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Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

After years of reading and enjoying these stories with both hands, this is my first attempt at telling one of my own. Please don't be too hard on me I appreciate your comments though. Perhaps if you like this I will write more. Did you ever have one of those experiences that gets so deeply etched on your brain that you can’t forget it? I know I have, and it was almost like a scene from a movie; one in which the mists part and out steps this person… a person almost defying description. In my case though, the person came not from the mists, but from around a corner; a corner in a bathhouse in Center City Philadelphia. But my reaction was the same as if he had stepped from the mists. I saw him and my heart skipped a beat and I think I stopped breathing for a second. There I had stood, reclining back against the bathhouse wall, one foot propped back against it too, as I took in the sight of this giant of a guy that came lumbering down the hall towards me that night. My reaction was visceral, and instantaneous. I wanted him and everything he had to offer, and I wasn’t gonna be happy till I got all of it. It was late afternoon of New Year’s Day, about 1997. I had decided to go down into Center City as past experience had proven that this day was a great day for getting some action at the local baths. The big New Year’s Day parade was winding down by that time, no one was feeling any pain given all the alcohol that had been consumed on the streets just to try and stay warm, and for guys like us, the horniness level had been ratcheting upwards for hours. And so when that happened, there were only two things you could do. You could either trundle off to one of the gay bars in Center City in hopes that the combination of booze and flirting would land you a fuck, or you wandered over to the baths where for the more proactive types you knew there’d at least be some real shit goin on. And that’s what I did. When I got there I paid my entry and went inside. You could tell right away that the place was hopping as there was a definite vibe to the place. I quickly found my room, got undressed, wrapped my towel around my waist and went out cruising. I had barely been there a half hour when I found myself propped up against that wall as “he” came around that corner. My heart began to do somersaults in my chest. You guys know what it is I’m talking about. Yeah there were guys there that I’d play with, and I had sampled a few already, but I hadn’t really fully engaged with anyone yet as I was awaiting “the one.” And then there he was. I’m no little guy at 6ft, 225 pounds, easy enough on the eyes, and muscled enough where it counts, with a nice hairy chest and scruffy mug. I’ve got a nice fat cock that scares enough of the amateurs away, and challenges just enough of those that that think they can take it. And yet next to this guy, I felt small. He loomed tall at around 6’5”, broad shouldered; olive skinned with enough of a summer tan left yet to give him a healthy glow in January. He had dark hair but was completely bald on top, and the lower half of his face sported a dark, full goatee that just enhanced his sexiness. There was a slight demonic quality about his look that made me spring an almost instant boner; like a guy who knew how to be really, really bad, while being the best that he could be. I’m pretty much a top, but even my ass twitched at the sight of him. I knew right then that I was in for trouble. As he ambled down that bathhouse hallway it gave me ample time to check out what he had goin on. He was a beefy guy with a good 50 pounds on me. But on his frame it just made him look all the more daunting. His chest was covered with a thick pelt of dark fur and his meaty, well-worked nipples projected out from his solid beefy pecs. And underneath that towel that he had wrapped around his hick waist hid the makings of a weapon whose ultimate proportions I could only guess at. As he neared, we made eye contact. A definite glimmer of mutual recognition passed between the two of us… or at least enough so for me to know that the chase was on. Since it appeared that he had just gotten there, I figured he needed to do the perfunctory spin around the place too to check out the action. So I left him pass and then followed behind at a respectable distance as he went through all the floors and the basement of the place; far enough away to not appear stalkerish, but yet close enough to know if he suddenly decided he was ready for action. Eventually we ended we found ourselves back up on the floor where I first saw him and there he veered to the right, off the main hallway and into a bathroom with an adjoining shower room. To the left in this bathroom was another long room with a series of sinks and urinals lining its walls, and at the far end of that room, a cedar door with a small window that led to the club’s dry sauna. I followed him as he headed towards that door, peered through the window and then yanked open the heavy door with a muscled ease and entered the sauna. This was my cue to stop at a discrete spot and watch, but not engage further, mostly to see if he was just checking the room out and would quickly reemerge, or if he had chosen to plant himself in there. When he didn’t reappear after a minute or two, I knew it was the latter and I decided to make my move. The dry sauna was a somewhat lengthy, oblong room with an upper and lower tier of wooden bleachers that ringed three of the room’s four walls. As I looked in the sauna door’s window I saw that the stud had climbed up onto the upper tier of bleachers along the short end of the room directly opposite the door. There, as though perfectly picture framed by the window, sat this giant of a man, his towel spread open, his hairy legs spread wide, his head tilted back against the wall behind him with his eyes closed, and what I still think was one of the most beautiful cocks that I had ever seen hanging softly and pendulously between his spread legs, surrounded by a nest of thick, curly dark pubic hair and resting on top of two enormous balls in their fuzzy sack. And like Pavlov’s dog, I began to salivate as I reached for the handle of that dry sauna door. I stepped into the sauna where there were already three other guys seated on the upper and lower tiers on the right and the left. But against the far wall there was just my guy. I slowly walked over to where he was seated and took off my towel, laying it down to the right of him on the lower tier of seating, and then sat down. I was very close to his leg which rested on the bench right next to me. Just being that close to him was making me hornier. There I sat for a short while just looking at the tree-trunk-like-legs and big feet of this man-god in repose. But I wasn’t fooled by his closed eye routine; he knew I was there and he knew I was watching him. And he was watching me too through his half-lidded eyes… both of us just waiting for one or the other to make the first move. And so I did. I tentatively reached over and began stroking his hairy leg, slowly letting my hand glide higher and higher up his thigh until my fingers came in contact with the puckered flesh of his sweaty nutsack. As he shifted position ever so slightly I felt his massive testicles shift within their protective covering. I slowly rubbed my fingers over and around them. As I did, my fingers came in contact with his previously flaccid cock which by now had started to swell from the attention I was paying him. Apparently he was just as turned on as I was. As I wrapped my hand around his rapidly stiffening cock I realized that whatever I had anticipated his cock being like when underneath that towel, I had sorely underestimated the girthy giant that was then hardening in my hand. Between the heat of the dry sauna, his sweaty cock in my hand, and the musk of a thousand cocks and asses that permeated all the fixtures in that room, my senses had shifted into overdrive and I could barely control myself. I had reached that point that we all are all too familiar with, the point where the animal brain pushes logic and reasoning aside, and throws all caution to the wind, the point where primitive man emerges… with no goal other than to reach orgasm and spread your seed wantonly, anywhere that you can. My body was on sexual auto-pilot as it swiveled around on that bench and my head went straight for that stud’s crotch. Without even asking I sank his cock as deep into my throat as I could get it while I tugged on his nuts. His hands, firmly planted on the back of my sweaty head, were all the tacit approval I needed to know that I had carte-blanche to go town on his rock hard cock. And So I did. Up and down my mouth and head went, only stopping briefly when he leaned forward and shoved that little brown bottle under each nostril and ordered me to “Breathe” deeply. After that I went into overdrive choking on his fat cock, the combined precum and saliva just pouring out of my mouth and down over his cock and balls, pooling in his asscrack where his towel soaked up all the overflow. In a move that kind of shocked me, he raised his legs up and planted his feet on the upper bench where he was seated and swiveled his ass forwards. Then he grabbed my head, pulling it off his cock and shoving it down to his taint. He once again fed me the poppers and then pushed my head down the last little ways till my tongue came in full contact with his sweaty, furry ass. Between the heat and the poppers I was like a wild man as I dove into that hole with reckless abandon and chowed down on his ass as if I was starving. And fuck did that ass taste good. As I ate away at it he took the back of his one foot and ground it into the back of my head as he attempted to push my face even further up into his asscrack. I snaked my tongue as far into that studbutt as I could get, licking him out for all I was worth. Afraid that I was going to pass out from the heat and the lack of oxygen, I finally pulled my face away from his hole just so I could catch my breath. It was then that I realized that we had begun to attract an audience. It was the quiet murmuring that I heard first followed by the slapping sound of hands rapidly stroking hard, wet cocks while their owners watched our live sex show. As I looked over my shoulder I realized that those three guys had now grown to at least 10, with another 3 or 4 standing around the door to the sauna peering in. And like any good pig, that was all it took to make me wanna amp up the show even further. I quickly turned back around and dove back down on that hard cock, slurping on it for all I was worth. His hands went back to my head as they wrapped themselves around it and he began to pump his ass up off the bench driving his cock even further into my throat. After plowing away for a little bit I decided it was time to go for what I really desperately wanted from this giant stud of a guy and so I pulled off his cock and I quickly stood up. While I had been on my knees on that bench blowing him I had reached around and had started fingering my hungry, but rarely used, fuckhole, slipping a finger or two into my mouth where I could to get spit to work into my hole in order to loosen it up. Without giving him to time to react I quickly straddled his thighs, took his dripping spit and pre-cum-slicked cock and aimed it directly for spit-lubed ass, and I sat down on it with all my weight. He must have anticipated my moves because he was already ready with the poppers and pushed them right up to my nose and held them there forcing me to inhale them. And thank God that he did. That fat cock was just about splitting me in half as it barreled up my chute. But as I have learned over time, the more badly you want someone’s cock, the easier it seems to be to take it. In short order I was all the way down to the base with his pubes and balls nestled right in the crack of my ass. And fuck did it feel good. I just sat there for a few moments savoring the feeling of accomplishment I had gotten from getting what I wanted… from getting HIM. I looked into the face of this slightly demonic looking stud and his lips were curled up in an evil, dirty grin that told me I wasn’t very far off base in my assessment of him. We looked into each other’s eyes and knew that we were two of a kind and at that moment we gave each other the go ahead to just let loose and have fun. Unbeknownst to me at the time, I was already poz and later realized that I had been for a long time. I must have had a high viral load since this happened shortly before I was diagnosed. I put no condom on him before I climbed on board, nor did he request that we use one either once he was in me. But in those safe-sex only days I could hear the ripple of astonished comments going around the room behind me as guys were flabbergasted that we were fucking condomless, while others were saying “OMG, they are fucking bareback!” Honestly their prudish hectoring just served to turn the two of us on even more. I rode his cock for all I was worth, bouncing up and down on his fat piece of meat, and leaning forward enough very chance I got so that the entire room could see that raw cock sliding in and out of my unprotected hole. I loved that we were scandalizing those cunty little bitches with our raw fucking. But as scandalized as these hypocrites were by our unprotected sex, they didn’t get up and leave. In fact, by this time there wasn’t an empty seat in the room, and guys were crowded around the door that were trying to get in to watch the show, but couldn’t. As I thought the show was nearing its inevitable “climax,” without realizing it, my god-like top daddy had one more trick up his sleeve with which to end the show. After riding him for a good fifteen minutes he leaned forward and wrapped his huge arms tightly around me. And with that this giant of a guy stood up, with me completely impaled on his fat beast cock… and again, I’m no little guy… he spun us around and gently laid me down on the bench where he had just been sitting. His throbbing pole of a cock never left my ass the entire time. He then raised my legs up into the air, an ankle in each hand, and slowly started to pile drive his fat cock into my hungry ass, building in tempo and speed as he progressed. From this position I could now see the collective throng in the sauna and as he was plowing away into my once tight ass, I watched one after the other of them jacking off and shooting their loads while watching this mountain of a guy ravaging my raw hole with his fat unsheathed cock. I literally had to keep my hands off of my own cock or else I would have cum immediately. Instead I just kept snorting poppers and feeding them to him too, as we pushed each other higher and higher. Finally he pulled his dripping cock from my gaping ass, reached forward and like a gentleman gave me his hand, pulling me up and saying “come with me.” We got up off the bench, him never letting go of my hand as helped me down on my shaky legs, and then led me out through the collected throng of pervs who had been watching the show and whispering their disapproving comments while spraying their loads all over the floor. He led me back to his room where he then proceeded to passionately fuck me for another hour or more, gently and tenderly, and also hard and rough, till he bred my ass like a fucking firehose going off inside of me, while bellowing like a wounded elephant as he came. Needless to say, I think everybody in the place knew what had finally just happened.

I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."

I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

(a few years ago) I don't know what it is about my personality or my 'aura', but I've always attracted friends who had fucked up childhoods and/or substance abuse issues. It started in high school when two of my closest friends had a parent that committed suicide. College brought new friends who were molested as kids, were speed freaks or had been in jail. There's nothing tragic about me...I had a normal family and a normal life...except that I was gay. I buried it pretty deep inside, and tried not to even think about it. I considered myself to be pretty boring. I never did anything exciting, and maybe that's tragic in and of itself. I moved to a new city for a job that was something I really wanted to do, but it didn't pay all that great. I moved into an apartment complex that was in a somewhat 'iffy' part of town. It was two levels built into a box shape with a courtyard in the middle. It was cheap and not dirty. That's all I wanted. Wouldn't you know that I met a new misfit the day I moved in. He had the unit right next to mine, and introduced himself immediately. Andy. He looked fairly normal, but there was a touch of insanity in his eyes. I would have guessed he was in the military, judging by his solid build and extremely short haircut. He was around 6'3" and clean-shaven. Cute and around my age. I didn't have a "type", but I did think he'd be the kind of man I'd be interested in. He helped me move my stuff in. And I somehow knew he was crazy. "Just a word of warning: This side gets pretty bright sun in the morning. Keep your blinds closed if you want to sleep late." "Oh, okay. I usually get up early though." "Yeah. Me too. I do maintenance here. It's not great money, but I don't have to pay rent. If you ever lock yourself out or your toilet clogs, don't go to the manager -- just come by or call me. Got your phone on you? I'll give you my number." So I guess he wasn't in the military then. I settled in and arranged what little furniture I had. It wasn't even 24 hours later that my refrigerator stopped running. Ugh. At least there were only some diet Cokes in there. I called Andy and he came over in twenty minutes. He was in shorts and sandals ---- not what I'd think a maintenance worker would wear on the job. "Well, it must be minor because most of the fridges around here are new. It might be your outlet. Give me a few minutes to look." He moved the fridge out from the wall and went looking in the back. I never knew what to do while a repairman was in your home. Do you stand there or leave them alone to do their job? I decided to go watch TV. "Shout if you need anything." As soon as I said that, he said "Done. It's fixed." "You're kidding." "Nope. The plug had just slipped out of the wall socket. It happens sometimes if the power's been off for awhile and suddenly starts back up." I felt stupid. I should have checked that on my own. "Well, sorry for making you come over for an unplugged refrigerator." "No problem, my friend. You got me away from painting and I needed a break. Mind if I hang out here for a little?" "Not at all? Want a Coke?" "Got any beer?" I didn't, so he invited me over to his place next door. He didn't have much more furniture than I did, but it was nice. Great TV and stereo. I sat on the couch and he brought me a beer. I normally never drink at all, but it seemed like there was no way I could say 'no'. "Your TV is huge, Andy. Is it HD?" "Of course. Why? Did you want to watch something? I thought we could just talk." "Oh yeah. Sure." I swallowed more beer. It was way better than the last time I tried it in school. He settled down next to me and kicked off his sandals. "So you're gay, right?" What? I'd only met him twice and had fewer than ten sentences to him. How did he know? "Well...." "Sorry. That was rude. I just kind of see things, you know?" "Like what?" "The very first time I saw you, you were bursting with secrets. You've got those eyes that say there's more there." "Okay. And, yeah. I'm gay. I've just never told anyone." "I understand. I'm gay too. I also have HIV...ever since I was sixteen." "You look healthy to me." "I'm on some good meds now. AIDS is practically curable at this point." "Oh. Good. Are there side effects?" "Some. Nothing like there used to be with the old drugs. I'm a slut. Never had a boyfriend -- just hook-ups. There's, like, five gay bars and a bath house within ten blocks of us. I'll show you around. We can go tonight if you want. It's Saturday." "Ummm...I don't think..." "You've never done anything with a guy, have you?" "No. Not ever." I didn't look at him as I talked. "I guess I always thought it would go away. I come from a very conservative area." "Ugh. That term 'conservative'. It just means 'we all agree to hate the same people'." "You're exactly right. Wow." "It's no problem, dude. Probably too early to just bring you to the gay scene on a weekend. How about if I just introduce you to a few friends of mine --- ease you into this." "Sure. Thanks." "Cool. Well, I gotta get back to painting door frames. Call me anytime." He put his flip-flops on and showed me out. I spent the next few hours alone in my apartment, thinking. This gayness wouldn't go away. It was who I was and I needed to stop hating it. "I give up! You win!"I said to an empty living room. And I quit fighting. Andy called at 10 the next morning. "Let's go get breakfast. I know you don't have any food over there. I know a good lace and my friend Zach will be there." "Sure. Give me ten minutes. and I'll come over." Panic. How do you dress for breakfast with two gay guys? I wore some of nicest 'casual' clothes and even put on a little cologne at the last second. Then I went next door. "Good morning! Wow. You look nice...I could eat you up with a spoon. And you smell good too. Mmm." He nuzzled my neck and smelled. He was wearing more or less what he was wearing yesterday. His pickup was one of those tall ones that you had to climb in. "So how do you know Zach?" "He's one of my friends. He's HIV+ as well, but you don't know that yet. Sometimes he talks about it nonstop and sometimes he doesn't. He's always changing moods. He might be dressed better than you or worse than me." "I'll be cool." The funky little diner was full of the brunch crowd. Andy looked around and spotted his buddy. Zach was probably in his late 30's and had thinning blonde hair. He had a friendly face as he stood and greeted us. "Who's this, Andy?" "My new neighbor. Tommy. He just moved to town and I'm showing him around." "Well, he has to come to the beer bust with us. Hello, young man. Sit, sit." I shook his hand and felt him mentally read me. Andy and I sat across from him and I just studied the menu. "Probably not going to the beer bust, Zach. Tommy has never been out....anywhere. I don't think unlimited beer in a room full of horny dudes is the right environment to bring him to." I was intrigued. "No. It's fine. I'll go. When does it start?" Andy pushed his knee into mine as some sort of silent signal. "Oh, honey. It's already started. It goes on all day. Our whole group is already there. Eat a big meal to prepare your stomach for this." I suddenly realized I hadn't eaten a decent meal in two days. Just snacks and diet Coke. The food wasn't great, but it was filling. Andy aid the bill and told Zach that we'd be there in an hour. Out in the hot noon air, I suddenly felt so full and so sleepy. "Thanks for breakfast, Andy. Next time it's on me." "We don't have to go to this. We can just watch TV and snooze a little. When do you start your new job?" "Not until Thursday. I just need some coffee or a Red Bull first." "Okay. As you wish. I got something better than coffee, though. Take this." He gave me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking too much. I trusted this guy. By the time we got back to the apartment complex, I was feeling nervous and maybe a little hyper. "I just need to pee and then we can go." I felt like my hair was trying to crawl off of my head. Weird. I went to my apartment and got ready while Andy waited outside. "Last warning. You don't have to do this." "Let's go." "Okay. It's ten dollars at the door and they give you a wristband. Then you can drink all the beer you can as long as you can. I'll stick close to you. My friends are cool. You're safe with us around you." We got to a huge bar called "South Paw". It didn't look much different on the outside than any other tavern I'd ever seen. This would be fine. Andy payed our way in and I wore the flimsy little band on my right wrist. The sights and sounds were so intense. I felt Andy grab my hand. His instinct for what I was feeling was starting to amaze me. He led me out a door in the back where there was a patio. "My little group of pals is mostly made up of smokers. You can only smoke on the patio. There they are." His group was composed of different sizes and ages of men, but they all had the same type of military haircut as Andy. Was this a thing now? Was it fashionable all the sudden? I wondered if they were secretly skinheads -- except one two of them were of mixed race. Andy introduced them all. Mark, Rick, Tony, etc. I was bad at remembering names even in the best of circumstances. "Hi. Nice to meet you." One of them grinned broadly. "Andy, is he a new member of our club?" "NO. This is Tom, and he's new to town. Be nice and don't scare him." "You can call me Tommy," I added. "Yeah. Tommy suits you better -- you look like a kid. Want a cigarette, Tommy?" Suddenly I did. I'd never liked the smell of smoke before, but it seemed like a good way to bond with the group. "Thanks." Andy kept me close as we sat down and joined the party. "Jesus, Andy...go get the kid a beer already." He obeyed because obviously this guy was "the leader" I guess. Once I was alone with this group, I decided to ask about the haircuts. I was just so curious. One guy who hadn't spoken yet answered with "It's part of being in the club. It's a rule we all follow...except for Zach." "I don't have much hair left, asshole. I already explained that I'm not shaving what little I have. Besides, I have tenure. I'm above 400,000 now." The others nodded and started trading numbers. 300k, 250k, etc. I figured out they were talking about HIV. They all had it. I thought that the new drugs lowered the viral amounts to almost zero. Guess I needed to read more. Andy came back and handed me a plastic cup of beer. "What have you been telling him?" "He asked about the haircuts." "Oh," Andy looked a tad bit worried. "It's our thing. Easy to recognize each other in a crowd." "I get it. Thanks for the beer. It's not very cold, though." "That's why it's so cheap, boy. Don't worry. You won't notice after we do some shots," Zach assured. "Shots? Like a shot of something, like drugs?" I felt stupid as they all laughed. "No. Whiskey. Mark is a diabetic and they him bring a bag in with his needles and shit. He always packs a fifth of JD in there. Shots here are four bucks a piece." The big, mixed-race guy pulled out his bottle and we all took discreet sips. Andy put his hand on my leg and whispered in my ear. "You can just pretend to drink it if you want." But I liked the foul, burning taste...it went well with the smoke I was inhaling. And I was relaxing a bit. I didn't even care that I was surrounded by poz guys... who seemed to take pride in their virus. Andy took medication so he couldn't be like that. Right? "Is there a cigarette machine here?" I wanted another one. "Yeah, but it's always out of order. Here." Zach handed me one and lit it for me. The light changed and it got later. Andy seemed to want me to leave with him and go someplace else, but I was happy here. We stayed and drank more beer and shots. By the time it was almost dusk, the place got crowded and the music got louder. I needed to pee. Andy escorted me to the restroom and stood by the door while I went. So many men! I hadn't even taken time to check them out. Wasn't this what it was about? They all looked fuck-able to me. Dicks and beards and tight jeans and big boots. When I finished, I walked out and got mashed by the crowd. Somebody grabbed my ass. I couldn't find Andy as I was moved out towards the dance floor. Where was the patio? I was lost. I got pushed up against the wall by Mark the diabetic smuggler. He towered over me and leaned in close. "You lost, Tommy?" "Sort of. I'm trying to find Andy." "Why? You think he's trying to find YOU??. You in love with him or something? Andy doesn't have boyfriends." "I know. But he's my ride home." "I'll give you a ride, little boy. Feel this." He rubbed his hard crotch against my stomach. "Touch it if you want. It's the biggest one here...big enough to make you a club member for life." As rude as this all was, I kind of wanted to touch him down there. I felt my own dick get hard. I reached toward the fly of his pants just as Andy appeared. "Back the fuck off, Mark. Tom and I are leaving now." He grabbed my hand and was leading me away. "How 'bout a little respect, dude. Remember I'm the only guy with the syringes." "Ignore him. Let's go." Once we were back out on the street, Andy seemed to be angry. With Mark? With me? "What's wrong?" "I should not have brought you here. You aren't ready and I thought my friends would be nicer. I need a smoke." "You?" "Yeah. I smoke, Tommy. I just didn't want to do it in front of you for some reason. I wanted you to think more of me." "Why? You saw me smoke." "You don't know what you're doing. This was too fast. Let's share a smoke and go home." We sat on the curb and shared a cig from the pack he'd had with him the whole time. I suddenly didn't want one anymore. We drove home in mostly silence when Andy finally asked, "What he do to you? What did he say?" "He rubbed his groin on me and said he could get me into your club. He also said not to fall in love with you because you don't have boyfriends. What's the deal with your club, Andy?"' "I'll fill you in later. That dumb fuck. I hate him, but he's sometimes a good guy. Sometimes." We got back to the apartment complex, and I wanted to invite Andy in, but he was still mad and distracted. I just went to bed with an upset stomach. I slept like a rock and didn't wake u until that morning sun snaked it's way around the blinds. My mouth tasted horrible. I was in the middle of my shower when Andy knocked at my door. I was still wet and wearing only a towel around my waist when I answered. "Oops. Sorry. I should have called first. I brought McDonald's breakfast since we never had dinner last night. Get dressed and I'll set everything up." I came back it in a t-shirt and shorts. Andy had already taken his flip-flops off and was setting paper plates of fast food breakfast on my little coffee table. I let him ick out something to watch since I didn't even know the channels in this area. We settled on some 70's movie about spies or something. "Thanks for this." "No problem. Mark called me last night. He wanted to apologize to both of us. It's all cool now." "Tell me about your club, Andy. Not later. NOW." He wiped his mouth, leaned back and closed his eyes. "This is too much information, buddy. But I guess I'll have to tell you eventually." "I'm not all that shock-able. I've heard everything." "Okay. Just...just don't avoid me after I tell you. I like you and we're neighbors. Promise? Promise you'll still like me?" "Yes." "Well...you probably already know we're all HIV+. And we all know each other from all the fucking we've done around town. We all started taking meds about the same time. And then we quit medicating." "What? Why?" "I don't know if I can explain it exactly. It all got too safe and too boring. We were all sitting around Zach's place one night and decided that, together, we could develop a mutant strain of HIV that couldn't be controlled by a drug company. It started as a fantasy. Then we got serious about it. It was exciting. We all flushed our pills at the same time. We fucked each other and others with no hesitation." "Wow, Andy. I don't want you to be sick." "I know you don't. But I haven't told you the worst. Mark let's us use his syringes to draw our blood and inject each other. He sometimes does it to strangers, but I swear to you that I haven't. And over the past year, we started competing. Everybody wants the highest viral count. Mine is now just a hair over 300,000. Zach's is the highest...he's almost full-blown. Mark is u there too. Tell me what you're thinking, Tommy." "I...uh...I want you to stop this. I like you and I want to be your boyfriend, but not if you're hell-bent on destroying yourself. There you go." "I've never seen your face without all the secrets hiding it. Can I kiss you?" We kissed and I felt electricity in every atom in my body. We made out on the couch and it almost felt like it would go further, but it didn't. Andy left with a big boner in his shorts and said he'd see me later. The next afternoon Mike came by. "Break time! Come out and have a smoke with me. It's so nice outside." We went and sat on the steps.He smoked, but I didn't. "What are you doing today, Andy?" "Trimming bushes. It's messy, but not that hard. Want to come down and keep me company?" Of course I did. He was cutting and trimming while I just sat om the grass and watched. I knew that I loved him. It was a fact. "Hey -- I thought maintenance guys always wore work boots. Why are you in sandals?" "They make those boots in my size...14, but they don't make 'em wide enough. I inherited my dad's wide, flat feet." "Oh. Sorry if I ask too many questions." "No. Ask anything." "Were you molested as a kid?" I already knew the answer. "Oh, yeah. Brothers, uncles, neighbor kids. I got taller and bigger and decided to do some molesting of my own. I was a bad seed. Why did you ask that?" "I've known a lot of people who went through bad shit. I had a collection of damaged friends." "They were drawn to you, Tommy. You're stable. Or maybe they saw those invisible walls you had been building and wanted to hide behind them too. With you." Yep. I loved him. "What are your goals?" "Seriously? You haven't started your job yet and already you're asking corporate questions. My goals are always changing. At the moment, I just want to be happy. What about you?" "I want to have a better life than I ever imagined. I don't mean being rich in a mansion. I just want to be satisfied." "Well put. 'Satisfied' is a good goal. I have to mow now. Can I drop by after I'm done?" "Sure. Watch your toes." He laughed and left me alone. I watched him walk toward the shed. He was beautiful. His butt and legs and strong back. I sat in my apartment and tried to memorize the TV channels. I ended up on one of the public access stations and watched one of those high school quiz shows. I was on a quiz bowl team back in the day, but was never on TV. I sat and was absorbed for a good hour when my Andy came by. "Done already?" "Yeah. There's not much grass here. What the hell are you watching? Game shows? Come over and have a beer with me. You're gonna be a working boy soon -- we need to party now." His apartment smelled like him and I felt my dick rise. He instantly took off his sandals and his t-shirt. "It's getting warmer out there now. I can turn on the AC if you want." "I'm fine, but turn it on if you need it." He handed me a cold can of beer and we settled on the couch. "Nah. I'm good now. How 'bout if I play some music. Ever heard of Matthew Sweet? He's a goddamn genius. There's a few songs I want you to hear." "Cool." He fiddled around with his stereo, and then the great music started. It was rock, but not harsh or heavy. This Matthew guy had a decent voice and sounded like his heart was breaking. I picked out a few lyrics... "Don't you need somebody to love?" "I want to be your boyfriend." It was just so dreamy. I forgot about his club and his disease. He put his arm around me, and I could smell his new sweat and cut grass. This time I kissed him first...and let my hands wander around his bare chest. His nipples were hard and sharp and perfect. I knew some things. I knew I wanted to have sex with him...and I knew I wanted him to give me his raw dick. He'd always been able to read my mind --- maybe he could now. "Andy...I..." "Shh. I know. Let's go to my bed. I should probably take a shower first." "Not now. Please?" "As you wish, Tommy." We both got entirely naked and wrestled around on top of his comforter. It was heaven. There was so much I wanted to do with him and so much I wanted him to do with me, but I was too afraid to make the first move. I think he knew that. How could he read my mind so easily? He got over me and positioned his big dick right over my face. I wasted no time. I took as much as I could..and a little more. He liked it. He did some push-ups on my face. A poz cock was going in and out of my mouth, but it belonged to a man I loved. "OK. I need you to know that I love having my ass licked. I like it almost as much as I like fucking. Can you do it for me, please?" "Sit down." He plopped his butt on top of my face and sat down hard. I wasn't sure how to go from here. I just stuck my tongue in his hole. Everything was new. I must have done a good job because he moaned and started sliding u and down my face with the heels of his feet dug into the side of my head. Funny how his asshole tasted like mowed grass too. I just wanted to please him. My Andy. He was starting to sweat more. "You've done it now, neighbor. I'm going to have to fuck you." He was reading my mind again. I could breathe again. "Yes. I want this." He was working his dick furiously. "I'll try to make it quick. You're not ready for a long session. Just hold on as best you can." I was talking to him with my mind. Yes, I want you. I want your cum and all the things in it. He lifted my legs up and rested my ankles on his shoulders. It was happening. He pressed that fat head against my ass. I was ready. He got in and I yelled. Loud. It felt like he was breaking me. He put a wide hand over my mouth. It smelled like grass too. He didn't stop, just kept going in harder and deeper. I can't say it felt good, physically. But my mind loved it. He was becoming a part of me now. He knew what I was thinking and quickened his pace. And came. In me. Naked as the day he was born. I held him so tight. So tight. His dirty sperm was now tainting my system. It would be OK. I spent the night in his bed. Cum and blood were everywhere. It was fine. I had unworried dreams. I guess I was in the club now. Now we're a couple. Dating and calling ourselves 'boyfriends'. We are bonded so tightly. I tried to get him to teach me his mind-reading abilities, but he claims it only works on me. I tested HIV+ a few months later. I went on meds and so did Andy. I have no idea what happened to the club. I guess we got each other banned from that group. Gay marriage is legal now and I wanted to propose to him, but of course he beat me to the punch. I'm wearing the ring now as I type this.

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

This is a true story. I am a 21 twink bottom. I have brown hair, and a smooth thin body. Until last April had never been fucked bareback. I have been fucked by a lot of dudes in my life, but always safe, as far as I know. The night I got barebacked started like a lot of nights for me: I was on Grindr, searching for a top with whom I could hookup. Then I found what I was looking for: a muscle top, in his mid-40. He was beautiful, very nice and very charming. We chatted a bit, he told me he wanted to take me raw. I told him I only played safe. It seemed not to be an issue for him as he said he would fuck me using a condom. I showered, I douched, made myself and my ass perfect, and then went to his place. Once at his place, he welcomed me, and I asked to use the bathroom. I peed, and left the bathroom. Then I saw him, completely naked, laying on the bed. I lay next to him, and tried to kiss him, but he clearly wasn't interested as he guided my head down to his cock, naturally expecting me to suck him. Damn, his dick was so good. It made me so horny. After a while, he made me stop, and positioned me on my back. He climbed behind me, lifted my legs a bit, wrapping them around his waist, as he leaned over to kiss me as his cock head slid about my ass crack, torturing my ass for five minutes or so. I was beyond horny, and let him know saying "I can't take it, I need your dick in my ass." Then he took some poppers and gave them to me. I took a deep hit and got hornier. He knew after a bit hit I wouldn't be able to resist his dick. Positioning his cock against my hole, he dribbles some lube into my hole, as he pressed forward. His dick entered so easily, I was in paradise. However, being a safe sex guy, I automatically blurted out "You should put a condom. Now." "Don't worry, I will, I'm just opening your hole. I'll put on a condom before we get into serious fucking." I guess I was easily convinced as, when his dick had reached balls deep, and after he had administered some additional poppers, he started to fuck me raw and I couldn't object. It was by far the best fuck I ever experienced - the sensation of his skin in my ass made me feel so close with him. I managed to ask him not to cum inside my hole, and he agreed, even as he continued fucking me. Few minutes later, as he was fucking me, he asked "I am going to cum soon, do you want me to cum on your chest?" I was so horny, this fuck blow minded me. I wanted his cum inside my hole, so I responded "No, please, keep fucking me. Cum in my hole. I want your cum in my ass." Then, for the first time ever, I felt a raw dick cumming in my ass. It felt amazing. He wasn't a romantic, however. Climbing off, he stepped into the shower without saying a word, leaving me on the bed, my ass filled with cum. I stayed there for a minute, then put my clothes on, and left before his shower was over. I haven't tried bareback again since that day.

Doubt means don't. "Sorry, I won't be able to make it, but I wanna hear all about it on Monday."

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

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

1993 First thing to know about me is that I've never been anywhere or done anything. I grew up in a very isolated area, though the college I went to was in a somewhat urban place, I never ventured out much. I was also a paranoid driver: traffic scared me and I also had no real sense of direction, consequently I often found myself lost. I had to adjust quickly because I relocated to a big city after graduation. I had not yet found a job, but hoped to get hired by a local company. It was summer and I had nothing to do all day (or night). Ever since that last year of college, my sleep patterns were so screwed up that I didn't ever feel truly awake until after sunset. I watched a lot of TV and then I'd go driving around after 2 or 3 AM, which helped me in acquainting myself with the city in finding gas stations and grocery stores. That hour of the night was traffic-free, which meant I could study the street names and businesses, so over the days I built a small map of the city in my head. Around 3 or 4 in the morning, the city became a different place. Different people were starting their day...pushing metal racks of bread or fixing hydrants. And hookers and hustlers were out looking to make a buck. I didn't know much, but I knew that a half-dressed male or female just standing downtown were selling their bodies. I especially noticed the males, especially because it was hot, even at night, and not surprisingly most of the male hustlers were shirtless and in shorts. In addition, several of them were quite muscular. One guy really caught my eye. He was loitering around in front of what I assumed was an adult bookstore. His dark curly hair hung down to his shoulders....and his torso was fantastic, giving the impression he was advertising for some muscle supplement. Standing there in his tiny jean shorts, t-shirt rucked in his back pocket - well, I wanted him, but I found myself wondering what was a "customer" supposed to do? Did I park and walk to him..or honk? I had no idea. I just went home and thought about the night. In college, I had a gay friend. We spotted each other the very first day we moved into the dorm. No, we never hooked up -- we were not matches for each other. I was quiet and guarded while he was flamboyant and obvious. Tony. He was my source of gay sex information. H e went out with men and had anonymous sex in the park. I always wanted to put on extra clothes when he told me his adventures. We stayed friends because he liked weird foreign movies and obscure books. We were very different, but there was a bond between us. After graduation, I moved away while he stayed to shack up with some grad student he'd met. I phoned him regularly, and couldn't wait to ask him about male hookers. "Well, yeah. You're in the big city now. Don't get too fascinated with hustlers, Mike. You're too new to everything ... you're like a pre-teen now. I won't have you get mixed up with that world." "Why not?" "Ugghhh. You're infuriating! Why are you so curious? Is there a really hot guy working the streets that you want?" "No. Well, yeah. He's really gorgeous...and is in shape. Looks healthy to me." "You're smart enough to know that HIV is really good at hide and seek. I honestly want to strangle you right now. He might look like a GQ model, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. OK. I can tell you want to explore this. Just leave your wallet at home, don't take anything he offers you...like pills or a drink or anything smoke-able. And don't kiss him!" "What? Why can't I kiss him?" "Because there's a good chance he'll already have cum in his mouth! Along with every oral STD known to modern medicine." "Oh." "And they smell bad. Hell, this hot guy you are mesmerized by most likely has a drug habit and couldn't get a hard-on anyway." "But --- But how do you do the whole thing? Do you walk up to them or drive by or honk?" "Nope. Not telling you anything else. If you are dumb enough to try this, then I want no part in helping you." "Okay, okay. How's Arthur?" "Him? I've moved on. He sleeps with socks on and is losing his hair. I work at that vintage record store we always went to. The manager and I are dating now." "As long as you're happy, Tony." "Don't suddenly play nice, little boy. I'm very mad at you right now." "I know. I know. I'll call you later." "Whatever." (click) Dang. I'd always thought of Tony as frivolous and carefree when it came to sex, but he really seemed concerned that I stay safe. But he'd already felt and tasted dicks while I never had. I was a goddamn 22 year old virgin who was getting desperate. I at least wanted to try this. I at least wanted to stop being so alone. It was a Thursday night in early August, but not late enough yet. I wouldn't dare go out before 1 AM. How did you dress before picking up a sex worker? I decided on a pair of blue shorts and a Go-Go's concert T-shirt. Cologne? Maybe just a little. I had so much time to kill. I had a beer, but wondered if I should save this sixer in case I brought my hustler home. Nah. That wouldn't happen. I drank and watched some old VHS tapes. I could always get lost in a movie no matter what else was going on in the world. "Grease" was what I decided to put in. It's long and I love the songs. It was 1:45 before I realized. I'd consumed half the beers already. I guess it was now or never. Ever been so excited that one of your legs shakes uncontrollably? It used to happen to me before tests or when I was in trouble for something. I thought of Tony and felt guilty. But I drove to the sex street with the radio on at a low volume. Of course HE was there. Of course. I prayed he would be while also maybe hoping he wouldn't. He was at the usual spot near the xxx bookstore. Well, hell, I could just go in there and be a regular customer --- looking for titty magazines. If I happened to make eye contact with him, then so be it. Perfect. I parked n the street and waited for my leg to settle down. Then I was five feet away from this man. He was looking out toward the street, but glanced my way and smiled. He wasn't as cute close-up as I'd imagined. His bulge was still pretty big, though. "Looking for a date?" "Me? I...uh...I don't know. Just going to do some shopping. For now." "Enjoy. I'm Rick, by the way." He walked u and shook my hand. His teeth were kind of messed up and the skin on his hand was rough and crusty. He also wasn't wearing any shoes. He'd taken off his flip-flops and was just standing on the dirty sidewalk in his bare feet. Weird. He also had sores or scabs or something on his legs. I looked him over...and I guess I showed my cards. He knew what I was and what I wanted. "I'm Mike. Have a good evening," he smirked. Once inside, I was too overwhelmed with the bright light and weirdness that I barely remembered to kick myself for not talking to him more. The store was insane. Many, many rubber dongs in plastic wrap. And machines and devices I couldn't imagine how to use...or which gender used them. The magazine selection was massive, as was the movie selection. There were saloon doors leading to another room, where I guess the little video booths were. Not ready for that. It was all too much. I felt like I had to buy something. Toward the front there were packs of condoms. I purchased one of those with one of the twenties I'd put in my front pocket. The heavily-pierced cashier threw in a few free lube samples. Okay. I could go home and beat off with this stuff. It never would have occurred to me that 'Rick' would still be there. "Done already? Not a fan of the arcade, huh?" Arcade? Like video games? No. I figured out he meant the videos you payed a quarter to see. I already knew what those were. "No. Not my style." "Yeah. I guess you aren't. B ut you're definitely a Night Owl. I know I've seen your car around this time of night for a few weeks." "Oh...yeah.. I don't sleep much lately." "I got something that will give you sweet dreams." Shit! I couldn't just cut and run now. "I'd pay good money for sweet dreams. How much would the dreams cost?" "Not much. Twenty? You got a twenty?" "I do." "Excellent. It's a Thursday Special -- tonight only. There's a vacant lot right behind this building. Park right up here along eighth street and meet me there. There's some construction stuff right under a streetlight. I'll be waiting." I didn't know the exact time because I didn't have a watch on. It's a nice watch I got it as a graduation present...and I left it at home. I did however bring my wallet. Once I got in the car, though, I shoved it in the glove compartment. I was nervous down to my bone marrow and wished I'd had at least one more beer before leaving. I controlled myself enough to pull my car out and drive to where I was told. It got very yuppie and residential along this street. There was indeed a vacant lot behind the adult store but it was dark. I think they were going to build something here, but for now it was nothing but rubble and dirt and machinery. I saw the streetlight, but it seemed defenseless in this muggy night sky. Voices. Laughter. Oh shit. Was I being set up? I held back a little, waited. I peeked over a giant hunk of concrete and saw seven or eight guys standing in the light. And something else was going on. There was something happening that I couldn't see. I moved closer and hid behind the wheel of a dozer or tractor or something. It was a gang bang! I knew that term from Tony, who had taken part in one. Voluntarily. Was this what was happening?? Really?? I dared to get closer. I saw a gang of guys watching another bare-assed guy fucking Rick. They all just stood and drank from bottles and watched. WATCHED! I guess the guy was done because he got up and pulled his shorts back on. One of the others got down and started in on Rick's ass. He barely took his pants down...just started pumping fast and furious. Glad I didn't get here earlier... I could be raped as well. The second either came or just got off the hustler because one of the others wanted his turn. I should just leave now, call Tony tomorrow and tell him I was an idiot. OK. I got up to leave and felt a huge, heavy hand on my shoulder. Trapped. "Don't leave just yet, little friend. Rick promised us a second course. He does this for us every other night." He pulled me up out of my hiding spot and I was led toward the action. The ghastly action. I must have been in shock, because I felt like it was all going to be okay. This would all go away. "Yo! Lookie here! It's the guy who fell for Rick's shit! He seems like a virgin to me...which means I go first," It was going to be okay. I would get out of this just fine. I was shoved forward into the light. I saw the group of dudes standing in a half-circle. They were brown, white, black ... and all big and menacing. Rick must have known he was done because he got up fast and took off. Asshole. I had this to deal with now. By myself. I thought about trying to talk my way out of the situation, but no words came. The guy who captured me in the rubble turned me around to face him. He was impossibly broad and tall, with a stubbly face and a backwards baseball hat on his head. "You're a child. Damn. You ever sucked a dick? I can initiate you right now. Bite me, and the ambulance will have to pick you up. Understood?" He unzipped his jeans and produced a giant stiff dick. Right in my face. OK. This will all be fine. I kissed and licked the slimy head a little. The asphalt was tearing my bare knees to shreds. Funny that I liked it. He held the back of my head and plunged his tool deeper down my throat. Tony had told me about doing this. He said he always gagged, but I didn't. He just kept going. I couldn't breathe, but this was so much more vital than oxygen. Dick. I'd needed this too long. I would have been satisfied if everything ended this second, but no. He pushed me down on my back and stripped my shorts off. He fell on top of me and had every intention of raping my butt hole. His cock head was so slick with my spit that he was able to get inside of me a little. It was going to be okay. Wrong! It hurt like someone shoved hot metal up my guts. I started to scream, but a tennis shoe stepped on my mouth. It wasn't going to be okay. I endured the awful hurt as a dirty shoe sole was on my mouth and this big dude was thrusting his big dick deeper and deeper inside me. I had no fight left. He busted a load in me and stayed still. "There you go. You got my dose. Now you get Aneet's. His shoe was just on your face. You like that, baby boy?" "Hold on...no...let me..let me just...." Too late. A vaguely Middle Eastern man was covering me with his body. "You like the taste of my foot? Give me your number after this is all over and you can lick my shoes anytime you want. Get ready. I'm the biggest guy here." He was huge, but he was a little more gentle than the first guy. My ass was numb. I barely felt pain except when he got very deep and hit a place where there was no more room. But he kept going. I'm going to die now. But he pushed in further somehow. He gasped...maybe as surprised as I was that a dick could go so far in. He squinted his eyes tight and then opened them wide again. "Fuck! Give me your number no matter what!" Then I took on the rest of them. Big black guys and grungy white trash...one after the other. I was so full of sperm. I could feel it dribbling out of me. I should just die now. Maybe one of them had a gun and could just kill me. If only. The party seemed to be breaking up. Everybody was heading out. Aneet helped me up and found my clothes. He walked me to my car. "Are you okay to drive? Do you need a hospital? I can take you. I'm a little drunk, but I can drive." "No. I just need to rest now." I felt like I was in a dream and none of this had really happened. Aneet tucked a piece of paper into my glove compartment. His phone number. I thought I would probably die in a car crash on my way home. But I didn't. I got home and showered for thirty minutes. Bed. I slept as the poison cum from the gang soaked in. Nightmares all night. I tested HIV+ four months later. Of course. I wanted to call Tony, but I knew he'd be outraged. I called Aneet instead.

I had just been diagnosed HIV poz and learned my viral load was excessive. Anyone taking an unprotected load was sure to be converted. I was 51 and had a few younger lads with whom I regularly played, lads who were into Daddies. One of the lads was a a fairly shy somewhat nerdy dark haired slight lad who went by the nickname of 'Tiger'. At least that's the nickname he shared with me. We had been playing games for about a year or so, and had always barebacked. He was good at triggering my buttons and, as a consequence, he always went home with more than one load inserted deep in his guts. I hadn't told him yet about the issue about status as I had gotten the results only a couple of days before our next session. Thinking it over, I decided it was best to give Tiger the news face-to-face. I also picked-up some condoms - just in case he still wanted to get fucked. When he walked in the door I gave him a hug, explaining we needed to chat. With that I got the two of us a drink, led him into my bedroom, and taking him into my arms I began saying "Well Tiger, things are gonna be a bit different today and for a while. 'Cause I just leaned I'm HIV poz. It's okay," I added, continuing "I'm fine, I don't need counselling or hugs. To be honest, I'm somewhat surprised I went this long before seroconverting." Tiger made to comment, but I cut him off saying "Anyway, Tiger, here are some condoms. That's the change in the way we go at it, at least for now. My viral load is quite high, so we must take precautions to stay safe, especially because you're so much younger than me." When I paused in my announcement Tiger responded "Look, I barebacked you for a year. I'm not gonna stop now just because of this." "No, Tiger, come on, this is serious business. I don't wanna be responsible for having converted you. Be sensible." Giving me a snog, and tweaking my nipples, he easily got my cock hard and eager to play. I tried to get control of the situation by saying "Hey now, we've gotta agree: no bareback play." "Fuck off," he responded, adding "I decide whether or not I bareback, not you. It isn't your decision. If I wanna side down this diseased a toxic pole - well, that's my choice." "That's not fair to me, Tiger. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I had converted you. Again he snogged me, stuffing his tongue into my mouth and giving my nipples a twist. That is the most expedient way of getting (and keeping) me rock hard and burning with lust. Grabbing my cock, he spat in his hand, lubbed my cock and his ass, and, straddling my cock with his brown eye, he pushed his bum onto my unprotected toxic pole, admonishing "Remember, it's my choice and I want to climb on board for a hot fuck. I want to to ride you - and deep." Before I could react to his declaration he had slid all the way down my poke, and even if I was inclined to protest I could see the determination, lust, passion and sleaze which had combined in his decision. Admittedly my resistance was melting fast as I also found myself overcome with lust, particularly when I experienced the animalistic ferocity with which he slammed his ass down on my cock, his perverted tunnel enveloping my entire cock. Grabbing nearby poppers, Tiger huffed deeply, and then thrust the bottle under my nostril. "Okay, okay," I replied, "but promise to get off my cock before I cum, please," I grunted. Staring at my face intensely, Tiger answered "Okay, I'll try." Inwardly I sighed, thinking perhaps he would come to his senses. But I didn't have much time to dwell on what was, ultimately, Tiger's decision as just then he doubled, if not tripled the energy he was expending in riding my cock, shouting as he did so "You sleazy slut!" adding all manner of obscenities with each furious downward thrust. Nor did he neglect my tits in roughing them up even more fiercely than earlier, which, of course, brought me to the cusp of blowing my toxic load. "Hey Tiger, it's time, get off me, I'm gettin' close," I managed to warn. Tiger, however, only replied "Give me your toxic load, Daddy. Fuck your boy." "Come on, Tiger, you said you'd get off," I grunted, even as I had now joined in pounding his ass. "Okay, okay," he responded, making a move that led me to think he was about to dismount my cock, only to find, to my utter horror and complete startlement, to find he slammed back down on my shaft, sliding all the way down to my balls, simultaneously twisting my nipples, squeezing them hard as he gave me full on eye contact as he snarled at me "I want that fuckin' poz cum, Daddy! I want your toxic load. Holy fuck, give it to me now!" With that he squeezed my shaft with his ass muscles, and held me in position as he verbally demanded I give him my load. Naturally, at a certain point a man just can't be expected to hold off, so I didn't. I accepted the fact that Tiger was a cum whole, a bug chaser, and I should give him what he demanded of me so I let loose and flooded his hole with my toxic load, emptying an unbelievably large load of cum into his hole. As we came down from the orgasm Tiger grunted "Fuck condoms. I want your poz cum and that of all the other hot poz fuckers I can find. I want your disease. I want your AIDS."

Hi, I'm having a problem which annoys me because I find anal so hot. i can't seem to get any pleasure from anal, I've read stories where the bottom gets so much pleasure from anal fucking - but for me whenever my buddy fucks me, I just get the feeling I need to pee and pre cum dribbles from my cock then he ends up coming in me and we just kiss and he eats my ass until his wife gets back. sometimes I cum by him fingerfucking me which makes my cock flap around which makes me cum but it's a more internal orgasm so I know I can but I don't know how to. if it continues like this then I'll need to become a top - which is still fun but I'd love to be vers.

I was half asleep when I felt the weight on me. His hard cock slid up my ass crack until his knob caught on my lubed hole. I was awake now and pushed back with my ass until the head popped in. He had a decent size cock so I grabbed the poppers and took a big hit. He leaned in to take a sniff to. We both moaned as he sank in all the way. That's when I noticed he was fully dressed, his cock sticking out of his fly. "You got me so hard when you walked in," he said in my ear, "I never thought I would have a chance at getting my dick in you." I realized it was the guy at the counter when I checked in to the bathhouse. He was pretty old and not particularly attractive but his cock sure felt great and I told him so. The last part I mean. "I got a big load for ya but it feels like you have already been bred. You got some loads in you boy?" I admitted that I did. He wanted details while he fucked me. I had few details for load number one since he took me from behind and I neither saw or spoke to him. Just plain old doggy style raw fucking. He had a fat cock though and stretched me good. Load number two was from a young Latino guy. He liked to make out while he dicked me so I got on my back and wrapped my legs around him. He was very energetic and whispered a lot of things in Spanish that I could not translate. I enjoyed his whispers and moans. He got really loud as he was cumming in my hole. So hot. "Yeah that is really hot," agreed my lover. "That guy is here a lot and I often hear him getting his nut. We both chuckle and then he settles down to some serious fucking. One more deep hit of the poppers for both of us and then he is a goner shooting his seed deep inside my willing hole. After he is done he lays across my back to catch his breath. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," he says. "It was great," I answered, and meant it. Continuing, I told him that I loved raw raw cock and getting boned by strange men. "Well, by the end of my shift I should be ready to go again, so I can take another go at your ass," he replied. "Hell, yeah," I answered, adding "if my door is closed to just let yourself in with your master key." Giving me a grin of approval, he left, leaving my door wide open. Before I can decide if I want to leave it open or sleep or go up to the glory holes a figure appeared in the doorway. My latest visitor was a light skinned black man, probably about fifty years old. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I presented my cummy ass. A big toothy smile crossed his face as he tossed his towel on to the bed. His cock was half hard but after rubbing it across my crack a couple of times he was ready to go. His dick was quite big, in any event it was certainly the biggest of the evening. Asking him to pause for a moment, I took a deep his of my poppers, offering them to him afterwards. "No, thanks," he answered, suggesting "you might want to take another hit. You're gonna need 'em 'cuz I'm gonna pound you good." And he did just that. Hanging on for dear life, he rutted like he was starving. I hadn't had any black dick in a while and I found myself absolutely getting off on being fucked by bbc. He got a little mean and rough at the end, calling me names, spitting in my face and choking me. "Take my load you fucking faggot cum whore," he wheezed, hand still around my throat. I was so turned I didn't care if he was choking me, seemingly to death. I loved it. My cock was rock hard, trapped between our bellies. Fortunately he ignored my cock 'cause had he touched me I would have blown my load. After he shot his load he seemed sheepish about being so aggressive. "Oh my god," I gush, "that was fucking amazing. Holy shit man that was intense!" I thanked him whole heartedly for both the fuck and the load. I decided to go for a stint in the sling stopping first for a piss break. The place seemed empty but I am a patient man. I settled in and waited. Didn't take long though. Someone appeared. He looked at me then started looking around. I think he was shy so the next time he looked my way I gestured him over. He was a short, stocky middle aged guy that was probably really hairy but he was trimmed all over. He was going to have to fuck me on his toes. As soon as he was close enough I grabbed his rod and pulled him into my mouth. It was a pain in the ass since the head end of the sling was too high and I had to really bend and twist to get my lips on it. It was worth it though since he was leaking a lot, and I am crazy for pre-cum. Before long he pulled off and went for my ass. Oh yeah! Back to the poppers. I did not bother offering him any as had a death grip on my legs and was pounding away furiously. I knew it would not take him long at the rate he was going. Sure enough a couple minutes into our breeding session he was emptying his sack up my ass. Bliss. Then he was gone. Laying back in the sling I felt pretty good. Still I wrapped the towel around my head hoping for some anonymous action. ************************************************************************* Okay enough for tonight. I have got to wack it. I will tell you about the rest of my evening tomorrow. Happy jerking boys.

(early to mid 90's) My name is Banner. My dad was a comic book fan and named me after Bruce Banner - who was The Hulk's other identity. So I'm getting that out of the way now because I've had to explain my name a billion times. I guess Dad was more fun when I was born, but now he is all business and seems to think of nothing but money. He's working himself into an early heart attack. The other part of this story is my grandfather. He was a wealthy man who died when I was in first grade. He left me a trust fund that wouldn't kick in until I was 25. Dad was the custodian of the money and he held that over my head forever. It was conditional. He threatened to withhold every penny unless I graduated college and made something of myself. I also had to keep out of trouble. He didn't have to worry, really. I was a boring kid...AM a boring adult. The only exotic thing about me was my sexuality. I was gay. I kept it a secret. Sometime after I got my high school diploma, my dad had the idea to invest my funds. The housing market was going crazy and he decided he'd build me a house in Kansas City, MO. All I had to do was get a job there AND get married. He explained that it would be a big house and he didn't want me living alone near a big urban area. I just went along with it. I really didn't even care about the money. I was just waiting to not be boring. Why couldn't I rebel like my friend Mitch did? He smoked pot and got drunk and yelled at his parents. It seemed like a lot of wasted effort. I just went to the state college with two things in mind: 1. Make good grades so I could get a good job. 2. Meet a girl who didn't want sex. Well, all the college girls wanted sex. So did the college guys. I guess this would be a bust. I kept my head down and studied. I majored in advertising even though I just wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories and essays on a nifty little word processor. I had a knack for writing horror stories. I wrote fan letters to my favorite authors and a few answered back. Stephen King and Clive Barker both sent me nice little notes in their own handwriting. Wow. I never told anyone about my hobby. I didn't get less boring in college...in fact I sunk deeper into dullness. I try not to think about all the fun I could have had if I'd just lightened up a little. Whatever. By the time I was finishing my last year of education, my dad announced he'd already initiated construction of my future house. It was a fateful phone call. "It'll be great, Banner. It's in a growing suburb of Kansas City...on the Kansas side. It'll have three bedrooms, but don't feel in a hurry to have kids. Just get married and see how it goes from there." "I'm not sure I'll ever get married, Dad." "Oh you say that now. As soon as you get your nose out of the books and look around, you'll find all kinds of nice girls." Enough was enough. "I'm gay, Dad. I don't want to get married and I don't want any kids. Sell the house and keep the money for you and Mom. I don't care." He was silent for a minute. "You're young and don't know what you want. I can't talk about this now. Discuss it with your mother." Mom and I talked for almost an hour. She was very understanding. "I guess I always knew," she said. "I had to say something. Dad wasn't hearing me. I guess it means I'm not rich anymore." "He'll come around. Let me talk to him. After all, it's MY father's money and he wanted you to have it." "I don't care about the money. I never have. My graduation is May 20th. You don't have to come." "I'll be there." "But it's a long drive and I doubt there's any hotel rooms left that weekend." "No. You're my only child and you're graduating college. I'll sleep in the car if I have to." And then I had finals to get through. I was prepared. I'd already talked to some recruiters from ad agencies in Kansas City and Chicago. One of the guys who interviewed me was all excited about "The Internet". He wanted to get a jump on it because "The Web" was going to be big. I mentioned the stories I wrote on a computer and he was very interested. We talked about nothing but horror novels after that. He gave me his card and made me promise to call him. Kansas City. I think I'd been there once as a kid. Some amusement park maybe. I had vague memories of a roller coaster and some really good donuts. Both of my parents came to my graduation. It was supposed to be major, but the school was so big that we all just sat in the football stadium as the dean said a few words. It was over as soon as it began. I said my good-byes to a few friends and a few professors I'd always liked. Back at my apartment, Mom and Dad were waiting. Mom had a beer in her hand -- which I'd never seen in my life. Mom? Dad was silent and wouldn't look me in the eye. "Are you going to invite us in or what?" The first words he'd said to me since that call. Once inside, my dad looked around and sniffed the air. He was making sure I was keeping the place clean and not smoking. "This is not so bad. You keep it neat," Mom observed "Yeah. My lease is up in August. I think I have a shot at a job in Kansas City." Then my dad was interested. "How good a shot?" "I met the recruiter and he seemed to really want me." "Good. Well, your house is almost done. You can live there if you want. It's about 40 minutes from downtown. Just promise me you'll get a big dog for protection. The backyard will fenced in by August." Mom finished her beer and asked me if I wanted one. I guess they had a cooler in the car. I'd never ever seen my mother drink. Dad said he needed to gas up the car because they were driving back tonight. So my mom and I sat and had a beer. "I didn't even know you drank, Mom." "This is a special occasion, Banner. I've seen the house. It's nice. You'll like it." "Dad hates me." "No. He just wanted so much for you. He doesn't realize yet that you'll be fine." Fast forward to August 19th. I'd been in phone contact with the ad agency interested in me. It was almost a done deal. I moved into the house. It was big and empty. My meager possessions barely filled one room. The "suburb" was very unfinished. New houses were being constructed and streets were still being paved. I was practically on an island there. My first official interview wasn't for another week. I had electricity and a phone, but no cable. I'd write stories and then go for long walks around the area. Not all the streetlights were up yet. It got dark at the border, and you could really see the stars. I thought about stuff. I'd been lucky enough to have a life, but hadn't really lived one yet. Maybe that could change somehow. It was a hot Summer, but I still walked around when I couldn't write anymore. During the day, I saw a lot of construction workers out building the houses of my future neighbors. Most of them were well-built and Latino. I'd always tried to suppress my gay thoughts, but, what the hell? I looked. Some of them had their shirts off as they worked. Maybe I was just interested in the houses. There's no law against looking at construction, right? Maybe I should get a dog...it'd be something to do while I wandered aimlessly through this new ghost town. I had no idea where the pound was. I only knew a few fast food places near the freeway. "Hey!" a voice called. I had no clue which worker had shouted. A tall, shirtless black guy approached me with his hard hat on. "You lost or somethin'?" "Not exactly. I just moved in down the block." "505? That your blue car in the driveway?" "Yeah." "OK. Sorry. There's guys around who like to steal building supplies and equipment." I could smell the August heat on his skin. "No, I'm a writer with nothing to do for a few days. Thought I'd get some sun and explore the neighborhood." "A writer? Like books? Wait. Stay here. I gotta go get Luiz." He walked away and I stood there, realizing I'd just spoken my first words in two days. It's funny how odd your own voice can sound after a long period of silence. The guy came back with a big, bulky Mexican guy -- also shirtless and in a hard hat. Neither of them were much older than I was. "Who's this?," the handsome Latin man asked. "He's the new owner of 505. You know..." Luiz looked a little uncomfortable. "Oh. Yeah...I guess I knew this was coming. That's the place where me and Andre take our breaks. It has power, AC and a working fridge to keep our beer in. You didn't notice the almost full case of Natty Lite in there?" "No. I haven't even opened it yet." "So I guess you don't have a wife or nothin'?" "Nope. It's just me. When's your next break?" Andre stared at the ground while Luiz held my gaze. "In about an hour. Want us to come pick up the beer?" "If you want. Or you guys can come take your break like usual. I don't mind company.Want me to leave the door open?" Andre finally spoke again. "Nah. The locks around here are so easy to pick...make sure you get them all replaced." "Will do. I guess I'll see you guys in a little while." "Great. What's your name?" "Banner Lee." He didn't laugh or ask for an explanation or anything. They went back to the site and I headed home. It occurred to me to maybe go get some sandwiches or something, but I didn't feel like trying to go find any. What if I got lost and wasn't there when they came by? I just stayed put and waited around. Clocks. I needed clocks. There was so much I needed. This huge house started to seem ridiculous. I sure hoped I got that job...the utilities alone must be enormous. I looked in the refrigerator, and sure enough, there was a box of "Natural Light". I felt entitled to take one. It didn't taste good to me, but I drank it. Should I put on some music? No. These were hard-working men coming over for a break...not party guests. I took one more beer. Maybe it's because I've never had a drink, but I felt a little light-headed. a knock on the door "We're a little early. The concrete guy never showed. We're done for the day. Still want some company?" "Absolutely. Have a seat." He and Andre settled on my couch as I went to get us some beers. I came back and saw Andre taking off his work boots. Luiz stopped him. "Cabrone! This is someone's house now! Don't do that." "It's okay. I don't mind." "Sorry about him. We usually take our shoes off on breaks. These boots get so hot." Andre took his boots and socks off and stretched his bare feet on the carpet. "Thanks, man. Luiz would do it too, but I think he's embarrassed of his hooves. They are pretty damn ugly." "Shut the fuck up, man. Behave yourself." "It's fine. Go ahead and take them off, Luiz." "Maybe later." There was a spark in his eyes. "Mmm-hmmm. Go ahead and ask him, Luiz." "Ask me what?" "It's nothing. We were just curious why an unmarried kid with no kids is living in a big new house by himself. Andre thinks you won the lottery." "No. It's an investment of my dad's. I'm just living here while I try to get a job. If I won the lottery, we'd be watching a 90 inch flat-screen right now." "But you ain't got a soon-to-be bride or anything?" Andre seemed way too curious for some reason. "No. I'm gay." Did I really just say that out loud? I guess my days of hiding were over. The two of them exchanged quick looks. "Yeah. I kinda guessed that when I saw you watching us work. Don't worry. I'm cool with both of you." "Both?" "Shut up, Andre! Ignore this asshole, Banner. Who needs another?" Luiz got up to fetch some more brews. Andre was looking at me hard. Watching. Waiting. "So..." I had no idea how to navigate this conversation now. Luiz came back and re-beered us. "Well. We gonna get busy with him or what?" Andre seemed impatient. "You're so fucking crude!" "Yeah, whatever. I just came to get my fucking dick sucked. You two can do whatever you want after I leave," "I'm sorry, Banner. He gets horny after work and...well.. I Oddly, I was kneeling on the new carpet as he said that...like I was ready. I wanted Luiz to fix this and make it right. Instead, he just kicked back and nodded. What? I'd never sucked a dick before. How? Now? Andre took off his jeans and aimed his big black dick towards my face. It was way bigger than my own. And so hard. My own penis got erect too, but felt like flesh still. Andre's cock was just so solid and rigid. He just wanted to be sucked. And I tried. He was just too eager and kept thrusting in my mouth. I knew what he needed..and tried my best. I was excited and eager for this. "Shit! He's a natural, Luiz. How is it that guys are so much better at cocksucking than ladies?" I couldn't see Luiz with all the black pubes in my eyes, but I knew he was watching. Andre and I found a good pace where he was happy and I wasn't gagging. It was just and and out and it felt so right to me. I might have known he was about to cum if I'd done this before. He just pistoned his hips faster and a little deeper. "Fuck! I'm cumming. Swallow it, kid!" And then his dick expanded ever so slightly and hot sperm filled my mouth. I swallowed it down. He still had a tiny white drip at the ti of his dick as he pulled away and got dressed quickly. He drained his beer. "Damn. Now I'm not gonna have no load to give the ladies. Guess I'll stay in tonight and play video games. Later." Andre left and I was still stupidly kneeling on my floor, feeling stunned. Luiz didn't seem the least bit phased about what had just happened. He was casually finishing his beer. "Did you like that, Banner?" "I..I did. That was the first time for me. I'm a little confused I guess." "It's okay. I remember the first time I sucked a dick. Go rinse your mouth out and grab another beer. The taste of cum goes away." I chugged some water and then spit it out. The beer helped. "Come sit with me." I went back and joined Luiz on the couch. "So you've given blow jobs before?" "Yeah...since I was 16. One of my cousins. I like getting them more than giving them." "So, you're gay?" "Oh yeah. I thought you knew. I knew you were the minute I saw you because you're too cute." "I'm not cute...and I can't tell anything about people just from looking at them. But if Andre likes to be sucked, why doesn't he let you do it?" "I'm dirty. I'm infected. You know what I'm talking about, right?" I did. This was a crazy day. "You and Andre are the only people on this planet who know. And my doctor. He keeps telling me there are better drugs coming, but I'm not counting on it. Hurry and finish you beer and I'll go get us two more." So much to think about. I was somewhat dizzy. Luiz sat down next to me and flexed his toes a little, "So what did you like about sucking dick?" Pause. "It felt right. Like something I was going to do eventually -- if that makes sense." "Totally." "I liked knowing how much HE liked it. I also liked when he put his fingers in my hair. I sound stupid." "No. Not at all. You probably needed some touch. Like this." He put his big brown hand on to of my head and started petting me like a dog. "I'll suck your dick too." His face brightened a little. "No. No. You are young, healthy and have your life ahead of you. I'm not giving you this burden." "Maybe we can just try it just a little." "Bad idea. I can't stop once I get started, But...we can do other things." "OK." I knew this was like playing with fire. "You can jack me off a little. How about that?" "Let's do it." He took off his shirt and jeans. A wave of clean sweat smell washed over me. So nice. His nice, uncut cock was already hard. As was mine. I got undressed too, aware of how puny my frame was next to his broad, solid body. "Nice, Banner. You are so white, though. Swedish?" "Irish mostly." "Touch my dick, man. Just don't get any ideas about sucking it." I knelt between his legs and started stroking the thick shaft. Turns out I was good at this too. He kept pulling me closer between his knees. He was breathing fast and rolled his head back. I guess it was only natural that I would have to kiss the tip of his dick. "No. Well...just kiss it. No sucking." I had other ideas. I needed to suck this meat. And I did. I moved up and down it like a hungry slut (which I probably was). I thought he'd protest a little, but he just kept guiding my head down. He was bucking and moaning. I didn't actually care about his HIV at the moment...if he wanted to come, I'd sure as fuck let him. Then he pushed me away. "I can't come in your mouth. You don't want that." "What if I do, Luiz?" "Then you're stupid." There was already clear fluid leaking out of his pee hole. "Probably I am, but I still want your semen inside of me." He sighed, but kept stroking his penis. "I want that too. I warned you already that I couldn't stop once I started. If you really want to go the distance, we will. Get on all fours like a dog. Show me your skinny, white ass." I did as I was told, and he got down on the floor with me. I knew he was going to insert his fat organ inside of my butt. I also knew it would hurt. He spit on his dick and just shoved it in. I thought I might scream, but it just came out as "NNNGGG" "No going back from here. Nobody's around to hear if you cry for help. Try to relax and open a little for me. I need to get in there, but your ass is fighting me." I didn't know how to do what he was requesting, but I tried to at least relax my mind. He was almost all the way in me and I was sure there was no farther he could go. Then he pulled out a little and plunged right back in. Damn! Is this what women felt like when their cherry was popped? Is it what my mom felt when my stupid dad mounted her? He started speaking in Spanish and moving faster. I could feel his heartbeat inside my body. "Here you go! You're getting my cum!" He held my hips hard and bred me like a bull in heat. Then he was done. I had already had an orgasm at some point. And it was over. We showered together and took a nap in my bed. I was no longer an amateur and no longer hiding.

Part: 7 The announcement was not finished when I felt a wall of men just surround me. Holy shit, where did all these guys come from? There were like 7. I didn’t have much time to process anything when I felt a cock being pushed into my mouth. I looked up and saw this black Adonis looking down at me. Whatever apprehensions I had went away and I took his cock down my throat while I locked eyes with him. He put one hand on each side of my head and just pushed in. I could feel myself gagging, I forced my throat to relax. I wanted to breath but I also wanted his cock. A bottle of poppers was placed up to my nostril and when he pulled his cock out I inhaled. It sent me spinning and back onto that dick I went. I was busy sucking on his cock and another top had positioned behind me. I was about to look back when the black guy slapped me, “eyes forward.” It stung and surprised me but it also made my cock rock hard. I nodded and mumbled “yes sir” as best as you can with a mouth full of dick. I felt the guy behind me spit on my hole and push his cock into me. The top choking me with his dick gave me a few more whiffs of poppers and they both started fucking my holes. They got into a good rhythm. My ass was being stretched and I loved it. it didn’t take long for the top fucking my ass to start picking up speed. He leaned over and whispered in my ear…. “ready for this dirty load you slut, tell me what you want.” “yes sir, breed my pussy, I want your dirty load” And with that I could feel him shooting, he started grunting, I was pushed forward onto the other guy’s cock. He shot his last rope of cum in me and pulled out. He was immediately replaced with another guy. The black guy still had me facing forward with his cock down my throat feeding me poppers from time to time. I don’t know how much time passed and I lost count of how many dicks fucked me. I could feel cum running down my legs and they ached from being on all 4s. Everyone kept telling me they were gifting me, and how they welcomed me to the brotherhood. I wasn’t sure what it was all about but I was loving it. Finally, it was the black guys turn…….

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So began my new work routine. Someone would find a way to have me leave for a longer lunch than normal, usually dressed up either as a working lunch or an offsite meeting. I would then find myself in the disabled loo three floors up, getting my arse and throat reamed out by a whole host of men who would all dump their sticky goo inside my holes. I never asked who anyone was, nor acknowledged what we’d been up to with any of them that I knew when we were dealing with the firm’s business later on. In time, I was having sessions at which none of the gang from the Barcelona trip were present, even though that prospect had initially unnerved me. Things started to go up a gear when additional sessions before or after the working day started to be added to the equation. Ben always initiated those, especially after another project he was working on began to eat away at his ability to join us for the lunchtime gangbangs. He would use the online communicator to tell me to stay behind a bit late of an evening, or I would get texts while at home with Rachel telling me to be in an hour before normal. Gavin, too, started using these routes to get more time from me, such that I would regularly find myself in at 7.30am for one of them and still hanging around past 7pm for the other. Saturdays even started to come into play, with phantom meetings or working group sessions being set up for me in the office when in fact I would just be getting reamed out again. On those occasions, as the only people in for the day, I would usually get bred on our own floor to up the ante somewhat. Whoever it was and whenever it was that I was summoned for a breeding, I always complied. All of this began to take its toll at home, as the amount of time I spent there with Rachel gradually diminished. I felt for her, I really did, but I just wasn’t in it any more. I knew I had morphed into a true office cumdump bitch, and was increasingly comfortable and happy about that, so trying to act out as someone I wasn’t any longer at home was getting harder and harder. Eventually the inevitable happened and she left, moving to Clapham to take up the spare room of a friend of hers who had recently also split from her boyfriend. I was sad about the way things had ended between us as I did really like her as a person, but truthfully I was just glad to be free of one more potential barrier to my true slutty nature. With Rachel gone, I started to get home visits from guys at the office who lived within reach, most of whom would cover the excursion from their wives, girlfriends, boyfriends or whoever as being a trip to the gym. I suppose there was an element of truth in that, given they gave themselves a decent workout when fucking me senseless. What it meant was that the whole weekend was now open for me to get bred by my colleagues, and with eleven of them now taking advantage of what I had to offer, not a day went by without me taking at least three loads. ------- The next big change came six weeks after Rachel and I broke up. It was a Saturday morning, and I woke up quite early with plans to go for a jog before Ben came over. I was quite excited about the visit this morning, as he’d finally decided to bring one of his own fuckbuddies over to have a go with my arse and as such I was going to get a breeding from someone who I didn’t work with for the first time. I’d done my teeth and got dressed into my jogging gear, but then picked up my phone to check my messages. That’s when I noticed I had texts and emails from the National Lottery, which peaked my interest. Whenever I’d won two pounds before I would just get an email telling me to log in to my account for some news about my ticket, but this time there were many more messages and I saw the word ‘jackpot’ for the first time. I didn’t go jogging. Instead I spent the morning staring blankly at my emails and the lottery website, trying to take in what I was being told. EuroMillions. One hundred and forty million pounds. Sole winner. Even when I phoned in and went through dozens of questions to confirm things, I still couldn’t take it in when the lady confirmed I would be getting that much money in to my bank account in the next few days. Ben and his friend Frank arrived late morning, and I calmly allowed them to fuck me for a few hours without really engaging. Ben could probably tell something was up, but he didn’t let on and just enjoyed spitroasting me with Frank. They even double-fucked me without breaking me out of my near trance-like state, which Frank interpreted to mean I was just such a slut I had gone in to a cum-driven high. I was happy to let him believe that, as it just seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder and thus cum faster. When they eventually left they had each dumped four loads in my throat or arse. I was a bit more with it on the Sunday, so was able to engage a bit more effectively when Lucas from HR came round in the morning to breed me, and also when Vikesh from Ben’s other project stopped by in the afternoon to fill me with seed. The following week I went through the motions at work and in the toilets, still a bit disbelieving that I was suddenly that wealthy. However, when Thursday evening came round and I got home at 9pm after a particularly heavy session with Gavin and his assistant James, I finally got the nerve to log in to my HSBC account. Sure enough, the money was there. I was fucking loaded, in every sense of the word. ------- I started dealing with what had happened by calling Rachel. It was nice to speak to her actually, and she agreed to meet me for a coffee. When I told her that I was giving her seventy million pounds she assumed I was telling some kind of weird joke she didn’t understand, but eventually she started to believe when I explained my reasoning. We had been together when I had bought my rolling EuroMillions ticket, it had kind of been her idea but I had been the one to actually register the account and make the purchase, I had picked her birthday as some of the numbers, and all in all I wanted to make sure she got what I felt she deserved. I then apologised to her for the way things had gone between us, and told her I hoped that we could still be friends. Unsurprisingly, with me having volunteered up a share of an absolute fortune that she would not otherwise have known about and certainly wasn’t entitled to, she forgave me for all that had gone before and we have remained quite close ever since. My next step was to quit my job. As much as I enjoyed working there, I didn’t need the money and, to be honest, having to do 40 hours of actual work a week was starting to cramp my style as a true cumslut. The guys would still be welcome to breed me whenever they wished, and I would be happy to stop by the office for trips to the disabled loos if they wanted me to at lunchtimes, but I didn’t want the hassle of having to pretend like I was this high-flying ambitious guy who wanted to climb the career ladder. I worked some of my notice period, and then took my outstanding annual leave for the rest of it so that I could bring my time in the office to an end. I was thrown a leaving party by my team and the others on the floor, and we all went out for drinks at a nearby pub afterwards. As it was a Friday night it was really busy in there, so there weren’t any trips to the loos with Ben, Mitch or any of the others to get my arse the seeing to it needed. However, at the end of the night Ben took me back to my flat, and for the first he stayed over in my bed, fucking me several times before we both got up mid-morning on the Saturday. “So, Mr Wealthy Slutbags” he said as he sat down at the kitchen table, “what do you have planned now?” “Househunting” I replied, as I poured us both a coffee. “Well, that sounds like a daytime activity” he said. “Does that mean you’re free tonight?” “I am indeed” I said, smiling. “Good boy” he said. “In that case, a few of us guys want to give you the send-off you deserve.” “Oh?” I said, cocking an eyebrow as I walked over with our coffees. “It’s a surprise” he said, taking the cup out of my hand and then having a sip. “I’ll be back later to pick you up.” “What time?” “Whenever I feel like it” he replied, giving me a bit of a glare. “Oh, er, yes, sir, of course” I stammered, surprised at how we had switched from pleasant chatting to our normal dominant-submissive relationship. He winked at me. “Just kidding boy” he said. “But seriously, be ready and cleaned out from 5 o’clock and I’ll be here at some point after that.” I breathed out in relief at his warmer tone. “OK, I will be” I replied, “sir”. He smiled at me as I added the last word after a short pause. “What should I wear?” I asked. “Jockstrap” he said. “I’ll bring the rest.” “Oh” I said, suddenly understanding that this was not going to be night out drinking or clubbing with the guys. “OK sir.” With that, the conversation switched back to what I was now going to do with my life. We talked about where I would look to live, where I wanted to travel, the things I would buy, and the people in my life I would take care of. He never once made even the remotest suggestion that I should include him in any of that, and actually gave me some really good advice about how to dish out my winnings to my loved ones without causing offence or creating rifts between everyone. It was then that I decided he would be a beneficiary, once I’d figured out the perfect gift to give him. Ben left later that morning, and I spent the day registering with various high-end property consultants so that I could arrange some meetings the following week and start my search. I spoke to my parents, read a heartwarming and unexpected email from Rachel’s mum, and also got on to a few other websites to begin splashing out on things I’d always wanted to own. Then, later on, I headed for the bathroom and began a really deep clean, getting myself all washed out inside, shaving my chest, having a good shower, and then sorting out my hair. I then selected my favourite black jockstrap and put it on, doused myself in the Armani fragrance I loved, and then made my way downstairs to wait for Ben. Whatever the night held in store, I was ready and eager to find out.

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

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

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

I never stealth someone. To me it's no condom or no fuck. I expect that from the person who fucks me, too. I have actually walked away from guys who put condom on. But the idea of being bottom for a guy who secretly would stealth me appeals to me.

Fuck I love how willing you guys are to service us horny married men. As a married guy it feels good knowing a lot of other guys get off on me being attached. I love my wife but I also love cock and doing much dirtier things with cock than she is willing to do. Also vers fucking is amazing I get off hard on getting fucked in my tight ass, makes me rock solid then I get to flip the switch and pound away at a sweet asshole.

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

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

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Play dumb, tell him how much you enjoyed his fuck and wanted some more rounds with him, same conditions.

Part 5 By the mid nineties I had just turned 30 and I had been carefully practicing safe sex for many years. I always had condoms with me and always made sure they were used. When I was being fucked from behind I would always reach round and check that the condom was still on - I wanted to make sure I protected myself and others and I couldn't really have been more careful. For a long time it was easy - the safe sex message was very strong and it seemed that condoms were everywhere. But when I came out of a relationship and began to cruise again I noticed that not everyone was using condoms. At first I was a bit shocked, but, truth to tell, I was also starting to get a bit turned on. I remembered the sensation of sliding my bare cock up a nice tight arse and also remembered the times I had walked home with a cum filled arse, sometimes letting the cum slide out into my underpants. I particularly remembered some of the raunchy times I had enjoyed in public toilets. Although many had now closed, my work took me out all over London and I knew that there were still a lot of active toilets out there and still quite a lot of sex going on in them. One summer I was loaned out to another team at work and I found myself covering areas of London I didn't know. I found some new toilets and, horny after being in a relationship, I began to join in and had a number of really horny experiences. One afternoon I discovered a very active toilet in south west London. It was the old fashioned, underground toilet and I soon discovered the sex was absolutely rampant. One day I was in there in the late afternoon and it was busy with guys wanking and sucking. The centre of attraction was a young blond guy in a postman's uniform who was down on his knees sucking off anyone who presented his cock to the blond guy. I watched as several guys came in his mouth as I waited my turn and I noticed a fit young guy in a suit standing a little back from the action. His trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked off by a skinhead guy who was standing behind him. He was pushing back against the skinhead and as I watched I noticed that the skinhead was gently thrusting against him and I realised the suited guy was being fucked from behind. Just then he leaned forward a bit and the skinhead started fucking him harder. Re-positioning myself for a better view, I could see the skinhead's thick cock thrusting up the suited guy's arse. It took me a little while to notice that the skinhead was not wearing a condom and when I realised this I was really turned on. The skinhead kept fucking and I could tell he was getting close. I watched as he thrust hard a couple of times and then pushed his cock right up the suited lad and held it there, obviously cumming deep inside his arse. I was really turned on by what I had seen and I watched as the suited lad pulled his pants up and left the toilet. Seconds later I was taking my turn being sucked off by the postman it was not long before I was shooting what felt like a massive load into his mouth. I found it hard to get the image of the suited guy being fucked without a condom out of my mind and I wanked over it quite a few times. A week or so later I went home with a slim, young ginger Irish lad I met at the Central Station one Friday night. Neil was a few years younger than me - and one of the best looking guys I had ever been with. At first I couldn't quite believe he was cruising me and I couldn't believe my luck when it turned out he was. I really liked him and enjoyed his company - he was a lot of fun. We went back to his flat and soon I was pulling down his trousers and his white Calvin Klein underpants to reveal a surprisingly big cock. We had great sex and I enjoyed every minute of sucking his cock, rimming his tight arsehole and lying back while he did the same to me. Soon he asked me to fuck him and knelt up on the bed, pushing his arse out for me. He reached round behind him and pulled my cock towards his arse. "Wait" I said, "we need a condom." "Oh, yeah, right" he said and started rummaging around in the bedside drawer. It took him a while to find a condom and when he did I rolled it on and fucked him. I enjoyed the fuck very much but I knew he had been going to let me fuck him without a condom. As I thought about it later I was glad I had been careful but there was also a part of me that was beginning to get tired of always doing the right thing... Soon after that one of my friends confided to me that after he had a few drinks he sometimes let guys fuck him without a condom and come in his arse. I was really shocked - my initial reaction was what the fuck is he thinking about - how could he be so stupid. Nick was a few years younger than me, trainee solicitor, and a very intelligent guy. I was shocked and really concerned for him. But I was also more than a bit turned as he told me a bit more. He said the first time he had done it he had been drinking after work on Friday and, feeling horny, had ended up cruising at Hampstead Heath. He'd been with a really fit guy who wanted to fuck him but was reluctant to use a condom. Nick had insisted and the guy had rolled the condom on and began to fuck him. He had pulled out a few times and as he pushed his cock back in one time Nick realised he had taken off the condom. I asked him what he had done and he told me he had spread his legs a bit further, gripped on to a tree and let the guy fuck him and cum in his arse. Nick told me he had done it a few times since and told me the last time was at work with a guy he really fancied who had a partner. They had been working late one night and he had ended up in a store cupboard sucking the guy's cock. They didn't have any condoms so Nick told me he had just pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and let the guy fuck him from behind and cum in his arse. I was still a bit shocked but that night when I got home I had a brilliant wank and shot a massive load of cum as I pictured Nick in that cupboard with his pants pulled down below his bum taking a big load of cum up his unprotected arse.... I was becoming more and more tempted and one day I was working near Hanger Lane in West London. I had discovered a public toilet in a road behind Hanger Lane and I had been in there earlier for a piss. It was now about 6:30 PM, and genuinely needing to piss again, I went back there. This time there was another guy in there - a really fit young builder lad - mid 30's curly blond hair, wearing a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms that were splashed with plaster and paint. The toilet was quite small - a trough and one cubicle and as I pissed I could see the guy checking me out. Soon we were both hard and wanking together and then he bent over and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then motioned to the cubicle. I hesitated but then followed him in. We sucked each other for a while and then I asked if I could lick his arse. He grinned and bent over the toilet for me as I pulled his pants right down, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse. His hole was really quite funky but I didn't really care. I rimmed him for ages, pushing my tongue right into his hole as he wanked his cock and pushed his arse into my face. After a while he asked me to fuck him. I stood up and asked him if he had a condom. He didn't and neither did I. I was so tempted as I looked at this fit builder lad, bent over the toilet, his pants at his ankles and his arse in the air - but once again I resisted. In the end he sucked me off and I came in his mouth - but that night and for many days after I relived the scene in my mind. I really wished I had given into temptation. I imagined that I had stood up, pulled his cheeks apart, pushed my cock right up him and fucked him without a condom, shooting the massive load that went into his mouth right up his dirty hole instead. I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer and a couple of weeks later I was in central London in the big underground toilet in Marble Arch one afternoon. At that time the toilet was massive with banks of urinals at one end and cubicles along the back and down the sides at the other end. Guys would often stand up on the toilets and look over into the cubicles as they couldn't be seen from the main area. This day I was watching over the cubicle as a very cute young ginger lad was sucking off a dark haired Italian looking guy. As I watched, the ginger lad pulled off his cock, stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over, handing the Italian guy what I assumed was a condom. In fact it was a little packet of lube and I watched as the dark haired guy rubbed some lube on ginger lad's arse, some on his cock and then pushed it right up him without a condom and began to fuck. I was wanking as I watched the dark haired guy's cock thrusting up the ginger lad's arse and then I realised that ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back. I continued watching as the dark haired guy threw back his head, thrust hard up ginger lad's arse a few times, shot his load up him and then pulled his cock out and stuffed it back in his pants. When he had left the cubicle, ginger lad grinned up at me again and motioned to me to join him. I didn't hesitate - I was in the cubicle with him in seconds. Ginger lad was sitting on the toilet and I unzipped and pushed my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then stood up. Without a word he pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over the toilet. I pushed my finger up his arse and found it well lubed. If someone was really trying to tempt me to fuck without a condom they could not have chosen better than this - a slim ginger lad in a white shirt, smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein underpants..... This time I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid up him easily and he grunted as I began to fuck him. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and lasted a bit longer than I thought I would but it was not too long before I was ready to cum and I shot every last bit of cum I had in me right up his fit ginger arse. I thought I would feel guilty afterwards but I didn't - I knew it would not be too long before I fucked without a condom again and sure enough it wasn't long... I fucked a few lads I met in bars without a condom and also had a couple of bare fucks on Hampstead Heath. In the summer I had to travel up to Scotland for a family wedding. I had driven up and spent a few days there and on the day after the wedding I was driving back to London down the A1. I had never driven this way before but found it fairly straightforward. I had been driving for a while and was somewhere near the border when I noticed a sign for a lay by up ahead. According to the sign there was a toilet in the lay by but I assumed this would be long since closed down. I decided to stop anyway and pulled off the road. The lay by went some way back off the road and I soon saw the toilet block. There was one other car parked in the lay by and I noticed the guy in it checking me out as I walked towards the toilet. To my surprise the toilet was open and I went in to take a much needed piss. It was like stepping back in time - there was graffiti on the walls, holes in the wooden cubicle doors and holes between some of the stalls. I was amazed it had survived but as I pissed I read some of the stories. I was not surprised when the guy who had been parked outside came in to the toilet. I checked him out - mid 40s, ordinary looking and not really my type but I was horny and soon we were wanking together. He bent over and began to suck me and then I did the same for him. It was while I was sucking his cock that I realised we were no longer alone. I looked up and saw too young lads - one blond lad who looked mid 20 and one dark haired lad who looked no more than 18 or 19. Nothing happened for a while and then the younger lad came and stood next to us at the urinal. Again nothing happened for a while and I was starting to feel a bit nervous when the young lad stood back a bit and showed his hard cock. The older guy flashed his and soon all three of us were wanking. The blond lad stood back and watched as the older guy went down on the young lad's cock. Soon the three of us were wanking and sucking each other, pants down at our knees as the blond lad continued to watch. I was now being sucked by the young lad and the other guy went round and started feeling the young lad's arse. Meeting no resistance, he took out a condom and some lube. I watched as he rubbered up and began to push his cock up the young lad. The young lad ended up leaning against the urinal, his pants and trousers at his knees as the older guy fucked him from behind. He fucked for a while and then shot his load. He pulled out and removed the condom before tucking his cock back into his pants and leaving the toilet. The young lad was still leaning against the urinal and I stepped up behind him. I knew exactly what I wanted to do - I pulled his cheeks apart and lined up my bare cock. I thought perhaps he or his mate would stop me but they didn't and I pushed my bare cock right up him and began to fuck. The blond guy was wanking now but made no attempt to join in as I fucked the young lad hard and fast. The young lad didn't look round, and didn't seem to be bothered that I was fucking him without a condom and he was about to get a load of cum up his arse. I was getting close now and it was not too long before I blew my load right up the young lad's arse. As I did so, the blond lad shot his cum out on to the toilet floor. Around this time a lot of my cousins were getting married and a few weeks after my encounter in the lay by toilet I was at another wedding - this time just outside Liverpool. We had all stayed over the night before in a hotel and were due to meet for breakfast at about 9:00 AM. I decided to go for an early morning walk - on the way to the hotel I had noticed what looked like a quite promising public toilet and wanted to check it out. It took me a little time to find it and when I did it was empty. I found a bench a little way away from the toilet and sat down. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw a heavy built guy coming towards the toilet. It was a nice summer morning and he was dressed smartly in a blue shirt and black trousers. As he got closer I realised he was quite young - probably no more than a few years older than me. I like big guys and I really fancied him. He looked at me as he passed and then went in to the toilet. I waited to see if he would come back out and he didn't. It was game on and I went in to the toilet. He was standing at the urinal and soon I was next to him and we were wanking together. We ended up in a cubicle and I was sucking his cock while he had his hand down the back of my pants, fingering my arsehole. I pushed my arse back and he continued to finger me. "I'd love to fuck you, mate" he whispered, continuing to finger my arse hole. I was well up for that and I nodded. He grinned. "I've got a condom," he said and produced it as I pulled my pants and trousers down and prepared to bend over the toilet. "You can fuck me without a condom if you want." I said. He was silent for a moment and I thought I had put him off. Then he grinned and said "You dirty fucker!" I bent over the toilet and he pushed his bare cock up my arse and began to fuck. He fucked me really well and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew he was getting close and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier as he gasped "Can I cum in you arse, mate?" I turned my head round and told him to go for it and he grinned again "Oh, you dirty fucker," he moaned as he began to cum up my arse, "You dirty....little....fucker!" He finished coming and pulled out. I pulled him towards me and we kissed. "That was awesome!" he said as he got his breath back and then he said "Do you want to do me, mate?" Seconds later he was leaning up against the wall pulling his cheeks apart as I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was very tight and it was not long before I was pumping a nice big load of cum up his arse. We chatted for a few minutes outside the toilet - he told me he was on his way to work and I told him I was going to my cousin's wedding. He was a really nice guy and I liked him a lot. He high fived me and then we went our separate ways - each of us with a big load of cum up our arses. A few weeks later I was in the Central Station one night and I hooked up with Neil again. To my delight he was up for a repeat session and I ended up back at his flat again. We sucked, licked and rimmed each other for ages and this time when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him neither of us mentioned condoms. He knelt up on the bed and I pushed my bare cock up him and began to fuck. After a while I pulled out and he laid down and I fucked him on his back, his legs high in the air, before he flipped over again and knelt up on the bed again as I shot my load right up his arse. I stayed the night and fucked him again in the morning, dumping another load right up him. When I left he was just getting into the bath and as he swung his leg up to climb into the bath I got a last glimpse of his arse hole, now well and truly loaded with my cum. I was really enjoying myself now. When I was younger I had fucked without condoms all the time - but that was before they had become necessary. I was now deliberately choosing to have risky unprotected sex and I loved it. I was still conscious of the risk - but somehow this just made me even more horny.... Part 6 to follow

Part 4 I discovered that the campus toilet was really active and I had many horny experiences in there. I made full use of the glory holes and lost count of how many cocks I sucked there during my time in Hamburg. I also used the glory holes for more than just sucking and quite often I would be backed up to the glory hole with my pants down, being fucked through the hole by a usually anonymous cock. In fact I took almost as many loads in my arse as I did in my mouth. One afternoon I was in the campus toilet and I had just sucked two guys off, one after the other. Nothing happened for a while and the I heard someone entering the cubicle next to me. I heard a belt being unbuckled and the sound of someone unzipping and pulling his trousers down. There was silence for a minute or two and then I saw an eye at the glory hole. I flashed my cock and I heard him standing up. Almost immediately a big fat cock came through the glory hole and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. I sucked on the cock for a while and then I pulled off. The guy on the other side pulled is cock back and looked through. I turned round and bent over, offering him my arse. Almost immediately the cock was pushed back through. I sucked on it again and them backed my arse on to it. It was one of the biggest cocks I had had up me for some time and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He fucked me hard and fast and after a while I could hear him getting close and soon he groaned loudly and began to fuck me even harder. I pushed back and took his load up my arse. After a while he pulled his now softening cock out my arse and I pulled my pants up. I came out of the cubicle at the same time as the guy who had just fucked me and was shocked to see it was one of the other lads on my course, a dark haired lad from the north of England called Steve. I was shocked because I had thought Steve was totally straight. He was stocky, rugby playing guy with a girlfriend who had already been over to visit him. We looked at each other for a moment and then I grinned. He grinned back and I saw him relax a little. We went for a drink and he ended up coming back to my room and fucking me again. Most of the action took place in the cubicles and through the glory holes, with some wanking and occasional sucking at the urinals. One wet afternoon I was in the toilet wanking at the urinals with three other guys. One was older and the other two were obviously students around my age. I really fancied one of them - a tall ginger lad with an impressive cock and tried to get him to come in to a cubicle with me. However, he seemed to be content to stand wanking at the urinal and I was on the point of giving up when the door to the toilet opened noisily and a blond guy with curly hair came in. He looked mid twenties, and, although it was only around four o'clock in the afternoon, seemed to be a bit drunk. He looked around with a kind of spaced out expression and then walked over to the sinks which were just to the side of the urinals. To my surprise he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, holding on to the sink and pushing his arse out. Nothing happened for a while and then the ginger lad moved back from the urinal. I thought he was going to leave but he walked over to the blond guy, felt his arse, and then pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees. He wanked his cock a few times and then stood behind the blond guy, pushed his cock right up him and began to fuck. It was one of the horniest things I had seen yet as the ginger guy fucked him hard and fast right out in the middle of the toilet. I watched and wanked with the other two guys until the ginger lad shot his load. When he pulled out the blond guy stayed bent over and I had no hesitation in taking the ginger guy's place. I pushed my cock up the blond guy and fucked him - and after just ten or twelve thrusts I shot my load right up him. The older of the other two guys followed and then the younger one. The blond guy took four loads up him, one after the other, before pulling up his pants and stumbling drunkenly out of the toilet. Towards the end of my time in Hamburg I was at a party with the other foreign students in one of the campus bars. I got talking to a Spanish guy and we ended up in a cubicle in the toilets where he fucked me hard up against the cubicle wall before grunting and shooting his load up me. He was out of there in seconds and ignored me for the rest of the night. I didn't really care but by the end of the evening I was really drunk and horny. I decided to take a walk down the Reeperbahn, which at that time was a notorious area in Hamburg full of sex shops, cinemas and other dubious establishments. As I walked down the Reeperbahn, Laura Branigan's "Self Control" was blaring out of one of the bars. I still had the Spanish guy's load up me and I had a pleasant, squelchy feeling in my arse as I walked along and I was feeling on a bit of a high. To this day whenever I hear that song I get a feeling of excitement and anticipation. I had browsed around a couple of gay sex shops during my time in Hamburg and I had wanted to go in to one of the sex cinemas to see what it was like but I had never felt quite brave enough to go in. In my drunken state I had no such inhibitions and soon I had paid my entrance fee and was being buzzed through. I stumbled into the dark cinema and for the first time saw two fit guys fucking on the big screen. I had never experienced anything like this and I was really turned on. It took me a little while for my eyes to acclimatise to the dark and then I went for a wander round the cinema. A couple of older guys had their cocks out wanking as they watched the porn on the screen. I was standing at the back of the cinema enjoying the porn when I noticed an older guy standing next to me. He had his cock out and soon I was down sucking him off. It was not too long before I was bent over the back of a chair in the back row being fucked. I was the youngest in there by some way and looked even younger than my 20 years. I don't know how many guys fucked me that night - I was too drunk and too horny to care as I took one cock up me after another. At one point I took my trousers and pants off so that I could spread my legs to let a Turkish guy with a particularly thick cock fuck me even harder. I think just about everyone in the place fucked me and when it was over I could feel the cum running down my legs. I was starting to sober up and I realised I had better get out of there. I searched for my jeans and pants but they were no where to be seen. I had a momentary panic - it was a hot summer evening and I was only wearing a T shirt - which now was the only thing I had on apart from my socks and shoes. Fortunately eventually I found my jeans crumpled in a heap under one of the seats. I never did find my underpants - for all I know some old guy had taken them home to wank over. I managed to catch the last underground train and soon I was back in my room on campus, a big smile on my face and more cum up my arse than I had ever had before... I was coming to the end of my three months in Hamburg now and I had enjoyed every minute of it. During my last week I found another public toilet. This one was on a busy road near a junction but I found it was quite active in there. I ended up wanking with two other guys - an older guy in a suit and a younger, good looking guy in the uniform of a well known delivery company. Soon I was bent over sucking the suited guy while the delivery guy had his hand down the back of my pants, fingering my arse. I was just getting in to it when the guy I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth and stuffed it back in his pants. I was really disappointed but he motioned to me to follow him. He went out of the toilet and round the back of the toilet block where there was a wooded area. He led me to the back of the wooded area where there was a little clearing which couldn't be seen from the road. The delivery guy joined us and soon I was bent over sucking the first guy while the delivery guy fucked me up the arse. He came quite quickly and when he pulled out I offered my arse to the suited guy. He shook his head and motioned to me to keep sucking him. I went back down on his cock and it wasn't too long before he shot his cum into my mouth. He left quite quickly and I was just about to follow him when I heard a noise behind me. I turned round and a young blond lad who looked no more than about 18 stepped out from behind the bushes. I wasn't sure if he had been watching but he looked at me uncertainly and then smiled shyly as I walked towards him. He soon had his cock out and I got down on my knees and started sucking him. I had the feeling he wasn't going to last long and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked if he could fuck me. I guess he had been watching and I was well up for being fucked again. I pulled my pants down again and bent over. The young lad stood behind me, fumbling a little has he tried to push his cock up my arse. I pulled my cheeks apart to help him get his cock into my arse and soon he was right up me it up me. I turned my head to look at him and he grinned and shyly told me "I've never done this before." So that was where the young German lad had his first fuck - pants down in a clearing behind a public toilet. He fucked me well considering it was his first time, but as I had thought he didn't last very long before he shot his cum into my arse. He pulled out and I stood up. He was panting, a blissed out look on his face as he pulled up his pants and trousers and we walked out of the wooded area back towards the road. A bicycle was propped up against a tree just by the road and he grinned, climbed onto it and cycled off. I was now back at uni in Glasgow and during my final two years I joined a gay youth group and began to meet people and make friends, including my first real boyfriend. I still cruised public toilets for sex now and then though and had a few more horny experiences. One afternoon I was heading towards one of my favourite public toilets when I saw someone I knew coming out - one of my older brother's best friends. Ronnie was a few years older than me and I didn't really like him. He used to make fun of me and I thought he was a bit of a bully. I knew his work sometimes took him down to Glasgow but I had no desire to meet him and certainly didn't want him to see me in a public toilet. It didn't really occur to me to wonder just what Ronnie was doing in a public toilet in a park in a quiet area of the city - I knew he had a girlfriend and assumed he was straight. I had been at school with his girlfriend and to be honest I didn't like her much either. A couple of weeks later I was back in the same toilet. There was no one about but I could hear two guys talking in the cubicle next to me and I was sure I recognised one of the voices - I was sure it was Ronnie. Trying to be as quiet as possible I climbed up on to the toilet and I could hear the voices easier now. A quick look over the cubicle wall confirmed it was indeed Ronnie. He was in there with another guy - a fit stocky dark haired guy. Both had their pants down and I watched as Ronnie went down on the other guy and began to suck his cock. I was really turned on as I watched Ronnie sucking cock and even more so as a little later I watched him bending over the toilet. I had a perfect view from above as the dark haired guy pushed his cock up Ronnie's arse and began to fuck him. Ronnie was groaning and telling the guy to fuck him harder. "Fuck me, fuck me" he moaned "fuck me like a bitch" Although I didn't like Ronnie much it was one of the horniest things I have seen. I watched as the guy fucked Ronnie, shooting his cum deep into Ronnie's arse and shot my load down the cubicle wall. When he pulled out, Ronnie sat down on the toilet and took the guy's cock into his mouth. I was shocked - I had never seen anyone suck a cock that had just been up their arse - and the fact that it was my brother's supposedly straight mate doing it made it even more horny. Two years later, Ronnie was best man at my brother's wedding and as I watched him standing at the alter next to my brother I couldn't help picturing him bent over the toilet begging a total stranger to fuck him like a bitch... The next year flew by and soon it was the day of my graduation. I had a few hours to spare before the ceremony and, feeling horny as usual, headed to one of my favourite toilets. One of the cubicles was occupied and I had a quick look under the door. I saw two pairs of feet and went into the next cubicle. I climbed on to the toilet and looked over. A chubby blond lad was bent over the toilet, pants down being fucked by an older guy. I knew the lad who was being fucked - he was a student in my year although I wasn't sure what he was studying. I had seen him in there quite often and knew he never refused a cock - either in his mouth or up his arse and I had fucked him a few times myself. The older guy shot his load and left the cubicle and another guy took his place. I watched as he too shot his load up the blond lad and then slipped into the cubicle and fucked him myself. Later on I saw him at the graduation ceremony - he was graduating too and was posing for photographs with his proud parents. "If only they knew" I thought. After graduation I moved down to London. I was now firmly in my safe sex period. It took me a while to establish myself and the first few years in London weren't the best of times. However by the mid nineties I was established. I had friends and a job I enjoyed. Life was good. I had been in a relationship for a while and was now single. I continued to practice safe sex on every occasion. But I was also feeling bored and a bit rebellious. I had continued practicing safe sex on every occasion but I was now getting tired of always doing the right thing. At that time I had a job which took me out and about all over north London. I knew there were still quite a few active public toilets and from time to time I would join in the action. I always played safe but I was becoming more and more tempted not to bother. It would not be too long before I would be enjoying some more horny times in public toilets - but this time there would be no condoms.... Part 5 to follow

I'm a 50 year old white guy, with a medium build and could use working out, I just don't. At 6'2, 215 lbs, seven inches (cut), HIV+, I wouldn't say I was a bad looking guy. Over the weekend I was SO FUCKING horny, so I went cruising on Grindr and Scruff, looking for cock. Then I heard from a twink looking for a daddy and a place to stay for the night. Figuring I'd get to breed him (or at least have him breed me), I invited him over. He was about 5'11, 155 lbs, white, had a seven and a half inch cock, described himself as versatile but preferred to fuck me, so we got to it. I invite him into the house, led him to my bed room where we both stripped, and dropping to my knees I went down on his cock. Initially it was totally limp so I got to see and feel it grow as I slid my mouth up and down. I worked his hard, but skinny cock deep into my throat. It was long enough that it hit the back of my throat, just popping past the entrance to my throat, causing me to gag every so slightly. Yeah, he was definitely seven and a half inches. In any even, that's as far as he went into my throat before he was balls deep. Naturally he groaned with pleasure, so I had him move onto the bed where we mutually went down on each other, sucking each other in a 69 position. He was quite good at it, deep-throating my cock and flicking his tongue ring against the underside of my cock. It felt so good I found myself leaking precum like crazy. His cock was also drooling in my mouth. I couldn't wait, I NEEDED FUCKING BAD, so, I cut to the chase and asked him to fuck me. I wanted his load of cum deep in my ass. "I'm on PrEP, so I only bareback," he replied. "Fine with me," I replied, but before I could say another word, he suddenly became much more aggressive and ordered me to "Get your pussy into position," as he rolled me over, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and rubbed his cock head all over my hole, smearing his precum all over, then slowly pushing his head into my hole. Even with his precum my hole was still quite, and I grunted in pain, telling him as much. "So?" was his one word reply as he pushed harder. "More lube, guy," I answered, definitely in pain now. "Spit and precum is all I ever use, as well as the cum of other guys, if it's available," he answered in a matter-of-fact tone. The thought of using the cum of other guys as lube excited me, and got my cock even harder, notwithstanding the pain, but as the discomfort was unabating, I tried again, suggesting we use 'SPUNK' (which is great lube, by the way). "Nope, just spit," he again replied. So, I spat in my hand and tried to lube his cock as much as possible, going into a half-sitting position to do so. But apparently impatient, he placed his head at the entrance of my hole and pushed in. No luck. "Get up on all fours!" he demanded. I complied, getting into doggie position, again spitting and lubing his cock. He placed his cock head against my hole, teasing me as he pushed a bit harder each time. Again I spat and with the objective of lubing his cock, but this time as I made to lube his cock, he pushed hard against my hole. I was in the act of screaming 'Not yet!' when he cut me off with a succinct "Too late," his cock head popping into my hole, sliding in until he was balls deep. The pain was excruciating, and it seemed as if he was actually tearing my hole. Now, we had never discussed safe sex, but perhaps in recognition of as much, as he begain thrusting in and out (with a medium speed), and as tears flowed from my eyes, he casually remarked "I'm gonna breed this hole good." Then, ever gracious, he completely withdrew and asked "More spit?" I tried to give him some more, but impatiently he said "Too, slow!" as he slammed into my hole, going balls deep. I screamed in pain even as I moaned in pleasure. Laughing, he withdrew and allowed me to lube his cock. Naturally I loaded him up plenty, which was good, because he then lay back on the bed, demanding "Ride it." So I mounted him, trying to get his cock into my hole as I squatted over his cock. His cock head had just breached my ass lips when he slapped my leg out from under me and I fall on his cock, taking his cock balls deep as I feel his treasure trail along the crack on my ass. I screamed again, he laughed. For about five minutes I road his cock, only to have him say he wanted to go back to the first position, that is to say, with me on my back and my legs on his shoulders. Somehow we made this change in position without his cock ever leaving my hole, which was good because as we settled in he warned me "Do not let my cock out of your hole or I won't fuck you anymore." By this time I craved his cock, so as he resumed pounding my ass, fucking me over and over again, pulling almost completely out, only to slam back in, really opening up my ass, and absolutely bruising my prostate in the process. Finally, I sensed his cock was getting harder, and his pounding was less controlled, so I wasn't all that surprised when he slammed in deep, and somewhat convulsed. "Take that gift for the holidays," he remarked. Of course I immediately wondered if he had deliberately chosen the word 'gift' to infer he was giving me some poz cum, or perhaps it was merely a generic use. Well, I didn't have the time to think much about his 'gift' because he then rolled me over onto my stomach, spread my legs, exposing my now red sore and bred hole, and slid his cock, which was still fully erect, back into my hole, fucking me fast and deep. "Now, let me work it into you. Get it deep so you can carry it all day," power-fucking me again and again, bouncing up and down, slamming my hole. Occasionally his cock would pop out, only to be shoved right back in. "Damn, your hole is hot! Ready for another load?" "YES! FUCK YES!" I replied, as again he slammed in balls deep, trying to get even deeper, and as he bottomed-out, I felt his cock pulse several times, shooting about four quirts of cum deep into my hole. Pulling out, he demanded "Clean off my cock." So I did, noticing a coating of white and pinkish juice all over the head of his cock. I licked his cock head and then gave his entire cock a clean-up. Getting to to his feet, he pulled on his clothing, and as he walked out the door, called "Thanks, and bye," even as I was trying to pull up my shorts, and definitely before I could formulate an answer. So much for staying over night. I kept his cum in me all day, including when I went to work and visited with clients. I specifically noticed it didn't feel as if I needed to to relieve myself. When I got home from work that evening I thought I needed to shit, so I went into my bathroom, sat on the commode and gave a slight push. First some fart-like gasses, and then some juice came out. The juices were clearly his cum and it was streaked with pink, but there was no actual poop. Just his cum and my ass juices. He had obviously given me a HUGE load. About an hour later the sensation returned, and this time another large amount of cum blew out of my hole, although this time there was no trace of blood. So I found myself wondering: Did he recharge me?

Previously... Simon looked down at my GSBC and his gaze took in his ghostly pale skin and luminous white ass cheeks peeking out of his jeans. Spitting on his hand, he stretched his tanned arm behind Padraic and trailed a gooey finger into his asscrack. Padraic ground back against his probing and closed his eyes in pure pleasure at Simon’s digits and answered “something tells me you’ll be perfect for what’s next door” and nodding to me and the lads, lead Padraic to the master bedroom. I knew one masterpiece that was gonna get fine tuning, Jay and Karl would have a field day! I turned back to see Gavin standing with his trousers down and bent over. He was saying something to Theo, but I couldn’t make it out. Theo looked to me and looked back to the brown boy in front of him, in the bright purple jock. He looked back to me seemingly very conflicted as Gavin writhed in his hands, not knowing what to do with himself. I knew when to make an exit and grabbed the dog mask, though I made sure to ask Gavin all about it when we were alone later. This is what he said… Right so... I should let you know that when I heard this, it was Sunday night and Gavin and I were both scagged out in the living room. “Scagged out” for anyone from outside the UK and Ireland means that point where your body is wrecked and tired, but the uppers you have in your body won’t let you sleep, and so while you wait for the drugs to slowly leave your system, you spend a long while trying to normalise. You can try and do more drugs to chase a longer high, but it’s a fool’s game, the crash gets longer and longer too. Weed or xanax helps. Having friends who are also going through it can help too. After all, misery shared… Gavin was lying beside me on the couch that night with an unconscious Andreas on my left. We were just chatting back and forth and smoking spliffs. “Right Mike, well if you want to know what went on in that room then let’s start at the beginning. I’d been wondering about banging you for a while. Maybe it’s the drugs talking but I’ll be honest, you’re hot, but you live all the way across town. You know I’m a male nurse, so I’ve a lot of choice, I’m a lazy cunt on top of that and as I’ve said, you live across town, so I always flaked out of any meet-up with ya – sorry dude. I mean, I’ve basically got sex on tap around the Royal (the Royal Victoria Hospital on the Falls Road) – students nurses, doctors, a few horny patients, and I’ve recently gotten into some rough trade from the area. I mean, I know you offered to come to me once or twice, and I like letting the other guys do the chasing, but I generally can’t accom so I stay close to my neck of the woods. But when you showed me that photo of your cock crossing swords with the other two lads’ and all the drugs underneath… and this was while I had just woke up with a ragin horn… well. It wasn’t too much of an effort then…” I laughed at this. I’d suspected as much and though not as loved up as the previous day, I was still in a forgiving mood, cause in all honesty what gay on Grindr can say they’ve never given up on a date when they realise someone is just way too far away, or too demanding, or too vague – Sometimes I think it’s a miracle we gays ever do meet up at all. Gavin continued… “I showered and douched and put on my lucky underwear – yeah the purple ones are my lucky ones, not that I don’t have success with the green ones either. I just love knowing that as soon as my pants are down that there’s an easy access to my hole. I have to say tho, I was still a mix of emotions by the time I got to ya. Outside I’d bumped into Padraic and Theo and quickly figured out they were going to the same floor. I was immediately drawn to Theo, I mean don’t get me wrong – Padraic with his “the one hot IT guy in the office”-look, the floppy hair, the surprisingly broad shoulders, the pale white skin and red lips – I mean if he wore more fitting clothing and less fucking flannel he’d be a total babe. But Theo… Well Theo is a different kettle of fish altogether eh? I know he’s your dealer and all, and normally I’d steer clear of the straight type who would be more at home banging nasty Falls Road girls with their fake tan and press on nails, but one look at that thick reddish beard, those bushy eyebrows and those tattoos everywhere – even on the back of his hand! Well I was hooked. I guess I came looking to be a bad boy, and Theo was all that I wanted to be that morning. While we waited for you to answer the bell – you took fucking forever by the way! – Padraic made awkward conversation with me, but Theo kept to himself, just yes or no answers. I could feel his eyes on me though. In the elevator I kept rubbing my sides – I commented that I was just after a workout and sore, and let my t-shirt hike up a little to show my waist. I also did some tricep stretches which lifted my top and showed my treasure trail through my six-pack. Each time I could feel his eyes on me. Then of course you answered the door. I didn’t know who you were at time, but the looks on our faces must’ve been priceless! I guess I was in it for the whole experience and got over my shock the quickest, cause when I quickly scanned from side to side the other two hadn’t moved! They were still stunned. I had to break the spell and sorta nudged… well, pushed, Padraic in the door as you ushered us up quickly through the lower floor and up the stairs. I can understand why you did it so quickly, cause I overheard Padraic actually tsk-tsk when we passed that hottie getting fisted. Though I heard he took a DP of two BBCs later, so wouldn’t that be a bit hypocritical – a case of the pot calling the kettle black… and big… and doubly penetrated. Haha. At this point (back on the Sunday) Gavin had broken his tale to chuckle at his own joke and break off the growing ash off his joint. As he turned over to the ashtray I reached over and put on the Pinscher pup mask. When he turned back I jumped on him and scared the fucker full-on.. “Oh fuck off, ye mad bastard” Gavin shouted out, while desperately trying to hold on to his joint. I barked and grabbed him. He didn’t even try to struggle as I flipped him on his back and rested his legs on my shoulders. I was only wearing the mask and a red jockstrap (one of Simon’s I guessed, or maybe Karl’s – I wasn’t sure) and so had no problem hooking out my swollen cock and finding his sloppy hole. Gavin’s mood shifted and he just looked up at me bemusedly and nodded. I could feel his tense body relax as I shoved my cock into his juicy brown ass, and gave some light-hearted thrusts. Leaning forward I growled deep in my throat and then slowly touched his nose with my snout. I barked again. Gavin didn’t break eye contact and I saw his eyes crinkle at the edges as he laughed. “Are you quite done Dealer dog? Cause you can try for round five, but I don’t think either you or me have any cum left…” I chuckled and clambered off him, very matter–of-factly letting my still hard cock pull out and spring back up with a “schlop” noise. Gavin reached down and fingered himself a little. Pulling up his fingers to his mouth, he licked himself and raised an eyebrow… “I think there’s some of your cum still left in there from last time” I pulled off the mask and pulled his fingers to my mouth. They tasted of ass, deep sweaty, chemmed up ass juice. Fucking delicious. Thank god the scagging out hadn’t affected my taste buds. But everywhere else at that point was frazzled. I hadn’t even been horny enough to keep fucking him. I’d just shoved it in cause over the previous 30 hours my cock had been in and out of all kinds of holes and it seemed like a habit at this point. Gavin passed up the joint to me and continued. “Back to yesterday - I noticed that Kurk fella almost running out of the room like there was a fire or something.. Of course later Theo told me who he was. Mental huh? You’d think you’d recognise someone like that from the news. Guess it shows how little attention we pay in public... Anyways, I was in the room with you trying to explain the situation to Padraic and Theo when Simon came in. Smarmy bastard, though gorgeous and he sure fuckin knows it. Of course when he turned his charm on me I was like a rabbit in headlights. I had a massive hard-on as soon as he started asking me about my undies. Later, when Padraic was showing me his ass pics on the phone, I was getting light-headed cause I was so horned up. I basically shoved my tongue down your ex’s throat. What a great kisser by the way! It was hot to peek out of the corner of my eyes and look at you and Theo watching us. All that tension in the room! So fucking hot!” I had ducked down at this point cause I wanted to see if I could get any remaining droplets of cum from his hole. I spread his legs and started licking as he continued… “Then Simon started kissing the two of us on the bed. All the my inhibitions were giving way. I remember saying to myself to just give into what was gonna happen there that day. And next thing I know you’re asking Padraic and me to try the coke. I was so horned up and so jittery with nerves. I’m a nurse so I’ve seen a lot of the bad side of drugs, but I’ve always wondered why people risk so much for them. I’ve smoked a tonne of weed though. So I also knew that some people can ruin the fun for the rest of us by being overprotective. Anyways, all that was going through my head when you and Theo motioned me over and showed me the ins and outs of it all. I’d heard most of it before, but I kinda like the way Theo was talking to me so I let him think I was really naïve. And I kinda got the feeling you were somehow pushing me toward him too Mike. After I tried that line, you made us hug and then asked me to dance in front of all of you.” I pulled back from his ass cheeks at that and let out a chuckle. I’d been pretty effective in cleaning up some trickles of cum and ass juice from Gavin’s worn hole. I guess not all the pleasure effects of the ecstasy had been used up, cause rasping my tongue over and into his chapped pucker… damn… “..of course I’m always in the Kremlin and love me some cheesy pop music. It was probably the coke, I was still getting used to that mad high, but when that song played I turned up all the dials and danced my arse off. And I started to shake my ass your way cause I still wasn’t sure about Theo, but you turned me toward him and he didn’t complain. That was hot. Having him lay his rough tattooed hands on my exposed ass and mess around with my jockstrap. Fuck me, his touch was electric! I was tenting hard on the other side. And all that mad coke energy fizzing around inside my head. I just knew then and there, that I was a sexy motherfucker and I was gonna seduce that bearded dealer. Fuck him being straight, fuck my general attitude of letting guys chase me, I wanted to, no I needed to get bred by Theo as soon as physically possible! So then when you guys all upped and left, I’d been guiding Theo’s hands over my jockstrap and onto my asscheeks. I could hear him breathing deeply and start to get tense. I didn’t want to break the spell, but I felt that if I asked him to finger me now it’d be too much and he’d run for it. I felt almost telepathic with the coke-high. Such a totally different high to pills or weed, isn’t it? So I was thinking about the coke and asked him “Hey Theo, have you ever snorted coke off anyone’s ass before?” He laughed at that and replied that he had, but only a chick’s ass. I told him that with the contrast of my ass he’d be sure not to miss any of it and he laughed and said he was a pro and would never miss a crumb. I told him to prove it, and lowered my back so my ass was at a right degree angle – making a perfect little snorting table. He asked me slowly whether he should really do it. Something about the way he asked that, thinking back now, I think he was also asking himself for permission. I was still bent over and facing forward when I felt his left hand reach for the coke, crush it on the desk and gather it up and sprinkle it on me. The anticipation was intense. I was high as fuck and every sensation seemed heavy with meaning – the slow deliberate crunch of the powder under the credit-card, the drawn-out scrape of it being portioned out – I kept thinking Theo was weighing his options while he did these things. Then nothing; a brief silence before I realised I could feel the slow tickling pitter-patter of it being poured on my ass-cheek, the return of Theo’s steady hand holding my cheek steady as he took aim and decidedly snorted it all in... As Gavin said this, I pulled back out again from his warm slick hole. Wiping the spit and sweat off my face, I asked, “show me on your ass where he put down the line”. Gavin took a shuddering breath, I could tell that recounting this tale was seriously making him horn-up again. He pointed to his left cheek and traced a line. I bent down and gently kissed his trembling skin. He continued… Yeah it was at that point that I pushed my hand back against his pants. He was sporting a massive boner himself and so when I reached back and started massaging his bump, he gently started rubbing into my grip. He had tossed his head back after snorting his line and as I turned around all I could see was his chin. Sensing my window of opportunity, I quickly went to work on his belt buckle while continuing to rub his dick with my other hand. It’s not my first time with a straight lad, and I’d enough of a clue that the more pleasure you give, the less they care. I’m a pro at belts and soon enough I was unzipping his jeans revealing a heavy bulging prize in loose fitting wine-coloured boxers underneath. I massaged his hard-on through the thin fabric and started to lap and trace the outlines. With my other hand I stroked under his shirt to rub his fuzzy stomach. He had the smallest paunch – something to cushion your head in the night. I felt his whole body shudder as he drew in another shuddering breath. A hand grabbed mine mid belly-rub. I heard him clearing his throat “What you doing there lad?” I spoke up to him, my cheek resting against his pulsing still-covered dick. As I spoke my lips brushed against the fabric. “Shh relax Theo. It’s just a blowjob. Nothing to be scared of” I heard him snort up the remaining coke left in his nostrils and shake his head. His body tensed suddenly, then relaxed. It tensed again. I wasn’t sure what was going on in his head. I gently started to nuzzle against his bulging piece, and he didn’t make any move. I turned my face face into it and started lapping the outline again. His hand on mine loosened and I heard a weird moan come out of him. With my free hand I slowly moved it up to his waistband. I lowered my other hand out of his grasp and hooked his jeans and boxers with both hand started slowly edging down. I went about it slowly but deliberately. I didn’t want to shock him. I just hoped against hope that noone would take that time to come in and visit. As his boxers started to show more ginger-russet thatch, I got a whiff of his clean man smell – he’d showered that morning, and there was a hint of soap and sandalwood, but mostly there was a clean sharp scent of a man. Fuck! I breathed it in deep. I continued edging his pants down and over his rock hard manhood. Oh Mike… I was listening and also using my tongue to invade Gavin’s mahogany pucker. His Pakistani half meant his skin around his nipples, cock and ass were all a deeper brown to the rest of his caramel tones. Around his taint the colouring was a marbling of the dark and lighter hues. Watching the dark brown give way to pale and back again as he writhed under my attentions, I was entranced. I could see why skin colour was such a turn-on for Simon and Theo. I spat on his upturned hole (as much as I was able to in my state) and watched the white wad of spit run down his taint. It looked like old-fashioned furniture, yet smelled like nutmeg or something. I heard Gavin groan “Oh Mike…” It seemed that even though we were both wrecked, the story was turning him on again too. Our spirits were willing, but our bodies were.. well scagged out. Gavin continued… Oh Mike! You should have seen it. At least 7 inches and real thick. With a floppy hood that still had covered the whole head even though he had a massive hard-on. I edged the underwear down and released the beast. It bobbed in front of my eyes. I nuzzled against his naked cock and breathed my hot breath down the shaft. I made little nipping kisses as I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. Oh man the lad was hung and sporting two lovely heavy balls too. I got methodical and started licking up the velvety shaft. Playfully at first, but then getting more intense. As soon as the head was fully glistening cause of my licking, I tentatively covered the whole thing with my mouth. Reflex got the better of me and I looked up in classic blowjob pose – big eyes and lips stretched around his cockhead. This can be a make-or-break moment for a lot of straight dudes – and I’d stupidly done it too early – before I’d shown him how good at head I was. Luckily Theo was staring straight down past me – staring straight at my arse. By this point I had shuffled around on my hands and knees and was on all fours in front of him. My number 1 asset was up in the air away from him. I reached to Theo’s hands and guided them down to it again. He was transfixed. I returned my attention to his cock and slowly deep-throated the entire beast. I heard him groan again as his hands started kneading my ass. He started to thrust. Crisis averted! I’d caught me a straight boy!

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

Part 2 I was feeling very horny when I went into the toilets at Marble Arch that day and I was also feeling bored and restless. In those days the big underground toilet at Marble Arch had a lot of urinals at one end and a row of cubicles along the back wall at the other end with another row of cubicles up each side. This created pockets that were hidden from general view and at that time there was a lot of activity in the cubicles. Guys would often stand up on the toilets to watch the action going on in the neighbouring cubicles. I started off at the urinals where there was a lot of wanking going on. I joined in and soon I was standing between a young black guy and a mid thirties Italian looking dark haired guy in track suit bottoms who was wanking a huge cock. The young black guy started breathing heavily and then started shooting his spunk into the urinal. Then the dark haired guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared up the back of the toilets towards the cubicles. I had a look round and there was no one who really interested me at the urinals apart from a young lad in a cap but he was busy being wanked off by an older guy. I decided to go after the Italian looking guy and made my way down towards the cubicles. I got there just in time to see him disappearing into one. I had a fleeting view of someone else entering the cubicle just in front of him. All the other doors were shut so I waited and after a short time a door opened and a guy came out of one of the cubicles next to the one the Italian guy had gone into. I went in and soon I was up on the toilet looking over into the next cubicle. The Italian guy was there and with him was a fit ginger lad in a smart white shirt and dark trousers who looked to be in his mid twenties. I love ginger lads and I was really turned on as I watched. The ginger lad was sitting on the toilet sucking the cock of the dark haired guy who had his trackies and pants down at this knees. I was wanking now as I watched them but the scene was about to get much hornier as the ginger lad stood up, handed something to the dark haired guy and turned round and bent over the toilet. I assumed it was a condom he had handed the guy but it was actually a small sachet of lube and I watched as he rubbed some on ginger lad's arse and some on his cock. He then stood behind the ginger lad and pushed his cock right up his arse without a condom.. I was shocked but very turned on and I had a perfect view from above of the dark haired guy's thick cock moving in and out ginger lad's arsehole. I watched and wanked as he fucked ginger lad and suddenly I realised ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back., Dark haired guy was getting close now and soon he threw his head back, thrusting his cock hard up ginger lad's arse and obviously blowing a load right up him.. I watched as dark haired guy pulled his cock out ginger lad's arse, stuffed it back in his pants and left the cubicle. Ginger lad looked up at me and grinned again. He motioned to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I knew even at that point what I was going to do. I went in and ginger lad was sitting on the toilet again. I got my cock out and he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. I was already close to coming so after a short time I pulled my cock out his mouth. Without a word he got up, turned around, pulled his smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid right up him and began to fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't - after about ten to twelve thrusts I shot a massive load right up his unprotected arse. The last time I had bareback sex it was a lapse. This time it was deliberate and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fucked bare again and a few weeks later I fucked a guy I met in a bar without a condom. I didn't fuck bare for a while after that and then I one afternoon I was in the cruisy toilets at Hilton Park motorway service station and I fucked a smartly dressed mid twenties black guy in a cubicle. I had noticed the wedding ring when I was sucking him and somehow this made it even more exciting when I blew a big load right up his tight arse. A few weeks later one of my friends from Scotland came down for a weekend. Alan and I were the same age, and he had been together with his partner for some years. I knew he sometimes strayed when he was away from home and we had been out cruising together. I had never seen him in action but I knew he was always very careful about safe sex. On the Saturday night we were drinking in a gay bar in West London and we got chatting to a young twinky boy with dyed blond hair. It was clear that Alan was into him and the attraction seemed to be mutual. I went to the toilet and when I came back the blond boy went to the bar. To my surprise Alan asked me if I was up for a threesome. I wasn't sure but Alan assured me the lad was up for doing it with both of us and the idea began to turn me on more and more. A short time later the three of us arrived back at my flat. I went to the toilet and when I came back Alan's pants were down and the young lad was down sucking his cock. I was impressed by the size of Alan's cock and how big and thick it was. I joined in and soon I was being sucked by the blond lad. Alan sat down and spread his legs and the blond lad went down on him. I was really turned on by the whole situation and Alan motioned to me to come towards him and I did. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and began to suck me off. We moved to the bedroom and I started sucking Alan's cock as the blond lad rimmed my arse. A bit later I was being sucked by the blond lad and Alan was rimming his arse. Alan said he wanted to fuck and I indicated the condoms and the lube I had left by the side of the bed. Alan picked up the lube and a condom. A few moments later I felt the blond lad pushed forward onto my cock as Alan pushed his cock up him and began to fuck. I then noticed the condoms at the side of the bed - there had been three of them before and there were still three. Alan hadn't used the condom. I got up and went round to the bottom of the bed. I looked at Alan's cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked. Alan looked at me and shook his head. I was shocked - I had never thought Alan would do something like that but I didn't have much time to think because after a while Alan pulled out blond boy's arse and indicated that I should take over. I reached for a condom and Alan stopped me. He looked at me and pulled my bare cock towards blond boy's arse. Blond boy didn't seem to care as Alan and I took turns fucking him bare and I don't think I have ever been so turned on as I was when I watched Alan groan and shoot his load up blond boy's arse. I took over and the knowledge that I was about to add my load to Alan's drove me over the edge and I gave blond boy another load to add to the one he already had up there. The next day I told Alan how turned on I had been by the whole experience. Alan replied explaining he normally played safe but now and then he got bored of condoms. I said I was the same and we began to talk about sex. We both got horny and ended up back in bed together. Alan asked me if I wanted to fuck him and said I could do it without a condom if I wanted. I had known Alan for ten years and would never have guessed he was such a dirty fucker. I slid my cock up his tight arse and fucked him. We fucked three more times before he went home and each time I blew a load up his arse. About ten minutes before it was time to drive him to the station he said he was horny again and he dropped his pants and took another load up his arse before getting on the train to go back to his boyfriend. I was getting careless, but I told myself that I might fuck without a condom now and then but would not let myself be fucked. At that time I had a job which took me out and about in north London and one evening, about 6.30 PM, I went into a public toilet at the top of Stamford Hill. A tall young black guy was wanking a big cock at the urinals and we ended up in a cubicle together. I was sucking his cock and he was reaching down the back of my pants to finger my hole. He wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he had a condom. He didn't, and neither did I. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom but I wouldn't. The black guy pressed me, promising he wouldn't come in my arse. Desperately horny, and admittedly tired of always doing the right thing, I agreed that he could fuck me as long as he didn't come inside me. I dropped my pants, lubed myself up, and bent over. The guy pushed his cock up me and began to fuck. I was so turned on at being fucked, even more so that I was being fucked bareback in a public toilet in a busy area of London. I knew even then that he was going to come up me and I was going to get a load of cum in my arse for the first time in almost ten years but I also knew that I wasn't going to stop him. He was getting faster now and I could tell he was getting close. I groaned "Don't come up me." "I won't, mate, I promise," he gasped, breathing excitedly. Just then he bent over me and put his arms round me. He pulled me tight against him, humped me hard three of four times and shot his load right up me. He was out of the cubicle in seconds, leaving me bent over the toilet with my pants down and a big load of cum up my arse. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I pushed the door shut and wanked myself off, needing only three or four strokes before I shot a massive load of cum all down the wall of the cubicle. As I walked down the hill I knew I should feel worried but I didn't. I knew it would not be too long before I did it again..... Part 3 to follow

Ryan did react though when Brutus walked into the room and sat down on the bed with his legs spread pointing at the space between them, Ryan shuffled over and Brutus reached down grabbing the boys balls and dick in his massive hand squeezing them very tight making the boy grimace and squirm in discomfort as Brutus whispered in the his ear, Carlos lit a cigar “he’s reminding the slut not to play with his dick on his own”, I smirked “fucking nice” Ryan was nodding as Brutus let the his cock and nuts go before pulling the boy very close to him rubbing the lads shoulders before pushing his hands down and pulling apart the kids butt cheeks giving us a view of the boys pink pucker that though it had closed up, opened nice and easily as Brutus pushed his thick finger into it and pulling it out a little making it dribble spunk, I got excited “is Brutus going to fuck the kid?”, Carlos blew out some smoke “depends”, I took a zip of my brandy not taking my eyes off the delicious scene “on what?”, Carlos laughed “on him fucking bobby here of course!”. I coughed and laughed “you sly old Dog!” Carlos sniggered “I know but I know you and your filthy mind, you were thinking about it upstairs”, I had to nod and grin “true” I watched as Brutus pushed two fingers into Ryan’s sweet pussy while looking at us over the kids shoulder with a big sly grin on his face “, Carlos poured me some more brandy “lets face it mate, you’ve fucked bobby, Duke’s fucked bobby, I’ve fucked bobby and we’ve all seeded his cunt, and I know you well enough to know you want him to take more spunk so why not here?”, I thought about it for a moment nodding “your right but I do not know if I want him pimped”. I sipped my drink as I watched Brutus effortlessly finger fuck Ryan as they deep kissed “now that kid is a born whore” Carlos chopped some coke and did a line and handed me the mirror sniffing hard as I did a line “your boy may be one too, have you asked him?”, I admit that statement threw me for a moment and I raised my eyebrows and Carlos chucked grinning “ask him”. We watched Brutus stand up and pull off his tight black t shirt, I do not think I have ever seen a man so hairy, his body was covered with a thick pelt of black hair, Ryan just knelt with bugging eyes as Brutus kicked off his shoes before undoing his slacks and letting them drop to the floor stepping out of them, his semi hard cock sticking out and hanging down like some obscene tube of flesh, the kid seemed frozen for a moment before he tentatively reached up holding the monster cock in his hand and guiding it into his mouth, Brutus grinned at us slyly through the mirror giving us the thumbs up. As Ryan started to slowly, even nervously suck Brutus I rubbed my crotch growling “I’ll ask Bobby, and if he says ‘no’ I’ll tell him”, Carlo slapped my shoulder “good man, now let’s enjoy the show”, I unzipped my shorts and lit a cigar “fuck yeah” and then pondered out loud “where the fuck is Duke?”

Another true story Brenda Two weeks of the best sex I ever had with a woman. That’s what comes to mind when I think of when I hear the name. The first night I met her was Sunday at the local gay bar, when was there with some friends from University of Texas at Tyler. We had a mutual friend who introduced us. I’d been eyeing her since I walked through the door that night, cutest face, Long auburn hair, and the short miniskirt she was wearing should make any guy’s cock hard, just imagining what’s under it. She was wearing a button down top that showed just how well developed her breasts were, and those green eyes just captivated me. Our mutual friend Diane saw me taking a good hard look. She wandered up beside me while I was ordering a beer at the bar. “Close your mouth cowboy and come on over to meet her,” she said, I’ll introduce you.” She laughs “to tell you the truth you caught her eye also when you came in, she asked if I knew you.” “Must be fate.” she says. I grab my beer and walk over and Diane makes the introductions, “Breasts here, is Brenda” , Brenda hit her on the shoulder and giggles, I blushed and took her hand. “And my cowboy friend with the big box here is Steve“, and she gropes my groin. “Well you two run on and have fun.” She says, as she grabs her husband’s arm and they go onto the dance floor. “Damn she knows how to embarrass a person” I say. “Yeah, I know.” Brenda replies, and I ask her to dance. We stay on the dance floor for a few songs, and talked. While dancing she asked if I’m gay, and I say “no, I’m bi.” She reaches up and kisses me. “Thanks for the dance, I like you.” “ I like you too. The last dance before the drag show that night was a slow one and she puts her head on my chest, and runs her fingers up and down playing with my chest hair. Her hair smelled sweet. I liked that contact with her, and if that was all we ever had it would have been worth it. They announced the drag show would be starting in a few minutes so we decided to take a seat at a table back by the DJ’s booth. Everyone was watching the stage. Someone needed the table and a chair for a handicap person, so w offered our able, and my chair and I stood by Brenda, who was sitting on a bench seat without a back that just sat against the wall. She reached up and grabbed my crotch. “You know” she says, “I could just sit in your lap”, as she starts popping the buttons on my Jeans. “Oh, hell that sound like a fine idea to me.” As I bend down to kiss her. She sucks on my tongue and it sends shivers down my spine. I kneel on the floor before her like I’m picking something up off the floor. Nobody notices. So I reach up under her skirt and pull her panties down. They are soaked, and stuff them into my jeans pocket. I work my fingers into her wet pussy and come back up to kiss her. Her pussy was so hot, and slick. She started moaning. I get back up and she got off the chair. I sat down, and she pulls my hard cock out of my semi opened jeans, and played with it for a moment or so. It’s blocked from view by her, so it wasn’t likely anyone would see us. I lean back against the wall and she gets in my lap facing me. Straddling me, and putting her arms around my neck. I put my hands on the miniskirt to keep it covering her butt. We started kissing as my cock worked its way up into her sweet wet pussy. Oh, that feeling was something else. My cock was so sensitive, and she was dripping the whole time. It was like my cock was made just for her, it fit into that lick velvety hole just perfect. We simply rocked back and forth thru the whole Drag show, giggling and moaning and kissing. nobody paid us any mind. I bent my head down and sucked on the top of her breasts, then ran my tongue up her neck to her ear, and them back to kissing. We had to kiss each time she had an orgasm ,so we wouldn’t make too much noise. As the show was ending I shot my load upwards into her. We had to be quick here while the confusion of the show ending was distracting everyone, so I pushed my still rigid cock back into my wet jeans, and she got off my lap. With her back to me, and put her hand back and I handed her the panties. I walked in front of her and she put them back on while I was blocking the view. Good thing the lights weren’t on yet. We just barely got ourselves back together before Diane and her husband walked up, “oh, there you two are, we’ve been looking for you.” She says. “Yeah, we’ve just been sitting back here.” I reply. “Well, I need Gerald to give our friends over there a ride home, seems there ride got lucky and left, so I wanted to know if you would give Brenda and I a ride home to Tyler?” “SURE!”, I say. Maybe a bit overly enthusiastically. As the lights start coming up I hear a voice from the behind me. “Steve I want to talk to you before you leave.” So I tell the girls if they will wait by my car I’ll be right out. They head on out , and I turn around and it’s one of the owners of the bar, he’s also the DJ. He smiles at me and says “do you know your pants are all wet?” “Uh, Uh,” I stutter. “ Yeah, I can see everything from my booth you know. And the fact that I am bi myself, and it was one of the most erotic scenes I have ever seen is the only thing that kept me from coming out and stopping you.” He laughs “Don’t do it again though, this is a gay bar, I have a reputation to keep, Please?” I know I’m blushing. “Ok” I say. “That’s all I wanted” he says and starts off towards the office. I head out to my car, where the girls are waiting. Unfortunately the lock had jammed on the front passenger door earlier in the day, and I wasn’t going to be able to get it fixed for a few days. So both girls sit in the back seat. We turn the radio to a station they want to listen to and we head out. When we get to the I-20 and Estes I turn heading west to Tyler from Longview. I hear them giggling and whispering in the back seat. Just about the time I hit 70, Brenda, climbs up thru the center between the two bucket seats and says “HI.” then she reaches over unbuckles my belt and pops the buttons on my jeans. “You don’t mind do you?” She asks OH, HELL NO I DON’T MIND.” I say, as she starts sucking my once again throbbing hard cock. “FUCK” I say, as I shoot and realize I have pushed the accelerator to the floor. “Diane, you have to drive.” I say. So Diane being the small woman she is and laughing about the whole situation works her body between Brenda and the other seat till she gets in the passenger seat. The whole while Brenda doesn’t let up on my cock. I’m panting and moaning and trembling. Then I notice I have accelerated over 100, and have to back it down again. “Brenda stop“, I ask, as Diane grabs the wheel with one hand and Brenda gets back in the back seat. Then I climb thru the opening between the seats as Diane sticks her foot on the accelerator. As I’m climbing over Diane slaps my now bare butt and says “you go cowboy” still laughing. When I get to the back seat I pin Brenda to the drivers side door and give her a deep passionate kiss. I start unbuttoning her blouse as I move down to her breasts. I suck on her nipples and make swirling motions with my tongue as I work a few fingers into her pussy and she pulls the other hand to her mouth and sucks on those fingers. I slowly move my head down and lift her miniskirt and pull her panties off then I stick my tongue up inside her pussy, tasting her, and swallowing the juices flowing from her. I just lap at her pussy as she moans for several minutes then she orgasms. I work my way back up to her breasts again Then slide my hard cock into her moist hole , and start fucking her. As I do this she grabs my shirt and tears it open. So without missing a stroke, I shuck the shirt off. We fucked all the way to Diane’s house with my tongue in her mouth, or sucking on her breasts, And she kept her fingernails scratching my back moaning and speaking just as naughty to me as I was her. I shot 2 loads in her by the time we pulled into the drive, and have no idea how many times she came. As I went back down to her pussy to eat her out again, Diane turns the car off. I go ahead and am licking her when I hear, “We’re here boys and girls.” Diane is still laughing at us. I come up and give Brenda another deep kiss. Then she put her blouse back on, and I just slipped my shirt back on, buttoned up my jeans, and straightened my hat, and we went inside the house to wait for Diane’s husband to get home. It’s 4 am by then, and he is uncomfortable with the idea of me sleeping over, which was Diane’s idea. Besides which I had to be at work the next day, so I drove on home. We only dated two weeks but my balls were sore every day we fucked so much. She was hot for me, and I for her. She had to go home to Houston for spring break, and her parents wouldn’t let her come back to U T because they found out, she had started taking drugs while she was there. They put her into a rehab program. I talked to Diane many times to see how Brenda was doing, and her parents wouldn‘t let her talk to any of her friends from up here. All I can say is if we had been able to stay together, I think we would have literally fucked ourselves to death before it was all said and done. But what a way to die. Those are two weeks I will always remember. So if you are female and read this story, and at some point in time you happen to run across a cowboy who always smiles at the name Brenda, it’s most likely me, please introduce yourself, and tell him of this story. And if it’s not me, I think you’ll wind up with a wonderful story of your own to remember. 　 　 　 　 　 　

PART 3 It took a bit of pressure, and he did back out once or twice, but I got him to fuck again. After a couple of weeks I could tell he was getting pretty comfortable with the situation. I even got him to flip a couple of times and shoot his neg load in my ass. He wasn't a natural top, but had potential. After one of our sessions, I asked him, "So, have you been fucked bare by anyone else?" He replied he he had not. "Why not?" I asked. "It makes me nervous," he said. "But you think about it a lot, don't you? Especially when you're cumming" which I put more as a statement than a question. He admitted he did. "I have a fuckbuddy Tom, who is also undetectable," I said. "I think he would like you and I think you would like him. For our next session, I'm going to invite him to join." Even though he had just cum, I could see his cock stiffen at the prospect. I told Tom what I was up to, and he was open to the opportunity, so I set up a meeting at my place the following weekend. I had Tom come over early and we had a beer and made out while we waited for our new initiate to arrive. Tom is mid 30s, medium-to-short height and built like a football player. Tom's cock is of medium length, but very thick, and he has a very muscular ass. When he arrived, I could see he liked Tom and was turned on by the situation. I told him to undress and show us his boyish body. He was nervous, but I think he liked doing a little striptease for us. His cock was rock hard. I had him turn around, bend over and show us his hole. Tom and I took our cocks out and started stroking them. I told him to do a hit of poppers and tell Tom what kind of sex he likes. As he stared at Tom's cock, he replied "I like bare fucking. I like to slide my raw cock in a guy's hole; I like the feel of a raw cock in my ass; I also love it when a guy cums inside me; that feels like exactly how sex should be for me." "You've also been thinking about other raw cocks, haven't you?" I asked. He nodded. "Why don't you ask Tom about what he likes?" I said. He did as I instructed. I told him to go over and suck on Tom's cock while he got his answer. Tom said, "I'm your basic poz bareback slut. I only fuck raw; I only get fucked raw; I particularly like getting loaded by a group of guys and feeling my ass so full of their cum that it leaks down my leg; and I love just watching a bare cock fucking another slut's ass." As Tom was saying this, he was reaching around to stroke and finger our new initiate's ass. Tom and I then took turns eating him out, each shucking our clothing while the other ate ass. While I was rimming, Tom said, "Damn you've got a beautiful ass; it tastes great; and it looks great with a tongue deep in it." Looking-up from the ass I was eating, I said it was about time Tom got to explore that fine ass with his bare cock. I fed the boy a big hit of poppers while Tom slid in from behind. As they got into the rhythm, I asked how it felt to be fucked by a second bare cock. "Different," he said, "thicker than you, and with a different style." I told him that it was good for him to understand that different bare tops felt different. Variety, after all, is the spice of life. I told him that you can really tell the difference without the discomfort of latex in the way. After a while, Tom pulled out to let me in, and he sucked Tom's cock, his first spit roasting. We traded a few times, in different positions, then while I was fucking him, I pulled out and said, "Before either of us cums in you, I want to show you something, I want you to see what two poz guys barebacking looks like." Tom presented his ass to me, and I gave it a good licking, before sliding my already slick dick inside. Tom was moaning in ecstasy, and he was mesmerized. "Look how free and in the moment Tom looks as I ride him, " I said, "he's not conflicted at all." Tom looked at our initiate, smiled and grunted in assent. "I'm like that too," I said, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." After a bit, I had him switch with me fucking Tom. While he was doing so, I slid into his ass for a little daisy chain. He came in Tom's ass almost immediately. Clearly he had been really turned on by our little show. When he'd recovered, I told him I wanted him to take Tom's load followed by mine. He was a little over-sensitive after having shot, but he took it like a man. Tom had him on his back on the carpet, looking in his eyes really lustfully. Tom tensed up, and then blew big time. When Tom recovered, he withdrew, and I cleaned Tom's cock, sharing its taste with the boy. Then I slid in for my final thrusts. "Your ass is slick with cum," I said as I looked deeply in his eyes, "with the cum of another barebacker … like you." As he smiled, I shot deep into him. The three of us cuddled for a while. I told the two of them they seemed to have really good chemistry, and they should definitely exchange numbers and try fucking as a twosome. Tom planted a big kiss on him and said he'd like that very much. To be continued …

PART 2 I saw him on BBRTS again a few days later. I messaged him and asked whether he had done what I suggested. He told me he had. Our exchange then was: me: And how did it feel? him: I shot the biggest fucking load. me: And in that moment, did you feel like you could do it, you could let me fuck you bare and cum inside you? him: Yeah, in that moment. me: But afterwards you felt ashamed? him: Yeah. me: But then you did it again once or twice. him: Yes. me: Get out the poppers now and take a nice big hit. Then message me back. him: Okay … done. me: I'm going to fuck you today. Give me your address. There was a long pause, but he did send me the address. I told him to keep hitting the poppers and clean out his ass. I'd be there in half an hour, then I logged off, so he wouldn't have time to back out. When he let me in, he was clearly so anxious he was just about shaking. I put my hand on his heart and told him, "It's racing because you are afraid but also because you are excited. Let the fear go and let the excitement take over. You're finally doing this thing you've been thinking about for so long." And with that I gave him a deep tongue kiss. I felt his resistance ebb. He started feeling up my muscular body, and ultimately the cock bulge in my jeans. And then he led us to his bedroom. I had him undress me first and then I took off his clothes. Damn he looked sexy. I had him chew on my nips, lick my pits and then suck my cock. He was a pretty good cocksucker surprisingly. Then I turned him around, and had him get on his hands and knees on the bed so I could eat out his ass. I gave him a long tonguing, with just a little bit of nibbling now and then, and had him hit the poppers a few times. He was in heat. Then I turned him on his back, put a pillow under his butt and put his ankles on my shoulders. I told him, "I'm only going to use a little lube. As you'll see, one of the benefits of bare fucking is that your ass juice and my precum are going to be enough to keep us going." Then I put just a little bit of gun oil on my cock, while he watched intently. Then I said, "Now I want you to take a hit of the poppers and watch closely as I push into you. This is what you've wanted so badly. Look how hot it looks when a big bare cock is sliding into your own ass." He did as I said. His ass felt great. Neither tight as a virgin, nor loose like a confirmed slut. He'd clearly been fucked a fair amount before, and knew how to take it without much difficulty. I stared into his eyes and said, "It feels fucking great, doesn't it?". "Yeah, " he said, "really great." I fucked him that way for a while, then switched to a few different positions, having him take my cock ass to mouth a couple of times to bring home to him that we were really doing this bare. Then I had him back on his back and told him I wanted him to look at my face 'cause I was going to shoot my cum inside him. The look on his face as I got close was great. He was clearly very excited. I thought about what I had planned for this boy, grunted and squirted out a nice big load, deep at first but making sure to leave some of it shallow. I stayed in for a bit, then slipped out. He was in a state of bliss. I told him to start jerking himself off. As he did so, I fingered a little of my load out and had him suck on it. Then I told him to stick his own finger in and feel my cum in his ass. As he did so, he shot -- high enough to reach his shoulder. I lapped up some of it and gave him a deep kiss. We lay there for a while. And I told him that however good he felt now, however proud of himself, later on he would probably feel shame and regret. "It's natural," I said. "But you will go back to thinking about how hot this was and wanting to do it again," I told him, "and we are going to do it again, and after a few times you won't experience the shame and regret anymore." To which he just nodded. To be continued …