd like to go back to his apartment with him. Matt, knowing that the straight boy wasn't going to be able to get it up let his naighbor know that he had some interest in some another go with him by placing his hand on his shriveled up dick . Even with the show it tech feature it was very evident that Luke's dick was not going to work. Matt told Luke that he'd rather work on sucking him hard right there by the pool. At first Luke resisted, but with the G and T in his system it didn't take much before Matt was between his legs with straight boy's limp (and useless) dick in his mouth. Of course Matt didn't try very hard to get Luke's dick to respond and before Luke knew what was going on Matt had moved down to begin rimming straight boy's virgin hole as Luke lay there with his eyes shut. The sensation of having his hole rimmed for the first time had Luke puzzled but turned on. Between the G and T in his system his seances were heightened and his inhibitions lowered allowed Luke to let a deeo sounding moan escape through his lips. Then when Matt slipped a lubed finger into his hole that moan got louder. Steve sat and watched as Luke lay there impailed on Matt's single digit. Matt easily found the container of Tina Steve had hidden beneath the lounge chair that Luke was stretched out on as he pulled his single finger from Luke warm and inviting hole bringing a sign of disappointment from their intended corruption. Luke didn't have to wait long as Matt quickly stuck two of his lubed up fingers into the Tina container making sure to grabbed a nice size shard before slipping them back inside Luke's virgin chute. As Matt's fingers worked inside Luke deeper then the first time Matt began to streach and tear at his intended victims hole preparing him for his eventual first fuck. Luke was moaning again but fekt the slight burn as Matt worked the Tina into the fragile tisue lining of his ass. He knew from Steve's teaching that this would get the area more abraded and allow his toxic poz load to take hold as they corrupted the straight boy. Matt could feel Luke's home begin to relax and he added a third finger and started to lube his hard cock with his free hand. Luke still had his eyes shut with a cock that was still as soft as ever when Matt moved up placing straight boy's legs on his shoulders as he moved to mount neg boy's hole. Luke was stunned as he felt Matt's hard cock pushing at his hole bringing him back to reality with him opening his eyes to see Matt up on the lunge chair as his own ass seem to (instinctively) accept Matt's cock. A moan escaped through Luke's lips as his neighbor's hard cock breached his hole and quickly sank all the way inside

Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1

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.

Been a little slow lately, with family visits and such, but a latino jock buddy of mine messaged me on Grindr about 45 minutes ago, asked if I had time to fuck before dinner, and said he was nearby. Sure enough, Grindr said he was about 2500 feet away. I asked him if he thought he was cleaned out and ready and he said yes (he always seems to be spotless, no matter what - it's odd, but nice). So I said to come over, and by the time I had put my sex blanket over the bed (to protect my bedding), and gotten the lube and poppers out, he messaged to say he was parking. I had to ask him to give me a second to undress and unlock the door LOL. Then it was business as usual, he came in, found me naked in bed, stripped down, started sucking me, I had him turn around to rim him while he sucked (69 position), then we moved into fucking position with him on his back...fucked him like that for a few minutes...then had him turn over on his hands and knees and pounded away for another few minutes until I unloaded. When he realized I was shooting, he jacked himself off to cum also. Then he went to the bathroom and cleaned up, came back to the bedroom to get dressed, and left. I swear this guy could be a GQ model...built/ripped, washboard abs, perfect ass, chiseled face and stylish hair. Yet, he likes coming over and finding an average looking cub like me naked in bed waiting to rim and fuck him...and he whimpers like a baby the entire time, saying how much he likes daddy's cock and how he wants my load. Fucking hot...but no more than 20-25 minutes total. And I've worked up an appetite for when my buddy picks me up for dinner in a few LOL

I was able to make really good time fleshing out and proof reading this chapter before work tomorrow. As asked, I tried to include some hot pipe smoking, as well as give some hot reading material. Since I work for the next few days, I likely won't be able to update until the weekend unless I get home pretty early. As always, enjoy guys, and let me know what you think! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART 2: Just a Perfect Taste of What’s to Come The sound of running water being shut off was the first thing to wake me up. The normally soft sound hammered through my head making me cringe as all my other senses slowly started to wake up. The first of my other senses was taste. Jesus, I thought to myself, did I lick an ashtray? Next, I opened my eyes only to instantly regret it as I was immediately greeted to a stray beam of sunlight coming in through the window. My head felt like it had split open. “So," I said to myself out loud, “This is being hung over. Fucking hell.…” Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up. This too was a bad idea. I started coughing, and my throat felt like it was on fire, as well as a deep thickness to my chest. Then I felt the slick wetness in my ass. God, how drunk was I to have shit the bed? I thought to myself, but then, upon inspection, I found none of the telltale signs. “Seriously?” I groaned out loud, “just what the fuck did I do last night?!” “I think a better question would be what didn’t you do last night,” a deep voice asked from the bathroom. I jumped off the bed, shocked at the sudden intrusion of the strange voice from the bathroom. A dull ache immediately shot through my ass, and then everything from the night before rushed back to me. The breakup. The bar. The scotch. The crying into my drink. The smoking. Holy shit! The smoking! I don’t smoke! What in the holy fuck? And what happened after the smoking. I remembered that we had gotten into a car or maybe it was a truck. We smoked and groped each other the entire way back to the hotel, and I fumbled to get the key out of my pocket. The entire time, the hot guy from the bar… name like a president… Johnson… no… his name was Jackson, was grabbing my ass in one hand and his cigar and my crotch, licking down my neck as I puffed away on what must have been my second cigar. We made it into the room and immediately started stripping. Jackson, rubbing his dick through the leather pants he was wearing, watched me as I struggled drunkenly to pull off my pants. Suddenly, he was in front of me, putting his hand on my chest and pushing me backward onto the bed. Taking a deep inhale on the nearly spent cigar, he looked down at me and smiled before he shifted the cigar into the corner of his mouth and proceeded to expertly pull my jeans and underwear off in one swift movement. “Nice set your packing there son,” he replied, eyeing my now naked body. “Thanks, your's is nice to-shiiiiiiiiit,” I replied with a slight muffle around the cigar in my mouth, as he quickly pulled the cigar out of his mouth, lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to lick and probe at my asshole with his tongue and fingers. “Nice tasty hole too,” he continued, taking a quick break to take another puff of the cigar, “Going to love fucking that all night. Can't wait to see it gaping after I fuck it.” At this point, I was lost to the world, puffing away at the cigar in my mouth as this hot mountain of a man continued to work at my hole, loosening it up for the giant piece of meat in his pants. I continued to moan as he stretched me out, first with one finger, then two. At this point, I probably looked to the world like the chimney at a coal plant. Cigar deep in my jaw, inhaling fully on the cigar and letting the smoke jet out of my nose and mouth. I let out a muttered curse as he shoved another two digits into my hole, rubbing my prostate gland deep in my hole. At this point, both of us knew what was going to happen next. Slowly, he stood up, satisfied at his assault on my former tight hole. Looking down at me, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small brown bottle. Pulling my cigar out of my mouth, he set it on an ashtray. He then handed the bottle to me, and as I went to ask him what it was for he replied, knowing already what I planned to ask. “Open the bottle and sniff deep on them,” he said as he stepped back and started pulling his pants off. I looked down, suddenly catching a glance at the giant, uncut ten inch cock he had firmly stuffed in his pants as the seemingly jumped out of his pants. Even in my drunken state, my eyes grew, knowing that there was no way in hell it would fit. “Just sniff the bottle and let me do the rest,” he said, sensing my worry after taking a single glance at his package. The alcohol was still coursing through my veins, as I slowly nodded and did as he said. Being a proper medical professional, I had been a good boy all my life. I have never drunk as a teen, smoked, did drugs or even had sex until I had met Matt in college. Hell, I hadn't even taken anything stronger than a Tylenol until I had my wisdom teeth out at 19. Yet, here I was, about to start sniffing poppers, smoking heavily on a cigar, no... my second cigar after getting trashed on scotch. And set to have sex with a stranger. All without hesitation. At first, I felt nothing as the strange smelling fumes went up to my nose. Then, I felt it. Everything in my body relaxed, and I watched as the man above me slowly brought his cock towards my face. “Want to suck me, boy?” he asked, reaching over to the table and setting the spent cigar that was formerly in his mouth into the ashtray. I nodded and returned the smile he gave me. Turning away, he went over to his previously forgotten leather pants and grabbed a lighter and what had to be a massive pipe out of the side pocket. Again, it was my turn to be mesmerized. He slowly brought the large lighter to the bowl of the pipe, lighting it with the flame, and began to slowly circle it, puffing and bring the pipe to life. Flipping out the bottom of the lighter, he began to press the tobacco threatening to break free of the confines of the bowl back in and began to light it once again, this time bringing with it large clouds of smoke. All I could do is watch in awe as he performed the ritual, my cock somehow getting even harder as he then turned his attention back to me. “Daddy’s gonna need this for all the pounding he's got planned on your tight hole,” Jackson growled, letting smoke curl out of his mouth. Walking over to me, he grabbed his dick and aimed it at my mouth. “Suck on my meat slut,” he growled at me, staring down at me on the bed through hooded eyes. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my jaw stretching uncomfortably as I struggled to fit him fully into my mouth. Slowly, I was able to get deeper and deeper until I could feel him threatening to hit the back of my throat. I grabbed his balls and began tugging on them as my gag-reflex started to kick in, eliciting a growl of approval. “It’s time to slam into that cum-dump boy,” Jackson replied, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud plop. I stared at his massive, glistening dick, a string of what had to be precum and my spit slowly dripping off the tip. Jackson made his way back to the foot of the bed and brought my feet back above his shoulders, the large pipe resting on his lips as smoke slowly rose out of the bowl. Reaching down, he grabbed the now forgotten bottle of poppers and my half smoked and now unlit cigar from the ashtray. Opening the bottle, he took a few hits before putting the bottle under my nose. I took a few hits myself and he closed the bottle before shoving the cigar in my gaping mouth. Closing my lips around the thick cigar, he brought his now lit lighter to the edge of the stick. I drew on it, bringing the cigar back to life slowly, inhaling with each puff. “Good fucking cum pig…” he growled as I puffed away, “Daddy likes his cock whore smoking.” I vaguely noticed each time he called me those dirty names that my cock jerked, and had even started dripping precum on its own as the words got nastier. Removing the lighter, he put out the flame and threw it on the bed. Removing the pipe out of his mouth, he worked up a load of spit and drooled it onto my openly exposed hole. I felt my hole pucker as the warm saliva slowly moved across it. Taking another puff of his pipe, he then spit another mouthful onto his large, veiny cock. “Take a deep haul on the cigar you slut,” he growled, shoving the head of his dick against my hole, “Daddy’s coming home.” I did as he said and took a deep draw on the cigar as I felt him shove his dick head against my stubborn opening. It fought for several moments as his large cock pushed harder and harder. Suddenly, my hole gave up the fight and I nearly screamed as ten solid inches slowly made its way into my formerly tight hole. He rested for a minute as my hole raged against the sudden intruder deep in its depths. Slowly, the pain ebbed away, calmed as I slowly started smoking the cigar in my jaw again. In my pain, I had bit down somewhat on the stick, and thankfully it now sat perfectly on the side of my mouth. As Jackson slowly started pumping in and out of my ass, I focused on the bright, glowing cherry slowly moving up the stick. I timed his pumps into my ass and his smokey exhales with the inhales on my cigar, slowly beginning to relish on the loosening of my hole, now loosening against his steady assault. Suddenly, Jackson changed positions, and with a slight grunt from him towering above me, my hole suddenly felt slicker. We continued on with this for what felt like an hour, but in hindsight was likely only half that. Looking down, he smiled at my hard cock, drooling from the steady slamming of the sweet spot inside my ass, and took hold of my cock, coating the palm of his hand before roughly stroking it. “Good boy,” he let out with a low moan as my hole involuntarily squeezed hard on his dick, “You’re making Daddy so happy. He wants to see you shoot a big load for him. Grip onto Daddy’s dick with your fucking cumhole.” Nodding, I complied and began to tighten my hole, immediately loving the sensation as he began to slam somehow ever harder into my ass. Finally, I felt my balls tighten, and as I began to cum, my back and head involuntarily arched backward, my jaw gripping even tighter on to the nearly spent cigar in my mouth. As I did so, I felt his cock slam into my ass one last time before I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he let out one final yell. "Take all of my Daddy sperm! It's time to knock up that hole!" We both lay there in silence as we slowly recovered from our shared orgasm. Stirring slightly, he rubbed his hands on my chest and pinched each of my nipples. Eliciting another small gasp and pucker of my hole, he smiled. We were both equally spent. Removing my now spent cigar from my mouth, as well as his pipe, which was apparently fully smoked, he gently placed both his pipe and my cigar butt into the ashtray beside my head, and proceeded to give me a deep kiss, his large tongue sliding deep in my mouth. After which he slowly withdrew his slowly deflating cock from my ass. We scooted up on the bed and I must have fallen asleep, slowly tracing my finger around the scorpion shaped tattoo on his left shoulder. And that’s when I realized what my drunken self the night before had not. I knew that what that tattoo meant. Either this man was born at the end of October or beginning of November, or worse. I saw that tattoo twice before, both times at work during my rotation in I.D. I might have just let an HIV positive man come in my ass. Without protection. Jumping up, I let out a horrified “OH FUCK!”, both do the shock of what my stupid drunken ass had done the night before, and the now sharp sting emanating from my ass. Sticking his head out of the bathroom, Jackson looked at me and made a small smile. “Sore, huh?” he asked, grinning as he stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel with a quickly growing tent from what was likely a semi-hard monster cock underneath. “No! I mean… well yes… but fuck… we…” I sputtered, trying to find my words as I struggled with my sudden realization. “Fucked?” he asked, “Yeah, and damn boy, you have a mighty fine ass. And no way in hell you aren’t a smoker! I’ve never seen anyone smoke like that and not be one.” “Shit!” I yelled, starting to pace the room, “Shit-shit-shit!” “You ok?” he asked, looking at me confused. “No! You’re poz, aren’t you?!” I nearly yelled, looking at him and pointing my finger. “Um… well, yeah…?” he asked, still confused. “SHIT!” I screamed, grabbing at my hair as I paced even faster. “Well, I mean I am undetectable but… Dude,” he asked slowly, “You okay?” I stopped and stared at him for a few moments before exploding “DO I LOOK OK?! I JUST HAD UNPROTECTED SEX WITH YOU!” I yelled, starting my pacing again. “Um, calm the fuck down,” Jackson replied, a slightly disgusted look spreading across his face. “I’ve got to go get on PEP. I gotta get tested… shit!” I muttered, my breathing quickening as everything came crashing down. “Wait…” Jackson slowly drawled out, “You’re neg?” “Of course I am!” I replied as I stared at him bewildered. “Oh fuck dude…” he continued, as the realization finally struck him, “I just though you were poz since you came in the bar last night…” “What?!” I asked, becoming confused as my mind failed to understand where his line of thought was going. “Uh, last night was poz night at the bar… well, unofficially…” he replied, slowly making his way to the edge of bed before sitting down. “Officially it’s “Daddy Dick” night, but well… yeah. I figured you knew. Everyone does.” “Well, I fucking didn’t!” I replied, my breathing quickly increasing as tears started to form on my face. “Look,” Jackson asked, “You obviously work in medicine right?” Confused, I stared at him not knowing how he knew this. Guessing at why I was confused, he pointed to the closet. “I hung up my clothes and noticed the scrubs and doctor tools and stuff. I’m going to guessing nurse, maybe? Med student? Obviously too young to be a doc.” Slowly, I nodded, trying to follow his logic. “Well, I’m fully medicated and undetectable,” he continued, “So your chances of actually contracting it are what?” “At most, 0.45% over the course of a year of unprotected sex… or less depending on the study you read,” I replied, automatically blurting out one of the millions of facts I had picked up along my course. “So essentially nil,” Jackson said. “But it’s not impossible,” I replied, nervous but more slightly relieved. “Thank god you only came in me once.” “Well,” Jackson replied, a fond smile on his face, ”more like three times. I tend to come several times when I really get into it.” Tension filled my body as I slowly looked over at him. “Not helping,” I ground out, “ Really, really not helping. But thanks for trying.” “Jake, right?” he asked, waiting for me to shaking my head in affirmation before he continued, getting up from the bed and pulling on his clothing, adding “Look, I kinda get where you're coming from. I was somewhat in your shoes once not all that long ago." He looked down at his watch before continuing. "I have to head to work. Maybe it would be a good idea to wrap your head around what happened last night.” I slowly nodded, secretly fighting the mildly nauseous feeling deep in my stomach as he continued. “I had fun, you seemed to have fun too. And frankly, I’d love to do it again. But only when you want to.” “I… uh…. thanks…” I replied, still unsure of how to reply, my mind racing. Surely it had been one of those drunken one-time things. I’m not one to those types of guys. I don’t do those types of things. Right? “Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a business card from inside, “Take it. Has my cell on it. If you ever want to pick up from here, let me know. Or if you just need someone as a contractor for your house.” Nodding, I slowly willed my self to politely take the card as he made his way to the door. “Take care,” he replied, lifting his hand behind him. Softly I muttered a 'you too' as he softly closed the door. I sat in silence for a few moments. Looking around the room, I saw my phone sticking slightly out of my pocket, abandoned in the activities the night before. Gingerly, I stood up and pulled the phone out, placing my finger over the home button. I frowned as the screen remained stubbornly dead. “Damn it…” I sighed, making my way to the bag and after a short search, finding the thin white cord and power block. Looking around, I finally saw a power port on the bedside lamp and grabbed my boxers, plugged the phone and pulled on my underwear. Soon enough, my phone lit up and a small ding emanated from it. With a sigh, I grabbed it and stared at the screen which reported 47 missed calls, 101 text messages and 35 voicemail. All undoubtedly from Matt. “Fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my hand on my face, “Isn’t this just a perfect taste of what’s to come?” END OF PART 2

Hi Guys, I was molested by different people when young, from 5 -15. I am totally a chem sex pig.

My stepdad thought I was needing to start taking dick when I was 8, teaching me to suck his and then other friends of his (in Alaska) who were straight, family fishermen. I got really good at that and then on my 10th birthday, was fucked and my stepdad made sure that continued for a long time. My mom was gone, she left my stepdad and asked me to stay with him, given we were such good friends. They divorced and my stepdad ended up with the judgement thanks to my mom not contesting my staying with stepdad. I wanted that to happen that way. Stepdad and I were enjoying a daily sexual life that was very exciting to me as a kid, no pants or underwear allowed in the house, I sleep naked on my stomach, I suck dick in truck at all times when we're driving somewhere, I make myself available to stepdad's friends at all times...and a few other things, all of which were ok by me.. I enjoyed doing all of it with my stepdad. I don't think a big part of my life is because that happened when I was young, the only thing that carried across was probably being submissive more than not and automatically doing what another guy wants rather than my thoughts on the subject.. other than that, my libido and all is just fine for having gone thru that when I was young..

yeah I was molested by neighbor. But I loved it

I live in what would otherwise be a quite town except for the fact that it's home to a decent size and well known university. It's the kind of place where, if it weren't for the college, gay life would be very lonely. Fortunately for me the college means a steady stream of horny young guys, many of whom are exploring gay sex for the first time. For a guy like me, who likes nothing better than depositing a load of poz cum in the ass of some unsuspecting innocent little twink, it's heaven. I thought the group might be interested in a few of my favorite stories of boys that I've converted to the poz brotherhood. One of my favorite pozzings was also probably the least likely. You see this guy had been doing a study in one of his classes and noticed that the HIV infection rate in the town was a little higher than the norm for the state, which was odd, given how 'quaint' our little town was. Hmm. I wonder why. Anyway our do gooder, (let's call him Jason), started an education campaign reminding the community to always practice safe sex. Needless to say, as a bareback-only-kind-of-guy, I found this was putting a major dent in my sex life as suddenly all the little twinky boys on Craig's List were demanding safe sex only. Then one night I meet Jason at a bar and luckily for me he was alone having a quiet mid-week night out, and since he didn't have class the next day, he was giving himself a treat. When I realized who I'd sat down next to, and also noticed that he was pretty darn cute, (5'11 165 red hair, and in good shape), I started buying him drinks. I wasn't overtly coming on to him just being friendly and after we'd been talking a bit I learned he was straight and more than a little 'frustrated', shall we say, being between girl friends. Having got him more than a little tipsy I offered him a ride home. While in the car I was quite sympathetic with his little problem (i.e., the lack of sex) and when I thought the moment was right, I slid my hand up his thigh and give his package a squeeze. He was surprised but too drunk to get angry, responding only by saying "Hey man, I'm not like that." Whereupon I countered "I know bro, but a blow job is a blow job, and I know you need one. I know you need it bad. Does it really matter who takes care of you?" I knew I had him when he didn't immediately argue but rather started thinking about the truth of what I'd just told him. I reached over again and squeezed his now hardening cock, telling him how good would feel. "Dude, you gotta promise its our secret ok?" he said. "No problem. We'll go to my house and no one will know I've taken care of you." I got him home and guided him back to my bedroom, telling him to take off his shirt and that I would handle the rest. He did so, and I quickly started undressing him, feeling his cock up the entire time, making sure he stayed horny. I got his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and finally his boxer briefs which already sported a nice pre-cum stain on them. I started slowly working his rock hard, seven inch cock with my tongue, taking it deep down my throat. Soon he was in heaven, his smooth skinny body twisting and writhing as I gave him the kind of blow job he had only dreamed of. All the while I was working on him, I was also stripping off my own clothing, getting myself ready for phase two, which began when I slid a finger, nice and slick with my pre-cum, into his virgin pussy. At this stage he was past caring what was going on, so long as it felt really good. And man, had he found something he that he liked. As I worked my finger around his ass I watched his reaction, and found myself wondering if this self-proclaimed straight boy had a secret gay side. I came off his cock and pushed his legs up, driving my tongue inside his hole. I was not surprised when his reaction to my rim job was to moan loudly and his entire body to shudder with pleasure. I work my tongue deep into his hole, opening up his ass, all the while slowly stroking his cock. I pulled back and looked at him asking "Like this, Jason?" "Fuck yeah, man!" he replied, his speech still slurred by alcohol. I got my lube and start working it up his ass with my fingers loosening him up. I know part of him is confused and thinking this has gone too far but the other part is loving how it feels and doesn't care how its happening. I lube my cock and get atop him spreading his legs wide exposing his virgin fuck hole. He sees my hard cock and suddenly grasps what's comign next but its alreadry too late. "wait man no..I'm not..no...." he whimpers as my cock head finds his hole. Ignoring his cries I lean into him pushing my 8" death stick slowly into his virgin ass. "Owww fuck noo it hurts owwww..." He's whimpering as I pop his cherry but soon my cock head is massaging his prostrate and he's back in heaven again. I'm fucking him slowly at first but with building intensity. Talking to him, telling him what a good little faggot boy he is and ordering him to beg for my cock. He complies of course too engrossed in the pleasure to think of anything else begging me to fuck him harder which I do. I feel the load building in my balls and my excitment grows knowing that I'll soon be infecting his young ass. "Yeah boy I'm gonna cum inside you...you ready for my cum?? ready for my hot load up your faggot ass?" "Yeah man fuck uhhh uhhhh yeah..give it to me" he moans. I drive my cock in deep and my toxic load explodes deep inside him as my poison cock fills his boy ass with poz seed. I stay inside him fucking it into him watching his cock twitching as the pressure on his prostrate causes it to fire off its last neg load. I pull out and order him to suck my cock clean which he does making sure that every ounce of poz cum ends up inside him. I had him sleep in my bed that night where I fucked another load into him but the best was in the morning when he woke up sober. He finds himself naked in bed with another dude and his ass sore. What he'd though was a dream he quickly realizes wasn't. I pull him too me and slide my cock up inside his ass which I'd conviently lubed again just before he woke. "No man nooooooo" he whimpers as I start fucking him. "you want me to stop fucking you boy huh?" I ask as my cock head hits his prostrate again. All I get back is a whimper of pleasure that tells me he's hooked on cock. Then "wait are you wearing a condom?" he asks quitely. Nope I only fuck raw I tell him as I continue to pump his ass. He's shaking now partly from fear but also from the pleasure of being fucked. "Are you neg?" he asks so quitely I almost miss it. "I'm afraid not boy" I reply "you want me to stop fucking you..?" Silence......."huh boy you want me to stop?"......."You want my poz dick out of your lil faggot ass?".......Or do you want another load of my poz cum in there?"......Hearing nothing I whisper in his ear "your addicted to cock up your ass aren't you boy huh?" "yes" he whimpers back which makes me so fucking horny I start pumping him hard and deep. "Beg for my poz load boy" I order him and "tell daddy to poz your boy pussy" and as we near climax he cries out "yes daddy give me your poz cum yes!!" which drives me over the edge and I give him his third load of toxic jizz. In one night a promising young straight boy and been converted into a poz lil pussy boy and he started taking a lot of loads where ever he could find them after that. Of course his be safe campaign died and that enabled me to get back to by normal routine of filling young college ass with tmy toxic seed.

The begining of the Circle (part 1) It was cold, wet, and raw outside, but Yasser was just wearing a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, his short jet black hair still damp from the shower when there was the expected knock on his hotel door that made his cock twitch. He was looking forward to what was cumming. After all, he almost hadn't made it to Philly. He had come down with a really nasty flu the first week of January that had really knocked him out. (His fault, he supposed. He had just been too busy to go get his flu shot that fall.) But now he was feeling his old self again. Well actually he was even hornier than his old self (which is saying something). He had been too sick to go to classes the first two weeks of the semester, much less to hook up, and then once he got better he was too busy trying to catch up with his course work and meetings with the team getting ready for this "Model UN Program" which is what had brought him to Philly. So he hadn't had anytime to hook up since that hot guy at the Four Seasons back in early December. And for any red blooded college student, over two months without sex is a really long time. Not that hooking up was easy to do when you were as deep in the closet as Yasser was. Thanks to growing up in a conservative Palestinian family, sex of any sort before marriage was not allowed, and gay sex?..... well there was no need to even talk about that, because of course there were no homosexual Palestinians. But Yasser had known for a long time that that is what he was. He could not even pretend to himself that he was maybe just bi. He liked guys. Girls did nothing for him, not even a twitch in the groin. But guys? That was a different story. So once he was old enough he started sneaking off to find anonymous glory hole action at the adult "book stores" down by Times Sq. When he went off to college he had a lot more freedom. (Not that he had gone that far, as he was a student at Columbia University, just 30 minutes away from home on upper east side by subway. Fortunately his parents believed that living in the dorms and meeting new friends was an important part of college, so he had spent as much time meeting new "friends" as possible.) Although he still could not let his roommates know, even though he was sure they would be cool with it, they might let something slip when they met his parents. Then during his sophomore year of college he found the sex ads on Craig's List and a whole new world opened up for him with. Especially the ads posted by businessmen from out of town. Men from out of town were surely safer even than the book stores. He would not accidentally answer an ad from someone he knew, or worse, who knew his parents if he only hooked up with guys from out of town. And then he just to be extra safe, he never hooked up with anyone who sounded like they might be an Arab. So it didn't matter too much what the guy looked like. When you are a horny 20, 21 year old, sex was sex. Sure the guys were all older than he would have gone with if he had more choices, but sex naked in bed with an OK older guy was still a lot more satisfying than even the best blow job by some mysterious mouth through a glory hole with your pants just pulled down around your ankles. Besides he liked being naked and showing off his body, and he had one worth showing off. He was 5'10" with dark olive skin. He had short, straight, jet black hair, over a narrow face with thick dark eyebrows over dark piercing coal black eyes which would have made him look overly serious and brooding except for his very friendly smile. He had the tight, lean, broad-shouldered-narrow-waist tapered body of a swimmer. Although you could tell from the amount of his body hair that he was no longer a competitive swimmer. He was already getting thick fur over his firm squared-off pecs, his pits were filled with thick course black hair, and he had a nice thick trail of hair leading the eye (or finger, and many a tongue) down to a thick bush of course pubes surrounding a fat plump dark cut cock, which hung over a nice low hanging ball sack which was lightly covered in black hair. His nice strong legs were covered in short course hair and his perfectly round firm ass cheeks were smooth, but he had a nice deep hairy crack. Besides being safer, he discovered that hooking up with guys in a hotel room with a nice big bed, meant that you could do a lot more than just get a blow job. One night at the midtown Hilton a nice horny salesman from St Louis had introduced him to the joys of fucking. While he had enjoyed getting sucked off, and even sucking the occasional cock in return, He discovered that he really loved to fuck. A good mouth felt nice, but nothing compared to the feeling of his cock plunging into the velvety smooth walls a guys ass. And his orgasms were far more intense when he was shooting his load deep inside some guys ass that down a throat. And besides, you didn't need to keep telling a guy "hey watch the teeth" when you were fucking him. And if you fucked a guy doggy style, his age and looks were even less important. Then there was the married father of three from Detroit, who was staying at the Millennium Hotel overlooking Times Sq. That was when he discovered you didn't need a bed to fuck, It was amazing to fuck this guy from behind, standing up against the windows, both of them looking down on all the people in Times Sq. Yasser had unloaded his cum up the guys ass while the married father of three had jerked off and shot his load of "baby batter" all over the window. After almost two years of sucking and fucking in hotel rooms a couple of times a month, just walking by a hotel would make him horny now. And each time he hooked up in a different hotel it added a new level of excitement. Fortunately the big apple had lots of visiting businessmen, and lots of different hotels. So back in December he had hooked up with this guy at the Four Seasons. He had never hooked up there before and the ad sounded hot: "Horny blond at 4 Seasons" was the headline. "Tall hot young blond business man, visiting from San Francisco, staying at the 4 Seasons, looking for uninhibited fun tonight" It only took a few emails between them to seal the deal, and just two hours later he was standing in the hallway, his cock already half hard as he knocked on the door of the man's hotel room. The guy had certainly lived up to his ad, he really was HOT! He had opened the door with just one of the hotel's monogrammed towels around his narrow waist, with his short blond hair still damp from the shower. He was 6'3" or 4", good looking, probably in his mid to late 30's but with a great defined gym body, almost hairless save for his pits and a small blond trail disappearing into the top of the towel. He had invited Yasser into the room, taking his coat and hat, and hanging them in the closet. After offering a drink, which Yasser politely refused, He pulled Yasser into his strong arms and kissed him. This was his first "real" kiss. Yasser had quickly figured out that most of the closeted married men he had hooked up with before now didn't like to kiss. At least not kiss guys they were hooking up with. Even if they sucked his cock or took his load up their ass, if they didn't kiss, maybe they weren't really gay, or maybe they were not really cheating on their wives. So a few had given him a quick peck, and one or two had submitted to him when he forced his tongue down their throat while he fucked them, but none of them had ever kissed back, much less initiated the kiss. Damn! So this is what kissing was all about, their tongues were dueling back and forth, and Yasser started to grow weak in the knees. Finally the man broke off the kiss, which had seemed to go on for a very long time, the man looked down at his towel (there was the start of a nice tent in there, and then looked at Yasser - who was still fully dressed and smiled "I am feeling a little underdressed." Yasser grinned back and pulled his sweater off over his head and then proceeded to strip until he was down to his boxer briefs. The man pulled him in for another kiss, not as long this time but just as knee weakening for Yasser, and then, stepping back a bit the man dropped his towel revealing a small blond bush right over a large fat uncut cock which was rapidly rising to full attention. He then stepped back in closer to Yasser, and dropping to his knees, pulled down Yasser's boxer briefs and swallowed his cock and sucked it down to the base, back up to the tip, and then back down again. "Fuuuckk, damn that feels nice!" "Glad you think so, and I am happy to say it tastes as good as it looks" said the man as he stood up, took Yasser by the hand and led him over to the bed "but we haven't even started yet." He pulled Yasser down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed, and with a firm hand on the back of Yasser's head, brought him in for another long kiss while rolling Yasser over onto his back. "Let's see if the rest of you tastes as good as your cock" he said with a wicked grin. As he pinned Yasser's arms up over his head. he kissed him again, and then slid his tongue down Yasser's neck, down over to his arm pit, and buried his smooth blonde face into that dark black forest of hair. DAMN! no one had ever done that before, as Yasser felt the man's tongue wash out his pit and then continue its journey down over to his right nipple, which the man proceeded to nurse on for a very long time sending shivers down Yasser's spine right down to cock, balls and even his ass hole. Yasser struggled, but the man was much stronger than he was, and truth be told he didn't really want it to stop, but he was going crazy, Just when he felt he couldn't handle anymore, the man's mouth and snake like tongue continued their journey exploring southward on that oft traveled thick black treasure trail until he found Yasser's cock and once again swallowed it down to its base. But he did not stay very long on the cock, before he slowly nibbled his way back up (this time stopping to tease the left nipple and armpit before returning for another long deep kiss. "So" he said after finally breaking off the tongue duel. "You want to fuck me with that big dark dick of yours?" Yasser answered by finally flipping the man over onto his back, and looking down at this tall blond Norse god of a man just said "not quite yet" and he traced the same journey with his mouth and tongue down that firm smooth blond body as the man had done on his. All off his other hook ups had been just a quick blow job or a fuck. This was new territory for Yasser and he wanted to savor every new taste, feeling, and sensation. And he wanted to take in all of the lessons he was being taught by example, and it was gratifying to see hot man seeming to enjoy his ministrations as much as he had enjoyed the man's. When his mouth finally returned up to kiss the man all he said was "So, how do you like to get fucked?" In response the man simply spread his legs further than they already were and lifted them up so that the were now draped over Yasser's shoulders, then spitting into his hand, he reached down and grabbed Yasser's rock hard cock, coating the head with the spit and the precum that was pouring out of the piss slit. The head of the cock, now lubed up, the man (all the while staring Yasser straight in the eye) guided it into his ass. The smooth hairless pale butt was like a vacuum cleaner, it seemed to just suck the dark cock into it. Fuucck! Yasser had never felt anything like it. The man was already massaging his cock with the amazingly warm smooth pulsating walls of his ass before he could even begin to fuck in and out. But he soon found his rhythm, and started a steady in and out. As he proceeded to fuck the man's ass with his cock, he leaned down and started fucking the man's mouth with his tongue, and the man kissed back, with just as much passion. The man's strong hands were griping his ass, pulling Yasser's cock deeper into his ass with each trust. "Fuck me, Fuck me with that amazing cock of yours..... damn, I love the feel of your rough pubes against my ass.... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" the man chanted. "Fuck, by cock feels so good being inside of you. Fucking take my dick, take it, take it, take it" Yasser chanted back. They were like a men possessed. Or trapped in some strange vortex, where time seemed to both stand still and yet move forward at an alarming rate all at the same time, and then reverse course back into itself flowing over them. They were both lost in the fuck, Experiencing only the penetrating and the penetration. The filling and being filled. Finally Yasser came. His orgasm started deep inside the very core of his being, moving through his balls, up his cock before erupting deep into the man's ass. He came with his entire body before collapsing in a sweaty panting heap on top of the man just as he felt the man's cock, trapped bewteen their two sweaty bodies also cuming, pulsing as it spasmed with its' own violent climax. Normally these sessions would end as soon as the business man had cum. Suddenly they seemed to remember their wife and kids back home and Yasser would be quickly, if mostly politely shown the door. But this man was different. Instead of suddenly becoming self conscious, nervous, or guilty, he flipped Yasser onto his back, and threw a strong pale hairless leg over Yasser's dark furry thighs and propping himself up on an elbow, draped his other arm over Yasser's furry chest. He looked down at Yasser who was still trying to catch his breath. "I hope you don't have to rush off", the man said as his fingers played with Yasser's chest hair, and then finding the nipple, started playing with it, rolling the hardening nipple between his finger and thumb. To be continued........

My boyfriend and I are very loving, but our sex life has gotten somewhat stale. We both just work too many long hours and that kills things especially when our schedules don't overlap very much. We still fuck, and when we do it is very good as he has an amazing cock. At about seven inches it's not all that long, but it's very, very thick, almost as if a beer can was sliding in my ass, and when he's going at it, he readily hits those spots that drive me wild. However, even if I love him very deeply, we just don't fuck as often as we did in the past, sometimes with a long time between sessions. As my ass needs much more attention than he is able to provide, I have several dildos and vibrators to help me out when we aren't fucking but they're definitely not as good as the real thing, so I went on-line and signed up for several sites, if only to look at some fresh cock that I could pretend were in my ass, instead of the dildo which I was actually using. The visual stimulation worked well, really getting me going, so I also signed up with several sites which over IM, just so I could cam and talk to other guys. Sometimes I would get to see the guys jacking themselves, while they got to see me ramming my ass with my dildo, ramming it in and out of my hole, all the while leading the guy du jour on by telling him how great his cock feels in my hole. It might not have been perfect, but the arrangement kept me sane, if only as I absolutely loved seeing the variety of cocks out in the market. Not to mention some of the fantasies in which we indulged were also rather good. Occasionally our sex play would get very wild and sometimes pretty vanilla but always good enough to get me through to the next time with my boyfriend and then our sex would soar. After about a year of this arrangement I found myself on-line, looking to find some cyber gratification as, once again, my boyfriend and I hadn't had sex in a month or so. When on-line I connected with a guy I hadn't seen before. His profile definitely caught my eye, he was 30, 6', 170, brown hair and blue eyes, and listed his cock as eleven inches, thick and cut. His advertisement also said he was Top only. He hadn't uploaded any photographs of his cock, but there were several of his torso, and it looked like a ripped god. Well muscled and a pic of his ass which was very nicely rounded. His face picture was also enticing. I felt I had to see this cock somehow and hit on him for an IM webcam session. At first there was no answer, even though it showed him online, but just as I was getting ready to check for someone else he answered back. A couple of click later our cams were synced and ready. I was already nude but was somewhat disappointed that he seemed to be fully clothed. He opened the conversation first by asking to see my ass and when I showed I to him, I got a nice whistle and he said that is sure looked great to him. He went on to tell me that it looked like I could handle him ok and he would love to be the one in me all the time. I asked to see his cock, but he kind of sidestepped it by continuing to talk about my ass. He was kind of turning me on with his talk so I grabbed a dildo and started to run it around my hole and then got my lube and started lubing my hole and the dildo. Then he started telling me what to do. Had me fingering my hole first and then two and then three fingers in me and ramming them in and out of my ass and he wanted me to do it hard. It felt good and I was really getting into him telling me what to do. His voice was very compelling. Then he had me inserting the dildo a little at a time. Then he asked me if I had a bigger one. I told him I did and he wanted me to get it. I wasted no time getting it for sure. Seldom used this one because of its size but he wanted it and I obeyed for some reason. I started to get more lube and he told me to not use anymore, as he wanted to see if I could take it without anymore. I was a little apprehensive but did it anyway. I started to rub it around and around my hole but he told me to get on with it and start getting it in. I complied quickly and soon had about half of it in me. He got a little impatient and growled at me to ram that fucker in. I did it too. Damn it hurt but felt so good at the same time. My dildo was about as big around as my boy but about as long as the one this guy had posted, so it was much more than my usual. I held still for a bit but he again growled to get busy and ram than thing now. I jumped but could not help but do what he wanted. I started to pull it out and then back in and he said not near fast nor hard enough go to it. I started going faster and faster and harder and harder. It hurt but soon the rubbing against my prostate was fantastic and I wanted more and hard as I could ram it in me. About 15 minutes later and I was groaning back at him that I was cumming and without touching my own cock it started to spurt and spurt and spurt. More cum than I think I had ever had come out of me before. As I was starting to settle down, I noticed that he had seemed to be jacking and his camera was now showing a huge puddle of cum on his table. I thought I had cum a lot but he had shot about five times as much as had I, and had definately shot more than my boyfriend's normal load. I hadn't, however, gotten even a glimpse of his huge cock. I asked to see it but he had signed off before I sent clicked 'send'. WOW What an experience! It had been much, much hotter than I had expected.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

There are no tops like Marine tops. I love them all.

Sounds fucking hot, dude. I'm going to be in Houston next weekend. Do you and your "brother" still play together?

If you call identifying an old in the closet queer and probe it all to happen to get later blackmail him, then yes - Me at 13, he at 71 - Silly kids!!!!!

You know what's even sadder(more sad?)? Stopping before anyone got off. I have noticed that many guys with larger members think that because it's big it must feel good. They never took the time to develop the technique it takes to be a good fuck. I've had better sex with guys sporting a 6" dick than some guys with 8 and 9ins. You noticed I did say "some".

Staying @ Harrah's, Aug 20-23. Watch for party ads on BBRT.

Fucking HOT! Love it raw, anon and dirty!

Loving this story! Can't wait for the next chapter!

FS Part 3 Inside the tent, it was almost completely dark. I could see a saw horse in the middle of the room, there was nothing else there. “Who’s there” a voice yelled from the darkness. “I got a little treat for you Double D” muscle fucker said, “Come out of the darkness” I was a little shocked when IT, not sure if he was completely human, came into the little bit of light in the tent. IT was short, with arms longer than normal, from head to toe it was covered in an orange fur. I could see it’s dark nipples inside the fur on it’s chest. IT was wearing a loin cloth, which covered it’s cocks and balls. IT waddled a little as it walked further into the room. “Treat huh?” IT said, “what makes you think this could take my two cocks” “Dropped on Donkey with only my toxic load in his ass” Muscle fucker said. “Interesting” IT said, Strip” I followed the order and stood naked in front of muscle fucker and IT “Drop to your knees and get that double dick hard” Muscle fucker said. I hesitated, I was so disgusted by what looked like an orangutan man in front of me, but so turned on about being double dicked. Muscle fucker gave me a push and I fell to my knees just inches away from It. “Wipe the disgust from your mug” muscle fucker order I reached out and untied the loin cloth from each side, care not to pull It’s fur. When the cloth dropped two hanging cocks flopped in front of me, each attached to his body side by side in a mat of orange crotch hair. I placed my face in IT’s crotch and sniffed. The fur smelt burnt, but also smelt like ass. I inhaled deeper. I felt my cock begin to swell from being turned on by the odors from the fur. I lifted the cocks in my hands and opened my mouth wide, taking both heads in. I licked around them tasting cum, piss and ass juice on them. “Fucked some married man earlier then sent him to Donkey” IT said The cocks began to swell and grow as I sucked on them, stretching my mouth wide. I could feel the corners of my mouth begin to feel like they were splitting. I continued to suck on IT’s double cocks. I felt his balls which were almost hidden inside a thick forest of fur. I rolled them in my hand as he began to pump his cocks in and out of my mouth. “Good mouth, hope his hole is the same” “It is, bitches about condoms, but took me and Donkey raw, to late to change now” IT pushed me to the floor, popping his cocks out of my mouth. “Show me your cunt” I flipped over onto my stomach, reached back and spread my checks, exposing my hole which will still holding in the butt plug. “Sorry D, let me pop that out” Muscle fucker said while reaching for the plug. He pulled hard and it popped out, leaving my hole gapping. IT jumped on my back, knocking the wind out of me. As I gasped for air, he rammed his double dick deep into my hole. I couldn’t scream with the little bit of air in me. He started to fuck me as Muscle fucker went to the tent and opened the flap. I could hear gasps of horror from people in the crowd. Muscle fucker started to pull in men, invited them to watch the horror on the ground. Soon there was about a dozen men inside the ten, they formed a circle around us. “See the freak get fucked by the freak!” muscle fucker said. “Don’t be shy, pull out your cocks and stroke as Double D raw fucks the freak and shoots his load deep in his hole” The men started to unzip and pull out their cocks. I heard IT grunt and grunt almost like a pig. His double cocks were fucking me deeper and deeper. “be amazed by the double dicks” muscle fucker said, “pull them out and show the audience” IT did, holding his two dicks in his hands, while there was oohs and aahs from the crowd of pervert onlookers. He drove them back into my ass, with great force again. I could feel his furry nuts slapping my ass I watched the men all around jacking their cocks. “Watch the bug chaser get another toxic load” muscle fucker said. This drove not only the audience into a jerk off frenzy but IT started to fuck harder and faster, as if he fed off the sexual excitement of the men stroking. “Don’t be shy men, cover these freaks in your cum” muscle freak said. I continued to get pounded by It as the first man stepped up and shot his load, it went all over me and IT. The double dicks started pumping faster as more and more men unloaded on us. I had cum dripping from my hair and face. IT slammed into my hole and both dicks shot out a huge cum load deep into my holes mixing with the cum that was already in there. There were only a few men stroking trying to finish before the show was over. “Injected with a high dose of poison” IT proclaimed. That set the last few men off and they stepped forward to shoot their cum on me. IT quickly jumped off of me and disappeared into the darkness. Leaving me on the floor naked covered in cum. “Good show fucker” muscle freak said “Don’t wipe the cum off, put the plug in your hole and get dressed, there is more poz cum in this carnival.” I did what I was told, my hole was sore from the double cocks, I still popped in the butt plug, which was really loose now. Put my shorts on and tucked my shirt in the back of my shorts, opting to go shirtless. As we excited the tent, people started to stare. I felt flushed with embarrassment. One man left his wife’s side, stopped me in the middle of the crowd and said: “want to wear my load” Those around hear him and started laughing, other men offered their loads too. Muscle fucker pulled my arm and dragged me away from the laughter.

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.

In the van... not much talk. The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said. “i want ass not mouth” and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...” The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big... Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality... Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question: Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass... It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world... It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car. We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not. The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow. He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor. A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set. The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake... When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room. A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes. He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee. He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be. The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering... Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough... What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self. The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him... How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock... He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way... Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven... For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off... The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour... I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

I usually completely ignore my cock, but some tops like to watch me stroke as I suck their cock. My cock is almost always limp when I'm serving a top so it's just flopping around while I stroke it while sucking. It never gets hard when I get fucked, I only jerk off after my top is done fucking me if he allows it and wants to see me eat my own load while his cum is inside me

Got a text this morning from a poz top that has fucked me alot in the past. He always texts saying "I need a whore hole" and if i am not at work he knows i always say yes. This morning his text was a little different "Bringing a friend so we can both blow in your whore hole". He said he'd be there in 30 minutes so i climbed in the shower to make sure i was clean for the 9" pounding i knew was coming. He always fucks me anonymously with me wearing a blindfold and i've never seen what he looks like. This time i decided to make it anonymous again but i put a collar and a flog next to me on the bed and then made sure the front door was not only unlocked but totally wide open so i wouldn't hear him come in and then waited on the bed with my ass in the air. Heard a faint sound and then his hand was tracing up my ass to find my hole. I felt him pick up something from the bed and then he put the collar around my neck, pausing only long enough to say that if he put this on me then he owned me. I told him yes sir and he finished fastening it around my neck. Then i felt his naked body lean over against mine and he handed me a bottle of poppers as he whispered in my ear that he was going to use the flog .... hard. I took a few big whiffs of the poppers and as i exploded with lust i felt the first lash across my ass. He hit me fast then harder and harder and stopped only long enough to spread my legs farther apart and to come around to slap my face with his massive dick. As i swallowed it down he began hitting me again, making sure it went down my ass and cracked against my balls. I jumped with the exquisite pain as he kept that up for a minute and then he shoved more poppers under my nose and i exploded with lust again, taking his cock down my throat all the way to the root. Thats when i felt another cock against my asshole and i pushed back because i wanted it so back. A THICK cock pushed in at the same time so that i groaned with the pain but he was well lubed and started pounding my ass right away. They took turns switching between my holes and keeping me poppered up until they finally both spewed their hot poz cum in my ass while telling me what a whore i was. As i cleaned off my fb got hard again, grabbed my head and, shoving his cock as far down my throat as possible, he unleashed a torrent of piss. When he was finished i cleaned off his cock and swallowed the remains of the piss. That's when he decided to flog me some more. He was hitting hard and making sure it curled around so it hit my chest and stomach and balls. When he was done he pulled my head up to give me a rough kiss and then left. I got up and looked in the mirror ... i am going to have a lot of bruises from the flog, they are already rising. He texted me afterward to tell me i was a fucking whore pussy and that he was going to bring other guys to use me tomorrow morning. Need i say i am looking foward to that? :-)

EPILOGUE: 6 YEARS LATER He never left. I’ve fucked a lot of kids that have always just come around once or twice, some men too but only a few had ever stuck around for longer. My little nephew though has been faithful to me for six years now. I showed his ass what it was going to mean to be a bottom and he never wanted to stop. And he never wanted anyone else. Sure he’s fucked around with a few other guys but they were all at my suggestion. Not tonight though. Tonight we were celebrating our sixth year. Clark: “How is that slut? You feel me pumping in you deep?” Joe: “Yes please Uncle!” Clark: “I told you tonight I’m gonna be your Daddy boy.” Joe: “Fuck, sorry Daddy. Just please don’t stop.” I was giving him full strokes. Joe: “Open me up Daddy.” Clark: “Before what Son.” Joe: “Before everyone else gets here.” We had put a public ad up and responded to about 200 emails over the last two weeks, but we ended up giving about 56 guys the address tonight and the door was unlocked. We were expecting a lot of flakes, but we were hoping some would show up. Clark: “I can’t wait to see your walls stretched all night Son! How many loads do you wanna take?” Joe: “Just yours Daddy!” Clark: “Fuck, how many loads are you going to take though Son?” Joe: “Daddy, any load you wanna give me.” He’s become very submissive for me in the time. Clark: “I’m gonna give you my load soon Baby, do you want that? Joe: “Fuck yes Daddy!’ He responded by bouncing his still very sweet hole against me with each of my strokes. Joe: “Fill me up Daddy!” He took my cum with an ass wide open. And we heard someone at the entranceway. BBRT Hookup: Glad to see lube is provided. _______________ So this is the end of this story. I felt it needed closure kind of and I love that he turned straight up pussy boy.

I've sucked off several paraplegic guys in wheelchairs before the following incident, but this was the first time a paraplegic guy has fucked me. I answered a Craigslist ad this afternoon. The poster described himself as straight, independent paraplegic guy, living at a timeshare condo on the south Las Vegas Strip. We shared a few back and forth messages and as well as some pics which showed a very nice looking guy in his mid 30's with a strong, muscular upper body. He had, however, no use of his legs. He also stated that while he was straight, he often let guys blow him as he had found more guys than women who wanted to suck him off. So, he was open to having me come to service him. I met him at his condo door. He let me in and locked the door behind me. He had a very nice, large suite with a beautiful view up towards the Las Vegas Strip hotels in the distance. He wheeled to the opposite side of the main room and parked his low chair with big wheels. He was wearing a white bathrobe. He untied the waist belt and opened his robe, showing off not merely his muscular, hairy chest, and his strong, muscled arms, but also his semi-hard cock, which was about seven inches, cut. I quickly walked over, dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked him, his cock quickly hardened in my mouth. He had large, egg shaped balls hanging below his cock, but his chair kept his legs rather close together, making it difficult to get down to work on them, but, I was really enjoying working on his cock as it had swollen to full hardness in no time. "Hold it on a second," he remarked as he extracted himself from my mouth, and wheeled himself into the adjoining bedroom, through the french doors connecting the two rooms. Once there, he maneuvered his chair alongside the large, king-sized bed. Then, with some amazing feat of dexterity, he got himself out of the chair and onto the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the bed as he sat on the side. Again I dropped to my knees, my mouth, tongue and lips nursing his hard cock. His position on the edge of his bed meant I could more easily work his cock, sucking it, then licking it up and down, paying particular attention to the underside. In addition I was able to separate his legs and suck and lick his balls. Moaning in pleasure, he lay back on the bed, so I lifted his twig-like legs and licked under his large balls. He emitted another moan, so I lifted his legs higher and licked his asshole. Now, he really started to moan. "Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned as I licked his hole. I slid my tongue up into his hole and spread his hole with my fingers, getting my tongue up as deep into him as I could. "Fuck, Man..........Eat my shit hole," he gasped. I was eating, licking and lapping at his hole like a mad man. As I came up for air, he began to push himself farther up onto the bed, towards the middle of the mattress, so I climbed up on the bed and moved between his legs, renewing my attentions to his balls and asshole. As I did so I thought 'He's really an attractive man and has a really nice seven inch cock. I want him to fuck me, but not sure if he can or would'. I maneuver myself into a 69 position with him. He wouldn't suck my cock, he was, after all straight, but he did begin to play with my asshole, going so far as to slip one of his fingers into my asshole a bit. He also slapped my ass a few times. At that time I decided to make my move. I released his cock, stood, turned and straddled him, rubbing my ass against his throbbing cock. His contented smile told me he was game. I spat on my fingers and lubed up his cock, and then spat a few more times, lubing my ass, which I positioned over his cock, his head directly against my hole as, looking him in the eyes, I lowered my ass onto his cock. "OH, FUCK!!!" he groaned as my ass slid down his shaft. Riding his cock, I rose and lowered my ass so on the withdraw his cock head would almost clear my ass, only for me to descend, sliding down so he was balls-deep inside my hole. I also leaned forward so I could pinch his nipples in unison with the rise and fall of my ass. In a very few minutes his breathing got heavy, then ragged, and finally gasping, as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. I could tell his cock had shot a few volleys into my hole, so I pulled off his cock a bit, feeling his warm cum drip from my hole and down my thigh, then I completely slid off his cock, spun around, taking his still-throbbing cock into my mouth so I could enjoy the last few bursts of cum that oozed into my mouth. When he was done I licked his cock clean as he caught his breath. "Oh, FUCK!", he says again. "I didn't want to cum so quickly. But I couldn't help it, dude. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. Shit, that felt great!" he exclaimed. Smiling with satisfaction, I climbed off the bed and began to dress, answering "Glad you liked it. I did as well. How long are you in Vegas?" "'Till Monday, this time. But I come here three or four times a year, usually," he replied. Noticing a pad of paper and a pen on the bedside table, I wrote my email address and phone number on the paper, handing them to him as I suggested "Let me know if I can take care of you again." "Gladly," he answered as I finished dressing moved to exit his suite. His cum has been slowly dripping from my ass for the last three hours. I'm doing my best to keep it in me, but I suspect it's a loosing battle as he seems to have planted quite a large load in me. At this point I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it in my ass.

Bean Bag Toss: Isaiah’s dick spurted and my ass slurped up his POZ load. Just like the night before, he rolled off me and as soon as he did his brother Zeke slammed back in. “What’s that now boy?” Zeke asked, “How many loads you got in there. One from Walt. One from me. One from my little brother. Good thing we in the country boy as you’re just a fucking AIDS pig for your daddies aren’t you.” I gave a little snort and grunt and Zeke laughed. “TAKE MY AIDS DICK BOY - SHOW DADDY HOW HUNGRY THAT HOLE. YOU A HUNGRY HOLE? FUCK THAT’S WARM AND SLICK AND TIGHT. YOU GOING TO OBEY YOUR DADDY? FUCK WHO I TELL YOU? DO WHAT I TELL YOU? GOOD BOY - THAT’S A GOOD BOY - HERE YOU GO BOY - SOME MORE DADDY’S AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY JUST FOR YOU!” Back out at the little table Zeke lit up a joint and chuckled as I crawled underneath. I couldn’t help it. I had to feel his dick. Touch it. Taste it. Savor that POZ drip he seemed to constantly produce. “Come up now,” Zeke said, “Here, swallow this pill. Don’t matter what it is, just do as daddy orders. Good boy. I need to wake up sleeping beauty back there and while I do, you get dressed. We need to run an errand.” Isaiah was still groaning and growling when I followed Zeke out of the camper trailer. He had on his tattered camo baseball cap, but had put on a clean pair of pants and fresh t-shirt. The carnival was crowded and in full swing and I could hear laughter, voices, music, and the whirr of rides and activity as we made our way towards the back fence and into a closed off parking lot. Zeke stopped beside a cobalt blue car and gingerly rubbed the spotless hood. “This here’s my baby,” he said affectionately. I’ve never been a car guy and just said, “It looks nice.” Zeke looked at me, pinched the unfiltered cigarette he was smoking between his thumb and forefinger, “Get over here boy,” he said. I walked around, he put his left arm around my shoulder and bent forward, “This is not NICE - this - this fucking car is a God damn American work of art. A 1966 Chevy Impala. Get in.” The car rumbled to life, the tires spit gravel as we pulled out, and Zeke smiled as we hit the road. “Few things in life make your daddy happy boy. Weed. Beer. Some good ass to breed and POZ. And my baby here. Fuck listen to that purr - sort of sounds like when I hit that prostate just right.” I rubbed my hands on the leather seats, the chrome fixtures, and laughed as the wind whipped through the open window. Zeke reached over and patted my thigh, “You feeling good yet?” I nodded. He said, “Yeah that’s the Molly kicking in.” We got on the highway and went several miles before Zeke pulled off into a rest area. He parked down near the far end by a big semi trailer. There were a few others cars there, but none close. He walked around to the driver’s side door and pounded on it. He pounded again. A small light shone inside the cab, a man peered out, gave a quick wave, then ducked back in. Zeke leaned against the side of the tractor, unzipped his pants, “Get on your fucking knees boy and suck my dick.” I didn’t bother to stop when I heard the door open to the cab and a man mumble as he stepped down the ladder. “Christ Zeke,” he said, “You trying to get yourself arrested or some shit? Doing that right out here where those cars going by can see? What if someone walks this way.” Zeke just laughed, “Well then they’ll see my boy pleasing his daddy. Now boy, I bet old Kennie here’s got a bladder full of trucker piss. Open that mouth and swallow that shit for him like I taught you.” Kennie started to object, but with a, “Oh hell,” unzipped his jeans, fished out a nice mushroom headed dick, and let me have it. Kennie sighed as he finished pissing, stepped back, “Damn, look what you gone and done now.” Zeke just laughed, “Oh don’t worry about that none Kennie. I know how much you like those sloppy truck stop whore cunts so I made sure the boy’s ass pussy is good and wet for you. Go on now, climb up in there and make my buddy here feel good. I got me a joint to smoke. Go on now - and Kennie - trust me - you’ll enjoy that raw ass and you’ll feel much more like handling business once your mind can focus.” Zeke laughed as I smiled and felt a rush of horniness wash over me. There was something fucking hot about this AIDs daddy just pimping me out to other men. Kennie had one of those extra big sleepers on his tractor, one that you can actually stand up in, with a pretty good size bed. He zipped the closure shut, quickly got undressed, and I licked my lips at this hairy daddy trucker. His dick was a damn good size. He reached into a cubby hole and pulled out this weird pear shaped black thing that he slid down over his dick then tucked his balls through it was well. It looked like a cock ring, but with an extra shelf on the front that his balls rested on, which pushed them almost right up beside his shaft. I pulled my shorts off and climbed up on the bed. Kennie climbed up behind me, laid on my back, rolled back and forth a little as his dick hardened, then slid a couple fingers up my ass. “Yeah, you’re kinda slick, but I like a dripping wet pussy. Hold still.” With the light still on he reached into another cubby, pulled out a dirty white bottle with a long tip on the end and I squirmed when he jammed the tip in and squeezed. It was cool, and made me feel like I had to go. Kennie slid right up my ass with no problem. SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT. My ass made sloppy wet noises every time he thrust inside me. Kennie kept rolling forward with his thrusts, trying to stretch my ass chute and then I realized the more he rolled back and forth, the more his cock ring/platform thingy was pushing his balls down beside his shaft. Kennie pushed harder, rolled, thrusted, pushed, then leaned a bit on his right side and thrust and PLOP - his right ball squeezed and slipped inside my ass ring. Kennie grabbed my shoulders, pushed, rolled, thrusted, then leaned a bit on his left side and PLOP - his left ball slipped in. Whatever discomfort Kennie might have felt must have quickly passed as we were both moaning in pleasure. “FUCK ME DADDY TRUCKER - FUCK ME!” I begged. Kennie slid his hands off my shoulders and covered my mouth, “Shhh, no talking. Just moan baby - moan for me - fucking your wet cunt - fucking you good. Fucking your wet sloppy cunt. That’s it baby - spread those legs open, let me hit that G spot - fucking your cunt baby - fucking it - fucking it - HELL YEAH YOU MAKING ME SHOOT BABY - SHOOTING IN YOU GOOD - WHEW - YES!” Kennie’s balls pulsed and throbbed as he bred me and it was the strangest sensation like having two little earthquakes happening inside me. Slowly, ever so slowly, his dick softened and out slid his shaft, deflated balls, and a cascade of whatever he had squirted up my hole for lube. I started to apologize for making a mess, but Kennie, now looking ashamed and embarrassed, just shook his head and said, “We best get back outside and get you and Zeke on your way.” Back in the parking lot, Zeke and Kennie spoke in hushed tones. Kennie unlocked a small compartment on the side of the tractor and pulled out a red, plastic cooler with a white top and handed it to Zeke. The car trunk was opened, they stood behind it a minute and concluded whatever business they had to do as I wandered a bit amongst the small trees, and looked to the south as lightning lit up the sky. I hustled back to the car as Zeke motioned me over, we both got in, got back on the highway and a couple miles down pulled off, turned, crossed over, and headed back the way we had come to the carnival. “Did you have fun? Zeke asked, “Did you like taking dick like that for your daddy? I don’t know if Kennie’s got a POZ load or not, but I know he has fucked every truck stop whore between hear and Sioux Falls and Chicago and Denver. He usually hauls for the Hormel plant and we keep in touch as he’s a good runner for me. Keeps me restocked on whatever shipments I need and well, today your ass was just a tidy thanks.” I looked over at Zeke as some of the ash from his cigarette blew off and sailed into the back of the car. “Fuck Jesus,” he swore as he swiped at his shirt. I laughed then asked, “Can we pull over a minute. I think I need to go.” Zeke eased the car off the highway shoulder and I barely had gotten out before I had to squat and let loose. Christ, whatever Kennie had shot into my ass for lube sure didn’t want to wait around. Zeke tossed me some napkins from the glove box, and they were more than enough to get me set. We pulled into the gravel lot just as the first pelts of rain began to fall. Thunder boomed, lightning peeled, lights flickered and the wind gusted. The rain came quick and fast and Zeke just laughed as we both ran for his camper trailer. He threw the door opened, bounded in, me close behind. Who the fuck were they? Isaiah was sitting at his normal spot at the table. Across from him, holding a hand of cards, was a guy who looked about my age, but that was the only normal thing about him. He had a number of colorful tattoos up and down his arms, his neck, half his face and scalp. Two silver metal spikes protruded from his forehead like little horns and his ear lobes hung low, stretched by large, black spikes. His eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, cheeks, lip, and more were pierced too. Fucking hell! I looked from him to the other stranger who was standing but hunched over. Isaiah was big; this guy was a giant and all muscle with biceps as thick as my thighs. Zeke shook himself, grabbed a t-shirt off a pile of clothes in the corner, started to towel himself dry and said, “That there’s Mr. Montana and that’s Rico - Rico Suave. Two more from the freak show.” Rico turned and smiled and showed a line of teeth sharpened into fangs and I gasped a little when he stuck out his tongue - it was split and forked like a snake. I hate snakes. Zeke laughed, “Come on boy. Let them finish their game. Come on in back and let’s dry off and get a smoke. Montana? Come in back with us. I got something you may like.” The three of us got through half a joint and I had popped a pill when the trailer shook. The storm had moved in full force and the windows rattled and rain pelted the roof and Zeke left out with Isaiah and Rico to make sure things were shut down and buttoned up. They had barely left the trailer before Mr. Montana stood up, unzipped his dick and told me to squat over his shaft and sit on it if I wanted a good dicking. Although he insisted on wearing a condom, I decided I had to have that donkey dick as it was so big and my ass was so hungry. I agreed to take it covered and with some extra spurts of lube we were off to the races. I then wondered where the fuck they made condoms that size. He was a good deal bigger than the brother daddies and it hurt like a son of a bitch going in, but he didn’t let that stop him in the least. Before long I had him balls deep and while I tried to pull off when the guys came back, Mr. Mountain held my hips firm and bounced me up and down his rod. Zeke just laughed when he pulled the curtain back and slipped into the bedroom with us. He stripped, dried off, lit a new joint, and sat on the edge of the bed, sharing the joint between us, and jacking his dick as he watched Mr. Mountain dig me out. While the curtain was closed, it clearly sounded from the grunts and noise coming from the front that Rico and Isaiah had decided to forgo the card game too. I felt a little jealous. Didn’t have a right to I guess, but I did. Once again Zeke seemed like he could read my mind. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said as he waved the lit joint towards the front, “It’s just a little fun between friends - ain’t that right Montana? You see Rico is Montana’s boy. Now Montana, let my boy here get on his hands and knees so you can really power fuck his ass. Be the fuck God you are - make my boy praise and worship you while he slobbers on my dick.” A little repositioning and Zeke was sitting with his back against the far wall, his legs open, with me on my hands and knees between them sucking his dick as Mr. Montana fucked me. He was hunched over my back, slamming my hole, when Zeke straightened up a little and half whispered, “MONTANA, GO AHEAD AND PULL THAT RUBBER OFF. MY BOY WILL TAKE IT RAW AND NOT JUST RAW - YOU CAN SHOOT YOUR NUTT IN HIS ASS TOO. YOU WANT THAT? I KNOW YOU’VE SAID YOU MISS BEING ABLE TO BREED ASS AND TOO BAD FOR RICO. MISSING OUT ON THAT. WE WON’T SAY A WORD WILL WE? NO SEE. MY BOY WILL BE QUIET. THAT’S RIGHT - EASE IT OFF AND SLIDE RIGHT BACK IN. SEE I TOLD YOU YOU’D LIKE THAT - FEELS FUCKING GOOD HUH. NOW ANYTIME YOU NEED TO DIG SOME ASS YOU JUST COME ON BY. MY BOY HERE WILL TAKE YOU RAW EVERY TIME AND HOW ABOUT NEXT TIME, YOU USE JUST SPIT - YEAH JUST SPIT. MAKE HIS HOLE GOOD AND SORE. AND FUCK HIM ON HIS BACK. BREED THAT BOY HOLE - BREED IT MAN - BREED MY BOY - FUCK YEAH MAN - BREED HIS ASS!” Well, apparently I was not the only one who was jealous. After Mr. Mountain put about a quart of cum up my ass, he got dressed, went out front, and as Zeke slid in my cummy hole we heard shouting and arguing. Mr. Montana and Rico were going at it and a shattered glass and slammed door later, Rico was gone. When he came back through the curtain Zeke patted Mr. Montana on the shoulder, “It’s OK man. Let him go. Here - take this pill. Hang with us. We’ll smoke, drink, and fuck the God damn night away. How about that? You want to try spit fucking my boy now? You think you can get it back up?” Three daddy dicks fucked me good that night and I was in pig heaven. The next morning, the skies were still dark and stormy. Zeke and Isaiah took their time rolling out of bed and between a couple of cigarettes, a joint, coffee, and me, they managed to get up and get their day started. Two hours later Zeke and I pulled into the motel where I had been staying. He put the Chevy into park, looked at me, smiled, and asked, “You ready?” My hand shook a bit as I opened the door to the room. The interior was dark, humid, and Zeke pulled the middle of the drapes back to let in a shaft of dim light, “Get that ass up in the air boy. This is how I plan to start every morning from now on. Your hole peaking out, begging for daddy AIDS cum, me smoking, stroking, then fucking the shit out of you good. What do you say boy?” It was natural for me to reply, “Thank you Daddy,” and as I got naked, propped my ass up on a couple pillows facing the window, without a care about who might walk by, I thought back to the chat Zeke, Isaiah, and I had the night before as the three of us lay entwined in the camper bed. Zeke spoke for both the brothers when he said: “Well boy. You’ve proved yourself well these past two nights and we like you. Well enough to say you’re welcome to stay. We ain’t got a whole lot, but can sure promise you as much raw dick, POZ cum, weed and shit as you can handle. Of course, we’d look out for you too. You’d be our boy, but that don’t mean we’re married or shit. Just is what it is - us and you. Oh and well, other folks we tell you to bend over for too. You’d have to work here at the carnival of course, and help us with our shit. Then when the season’s done, you’ll come to the ranch down in Santa Fe. I think you’d like it down there and fuck - I know I’m looking forward to some nasty freak shit I got in mind for you. So what do you say boy, you ready to stay with your AIDs daddies?” I smiled and laughed a bit as of course right at the end of that speech Isaiah figured he needed to fuck me again, so it didn’t take much convincing once his big raw dick was inside me from the back and Zeke was working my nipples on the front. Zeke tapped out his cigarette, spit on his hand, slicked just the head of his dick, then punched my hole. Fuck I loved that. “TAKE THIS AIDS CUM BOY. GOD DAMN GOOD BOY FOR YOUR DADDY. FUCKING POZZING THAT HOLE AND HAVING YOU BENT OVER LIKE THIS MAKES ME THINK I KNOW THE PERFECT FUCKING JOB FOR YOU AT THE CARNIVAL.” I relished the feel of Zekes dirty cum up my ass as we packed my few things and took them out to his car. Before we left, I stopped at the desk and paid my bill, then handed the clerk an envelope to mail - my resignation from work. Back at the carnival the camper trailer was empty and there was a scribbled note from Isaiah letting Zeke know he and Mr. Montana had gone looking for Rico who also apparently had now run off. Fine by me. I was enough of a cum hound for this freak show. Zeke dropped my bags, handed me a bottle of Jungle Juice to tuck into my pocket, then lit a joint for us to share as we walked through the carnival. A few folks were out, cleaning up from the storm and getting things set up for hopefully opening later that afternoon. Zeke appeared to be on good terms with everyone and proudly introduced me as ‘his cousin’. Maybe his ‘preferences’ were not so known after all. Fine by me. We wandered through a set of game booths and stopped in front of one that had several sections to it with a big sign on top, BEAN BAG TOSS. Zeke stooped under the side railing, I followed, then he walked into the back. “Hey Earl, EARL!” No one replied. Zeke took a big hit on the joint, handed it to me, then when he exhaled he said, “Well Earl will show you the ropes. He’s a good guy, but don’t let his gruff exterior push you off. He may look like a little troll from one of them fantasy movies, but he’s good folk. If he was younger, he’d be all over your ass no doubt, so you’re not here for that - not with him anyways - but you are for everyone else.” I looked at him questioningly as Zeke walked to the side of the dim tent and patted a tall, wooden bean bag toss game that was a couple of clowns with holes strategically cut into the wood near their feet, hands, heads, etc… The paint was peeling in spots but Zeke said, “Pull your shorts off and put your ass right to that hole.” I did, he walked around behind it and lined his dick up with my ass. Zeke slid in my cummy hole, “Fuck yeah. So here’s the extra deal. You’ll help Earl run the booth when we don’t need you. I’ll pass the word. If you’re gonna help your daddies out, you got to learn the art of the sale, but first, we need to give folks around here a taste of those doughy mounds you got. I’ll be sending folks by, and when Earl tells you it’s time for a break you’ll put your ass to this hole and take their raw dick. You want that boy?” My affirmation of my new life as his boy was held in three words, “FUCK ME DADDY!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I'm sure you will be able to put Poz on your profile soon enough. With that arse it's only a matter of time

Anon swimmers are inside my guts right now. I don't do this frequently. I'm at work, only an hour ago I took a lunch my day has been slow so I was a bit bored and horny I flipped open bareback rt. A darker skinned face popped up. I've seen him before but never messaged him and decided this time "why not, I'll just get a couple dick pics jerk off and let it go. We chatted a bit and sent me a picture of his cock. I went weak in the knees. I had to have that cock inside me. "Where are you?" he wasn't far Down the road there is a park. "Can you meet me in 5 minutes?" "see you there" We met, walked along the lake and went into the brush. His pants were down in seconds. A thick vein snaked up the side ribbing along from beneath to the top, 8 inches long his sack hung like plums swaying, rough tight black hair all around the base, the head was blunt, uncircumcised and round. iIt was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I had to have it in me. I was a bitch in heat and he was here to rut. Seconds later it was inside of me pumping, he pumped with a gutteral earnest. This cumhole was his, five minutes later he began to twitch flooding my cunt, his cunt, with his seed. We left a few minutes later. I don't know his name.

I still have sex with my brother every now and then and he's mostly straight, but we started doing it as kids and now every once in a while we still 69 when his wife is asleep. We strongly resemble one another. So, yes.

I got to have some experiences early on, but I wouldn't say I was molested. My family was very open about sex do I was able to try things out around 11. I'm still experimenting with my piggy/puppy side.

PREP’D BUT GOOD By Randy Rawman “You want it?” he pants. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” Dev’s about to unload his giant bull balls into my raw ass and I can’t fucking wait to feel it. It’s going to be the first of what I hope will be hundreds of raw loads taken and given in this new phase of my life. I’ve been a safe sex boy for decades, ever since I’d starting having sex at 21 I’m now 40 now, fitter and hornier than ever, but all I can think about—all I daydream about, all I want to look at on line—is breeding; huge hot wads of stud-cum being dumped and taken in sloppy, starving asses - like mine. As Dev quickens his fuckstrokes, building to blast-off, I turn my head and see the white lab coat he wears at work abandoned on the floor along with the gray slacks that caress his ass and showcase his cock-bulge so spectacularly. Dev was wearing both the first time I laid eyes on him, at the pharmacy I rushed to after getting my first prescription for PrEP from my longtime doctor, Dr. Foster. “This guy I’ve been seeing, well, he’s HIV-positive,” I explained to Dr. Foster, whose deep voice and soap-hunk handsome looks always drive me to distraction, “and things are getting pretty serious and I think the smart move for me would be to go on PrEP, because even though we practice safe sex, you never know, right?” This was a lie. I wasn’t seeing anybody, let alone a guy who was HIV-positive. But it sounded a lot better than the truth, which is something like, “Yeah, doc, I’ve always been super turned on by the idea of barebacking and breeding and taking seed and giving seed and felching and snowballing and now I’m determined to make my fantasies a reality.” When I handed over my prescription, the pharmacist Dev read it over, then looked up at me without a trace of interest or emotion. He then typed in the info and told me it would be ready within 20 minutes if I wanted to wait. I bought myself a soda and cruised the BBRT app and daydreamed about cum-swapping until Dev called my name. When I picked up the prescription, Dev made sure to reiterate Dr. Foster’s instructions; to take it everyday without fail and that it takes a little while to become effective. I told him I understood, handed over the copay—thank you, Obamacare—and went on my way. A few weeks later, I awoke to a phone call from an Unknown number. “Randy, this is Dev from CVS Pharmacy calling.” “Oh hi,” I said, groggily. I have my pharmacy number saved in my phone and it always comes up as ‘CVS,’ not ‘Unknown.’ Odd. “I’m the pharmacist who filled your prescription for Truveda,” he explained. “Uh-huh,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you knew that if you started taking it the day you got the prescription, it should be effective by now,” he said, “and see if you or your partner had any questions.” “I think I’m good, we’re good,” I said. “Thank you.” “I also wanted to let you know that I have a 6-day load in my balls and I would like to blast it in your ass.” This stunned me into silence. “I know that’s what you want, Randy, you don’t have to pretend,” he said calmly. “You want that more than anything; to take cum in your aching ass. I saw that in your eyes when you handed over that prescription. You were shaking, just a little bit. And while you were waiting for it to be filled, you were on BBRT, cruising around like the cumswapper you’re dying to be.” “How do you know that?” I asked, still totally stunned. “There’s a mirror behind the waiting area and I could see your phone in the reflection,” he said. “Is your partner home?” “No,” I said. “Actually, I don’t have a partner. I don’t know why I said I did.” Dev laughed, then said, “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said. “It’s 9:47 now. I’d like to be balls-deep in you by 11:30. Give me your address.” So I did. And he was. Balls-deep in me at 11:30. But first I got to give him the once-over, with my eyes and my hands and my tongue. I got the lab coat off first. Then he removed his glasses. Fuck, he was good looking, like the Indian-American actor from the show Heroes. He was around 40, with a gym-toned body and a hairy but well-trimmed chest. Once the lab coat and the pec-hugging polo came off, I got to admire his hot ass and packed crotch in those snug slacks as he walked to my bedroom window and closed the drapes. Then he walked back to me, got right into my face, our mouths close to touching, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. “Suck me through my slacks,” he said. I grabbed his globes with both hands and pulled his bulge onto my mouth. He must have been going commando because his cock was unimpeded as it swelled and arched up to the right. I slid my mouth back and forth on it like an ear of corn and it got longer and each time I slid back to the tip. I pulled away and looked at the wet spot we had created together; me with my spit and Dev with his pre-seed. “Pull it out,” he said. “You got me leaking and I know you want any seed that comes out of my dick to go inside you, one way or another.” I unzipped Dev’s fly and pulled out his cock: eight inches, thick and rock hard, with a fat purple head that I knew was going to open me up good. I dove down on his dick, my hunger for cock trumping the gag reflex that used to trip me up in my younger, more inhibited days. As I sucked and savored his pre-seed, Dev started in with the verbal, saying “When I went to school to become a pharmacist all those years ago, I didn’t know that modern science was going to give me such a tremendous gift; an endless, excited stream of fresh, desperate-to-be-bred cumdumps; and that I’d get to be at first in line to seed them.” I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up into his dark, sexy eyes. “How many customers have you initiated this way?” I asked. “You’ll be 37,” he said. “I keep track on my phone.” And then he laughed. Turned on by the thought of all that barebacking, I dived back down on his cock, determined to get it as hard and wet as possible for my hole. “But you’re definitely one of the hottest,” he added. I groaned around his cock. “And hungriest. Stand up, lose those slutty little shorts.” I pulled off my red vintage Adidas running shorts and before I regained my balance, he shoved me on the bed and dived tongue-first into my hole. “It’s 11:18,” I said to him, stealing a look at my alarm clock. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep my balls-deep promise. Just getting you wet and ready.” Dev grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and lubed-up my hole first and then his throbbing cock, and then, as he positioned his cockhead at the opening of my pucker, I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You sure? Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping till you take my seed. There’s no turning back.” “Have any of the 36 other sluts pussied out?” “One,” he said. “But he called me back a day later and I gave my him jizz in the storeroom at work during my lunch break.” As we were talking, Dev slowly sunk his hot cock into me, a millimeter at a time. God, it was hurting like fuck but if I kept him talking, if I didn’t focus on the pain, it wasn’t that bad. Dev knew that, too, and was happy to keep up the verbal. “How long have you wanted to cross the line, become a hardcore barebacker instead of a guy who slips up once in a while and feels bad about it?” “Years, man,” I admitted, sensing he was about halfway inside me now. “I remember when Hot Desert Knights came out with their first video, I ordered it on VHS and I came so hard at the end of the first scene when the bottom took his fucker’s seed deep inside. And it was an internal breeding, too. Not one of those cum outside and slather it on the hole jobs. I still remember the anticipation of watching the bottom’s freshly fucked hole and waiting for him to push his breeder’s seed out. It took a while, but when that juice came oozing out—God, I remember it was so thick and white—I came again. It took me about a week to get through the video because I would cum after one scene and then shut it off so I could savor the thrill for as long as possible.” “The videos I post are almost all internal,” Dev said casually, rocking from side to side, his cock almost all the way inside me now. It was 11:27. “Videos?” I ask, intrigued but also scared. I’m ready for his seed, I think, but am I ready for my closeup? I don’t think so. “On Xtube and Tumblr,” he said. “And then they end up all over.” “What’s your screen name?” I asked. “FitFlooder,” he said. “Fuck,” I said. “I’ve seen your vids. I know it. Holy shit, I’ve jacked off to my pharmacist.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which oddly made my hole relax a little more around his stiff invader. “I don’t show faces,” he explained, “unless the bottoms are okay with it. I let the bottoms tell me what they’re comfortable with showing. The only real rule I have is I always cum inside.” “As it should be.” “There are two videos I’ve posted where I creamed fuckers faces but that was only because I had already bred both the guys multiple times and each guy wanted my huge load all over his face.” “Hot,” I groaned as I tried to get used to him. “Mission accomplished, fucker,” Dev said, looking down at where his cock would be if it weren’t buried all the way up ass. “Balls deep and it’s only 11:29.” “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so fucking full. If you start sliding in and out, I think I’m going to break in half.” “I don’t care,” he said simply and then without taking his cock out of my ass, reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording the moment for posterity,” he said. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask. “I pull out and go home,” he said. “It’s your choice.” The thought of him leaving without seeding me was nearly unbearable. “Okay, but no face.” What the fuck was happening? Here I was, about to take my first raw load from a virtual stranger and I was seriously thinking of letting him make a video of it. “I won’t show your face,” he agreed. “And before I leave here, I’ll show it to you. And I bet when we watch it, you’ll get so hard you’ll insist on taking my seed again…or I can take yours. I’m an equal opportunity spunk-swapper.” “All right,” I replied. “Do it. Fucking breed me.” Dev turned on the camera and held it with one hand while he steadied my hips with the other. He slowly started to slide his hot cock out of my ass and just as he felt the rim of his cockhead connect with my first ring, he’d slide back in. “God that feels so good, fucker,” he said. “Your ass is like fucking velvet.” “My ass is yours,” I groaned. “You didn’t ask my status, fucker,” he said, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck strokes. “I didn’t,” I said. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re free to be the cumwhore you’ve always wanted to be. Is that what you want to be?” “Yes,” I gasped as his fuckstick hit home again and again. “Yes, it is.” “Say it then,” he said, looking me in the eyes while the camera caught his cockstrokes into my hole. “I need to hear you say it. So do the fuckers watching this.” “I want to be a cumwhore,” I said. “I want to take seed all the time, everyday, from every hot fucker I can get my hole around. And give it, too.” “I may have to take you up on that,” he replied, "but not yet. Right now I’m going to give you what you need so bad. I knew you needed it the second I saw you and you’re about to get it.” “Oh yes. Fuck yes.” Dev’s fuck strokes were coming fast and furious. I used my battered ass muscles to try and milk his seed out and make the insemination as mind-blowing for him as I knew it was going to be for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want your cum,” I said. “You want it?” he panted. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” “Once I do it, I own you. You understand that? Do you?” Dev’s intensity snaps me back into the present moment, this moment I’ve been fantasizing about for so long and I finally got the courage to make happen. “Yes, breed me.” I say. “After this, you’re going to be hooked. You’re going to live for cum. You understand that?” “Yes, breed me.” “Oh fuck, that six day load is coming, fucker. Get ready to take it.” “Yes, fucker, yes! Fill my up. Seed my fucking guts, stud!” “Aaaaarrrggggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnnghh!” Dev bellowed as jet after jet of man cum whitewashed my insides. “Take that seed!” “I feel it, fucker. Every rope, I feel it. Give me every drop.” “Take every drop of that DNA. Let it soak into your guts.” “Aaaaah,” Dev sighed. Then, turning the camera off, tossed his phone beside us and collapsed on top of me without withdrawing his python from my ass. “God, that was incredible,” I sighed, reaching my hand down to stroke my hard cock. Dev smacked my hand away. “You’re not jerking off, fucker. You’re a Truveda Slut now.” “So?” “Truveda Sluts don’t waste their seed.” “Fine. You gonna take it?” “I might,” he said. “Or we can hit a bathhouse together or find a hotel party on BBRT. The options are wide open…just like that ass of yours. The point is, as you’ve just discovered, your hot sperm can make some lucky studfucker’s day so it’s just selfish of you to waste it.” Dev shifted his weight a bit and his spent dick snaked out of my hole with a plop. “Don’t you dare let my spunk come out yet.” Dev grabbed his phone and slid me over the edge of the bed where the light was better, hitting ‘record’ on the cameraphone. “Pull those legs back,” he ordered, adding "And let me see what six days worth of cum looks like oozing out of a brand new Truvada Whore.” I did as Dev ordered. I relaxed my ass muscles, and felt glob after glob of Dev’s wet spunk ooze from hole and down my crack. “Damn, I shot a huge load, fucker.” Dev commented. “You don’t have to tell me,” I answered, “I felt it.” “You brought it out in me.” “Mmmmm.” “Are you glad you picked my pharmacy for your Truveda prescription?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you let me in your hot hole raw?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you took my seed?” “Yes.” “Do you want more cum?” “Yes.” “Good, because this is just the beginning.”

“Who are you?” He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn… I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired… We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all… the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter… After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance. “Who are you…” “You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…” “And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “ I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist. “It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…” Damn his eyes and damn his silence … “This is not true life, you know it?” “I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer… “Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?” It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask… “Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer. “Any…” “No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…” “For me you are still a cumdump …” “I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?” The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face. “That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “ He drank one more zip from his coffee… You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam… I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy… “Yes, I remember the fucker…” “He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days… he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires… “And what about you?” “No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?” “Do you want me to go?” “I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “ “Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade. “If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?” “That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…” It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted. “Ok tell me what’s the deal” “Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…” “Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain. “Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…” And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

I'm a small dicked bottom (it's a pretty one though). Although I naturally love getting my ass fucked and sucking on cocks, I think that if I had a big cock I probably would be much more of a top, so i guess my small cock does have something to do with me being a bottom. I think it tries to make up for it though cause it makes a lot of cum and precum ( I'm a messy fuck!). I'm proud of the little thing and never cover it up unless the guy I'm with wants me to. I love public sex and love showing off my little dick to everyone. When I'm in a bathhouse or sex club I never cover it with a towel. I go around naked and guys generally know with a little thing like that, i'm probably not a top. I get fucked in public a lot and enjoy hearing guys talking about the "guy with the little dick" getting fucked.

Part 7 Spent, Luke looked up at the ceiling and contemplated how much he had changed in the span of 72 hours. He turned to the camera that Steve held and whimpered with a grin “I’m YOUR whore now.” Weeks and months passed. Symptoms – some annoying, some painful, some just gross – came and went as Steve and Billy’s toxicity -- among others after that weekend -- took hold of Luke’s body. Two constants remained resolute: Luke’s ever-present lust for and obedience to Steve, and the fact that he’d been forever marked by Steve - physically and emotionally. ********************************************************************* The camera panned up Luke’s body: his tan feet, protruding calves, bulging quads, and large flaccid dick, where the shot lingered for a bit for admiration. The camera then made it to Luke’s relatively new scorpion tattoo above his pubic line, then to his taught abdominal muscles, his pecs, and finally his face. “This is Luke,” the cameraman could be heard saying. Luke smiled and responded with a casual, yet friendly “Hey.” He was now used to being objectified for the benefit of Steve. The camera then panned to the guy standing next to Luke. He was around 20 years old with freckles and shaved red hair. “What’s your name?” the cameraman asked. “I’m Josh.” The video frame then started its way down Josh’s pale body. He was less muscular and skinnier than Luke, but was in good, athletic shape. The happy trail of red hair above his waistline lead to a large uncut semi-hard dick, and then the camera then continued to his bare feet. “Okay, fellas, what are we here for today?” “Well,” Luke responded, “I’m gonna fuck Josh!” giving the camera a wide smile. “Josh, how do you feel about this?” “It’s hot. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Steve interjected “Cut, cut, cut. This is coming off like pretty boy porn. It’s not a fucking love story here. We need to rethink how we set this shit up, otherwise it’s not gonna sell. I mean, we’re about to film an actual pozzing! Josh -- you’re about to get fucked by my unmedicated whore, and you aren’t on anything that’ll save your ass from getting the bug. He’s gonna give you every god damn disease you’ve ever heard of and we’re gonna advertise this to the world. You’re gonna be huge porn stars for this, and I’m gonna make a ton of money off of you sluts. I need to hear and see fear and desire here. All right, go on. Action.” “I’m gonna fuck him raw.” Luke said into the camera, then he turned to Josh. “I’m gonna knock him up with my HIV baby. I’m gonna convert this little faggot like I was converted and then we’re gonna seed other faggots out there together.” Steve was pleased with the results of his directorial aside as he knew, having shared the fuck photos and video of Billy and Luke with his friends, that this could be a lucrative way to exploit his lover. Finding Josh – a cute, willing, neg, exhibitionist chaser – was a hard feat, but the internet finally produced gold with this ginger. Josh broke character and said frankly “I can’t stop shaking I’m so nervous. I want this – I really want this – but it’s just.. I’m just.. it’s overwhelming.” “Relax.” Luke said, putting his arm around Josh’s waist. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” “I want to do this. It’s just so real now – it was one thing before today chatting online or camming, but now, I mean, it’s not fantasy anymore. This is taking the fucking plunge.” Josh said, and the camera continued to film. Steve might not have wanted love or emotion, but such were unavoidable. “You’re hard, Josh.” Steve said off camera. “Luke isn’t yet. Maybe if you suck his dick you’ll get over these jitters.” “OK” Josh said with some stress in his voice. Josh kissed Luke before sinking to his knees, but just before Josh took Luke's cock into his mouth, Luke and Steve locked eyes, sharing the moment and smiled. Once Luke’s dick was hard in Josh’s mouth, Luke grabbed hold of the back of the ginger’s head and started to skull fuck him. Josh gagged on Luke’s cock and fought for breath. Luke enjoyed looking down at Josh servicing him, who occasionally looked up and made eye contact. Luke could sense that Josh’s trepidation was subsiding. Josh was enjoying sucking on Luke's magnificent prick. After about five minutes, Luke pulled his dick out of Josh’s mouth and asked “You ready to take my raw diseased dick in your ass, bud? “I think so,” Josh replied. Steve interjected again “Josh I don’t give a fuck what you’re thinking, once he’s in you, you gotta want it. You gotta beg for it. Do you want to share in our cum or not?” “I do, sir. I want it. I want to be knocked up. I’m ready. I promise.” Josh answered with confidence. Luke and Josh walked a few steps to the bed, where Luke positioned Josh on his back and then his legs onto Luke's shoulders so he could dive face first into the pale lad’s round ass. Luke spit on Josh’s tight hole and showed it to the camera as he inserted one finger, then two. 'Josh’s asshole is fuckin' perfect', Luke thought, as he maneuvered his tongue in and out, digging deeper and deeper. Josh moaned and yelped as Luke’s whiskered face brushed against his inner thighs. Luke's tongue lashed inside his fuck chute, eating out Josh's ass for several minutes until he could no longer hold off fucking. He got to his feet, standing between Josh’s legs and asked simply “You ready? And ready, he apparently was, as without hesitation Josh answered with a firm "Fuck yes. You’re a fucking god, and I need you inside me. Make me yours.” Luke’s dick was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and squirted some onto his shaft and on a finger, which he then inserted into Josh’s hole. He then inserted a second finger, and then a third, as he did so remarking “I’m about to stick my dick in you. You ever taken a poz dick before?” “No, never.” “Are you negative?” “Yeah.” “You know, I’m not on meds and my viral load is high. You’re probably gonna get the bug, HIV, from me. You know that, right?” “Yeah, I know all that. I want your bug.” “Fuck yeah, Josh. That’s so hot. And you know I carry a bunch of other things too – you’re gonna be a filthy whore like me if I shoot my load in you. You want that?” “Yes. I want to become just like you. I want you to seed me and for your seed -- all your seeds -- to grow inside me.” Luke pulled his fingers out and positioned his dick against Josh’s pucker. With a slow push forward with his hips, Luke’s dick head entered Josh’s ass. Josh winced, and Luke continued pressing ever deeper. Josh grunted “Oh my god, I’m taking your bare dick. This is my dream. I’m so hard,” his eyes closed and smiling, clearly savoring every moment of a long-anticipated experience. “Your hole feels so good around my dick. You’re so tight. I’m invading your ass – you’re like a fucking virgin right now and I’m taking that away from you with my poison cock.” Jush pushed into Luke’s dick, helping it move deeper inside him. Luke was about three quarters inside. “I’m gonna get herpes too, right?” Josh asked. “I’ve got 'em. You probably will too.” Josh pulled Luke tight into him with his legs, which were wrapped around Luke now. “Fuck me. Give me everything you have. You’re a god and I want you.” With that Luke made a final thrust to bottom out inside his conquest. “I’m all the way in you.” The camera man zoomed to Josh’s hole, below which Luke’s balls rested. Steve was rock hard and, off camera, precumming under his jeans, and couldn't stop himself from loudly exclaiming “Now destroy that neg pussy. Shoot your load in this fucking ginger and convert him!” Obediently, Luke withdrew almost completely and then slammed back into Josh’s ass and repeated with wild abandon. He quickly pumped in and out of Josh, his big dick head getting raw from rubbing against the lining of Josh’s ass. Josh screamed in pleasure. Precum was pooling on his white abs as his ass was getting a merciless pounding from Luke. “Oh yeah, bitch. Are you ready for your fucking conversion? Do you want my big fucking toxic load inside you?” Josh moaned "Oh, yeah, please daddy, give me your load!” “What do you want, whore?” Luke asked. “I want everything you have, every drop of cum that’s ever infected you, I want. Make me your cumdump. Make me toxic. Make me yours.” Luke’s pace picked up even further for a few beats, and then he yelled “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M SHOOTING MY RADIOACTIVE JIZZ IN YOUR NEG FUCKNG PUSSY! TAKE MY LOAD YOU CUNT!!!” His fuck pace came to a halt and he relished the release as his spent cock rested inside Josh. With three strokes, Josh’s dick erupted and he shot himself in the face. “FUCK, your load is in me, you converted me. Oh shit, oh yeah.” Luke collapsed onto Josh, and they kissed. “We’re gonna be rich, fuckers,” Steve announced, a wet spot and a hard cock visible through his jeans. “That’s a wrap."

3: THE FUCK Joey: "Uncle, please, just stop now." Clark: "Listen here, I'm trying to show you how to get your girlfriend back. So start acting like a little bitch and I'm gonna give you what bitches get. Now get ready because we're moving on to the next lesson." He gave my ass a little munch, sending tingles throughout my entire body. A few more seconds with his tongue and then the hardest slap he's given me so far. He put both of his hands on my back, pushing it into an arch and my ass up in the air. All I could do is stay there in disbelief of what my Uncle was about to do to me. Joey -whimpering-: "Unc- are you gonna at least put a condom on." Clark -softly-: "Only if that'll make you more okay with this." Joey: "It really would." Clark: "Then give me a second." He walked out of the room briefly. I contemplated leaving but I was still just frozen in disbelief, bending over his couch like a whore. By the time I had a clear thought, he was back in the room with a condom in his hand. Clark -smile-: "Glad you stuck around." Joey: "I wasn't really even sure how to leave." Clark: "I'm gonna take that as you liking this then. Is that the case?" Joey: "Uncle, just don't." He spit on his fingers and pushed them into my already open ass. He worked them in and out, while commenting on how beautiful of a hole I had. Clark: "Come on, you're saying this doesn't feel good?" Joey -moan/grunt-: "Uncle, just stop saying that." Clark: "Yeah boy, you like it. This is what you're girlfriend wants you know. Now maybe you'll understand. Ready?" I didn't even get to answer. He put his hands on the small of my back again and aimed his dick towards my hole. Clark: "I already went slowly with the fingers, so let's speed this up a bit. Shall we?" Before he hit his question he already had the tip inside of me and it was entering my virgin hole at a steady pace. I was grunting and moaning, both out of humiliation and surprise pleasure. He must've been about halfway in when he took it out and then just slammed into me all at once. I just winced with fear and lost my breath for a moment. But he kept it in there until the pain subsided. Clark: "Hard part's already over boy. Here on out, just enjoy." He took it out and started pumping steadily. He went in and out of my hole carefully trying not to hurt me. But with each thrust, I felt his pubes press into my ass. He left one hand on my back and reached around and grabbed my dick. Clark: "Oh look at this, you're dripping." Joey -grunting-: "Uncle, please shut up." Clark: "Nothing wrong with enjoying it boy, but now that I know you're cock is good and hard. It's time for things to get a little rougher. Remember, right now. You're my bitch." With that last word he thrusted into me as hard as he could. He took it out slowly and thrusted hard again. He kept this up for what felt like a long time. Clark: "Goddamn your hole is so fucking good. Or should I say my hole since you're my bitch now. Yeah, my fucking hole." Joey: "-grunting-" His pace quickened so that the sound of our skin slapping against each other was echoing throughout the entire room. Clark: "Oh fuck Joey, this ass is gold! My new fucking fucktoy." Joey: "-grunting-" Clark: "Damn and you wanted it so bad you never even noticed I didn't slip on that condom." Joey -scared-: "What the fuck! Uncle Clark!" I try to fight but it's futile. He's so much stronger than me and his hands are still on my back. As I fight he moves them to my shoulder and really drives his dick in while he holds me in place. Clark: "Yeah boy, keep your fucking back arched. I wanna see that ass take my dick. Still leaking boy?!" Joey: "..." He smacks my ass hard. Clark: "Show your Uncle Clark some respect boy. Answer me!" He smacks it again and checks himself. He reaches the hand that checks and puts it into my mouth. Clark: "That taste like precum boy?" I can't even answer because he leaves his finger there. I just grunt while he keeps fucking me. Clark: "Yeah that's some fucking precum. Feel free to jack whenever you're comfortable. But keep in mind you are not my priority. You cum and I haven't, you're gonna sit and stay until I'm done." He takes his fingers out of my mouth. Clark: "What do you say to that, hmm? Gonna admit you like it yet? Cock says you do." Joey: "FuuuUCK." Clark: "What was that?" Joey -grunting-: "Fuck, I' won't admit yet!" Clark: "All I heard was yet." His pace quickens and then slows down. When he slows down he thrusts into me harder until he pulls out of me completely. Joey: "Are you gonna jack off on me now?" Clark: "You fucking wish boy. There is only one place this load is going and it's not on your chest." Joey: "What the fuck does that mean!" He doesn't even answer me, just turns me over and throws my back onto the couch. He orders me to lift my legs and I try, but he grabs them anyway and admires my ass for a second before driving his dick back in. Clark: "Now I can look at the pleasure on your face as I do this." He slams into me and I grunt. Clark: "Look of pure pleasure. Come on, moan for my dick." I stop fighting back the sounds my body is so desperate to make and I begin to moan as he fucks my ass harder and harder. He doesn't take his eyes off of my face. Clark: "Come on, look at me boy." I do. Clark: "Yeah that's right. Tell me you like it now.: Joey -grunting-:" I-uh.." Clark: "That's it, let it out." Joey: "Oh FUCK it feels good!" He kisses me on my lips, which was the most surprising thing of the night. Clark: "When you fuck your girl; fuck her hard and like she wants, but don't forget to let her know you love her too. Take a tender moment and then just drive your point back in." He thrusts into me what felt like the deepest all night. Clark: "Alright whore, fucking jack your dick. It's still dripping all over your stomach." He was right, I looked down at my abs and saw precum just flowing all over the place. I started jacking off. Clark: "Keep your eyes on mind and tell me what you're thinking." Joey -locking eyes-: "Oh fuck this feels amazing. I never knew!" Clark: "Yeah? You like this?" He thrusts into me deep again. Joey: "Yeah that felt so fucking great." Clark: "Good. Just like an eager little fuckboy. You don't even mind that I'm in raw now, do you? Joey: "Oh fuck, I forgot!" I fight a little but he's over me and has me firmly in place. Clark: "Doesn't fucking matter that you forgot, cuz you're a little faggot now." Joey -moaning-: "I'm no-not a fa-faggot." Clark: "Your dick say otherwise. Faggot." Joey: "Stop saying that." Clark: "You're still jacking off. Faggot." Joey -whisper-: "Stop." He moves his hands from my ankles to my chest and kisses me again before using me to prop himself up and drive hard again. Clark: "Damn, you have a tight chest eager little fuckboy. That's right, keep jacking your dick." I do as he says, and I feel a sudden urge growing in my cock. My natural response is to jack off harder. Joey: "Oh fuck!" Clark: "You about to cum faggot?!" Joey: "Oh fuck I think so." Clark: "Good fucking faggot." He keeps plowing into me and my urge is growing stronger. Clark: "I'm about to bust my own load. Where do you want it to go?" Joey: "Oh fuck, anywhere! Just keep fucking me! I'm about to, oh fuck!" He's still driving into me. Clark: "Yeah my little nephew is about to be bred for the first fucking time. Breeding you like my own whore." Joey: "Oh fuck, breed me then! Just keep fucking me! Breed me, breed me! Oh fuck, I'm cumming-- I'm cumming!" I shoot spurt after spurt of my own load. Most of it hits me in the face, some also lands on my chest. Joey: "Oh fuck." Clark: "Hell yeah oh fuck!" He takes some of the load off of my face. Clark: "I'm about to fucking bust. Suck your cum off of my fucking fingers." He put his fingers in my mouth again and I just sucked them clean. His other hands was feeling my abs and his gaze was all over my body. Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, it's coming! Oh fuck. I can't believe I get to breed your virgin ass. Fuck Joey, fuck!" Joey: "Oh yeah, cum inside of me." He started pounding me faster while I still sucked my cum off his fingers. Before I knew it, he was pounding me slower and I could feel spurts of his load feed my hole. He kept it pumping slowly until there was nothing left to pump and his dick went soft, then he took it out and let my legs down. We both stood up; me stretching my legs and him catching his breath. We made eye contact and just smiled. Clark: "That. Is how you will get your fucking girlfriend back." Before I could even talk, he started up again. Clark: "Go get her back now. Go take her from wherever she is to wherever you go. And fuck her like I just fucked you. Any aggression you have towards me right now, let it motivate your sexual drive. Go, now!" Joey: "But I gotta clean up first." Clark: "No fucking way. You go fuck her with my load in your ass. Think of it while you blow her mind. Now leave." Just like I was doing all night, I listened to him. I grabbed my clothes and I walked out the door. Enlightened to a whole new world of sex.

2: THE EXECUTION Clark: "I'm gonna like this next part a whole lot more than you will, boy." He still has his hands on my shoulder with a grip strong enough I don't even fight it. He lets go because he knows I won't move and pulls down his pants, revealing his tight boxer briefs. Clark: "Suck on that bulge, boy." When I don't respond after a few seconds his hand goes back to my shoulder. He looks me in the eyes. Clark: "Suck on that bulge." I don't even fight it as he pulls me in closer. He has my face against his penis and I get a whiff of his scent. Clark: "Slow and steady at first." He has me remove his briefs so that I can see his manhood spring into action, a full 8 inches long. Clark: "I'm not gonna push you down on it yet, start whenever you'd like. Get used to the idea that this is happening." It takes awhile but I find my hand reaching out to grab the girth. Slowly, I edge closer and begin to wrap my lips around his dick. Clark -moans-: "Oh yeah boy. Keep going." I'm slowly working his shaft. Clark: "See how far down you can go." I have to listen. I try to go down all the way and I'm able to go down far, but I still have a bit to go. And he pushes me down on it quick. My lips touched his v for a second and I pulled off and started to gag a little. Clark -laughing-: "You're gonna get used to it, don't worry. Get back down. Keep going farther." I do as he says and a few minutes later I'm down as far as I can go. Clark: "See? I told you." He grabs my hair. Clark: "Time for some fun." Still standing over me, he pulls my head onto his dick and holds it there for a second. When he finally release, he lets me take a breath and then starts jacking off with my mouth. Clark: "See Joey. This is how your girlfriend wants you to treat her. She wants the kind of man that will demand her to please him. And not only demand it, but make it happen. All girls want to be treated like this at least once. Hell, even some guys do. Just look at how well you're taking it." We made eye contact and just held the gaze. He was smiling while I was just looking up at him with his dick in my mouth. He grabbed my head again and started bobbing it up and down fast. Clark: "Taste that precum yet, boy?" Joey: "Fuck, it's been there since I started." Clark: "And how do you like it?" He looked at me intensely after he asked the question. I didn't know whether to admit humiliation or just accept it out loud. Joey: "I still really don't wanna do this." Clark: "That'll change. Get back down on that cock for a second." He leaked some more pre-cum after he mentioned it. He noticed it because he made me lick it off. He even had me swallow the little bit there was, just smiling the entire time. Clark: "Oh god Joey I can't wait to show you more." Joey: "How much more are you gonna make me do?" Clark: "Guess you're about to find out. Get your ass up and move over to the couch." I could still only listen. I walked over and stood by the couch, waiting. And he grabbed me, turned me around and bent me over with my knees resting on the cushions. Joey: "Uncle Clark please stop, I really don't want to do this." Clark: "Just relax and accept that it's happening. You really don't wanna fight this." He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled it apart, just staring at it for a second. Clark: "Fuck that's a real nice ass." He gave it a light smack, but hard enough to make me wince. Clark: "You ever let your girlfriend put anything up there?" Joey: "No." Clark: "Oh come on, no wonder she thought you had no passion." Joey -standing up-: "Hey come on not cool!" He pushed me back down and smacked my ass again, this time real hard. Clark: "Don't do that again." Joey -wincing-: "Uncle what are you gonna do?" Clark: "Just wait for it. Damn your ass is so innocent, can hardly fucking wait." He pulled my cheeks apart and dug his face in. I had such a mixed feeling of humiliation and pleasure, my girlfriend sure as hell never did this. Joey -moaning-: "What the fuck. Please, just-uhhh- stop." Clark: "Doesn't sound like you want me stop." He gave my hole a light tap with his fingers. Joey: "Please." Clark: "Since you asked so nicely." He put his finger into my ass! It was such a strange feeling, I didn't know it was coming so fast. Joey: "Oh god, Uncle Joey!" Clark: "Yeah boy? You want that, don't you?" I think he put another one in. He moved them in and out slowly. Clark: "Get your virgin ass nice and opened up boy. Can't say nothings been up there now, can ya?" He twisted and pulled his fingers apart. I could feel him stretching my hole with every turn. He inserted a third finger and began to finger me deeper. Joey: "Oh god Uncle Joey! Fu-fuuuck!" Clark -laughing-: "You know that's next boy." I try to fight the fingers for a second, but they're already inside of me. He just has complete control over where I go. He takes them out and rims my ass for a little bit more, but it's not long before he has them inside of me again. He takes them out and smacks my ass. Clark: "Fuck boy, you're gonna get it good."

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

What Goes Around, Cums Around The Beginning of the circle - part two "I hope you don't have to rush off", the man said as his fingers played with Yasser's chest hair, finding the nipple he started playing with it, rolling the hardening nub between his finger and thumb. "Damn, if you keep that up I will definitely want to fuck you again" "Hmm" came the reply as the man looked down with an enigmatic smile. They were shortly making out and soon both of their cocks were rock hard again. Yasser rolled back on top of the man "Damn I really need to fuck you again, you have the most amazing ass I have ever fucked." "Thanks, but.....well..." said the man, "lets see." And with that, the man once again flipped Yasser over onto his back and once again began an exploration of the dark boy's furry and now very sweaty body with his mouth, tongue and his fingers, as he moved his way down Yasser's torso, he kept the boy right on the edge. Yasser had thought that surely the man had discovered every pleasure center of his body last time, but the man kept finding new parts of Yasser's body and new ways of teasing them that would send shivers down to his cock, balls, and even made his ass twitch with a hitherto unknown anticipation. The man swung his body around so that he was now kneeling between Yasser's wide spread legs. Then as he finished cleaning all the cum, sweat and ass juices off of Yasser's cock, and washing his dense black bush, he looked up at Yasser "So, you want to fuck me again?" "Fuck Ya!" "Well before you can fuck me again" he said while he slid his strong hands down Yasser's hairy legs to just behind the knees "I think it is only fair that I get to fuck you, don't you?" and without waiting for a reply he quickly bent Yasser's knees up to the boy's chest. Then, spreading the legs exposing that dark furry crack. At the same time he lowered his face, and spreading the ass crack even further with his hands he inhaled deeply, Damn he loved that smell, and he dove in. Yasser, was stunned, while he had been fucked a few times, never had anyone rimmed his ass before, sure he had seen it in some of the porn movies at the book store, but it had always kind of grossed him out when he saw those scenes. But, Damn!, who knew it felt this amazing. The man was going crazy too, he loved ass, and he especially liked a nice hairy crack. He loved eating ass. And he loved fucking and breeding it. He was pulling on the those short hairs with his teeth, and nibbling on the sweet ass lips, and then fucking his tongue as deep up the boy's ass as he could. After just a few minutes, Yasser was flopping back and forth, whimpering uncontrollably and had even grabbed his own ankles, lifting his legs up further and spreading them as far as possible to give the man easier access to his ass. After a few more minutes, the man came up for air, and looked down at Yasser who was panting like he had just run a mile, "So, how about it? Want to get fucked?" "Oh, fuck,,,, please, please, please fuck me..... fuck me..." The man smiled and brought his cock head into position. He didn't bother to spit on his dick head, it was leaking enough precum as it was and the boy's ass was well opened and lubed with the spit he had been working in it with his tongue. And truth be told, he didn't want the hole too slicked up, after all he needed a bit of dry friction to do what needed to be done. But still he wanted this boy to enjoy it, he was one of the hotter guys he had hooked up with lately and he was looking forward to more than just one breeding that night. So he got just the very tip of his cock inserted in between the ass lips, then grabbed the boy by the wrists pinning him down, (not that he needed to, that boy was so fucking hungry for his dick, but he liked to use a bit of force the first time he fucked a new ass, it made his cock that much harder, plus viewing the exposed and vulnerable thick patch of black hair in the boys pits turned him on. Then, looking the boy right in the eyes, he thrust. Just one fast thrust and his entire fat uncut 8" was inside the boys ass. The boy arched his back and screamed. The man quickly muffled the boys scream by leaning down and shoving his tongue into the boys mouth as he pulled his cock most of the way out and then slammed back into the boys ass again. With each slow pull out and brutal thrust forward back into the boys ass the boy convulsed. Adding to the intensity of the fuck for Yasser was the strange taste on the man's tongue that was fucking into his mouth (he had never tasted that wonderful heady mixture of sweat, ass juice and cum before and so didn't really know what it was - only that he liked it.) Despite his arousal he continued to struggle against the assault on his ass. But the man's strong grip pinning down his wrists was too powerful. There were tears in the boy's eyes now from the brutal attack on his ass. But slowly the muffled whimpers of pleading, fear, and pain were replaced by moans with undertones of hunger, and soon they were full throated crys of pleasure. The boy started to try and push his ass up to meet each one of the man's thrusts, tried to suck the man's tongue, coated with all of those intoxicating flavors, deeper into his mouth. The man let go of the boy's wrists and Yasser's arms quickly were wrapped around the mans back holding on to him for dear life. The man pulled his tongue out of the boy's mouth and attacked his neck, biting down hard and sucking, then moving down back to the boy's arm pit, pulling on the thick hair with this teeth, then moving up and attacking the boy's shoulder with his hungry mouth, then biting on sucking on the muscle that connected the bicep to the pectoral. The boy was thrashing under the assult. There would be a whole line of bite marks, bruises and hickeys along that section of neck and shoulder. Good. He wanted to be sure and mark this boy both inside and out as his. All the while his cock continued his brutal assault on the boys ass. "Fuck me, oh god your cock feels soo good, oh damn, please fuck me,,,, fuck me hard - damn I need you to fuck me so bad..." "Oh trust me..." the mad replied, "I am going to fuck you sooo bad." Once again they were lost in the strange vortex of time, once again they sliped backwards and forward while being suspended in time simultaneously. They were lost entirely in each others body, the rest of the universe ceased to exist until finally Yasser shouted out, "Oh fuck me...Fuck Me...FUCK ME!..... Please...PLEASE, .....FUCK MEEEE!!!!!" to which the man echoed back, "take it...Take It...TAKE IT......oh, YES......FUCKING TAKE IIITTT!!!!!" and they were both engulfed by an even deeper, more volcanic orgasm than before and Yasser's ass was flooded with the man's cum. It took about a half an hour before either of them resurfaced. Yasser was the first. He woke up with his head nestled in the crook of the man's arm. He took a deep slow inhale of the dark rich musky aroma of a sweaty man after sex. Even though the blond hair was sparse in the hollow of the man's armpit, the aroma clinging to the hair was powerful. It was the first time he had ever smelled it and despite how sore and tired he was, he felt his cock twitch with each deeply arousing intake of the intoxicating aroma. Slowly, but with increasing hunger, he started licking clean the mans armpit, then the mans neck, and then down to his chest. He loved the scent of sex, and now as he went down to the man's nipple, nursing on it like a new born babe, he was discovering that he loved the taste of post sex sweat even more than he liked the taste of cum. Yasser slowly moved down the man's torso to his cock, and cleaned it off, tasting that other new favorite flavor that he had tasted first on the man's tongue. Cum mixed with sweat, and ....what he realized now was the taste of his own ass. Both of their cocks were now rock hard again, but Yasser was in his own world. The man had been awake for some time, but was enjoying the ministrations of the boys talented exploring tongue too much to interrupt him. He finally was forced to admit, with the sharp intake of breath, that he was indeed awake when Yasser's hands cupped and lifted up his ass and he felt the boy's tongue slowly enter his ass. "So you are awake?" Yasser said lifting his head out of the mans smooth hairless crack when he heard the man gasp. "Mmmmm" replied the man with half closed eyes, "But don't let me stop you." And taking the man up on his invitation he dove back in and continued to tongue fuck the man's ass. Now it was the man who was beginning to pant as if he had just run a mile when Yasser finally lifted his head out from between the man's smooth cheeks. "As I recall, it is my turn to fuck you" "Mmmm, I think that was the arrangement" replied the man, and with that Yasser got up on his knees, lifted the mans legs up onto his shoulders and sunk the full length of his cock into the man's ass in one thrust to begin another fuck. And so they spent the whole night swapping loads. Fucking, napping, waking and fucking again. As the night wore on, the fucks became slower, lacking in the hard fast aggressive primal urgency of their first fucks, but still, even though both tired and half asleep, they were compelled by some inner compulsion to go on fucking each other. Finally, near daybreak, they had to admit that neither had the energy left, or any cum left in their balls for that matter, for another fuck. When they next awoke it was almost nine AM. Yasser had classes to get to and the man had to get ready for his last morning of meetings before flying off to the next city for another round of meetings. The man sent Yasser in to shower. They both reeked of cum, spit, and sweat and Yasser could not really ride the subway home, much less arrive back in the dorm smelling like that. While the boy was in the shower, the man called room service and ordered breakfast for himself. After the boy and showered and dressed, the man helped him on with his coat and gave him a farewell kiss. Although this had gone on far longer than any of his other hook ups, and the man was still showing no signs of guilt ot nervousness, Yasser knew enough not to ask for the man's name or phone number. Or to offer his. Neither of them had introduced themselves when Yasser had first arrived and at no point during the night had either asked the other for his name. Those were the rules. Yasser may be young, but he knew, that as intense as the night had been, this was just a hook up. Just a fuck. (OK, several fucks.) It was not the begining of a friendship, much less a grand romance. So, with one last quick kiss and a "Thanks, this was fun." he left. He smiled to himself as he walked down the hall to the elevator. He would certainly remember this night for a long time, long after those marks on his neck and shoulders he had noticed in the bathroom mirror were gone. (Well it would be nice to have a little something to remember the night by, even if only a short term souvenir like those hickeys.) But the man would still just be the "man from the Four Seasons", Just as he remembered the "man from the Millennium," the "man from the Hilton", the "man from the Marriott".... Damn he was tired, he just hoped he could stay awake on the subway going back to his dorm. As he was getting on he elevator a room service waiter was getting off. The cart had a basket of sweet rolls, a pot of coffee and an ice bucket with a small split of champagne in it. Hmm, he wondered, who was celebrating what, this early on a Wednesday morning? To be continued........