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I am so glad you guys are enjoying it! Thanks for the comments. Part: 10 So I spent the next few months taking poz load after poz load. My son turned 18 but stayed in town and went to the local college. The wife still had no sex appetite but that was fine by me. Honestly, our marriage was better than it ever was. One day I got an updated notification on the app. “it’s time to share your gift. We know you enjoy taking a poz load, but how about giving one? Help our community grow. With this new app upgrade (platinum level) you can toggle on your app between top and bottom. Happy hunting.” Fuck, this was a new twist. I had been having so much fun being a cum dump I didn’t care about topping but now that the app mentioned it. The idea of spreading my seed turned me on. I was home alone again so I figured I would try the new feature, I flipped the app to top, entered notes and hit search. Within 10 minutes I got a notification. There was a bottom on his way. This would be the first time fucking in my house. I was a bit nervous but the family was gonna be gone for a few hours so I should be ok. The front doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood a guy, pretty cute, looked college age. Nice and fit with a huge smile on his face. “You ordered?” “Come on in, how old are you?” “19 sir” Fuck, so young, my cock twitched. I was leading him to my bedroom when we walked by my son’s room. I don’t know why, but I turned and went in there again. Something about fucking my poz load into this 19-year-old kid on my sons bed turned me on. I pushed the kid onto the bed on all fours. I dove face first into his ass. It was so smooth, I forced my tongue up his hole. Opening him up, getting him nice and wet. I slipped a finger into his ass. I had seen videos on line about tops pozing so I had let my nails grow. I stretched his ass, digging in my nails, scratching him up. I finally pulled out and there was a tinge on pink on my fingers. He was ready, I lined my cock up with his pussy and went right in. The kid grunted and started moaning, bucking back onto my cock. Fuck, young pussy felt so good. I couldn’t wait to shoot my poz load into him. He was getting a bit loud and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear. I looked around and saw my son’s dirty laundry. Fucking kid living in a pigsty. I reached down and grabbed a pair of my son’s dirty underwear and shoved them into this kids mouth to keep him quiet. I started to pick up pace, just the thought of busting my poz load into this kid had me going so I couldn’t hold on for long. I felt the familiar urge and I went balls deep, squirting load after load into this kid. Fuck, I came down from my high and pulled out. The kid immediately turned around and licked my dick clean, then looked up at me and said “thank you.” Fuck this kid was good. It was hot enough to get me going again and I pumped a second load into him before sending him on his way.

The day five different guys dropped loads in me. I woke up that morning feeling horny as all get out. It was one of those morning at WVU that don't happen to often: sunny and warm in the morning. It is almost always gray in this small college town, so naturally a bright and sunny early morning left me hopeful of getting laid as I hadn't gotten any in several days, and I was in the mood to fuck and started looking for someone to take my load. Being in a college town, there was always someone around that wanted to get fucked or fuck. I pulled out the cell and started texting my ex's and a few fuck buddies to see if anyone was up and wanted a fuck. As it was 7:00 AM, and all the fuck buds were also in college, I wasn't all that surprised no one responded to my invitation. So I got a shower, put some sweats, a T-shirt on and hit campus for my first class, waiting to see if I would get a reply from someone. About 10:00 AM I got a reply from an ex saying he was in the mood but wanted to give rather than receive. At this point, I didn't care how I was going to get my nuts off so I told him to meet me at my place in 30 minutes. On the way to the house, my cell dinged again. It was a fuck buddy from one of my classes wanting to know when I was free. I told him to give me an hour or so, I would be free and able to fuck. I got to the house and Dan (the ex) was there already. Dan is a little stud, 5'9" 160 with a 30 inch waist and a killer, seven inch cock which was much thicker then a red bull can and, he can fuck hard. We always had/have great sex, just couldn't get along as a couple. After a quick kiss at the door, we headed inside the house to have some fun. As soon as we were inside, Dan pushed me to my knees, fished his cock out of his shorts and said "Suck." Dan is an arrogant SOB. I think that is why we couldn't make it as a couple. Just as I was about to go down on him, Dan commented "You better get it wet 'cause I'm not gonna use much lube." Danny boy liked it more on the dry side. I remember once he remarked he liked to feel the ass lips grabbing his cock as he slides in and pulls out. Neediness to say, I licked, sucked and swallowed his cock as much as I could in the little amount of time that he was giving me to get it wet. When he was ready, Danny pulled a little pack of lube out and showed me how much he was going to use, which was not much, but I was horny as hell and he could have taken me dry and I wouldn't have cared. He turned me around and pulled my shorts down, just below my ass, ran a lubed finger over my crack and started pushing his cock in. It had just enough slickness to start to slide in. As he is sliding in to me, he is spitting on my ass and his cock. He is taking it slow and is about half way in when he just grabs my hips hard and pulls me back into him as he thrust his hips forward. Borrowing the last few inches into me. As his balls hit my ass, he pulls back out till the head is just inside. Then starts to slide back into me again. He gets to half way in and slams into me again. When I awoke that morning I decided I wanted to top that day, but now that I was bottoming, it seemed as if that was clearly a hell of a lot better option then topping. Danny set his pace, three to four inches in and out, rutting my ass, occasionally commenting he was happy that I had gotten hold of him, that he had not fucked bare since the last time he drained his nuts in me. After 10 mins at that pace, he switched to a long dicking, pulling out to the point that his head was just left in and then driving to the base. Slow out to the tip and pound it back to the base, Danny was always good at the slam it back in, he had strong hands and a set of hips that were made for fucking. He would slam his cock into me as hard as he could and just hold it there for a few seconds, then slowly pull it back out and repeat, repeat, repeat. This went on for ten to fifteen minutes, only for Danny to pick-up the pace, and as I expected, he grunted "I'm getting close." That its about time for the slut to get its load, all I can was to say "Yeah, yeah, give me it." With one last slam in, he holds my hips as he unloaded into my ass, remarking "You're a good bitch and take it well as he withdrew. Getting to his feet, and pulling-up his shorts, he murmured "I've gotta run or I'll be late for class," adding "I'm sorry to don't have the time to stay and get you off." "That's okay, I replied, not telling him I had scheduled myself to meet a fuck buddy that same morning.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

I initiated sex with my step dad when I was 7. We fucked for 37 years. Got other boys involved too. It was never forced. I / we wanted it. Best, & hottest sex I've ever had. Back in the 70's it wasn't uncommon for kids to be fucking. I started picking up older men in bathrooms, & let 'em fuck me, then go tell my step dad about it so he'd get horny, & want to fuck me some more. My experience was hot! I loved every warped, & corrupt bit of it.

The booze and weed were really starting to get to me. Sitting there, in Diego's truck, I was almost falling asleep. "You okay man?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, just over did it at the party I think." "Gotcha. Here," he said, pulling off on a side road, "I got something to perk you up." Diego reached in the center console, taking out a pipe and a little baggy. "Man, more weed is going to put me to sleep." "It's not weed," he said, showing me the clear white substance in the bag. "What is it?" "Just something to keep you awake, cutie." I laughed, "alright." Diego filled the pipe with some of the substance and grabbed a lighter from the glove box. He started holding it on the bottom of the pipe, seeming to heat it up. After a minute, he took a big hit from the pipe and then let out a cloud of smoke. "Shit dude, what is that?" "See for yourself," he said, handing over the pipe. "Do it just like I did." I started heating the pipe up but couldn't help notice that Diego was taking off his shirt. He had a good body, decorated with a couple of tattoos. I wonder what he did to keep in shape. He had a good chest and really nice abs. "Sorry bro, this shit makes me kind of hot." "It's cool." Shit! He had seen me looking at him. Don't want him to think I was a fag. "Inhale." I did as told. "Good boy," he said. I thought it was kind of odd to say but we were both pretty fucked up. "Now exhale... good. Take another hit, it takes a few to start working." I kept going as he keep egging me on. At first, I didn't feel any difference. No doubt the booze and head were masking the effect. But after a few minutes, I began to feel this warm, rushing sensation, this burst of energy. "Shit man, this stuff is good. What is it?" "It's called t. Just kinda a mild upper. I know it sounds sketchy, but you can inject it to." "Shit, man. That sounds to hardcore for me. That's when you know you have a problem." "I thought so too. I've actually done it a few times. It feels amazing, but it's like I could take it or leave it." "Hmm, cool. Always thought people over exaggerated that shit to scare people away from taking drugs." "Yeah man," he said, "I've done almost everything and have never become addicted to anything. Honestly, alcohol is the most addictive shit out there and it's legal." "True," I said, "man I'm feeling kind of warm now too." "Take off your shirt dude. You look pretty fit." I agreed and complied. For some reason the thought of being a little more exposed than usual seemed... I don't know, exciting. "Damn boy, you do have a nice body." "Thanks. It's all the running from soccer." "You look pretty built though. You lift?" "Yeah, we have strength training twice a week and on my days off. But you, you're much bigger." "Yeah? Thanks, I been working pretty hard this past year. Here, feel," he said, guiding my hand to his arm. He flexed for me, letting feel his bicep, triceps, shoulder, even his chest and abs. "But honestly," Diego said, "I like your body, leaner but still ripped." He went down and felt on my chest and abs. I was a bit weird since I didn't ask him to but I guess he had just let me feel his body so why not. Actually, it felt a little bit exciting to have someones hand on my body like that, almost in a sexual way. "Shit," I thought, "I'm thinking like a fag. Must be all the drugs." "We ready to go to the party?" "Yeah, plenty more t there too," he said, putting away the pipe and the shirt, throwing them in the back. "Won't be needing those right now." We got to the party after about half an hour of driving. I was farther away than I thought, and I had no idea what part of town I was in. We pulled up on a discrete looking house and I reached back for my shirt, but Diego stopped me. "We don't need those. It's kind of a... everyone will be showing skin." "Oh, okay." I felt kind of embarrassed. Even though I knew my body was good, I felt like an asshole showing up to a strangers house shirtless. We got to the front door and Diego knocked. A hot looking young woman open the door. "Diego!" she said, "so glad you're here. I've had to watch the door for like an hour." She was wearing just a bra and jeans. I guess it was a shirtless party like Diego had said, which was kind of weird. "Hey babe," he replied. "Got some special treats for ya' later. Know were the action is?" "Downstairs, like always. Who is this hunk of fresh meat?" "This is Alex." I gave a awkward hello. "Is he..." she began to ask before Diego interrupted. "Eventually. We're going to make our way to the kitchen first." I followed Diego who seemed to know where he was going. "Let me make you a drink, something not to strong," he laughed. "Have a seat and mingle," he said, gesturing to a couch. I noticed everyone at the party. Everyone was fit, and there seemed to be a lot of guys. I mostly just zoned out on the couch, almost too fucked up to talk straight. ---- I brought Alex his drink. Little did he know, I had spiked it with a little g. I knew it was a risky proposition, with him already drinking, but I decided to say fuck it. I could tell this fag was fucked up. I don't even think he registered that most of the guys in the room were gay, half dressed or in underwear, making out. Pretty sure one guy was being blown by another in the corner. "Drink up man, then will do so more t." "Sounss good mann," he said, slurring a bit. He downed his drink quickly, rushing to get more and more fucked up. "Stand up man," I said, helping him up. "Let's get you out of these pants." They slide right off of him and he barely seemed to notice. He was wearing a pair of CK briefs and looked sexy as hell. "Man," I thought, "I can't wait to destroy this twink." Other people in the room noticed, knowing that I had completely fresh meat tonight. Feeling on his bulge, I could tell he was hard. I knew this guy was a fag, knew it from first meeting him a couple of hours ago. One of those repressed, in denial bitches who need someone like Tina to show off their slutty side. I went in for a kiss, wondering what he would do. And just like that, eves only half-open, he began kissing back, wrapping his arms around me as we slowly moved back and forth. "You like this boy?" I asked. "MMhmmm..." he replied, only semi-conscious. I don't think he even registered what he was doing or that we were in the middle of a party, him in just his briefs, in the arms of a guy. I knew it was time. Half-supporting him, I guided him through the house to the stairs to the basement. A few guys followed knowing what that meant, others stayed not knowing what was going on. I knew other would be downstairs already, having an okay time, not realizing the gift they were about to receive. We reached the door and began our decent down the stairs.

It's been over a month since I was last fucked. I'm in Maui with the wife and kids and her family. We are staying at a nice resort. I've been trying to find someone close by to hookup with. Met another biMWM staying at the same resort with his wife. He is a black guy with a big dick. I so wanted to feel it bare up my ass and he wanted to fuck me but neither of us could host. He had to check out today but didn't need to leave until later. He discovered that the sauna, which was right off the gym here at the resort, was not used. I met him in there. We stroked each other through our swim trunks for a while. We then removed out trunks and sat with towels on our laps. I sucked him a bit but his dick was so big it was hard to fit in my mouth. We sucked each other a bit but keeping an eye on the door. I told him I really wished I could have felt his big dick in my ass. He stood me up and bent me over. Neither one of us lube so I wasn't sure this was going to work with just spit and our sweat. He poked his big head against my rosebud and pushed a little. His head popped in but it was a painful. He let me get used to it which didn't take long at all. Before I knew it he was balls deep raw in my ass and it was feeling wonderful. He fucked me a bit then pulled out to check the door. He easily slid his BBC back up my ass and fucked me hard until he came. He pulled out and took a breather for a seconds, then pushed his still hard cock back up my ass and fucked me some more. He did this a couple of times (it was freakin hot in the sauna!) before blasting another load up my ass. I thanked him, put my trunks back on, and rejoined my family for lunch with a nice gooey ass. Now that I know about the sauna, hopefully I can take a few more loads before I leave next week!

I am glad you guys are enjoying it, love the comments, keep them comming: Part: 9 The following week after my gold member status I came down with the fuck flu. I knew what it was, I had been reading about it online. My wife thought I just had the regular flu and took care of me. A few months back the wife had gone through what they call the change. Sex between her and I had basically stopped but I didn’t mind. I was getting plenty of dick and she had no appetite. I recovered a few weeks after that. I couldn’t wait to get back to some dick. All I could think of was being poz and taking poz cum and it made me horny. I logged on to the app after not logging on for a while. I had a message: “Hi! We noticed you have not been logged on for a while. You likely have received the gift. We hope you feel better and continue to enjoy the app.” Fuck, they knew everything. I hit search app and quickly got a hit. The son was out with a friend, and the wife was out doing yoga so off to take some poz dick I went. I ended up in an alley, there were not any buildings but there were a lot of homeless tents. I wasn’t sure if this was the right place but the map on the app showed it was. I walked to where the dot was and there was a tent right there. I wasn’t sure what to do, and then all I saw was a hand pop out of the tent and motion me in. Fuck it, I’m already here and it wouldn’t be the first time I got fucked by a homeless guy. I stepped into the tent and was met by a ghastly white guy, he looked gaunt and clearly sick. “bend over bitch, you are gonna take this aids dick.” And I did. At the sound of the word aids I got rock hard. I got on my knees and started sucking his dick. It was fucking thick for suck a skinny guy and he had a piercing on the end of his cock. “I am gonna tear that pussy up good. You are gonna get my aids babies slut.” Just hearing him talk made me fucking horny. I turned around and offered my pussy to him. “that’s what’s up slut, you want this poison dick don’t you?” “yes sir, poz my ass.” And with that he pushed right in. he had a little trouble at first. It was my first fuck since I became poz so I was a bit tight. I took a hit of poppers and loosened up. Reached behind me with my hands and held opened my ass. “yes, that’s it boy, open up for this demon seed” He went into overdrive. Plowing my ass, punching the walls of my pussy. I could feel the piercing on his cock tearing into me. I was moaning so loud that other guys started coming around the tent. None of them came in but I could see them jerking their dicks watching through the open flap while the aids guy fucked his poz load into me. “here is comes faggot, tell me you want it.” “Poz my faggot ass sir. I was made to take demon seed.” And he blasted into my ass. Rope after rope of poz cum. He leaned onto me, took a deep breath and just yanked his cock out. “nice slut, you got a nice pussy. Want some more dick? See all those guys out there? they would love it if you service them?” “yes sir, anything you say.” “good faggot, get on all 4s, with your ass facing the tent door, sticking out, your upper body still in the tent, here is a bottle of poppers.” And with that, he stepped out, I positioned myself, and in no time there was a cock in my ass. I spent the next couple of hours bent over taking load after load. I didn’t care who it was or what they had. I never once looked back. I finally realized who I was. A true fag poz cum dump that took any and all loads no questions asked. I didn’t care that a whole community of homeless guys were fucking my ass. I was made to be used. After the last guy shot his wad I got up and headed home. I was stumbling down the alley. Man, my ass was full of cum, and I didn’t care. I had a shit eating grin on my face. When I got home, the family was still out, I passed out on the couch and took a nap.

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

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

Part 2 (Corrupting Matt) Part one of Steve's plan was already accomplished with Matt becoming familiar with hitting the pipe. He had to get thing ready for the next step and had a meeting with few of his really good customers from campus. He was sure to have a nice variety with a jock (a guy was was on his college swim team), a nerd boy and a couple in between. He showed them Matt's on line profile and told them to keep an eye out for when he might seek out a 'hook up'. Although all the guys at the meeting were poz, party boy barebackers, Steve made sure to let them all know not to push the issue about partying or unsafe sex with Matt, It was Steve's intention to be the first guy to not only fuck Matt bareback, but to breed him with his poz load. He told them that the first guy to get him to agree to let one of them come oveR his apartment would get free party supplies for a month. The plan was simple, once one of them got himself invited over Steve would catch the guy coming out of Matt's apartment. After this he would then come on to Matt one night after they smoked with the girls. Steve had the girls suddenly head out of town on a business trip leaving Matt a little sex starved. This had Matt needing sexual release and on line looking for an easy hook up with another buy to satisfy his need. It was early in the evening and Matt was on line looking. The guys Steve had recruited did their part in trying to get the discrete wrestler to comit to meeting. Eventually nerd boy got the wrestlers attention knowing full well that he (Matt) could be te crap out of him if he told anyone. Nerd boy emailed a full copy of the chat conversation he had with Matt before leaving his dorm room for Matt's apartment. While Steve waited for nerd boy to show up he read the chat the two had moments earlier. It was apparent that Matt was a top when it came to guys and that he planed on breeding nerd boy. Matt asked nerd boy about partying and (as instructed by Steve) down played his own expeirience with Tina. Nerd boy told Matt that he didn't party. It only took nerd boy 15 minutes to ride his bike over and Matt quickly ushered him inside. Steve watched the entire action on hidden cameras he had stratigically placed in the apartment one day while Matt was at wrestling practice. Sure enough they were on Matt's bed as nerd boy took Matt's cock down to the root before they ended up in 69. Steve could tell Matt had some experience with guys and started to wonder what Matt's expeirence was with bottoming. From the chat conversation Matt had with nerd boy it didn't show any informatikon that he ever tried bottoming. Nerd boy figured he'd try a few things out on Matt to see if he might get pleasure from having his ass played with since part of his job was to get intel for Steve. As the two got naked on Matt's bed it didn't take long before nerd boy had Matt's cock deep in his throat. While he was working Matt's cock he played with Matt's hole a little eliciting pleasant moans from the wreslter. But that was short lived and soon enough Matt had manuvered nerd boy into 69, eventually fucking the boy raw. Nerd boy toook 3 loads from Matts balls before telling Matt he needed to get back to the dorms. Steve knew it was his que to be right outside Matt's door as nerd boy left. Steve made sure that as nerd boy left Matt's apartment. As it was planned Steve came to Matt's door as nerd boy was exiting. Steve's excuse for coming to see Matt was that the girls called him and asked if he and Matt might be around for some late night partying when they got hom from their business trip. This was all part of the plan and worked like a charm. There was Steve at Matt's door as nerd boy was leaving the partent shortly after getting fucked full of Matt's cum. Nerd boy made a gesture to Steve like they knew each other leaving Matt exposed. Steve's eye contact with nerd boy and then with Matt was to let his tenant know he knew the well fucked kid who just left. Matt tried to play it off like he knew nerd boy from class, but (in some strange way) Steve's stare was to let Matt know that Steve knew what the two were doing. Steve then informed Matt that the girls would be back home within the hour and if he was up to party with them tha night adding the comment if his balls weren't already drained. The expression on Matt's face told the whole story as Steve attempted to get the jock pff gaurd by adding something about jerking off a lot while the co-eds were gone. The added comment seemed to ease Matt's mind as he said that if they were going to smoke he was sure he could work a few loads into the girls. Steve told Matt that he was welcome to hang with him until the girls got back and smoke a few while they waited. Matt agreed and told Steve he'd be right up after he changed into some other clothes. Steve told him to just grab a t-shirt since their clothes would end up on the floor shortly after the girls got back. Matt walked back into his apartment to grab a t-shirt as Steve followed behind him into the bedroom. Matt could not hide the mess the bed had become from the sex he had with nerd boy. Matt wondered if the bedroom reaked of sex as he grabbed a t-shirt and the two headed over to Steve's place. Once inside Matt could see a well packed pipe as Steve offered Matt something to drink while Matt sat down in the chair. When Steve came in with their drinks he sat down on the couch. Steve ut on some straight porn while they began to smoke. Steve took a blue pill out if a bottle he had on the coffee table. Matt asked what was the pill Steve had just taken. Steve let Matt know that he took a Viagra to help keep him hard since he knew that the girls would probably want to party hard that night and the rest of the weekend. Steve then offered Matt a blue pill telling the jock that it was probably a good idea that he take one too, but what Matt didn't know was that the pill Steve gave him was a nothing more then a sugar pill. Steve made sure to smoke Matt up as the two waited for the girls while talking Matt up and making sly comments about nerd boy to keep Matt off guard while the Tina began to cloud his mind and the GHB in his drink began to loosen his inhbitions. Before Matt knew it he had smoke 3 bowls of Tina and with the G affecting him the way Steve had hoped. Steve then made a comment about knowing nerd boy. Without thinking, Matt admitted nerd boy left his apartment with 3 of his loads inside his ass. By this point Matt hadn't noticed that the porn playing changed from straight porn to bi porn. Steve then made the comment that it appeared that the co-eds weren't the only bisexuals that lived there as he shot his gaze directly into Matt's sole. Matt knew he was outed as he hoped Steve wouldn't tell anyone. Steve assure Matt that his secert was safe with him as his phone beep telling him that he received a text message. As Steve read the 'message' out loud letting Matt know that the girls got a flat tire and had to get a hotel room for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day. Matt said he was so damn horny and was looking forward to fucking the girls as he attempted to stroke himself hard. Steve told the jock the night shouldn't be a total loss as he stroked his own hard cock. Matt was no longer in control of his actions as Steve pulled him by the hand and guided the jock's head to his crotch. Instinctively Matt took his landlord's cock into his mouth and began to suck the hard, 8" cock like nerd boy had done to him only a few hours earleir. Steve grabbed Matt's drink off the coffee table and told him to drink it down as headed up stairs to Steve bedroom. Matt handed the empty glass to Steve as the 2 naked men began to kiss before Steve pushed Matt to his knees allowing Matt to resume sucking Steve's cock as Steve turned the bedroom TV on as it played gay bareback porn. While Matt was showing Steve his cock sucking skills he had no clue that before the night was through Steve was going to be sliding his raw, poz cock inside his neg ass and filling him with multiple loads of poz cum. Matt comtinued to try and stroke his cock hard. In his drugged up mind Steve was the one who was going to get fucked. Matt showed his frustration with his inability to get hard when he stopped sucking Steve's cock saying "FUCK! I'm so damn horny and I can't get hard!" Steve pulled Matt to his feet kissing him before guiding him onto his back on the bed. Steve then got between Matt's legs and began to suck his soft, Tina dick. Matt's head began to role from side to side as he moaned while enjoying the blow job still not being able to get completely hard. While Steve had him distracted from the suck job he was receiveing Matt barely noticed the lubed finger circling his hole. It wasn't long before Steve eased a finger inside the jock's butt elliciting a deeper moan from the unsuspecting jock. Steve was guessing that Matt was probably a virgin as he felt the tightness of his ass on his invading finger. Steve took his time as he urged Matt to hit a freshly packed pipe Steve had next to him making Matt think that hitting the pipe would help him get hard. What the jock didn't know was that the more he smoke Tina, the harder it became for him to get hard, the more he was falling under Steve's control. By the 5 hit on the pipe Steve had worked a second finger inside the jock. As the two fingers became three Steve had pulled out his well stashed Tina container that held several nice chunks of meth. As Matt continued to smoke the pipe Steve took two good shards and (as he switched hands) pushed three finger from the opposite hand and the two shards of Tina inside jock boy's hole. In between moans Matt made a comment about his butt burning while Steve could feel Matt's hole begin to relax as the TIna melted. Steve was now able to work a fourth finger inside Matt as he began to lube his cock with his free hand. Matt had no clue he was a few minutes away from becoming Steve cum dump as Steve's cock was rock hard and leaking like a fucet. Steve made sure to put some Tina on his lube cover cock as he moved up to take (what he guessed was) Matt's virgin ass. As the tip of Steve's hard cock touch Matt's sensitive hole it brought jock boy back to reality as he looked up to see Steve climbing on top of him with his legs under his arms. Matt thought for a moment how he had been in Steve's position so many times and now the roles were reversed as he felt the tip of Steve's cock easily slide inside him. Steve took his time as he slowly worked all Tina coverd 8" inside Matt. By this point the sensation of the first cock to ever to enter Matt's hole had him thinking the slight burning he felt was from taking his first cock ever. Matt never thought about bottoming, he had akways thought he was a top, but now he was mentally getting ready to being fucked and soon Steve was going to make sure he knew he was not only getting fucked raw, but taking a poz cock and, eventually,being bred full of poz cum. Steve looked down at the jock impailed on his rod and as he slowly began to pull out and push back in said to his tenant, "DAMN BOY! Your ass feels nice and tight. I bet that I am the first guy to hve his cock inside your jock ass." Steve's words brought Matt to the reality of what was happening in the moment as a moan escaped through his lips giving away exactly what Steve was guessing as Matt only able to shake his head acknowledging his former virgin status. With that information now known Steve began to pull out and push back in with more purpose. He knew he was good for 5 loads the way Matt's ass felt as it gripped his cock wiht each stroke. After about 15 minutes of Matt taking the first cock of his life fucking him Steve knew it was time for Matt to know that he was getting his jock ass fucked bareback. He grabbed one of Matt's hands and guided it to his hole as he stared into the jock's eyes. Steve leaned in closer to Matt as he softly spoke, "Feel how my hard cock is working your hole." Matt felt the hard cock that took his virginity and as he realized that he was taking a bare cock began to panic at first before he realized that it was the exact wat that he had fucked every guy (and girl) to that point. And after telling Steve that nerd boy left with 3 loads of his own cum how could he complain and ask Steve to stop and put a condom on. Besides, he loved the skin on skin feeling. Matt said to Steve, "FUCK YEAH, GIVE ME THAT RAW COCK!" This surprised Steve who responded with, "Yeah, does my jock bitch like raw cock fucking him? I know you like giving raw cock and your cum to others. You want my load jock boy, you ready to be my cum dump?" Steve was really fucking Matt long dicking him, at time he pulled completely out before slamming back in balls deep with Matt moving his ass to meet each thrust. Matt answered the man fucking him, "Yes I want your load. Breed me like I've bred others. Turn me into your cum dump." With that Steve thrusted hard and deep as his cock spasmed while he unloaded his first load inside Matt's ass. Without going soft and not missing a beat he began to work the poz cum nside Matt as he began working for load number two. He knew it was time to let Matt know he not only took his first load, but his first poz load. As Steve began to work towards his second load he let Matt know that although Steve had bred his breeding was not like the ones Matt had done on the asses (and pussies) he had fucked before. Steve was again fucking Matt hard as he was about to breed his jock boy cumdump he stared into Matt's eyes and as he shot load two let Matt know that Steve was breeding him with a charged load, a poz load. Matt had a stunned look on his face as he continued to take the fucking, and three more poz loads, Steve before Steve finally pulled his cock out of Matt's well fucked hole only to have Matt instructively suck Steve's cock clean when he gave Matt his sixth load of the night for Matt to eat.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

I know this first part is long. I want it to set up the rest of the story as it goes along. Part 1 Steve was an entrepreneur in the small college town. He was 30, and had a great body that he knew how to keep in shape. He stood just at over 6' (6'2") and came in at just over 200 pounds. He identified himself a primarily gay he knew when to play it straight (to get corrupt a nice co-ed or straight boy) or gay . Although the town was considered to be small it was home to a large university, large enough that when classes were in session the town's size grew by 5 times its population. Steve new how to conduct his business from this is base of operations. Steve and a monopoly on the town when it came to drugs. He sold everything from weed to ecstasy/molly to Tina along with dick (Viagra & Cialis) pills to get his clientele hard when they partied. He sold best dope in town, and had an assortment of gay boys to pimp out and pussy for the straight crowd. Steve was always looking for new talent and used his converted home to help find those that would eventually end up working for him. The old home he divided into 4 apartments. He kept the largest section for himself to include 3 bedrooms on the second floor, 2 full bathrooms, kitchen, office, living room and the basement (which was his dungeon). There was a two bedroom apartment that occupied part of the second floor and was occupied by 2 co-eds who helped him bring the straight boys in for him to corrupt. The only space left he divided into a one bedroom and a studio to rent to unsuspecting men who would eventually fall under the spell of sex and drugs. He also had a nice, private back yard with a pool and hot tub that allowed for total privacy. He had a young jock wrestler who came by to look at the one bedroom. Ateve imeediately recognized him from an on line hook up site. Although the profile picture hid his face the body and tatoo (that was barely visible) allowed Steve to know more about his prospective tenate then he would have liked. His name was Matt. He was a 20 year old junior who stood 6' with a slim waist and defined muscles weighing in at (what the profile said) 180 pounds. Matt was tired of hanging around the rest of the team (nearly) 24/7 and wanted his own private space to get away. Steve knew the kid was looking for a place to bring guys. The thing Steve really remembered about the kids profile was that he was bi. He looked the kid over as he showed him both the studio and one bedroom. Both of which had recently become vacant when the previous tenants suddenly dropped out of school (actually they were seduced, pozzed and black mailed into going to work for Steve). Steve thought that this kid was too good to put to work as a chem whore. His current 'Alpha Male' (AM) who handled the boys was looking to retire and as much as Steve respected his current AM, no one can retire from his business until Steve decided they retire. Which typically involved selling them on the dark web or drugging them up and leaving them on the other side of the country with a warrrent for their arrest by the authorities inwhich ever town they were dumped in a with enough Meth, Molly and weed to get them arrested and thrown in jail. Steve wasn't sure how he'd deal with the (soon to be)former AM, but Matt was going to be his new AM or end up as a chem whore. Steve mad sure to price the one bedroom so that Matt could not pass it up especially when he saw the pool area and the only other tenants laying out topless by the pool sunning themselves. Steve told Matt that the girls have been his tenants for several years and he was always able to 'tap' one of them on any night but that it was tough since they didn't want to leave the other one out and if he moved in maybe he could be his wing man and they could each have some pussy. Steve went on about the girls finally telling Matt "By the way, did I mentiomn that they are bisecual. Matt was staring intently at the 2 half naked girls thinking about the possibilities of his own place to have the occasional 'hook-up' with some gay boy while having live in pussy to also fuck when he said "I'll take it". Right after Matt was all moved in Steve made sure the girls paid enough attention to him to peak his interest. It didn't take long until one night the 4 of them were by the pool when the girls stripped naked and jumped in for a swim. Steve quickly stripped down to jon the girls in the water and (with little persuation) urged Matt to join them. After they had started to get a little playful the girls hopped out of the water and grabbed a pipe that was well packed with Tina. They began to smoke and Steve quickly joined them in blowing clouds. Steve did he share of weed and molly in his time but was a little apprehensive in front of his new land lord and neighbors. He hoped to just watch and attempted to make a move on one of the girls. She responded by urging him to smoke with them if he was hoping to fuck later. Steve pulled Matt a side to educate him on Tina and how horny it made the girls. He grabbed his shorts and pulled out some Viagra for them both to take as he told Matt that Tina increases horniness and the pleasure felt during sex. Steve added that his orgasms were 100 times stronger and he was able to go longer and multiple times. Matt had little trouble going more then once but needed a little time to get hard again. Steve said to his new tenant, "That's nothing. When I smoke this stuff I can typiacally cum and my cock stays hard allowing me to continue to fuck until I cum a second time. Sometimes the second orgasm is within a minute of the first, sometimes it's a few minutes later, but I am always good for multiple loads." Matt had to ask Steve, "How many load?" Steve held up one hand indicating 5 as he let Matt know that he had once shot 5 loads inside one of the girls before his cock left her twat. Matt was visibly getting aroused at the two spoke as evident by his growing cock. Steve was impressed at not only the length, but the girth. Matt had one hell of an ass splitter. The two guys were brought back to the reality around them as they noticed that the girls weren't going to wait for them as they had begun to make out with each other. Steve reminded Matt that he was going to be his wing man as they rejoined the girls and Matt took his first hit of Tina. Steve played that night straight for Matt. He had a plan and didn't want to scare Matt off. The rest of the night they blew clouds and Matt had his first exposure to straight chem sex as he fucked both coeds.

I attended my first CumUnion a couple of months ago in Vegas. And let me say it was amazing. I was very nervous and excited so I arrived somewhat early. Not surprisingly at that point in time there weren't too many guys in attendance, so for the most part (initially) I just wandered around, watching the club fill-up, and as I hoped, after a bit of time had passed the management opened the back room, which, when I checked it out, I knew was my kind of spot. In the middle of the room against a wall was a platform stairs that had bedding on it. Leading up to this point I has been too nervous to actually do anything, but as I walked up to the platform a pair of hands grabbed me and bent me over the platform from behind. I never really saw who it was but I am thankful to him. The unknown man slid my towel off my ass, and caressed my cheeks. Somewhat flustered I was about to say something when a bottle or poppers was thrust under my nose. Breathing in deep my head went fuzzy and I ended up just laying in the platform with this stranger behind me groping my ass. "Good boy, here we go," the stranger whispered into my ear as I also heard him spit on my ass and I feel his dick rubbing on my hole. A small moan escapes from my mouth. Mercifully he made me take several deep hits of poppers before he added some additional spit to my hole and thrust into my ass. At first it was quite painful, so naturally I bucked, trying to get up, but he dropped all his weight on my back, holding me still as he pumped slowly in and out of my ass, wordlessly growling his approval. My ass finally opens up and he goes faster, and before I know it I was moaning and screaming like a whore. "Oh, yeah, boy, take my dick! Take my fucking load," he grunted just as I felt him thrust deep before pulling out. Laying on the platform still before I can even move another dick enters my hole. Some other guy who I can't see has started fucking me next. An older gentleman starts playing with my dick as the other guy fucked me, whispering "Get ready boy. You have 's' line forming behind you all ready to breed that ass." I whimpered in response as the second guy continued to fuck me faster and faster, shouting just as he added his load to my ass. Once again as soon as he pulls out another dick is in my ass. That night I lost count of how many guys fucked me and how many loads I had. I could barely walk and cum was dripping out my hole. One of the best experiences I have ever had. Can't wait to do it again.

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.

You. You are 19 years old and the year is 1991. It is the Summer after your first year of college and you have so many regrets. You messed up. You were so glad to be free, to be away from your religious parents that you started drinking rum mixed with Coke. It was illegal to have hard liquor in the dorm, but you fell in with a bad crowd. Your buddy Andrew was the leader of the group and looked like a full-grown man. He never got carded.You want to be Andrew. Actually, you might like him too much. You know you are gay and that it will never go away. Drinking alcohol made you feel so good and, for a while, you were doing it every day. Last Winter you went to a basketball game because your school has always had famously good teams. You don't really care about sports, but Andrew does. He likes to go to games and get rowdy. So you took the quickest route from your dorm which went through campus and down a hill. You don't remember much about the game except that it was very loud. You and Andrew were both pretty drunk. On the way back, you felt so tired. You wanted to lie down on a bench somewhere. Andrew was still pumped up from the game. He was talking so much and his words sounded like scribbles. "I gotta take a leak," he announced. The two of you went behind the architecture building and pissed side by side. Maybe you were too out of it to realize you were looking at his long penis as he let loose a heavy stream of pee. He might have noticed, but he'd never remember. Then a bright light. You were busted by a campus cop. You were furious for whatever reason. Charges. You were both busted for public intoxication and indecency. You never drank again after that night. Your parents were upset of course. They payed for your bail and a lawyer. It wasn't so bad in the end. You'd never ever been in trouble before...and the judge gave you forty hours of community service. So now you are wearing an orange vest and picking up trash with other busted kids around your age. Not Andy. His folks gave a lot of money to the school and he somehow got off free. You just do as you're told now. The guy in charge took you and the others to the park and gave you a long, stabbing stick that you used to poke pieces of trash and put them in a trash bag. It's hot and the mosquitoes are bad this year. Time flew by as you did your service...you actually didn't mind it too much. You thought of your first grade teacher (Miss Kraus) who used to take the whole class on "field trips" where all you did was clean up litter. She was a very big on the environment. You can barely remember what she looked like, but she made an impact on you somehow because you hated litter --- it was another form of pollution. It made you unreasonably mad to see trash on the ground. It gave you satisfaction to remove it. You haven't touched a drop of alcohol in six months. and your head felt clear. You could feel the hot wind blowing through your brain. The guy in charge (Wyatt) noticed how good you were and how many bags you filled. He smiled and talked differently to you than he did the other ones. He liked your focus. "I'm gonna give you credit for ten hours today instead of six. You've done twice as much as any of the others." You smile at him gratefully. Wyatt is tall and a little husky. Probably not even five years older than you. You like his dark beard and the hair on his hands. You say nothing, though. You know that you get crushes too easily...and that's why you're here now. Andrew. You haven't thought of him in several weeks. You were never a 'teacher's pet'. Not ever. You always hated those kids. But now you'd become one. Wyatt made you his . Nobody gave you shit about it -- to your face anyway. As a matter of fact, some of them buddied-up to you, hoping to garner some of Wyatt's favor for themselves. One guy named 'Tooker' was your new friend. He wasn't a student as far as you could tell. He was almost 30 and heavily tattooed. Had an earring even. He hung around you as you went on your mission of litter removal. "I think I hate the spent fireworks the most. So many tiny pieces of paper." You think Tooker is sexy too. He is almost as tall as Wyatt, but not as hairy...and darker complected. Maybe he was part Mexican or Italian. He kept up with your pace, doing a well as you. It was a giant city park and the two of you went deeper into the unused section of the park. You were probably getting too far from Wyatt and the others, but that gave Tooker the opportunity to have a cigarette. It wasn't against the rules to smoke, but it was frowned upon. "You never drink water, kid. Don't you get dehydrated? I drink as much water as I can." You want to say something, but don't. "That's why I always have to piss. That bathroom is too far from here. Watch out for whats-his-name. I'm gonna go now." He unzipped his jeans and peed against a tree. This was all too familiar to you, but you couldn't help but look. His dick wasn't all that long, but pretty thick. You saw how hairy his crotch was. And he saw you looking. "It's been so long since I had a blow-job. You like being blown? Blowing?" You have no idea how to answer. You feel excited and scared. "Well, I guess you don't talk much. Is it okay if I beat off for a minute? You can watch if you want. I think I want you to see it up close. You can touch my balls." He knew what you were and what you wanted. You unsteadily walked toward him, closer. Tooker's dick was fully hard and looked purple. You look around. No one was close. It wouldn't hurt just to watch. You masturbate often, but it might be fun to watch someone else do it. You also wanted to touch him. His jeans went lower down his legs. "Just get down on your knees for a better look." You did. The sight activated a prehistoric part of your brain. You not only touched his hard penis, but went ahead and took it in your mouth. Tooker liked that a lot. He had long fingers that twined in your hair in a way that felt so right. There was AIDS out there, but not here. not now. Right? "Shit. Yeah! Your mouth feels like velvet. I'm gonna cum pretty soon. Will you swallow it down?" You thought you probably would like doing that. But then.... "What have we here??" Wyatt asked. Shit. Kiss all your brownie points away. You'd been busted again. This whole gay thing was going to lead you down the drain. Tooker's dick was out of your mouth and back in his pants instantly. You are still on your knees. Tooker tried to be casual. "Is it time to go, boss?" "It was about forty minutes ago. I've already driven the van back. I knew you two were up to something...being so far away." Your face feels hot and you suddenly wished you had hydrated. "I...I'm sorry. It won't happen again." You sound scared. "Relax. You need to worry about other things. Like -- you just had an HIV positive dick in your mouth. Tooker is pretty famous in this town. First poz guy we ever had in the system." "I...oh." You are 19 and out of options. Tooker just looked at the ground and frowned. "You guys aren't in trouble, OK? I just to watch you two fuck. If you both fuck -- with no condom, I'll clear all your service hours. How'a that? Tooker still has over a hundred hours left, but the kid only has 13." That's all Tooker needed to hear. He took off his shoes, socks and jeans, but left his t-shirt on. There was a metal earring on the head of his dick. He kissed you hard on the mouth. Yes. You wanted sex with this thug. You didn't care about the virus in his semen. "Take the boy's clothes off." Wyatt was leaning against a tree,jacking off. There are a million thoughts racing in your head. None came to the forefront as Tooker undressed you. He wanted his hours over with more than he wanted to fuck you. So what? You could feel and almost smell the heat from his bare loins. This guy was way more experienced than you would probably ever be. He may have been ordered to do this, but you had a feeling he would try to do it eventually. "Push him to the ground, Tooker. I want to see your ass pumping. Make it last." Wyatt was jerking his meat faster. You are instantly flat on your back with a dull thud. There's no air in your lungs. He might have broken you. "Don't worry, little man. I am close to coming and this will be quick. Try to relax your ass muscles a little." You don't know how to do that. Then Tooker was on top of you. He smelled like sweat and Summer. "Spit on him. Make him a little bitch," The boss man said in a disgusting voice. All of your nerve endings are on alert. This feels good and natural. He spits in your hair and you discover you don't mind it that much. But then his decorated penis goes inside of you a little. "Shit, Tooker! Keep him quiet. Somebody will hear!" Your own screams echo in your head and they are real. There was no pain like this that you can ever remember. It didn't go away. A hand went over your mouth as the man was actually fucking you. Hard. You were no longer a virgin. A moan escaped your lungs. It feels better when you stop fighting. It might feel great if you let it. You enjoy it. It is unbelievable. The hand is removed from your mouth. "Yeah! You like it, don't you? I'm going to cum inside of you pretty soon. Yeah!" You will remember forever the point in time where this man's eyes rolled back as he went faster and harder. You had an orgasm right before he did. Then it was over. "Well done! Tooker--take your stuff back to the van. Don't wander off, and I'll clear both of you when we get back." You are still lying there, naked. A mosquito landed on your forehead. Then Wyatt walks over to you, his dick still jutting out from his fly. "Quite a ride, huh? Oh hell, you're bleeding like crazy. Stay there and let it seep out. Don't want getting any of that on the upholstery." You don't know what to say, think or feel. "Oh yeah! Stay there. I'm almost finished. He stroked faster and faster and then stopped. A spray of hot fluid hits your face. Wyatt had added his own contribution to all of this. "It's late. Just put on your pants and sit on your vest when we get in the van. You've graduated!" You hardly remember anything right after that. That night and even that week are dark now, School started again and you keep your head down and tackle the books. There's a virus in your blood now. Would it bloom into something else? It might. You don't know.

1980 I was a very late-bloomer. Delayed. I was a short, skinny kid and picked-on pretty much constantly in school. I also acted and talked a little like a girl. I kept trying to talk in a deeper voice, but it just sounded scratchy and obviously fake. So I became pretty much silent. It wasn't too hard because I was used to being alone. Nobody said it, but I figured out that I was an "accident" all on my own. By the time I was born, my two sisters were already teenagers. They ignored me and my parents were always tired. We lived on a farm and there were no kids my age for miles. So I just wandered around in pastures and fields and daydreamed. By the time I was about to start 8th grade, not much had changed. My sisters were both married with families of their own. They came home to visit sometimes. It was late July and I was just lingering on the front porch swing with a bunch of barn cats hovering around me. Through the screen door, I heard my mom and oldest sister talking: "Well, he's not going out for football again this year. I guess that's good because he's so small and fragile. He's not really developing. He didn't even need new school clothes." "Can he lift weights or something?" "I can't picture him doing that. He might get hurt. Oh well, he'll always be my little boy." "He's 13, Mom." That was all I needed to hear. I had to grow. Somehow. What weights could I lift here in the middle of nowhere?? I'd figure out something. That evening I went behind a row of hedge trees and held my arms out straight like I was Jesus on the cross. It started to hurt after 60 seconds, 120 seconds...but I had to toughen up. I held them out until my shoulders just gave out. I could barely lift my fork at dinner that night. Still sore the next morning, I just decided to run...as fast as I could for as long as I could. sometimes I'd get so far from home, that they'd notice I was gone and come looking for me. I got addicted to pain because everybody knows the pain toughens you up. I also loved to sweat. It was like the non-toughness was seeping out of my pores. Mom finally forbid me from running so far from home. "If you want to run, just take laps around the old shed. It's flat dirt there." So that's what I did...over and over again in temperatures that sometimes got over 100. I overdid it once or twice. You know when your sweat stops and you feel cold, that you should have already stopped a while ago. I also wasn't changing. No muscles and my voice hadn't changed at all. Once I recovered from that, I still hadn't noticed much improvement. I knew I was still girly and defective. So I upped the effort. Out in our closest pasture there was a row of junked cars, trucks and tractors. I would go look at them when I needed some comfort. So fascinating. Something that was once new and functioning was now dead and useless. My oldest sister's first car was here. It was a pink Rambler that I can barely remember when it was drive-able. I don't think I ever rode in it. I was studying it when a dangerous idea entered my head... "The Toughness Test" is what I called it. I'd sit inside the car with all the windows rolled up. It would get unbearably hot within less than two minutes. I toughed it out as long as I could before fumbling outside, panting and feeling the hot August air soaking up my many pints of sweat. I tried to last longer and longer each time. The last time I did it, was the weekend before school started. Time was almost up and I needed to change in so many ways. I sat in the car and baked for what seemed like a long time. The longest ever as far as I could tell. Sheets of perspiration washed over my face. This would do the trick! Once the sweating stopped, I knew it was probably best if I quit for right now. I made it out of the car somehow, but couldn't walk. my head was pounding and my vision was blurry. The wind roared through me as a thunderstorm moved in. 1986 It was my last year of high school. I'd grown a lot taller and bulkier. My voice got deeper, but I didn't use it much. Once you stay silent for a long enough time, it becomes a habit and part of who you are. Sometimes I wondered if all this growth had been ignited by that one last toughness test. I remained addicted to pain and tests of endurance. I lifted weights in the gym every chance I could and ran for hours. I'd regularly run to the county line and back. When the weather was bad, I'd do hundreds of push-ups in my room. Maybe I'd be more of a man if I could just keep pushing this gay thing out of me. Yeah, I finally heard all the words for it. I knew it was a bad thing. I could fix it. I went to a state college that September. It was just far enough away that it was impractical for me to live at home. I stayed in a dorm and went to classes and wrote papers. I only decided to major in journalism because you had to major in something. I read the campus newspaper daily, and wondered if I really wanted to be part of all that. The stories were usually pretty good. AIDS was a big story there and everywhere. It was a gay disease that was caused by semen. There was a big fuss about whether free condoms should be handed out to students. There was even a gay group on campus. No way in hell could I ever let another person know I was gay...even if the other person was gay too. It had dawned on me over the past months that I could never "fix" myself. I just kept quiet. Right before finals, there was a small story in the paper about how a male student was raped in the fitness center. They used his full name! The rapist or rapists had not been caught. I knew enough about things, that he'd most likely been fucked in the ass with a dick. That had to hurt pretty bad. And it might also mean he'd been given the AIDS virus. Poor guy. That story stayed with me for a long time. I'd never been to the fitness center. My addiction to exercise had faded for the most part. Now I was getting curious about the place. Maybe next year. I went back home for Christmas and it was as awful as I expected. Both parents commented on how much weight I'd gained...in a complimentary way, like they were proud or something. It was annoying, especially after they kept patting my stomach. The sisters were bitchy as usual and each said overly-long, religious blessings before every meal. I had to get out of there. Fast. I made an excuse for why I had to go back and left as soon as I could. The campus was so quiet and empty, almost haunted. Because I had nothing else to do, I went jogging. Felt like old times...even though I was a little out of practice. But the burn in my legs and lungs felt good. I missed this. I ran past the student fitness center several times. There were two cars in the lot. Something made me super alert whenever I looked at that building. I knew but also didn't know why. This would be a good time to start lifting weights again. It would be clean and empty. Maybe tomorrow...or tonight. It was open 24 hours a day and was free if you had a student I.D. Classes started in a week, and a few more students started trickling back. I'd been going to the fitness center every other day, getting acquainted with some of the new weights I'd never seen back in my dinky high school locker room. There was almost always a group of guys there who didn't seem too interested in lifting weights. They just sat and talked, and watched. I called them "The Owls" because they were all eyes. Three of them were guys around my age and then one older guy who was maybe a teacher or something. I got used to them and we'd nod 'hello' sometimes. It was weird that they all seemed to move in a synchronized way. Like those birds who all change direction mid-air at the same time. The owls were just part of the scenery now, and I stopped noticing them. The day before Winter Break was officially over, I went to go enjoy the empty gym one last time. It was almost sunset by the time I got around to it. There were more cars this time. Great. People were coming back. I'd probably have to come very early in the morning from now on. I wondered if I'd ever like other human beings. Friends would be nice some day. I went in and there six other students there, not including the owls. I focused on feeling the burn and making this workout count. Time flew by and then the sun was all the way down. I decided to shower here again. It was clean and always empty. I hated this new soap I'd swiped from home. It smelled too perfume-y. Woman soap. I'd probably just leave it here and go to Kroger's to get my regular kind. That's where my brain was at when everything changed. There were others in the shower room. I sensed them right before I heard them. The Owls? Someone else? My face was wet and soapy so I could only see that there were three of them and they were naked. Just other guys showering, but all at once? I felt my heart race...but not in a bad way. A few of the lights went off. It wasn't completely dark, but much dimmer than before. Something might be going down. Then I was slammed to the tiled floor. Probably broke my nose. No idea. It happened fast. One guy had ahold of my wrists and another had an iron grip on my ankles...while still another was kneeling on my back. I was helpless and in shock. I was watching this from afar. I wasn't really there. "Just cooperate or I'll break your fucking neck and stuff you in a dumpster." I couldn't say anything because I wasn't actually there, was I? I was being attacked. I still remembered the full name of the guy who had been raped here. Was that going to happen to me now? I'd never say a word to anyone. No matter what. "I give up. I won't fight you." "Atta' boy! See? I told you he'd be cool with this. I just knew." I could smell disinfectant and soap and steam. My nose was bleeding pretty bad. "Two of us have the AIDS bug and two of us maybe have it. Which do you want first? No answer? Okay. It doesn't really matter anyway...not for you." And then somebody spread my legs out and I felt his nude body weigh down my back. His mouth was in my ear. "First time?" I made a noise that sounded like "yes" "It'll be okay. I was eleven when my cherry got popped. You're at least older than that." His hard penis was sandwiched between my wet ass cheeks. He just kept moving them up and down, masturbating himself. If this all butt sex was, it wasn't so bad. No. Then he tried to put it inside of me and it wouldn't go in. It hurt so bad. He was excited now and very determined to drill me down there. PAIN! Holy shit! It was impossible pain, but I was old friends with unbearable pain. I could do this. I wanted to do this. This was just another toughness test. "Shit, man. You are so tight and not even yelling with my giant cock all the way inside you. I'm the biggest of all of us, so the rest will be way easier." And then he started thrusting urgently. I felt a part of me melt and wanting to really enjoy the sensation. I was almost there, when his body grew rigid. "I'm coming, kid! It's all going deep in your guts!!! YEAAH!!!" I wish I could have felt it swirl around inside and mix with my blood. The second guy was smaller than the first, and much quieter. He came quickly. Sometime during the third guy's assault, I had my own orgasm. It just felt so good now. Felt right. I had finally passed the ultimate toughness test. No one on Earth was as tough as me now. The last guy was so close to coming that he just had the others hold me up and cover my eyes while he pushed his dick in my mouth. I felt all of the veins against my lips. I wanted this as a reward for enduring the pain from before. It was. It was hot and tasted a little like lemons. Shit, I could live on that fluid! He still had some drops left that he pushed into my bloody nose. More tainting. "You can uncover my eyes now. I really liked this and want to do it again. Tomorrow? I'll give you my address." But I suddenly found out that my eyes were just closed. I was alone on a wet shower floor. I knew it really happened, though, because my nose and ass were both bleeding. I cleaned up as best I could. AIDS would be another toughness test, I guess, but I was ready for the challenge. For any challenge. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you liked this story. I know I liked sharing it. If you're satisfied with it and want to go somewhere else on BZ now, I appreciate your time. Thank you. The actual ending is a very different and not at all sexy. A 'wood-killer', you might say. Don't read any further if that is a concern. This is something I needed to write. ALTERNATE ENDING August 22, 1980 It was 102 outside and yet everybody was out looking for Judy Irwin's missing son. At first his mom and dad thought he was just hiding somewhere because school was starting soon. Then when a full 24 hours went by, they went driving around before finally calling the sheriff. The mother worried he'd started his peculiar running habit and been hit by a truck. Those truckers drove so fast and so crazy in that area. Or maybe he'd been kidnapped. Everybody looked and everybody made phone calls. Now half the county was out searching for the boy. Irwin was still darkly tanned by the long days out working in the field, but the tan only barely covered the pale panic he felt. Damn kid! He had always been odd, but this was too much. The boy's brother-in-laws were both pitching in, calling his name: "JESSE!!!!" By the third day, the panic was slowly giving way to grief. The drought that Summer had dried u all the creeks and ponds. Fewer neighbors showed up for the search. The mother stayed by the phone. She hardly slept and couldn't remember the last time she ate. She worried that she had failed the boy. Ever since she had her hysterectomy, she'd nearly forgotten about him. Jesse was a new teenager and probably feeling a lot of things he wanted to talk about. He was just a strange boy who did strange stuff at times. She nor her husband knew what to make of Jesse at times. If he came home, she wouldn't make him go back to school. He could miss a year or be tutored. She just wanted him home. Irwin was feeding the cows and trying not to fall apart. It was almost supper time and the sun was getting lower and pinker in the sky. He adjusted his overalls a bit because they were a size too large. This was probably his fault, he thought. He kept forgetting about that boy. He was a hard-working man with no time for trying to understand this weird kid. He didn't know much about the boy. Well, he knew that Jesse liked old cars. He loved going with Irwin when he went to the junkyard in Hullard to look for parts. It was the only thing they shared---the love of junk and old cars. He'd never thought to look in his own private junk collection under the hedge trees. There wasn't anything there that could hurt him badly. He might be hiding there...but for four days? He'd need food before that long, right? His steps quickened as he saw the row of old cars and assorted wreckage. He searched and searched until finally arriving at Linda's old Rambler. That horrible heap of a car. He saw the boy inside. Still and blistered and covered by flies. Irwin carried the small body up toward the house. He gave out a cry that sounded almost like the note of a song.

Well this place has become a regular haunt of mine now and I've never failed to get some fun there. My usual practice is to watch for a guy to enter, and a minute or so later I'll follow him into the toilets, only to go from there. On this occasion I was seated in my car in the car park, and as there were three other vehicles in the lot, I decided to check out the toilet block. Somewhat to my surprise no one was in the place, so I entered the cubicle in which a glory hole had been cut into the door. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes I heard footsteps as someone had followed me into the toilet block. Without the slightest hesitation a cock slid through the glory hole. Now, the cock was quite small but still there was enough for a mouthful. Within a minute or so he was hard, and with only a minute or two more he shot his load into my throat. A few minutes later another cock slid through the door. I sucked the guy for a while, and then stood, turned around, and positioned my hole over the glory hole. The guy on the other side didn't need any persuasion: without asking any questions he slid into my ass, vigorously pounding my hole, bare, of course. As hoped, I soon took his load, and being a true gentleman he thanked me before he left. At this point I was totally naked now and dying for more loads. Another guy came in and I immediately presented my ass. To my annoyance he insisted on covering up - so I let him fuck me, but when he came I made it a point to retrieve the condom and empty his load into my arse. For a few minutes afterwards I lay on the floor of the cubicle, my legs wide open as I played with the spunk which was bubbling out of my hole, fingering my arse lips. Before I realized I had company there was a a knock on the door. "Right you come out here!" Jumping to my feet, I looked through the glory hole. A police officer was standing there! "Come on son, out you come," he demanded, adding "Don't fuck around - get the fucking door open and get your fucking arse out here now!" I was in deep shit, but did as he ordered, unlocking the door and opening it, standing there naked and my arse decidedly cummy. Upon seeing me, the officer grabbed me, spun me around, pinning me against the wall, as he slammed handcuffs onto my wrists. "Stay where you are," he grunted, asking "Now, who else is in here?" "I'm on my own," I answered, but still he checked the other cubicles. As he did so, I had the time to consider I was naked and spunk was oozing out of my hole, and dribbling down my leg. I was not in a position of strength. "Fuck, you are in big big trouble, son," the officer commented as he pressed his baton against the back of my neck. However my appraisal of the situation changed when the officer slid his hand between my arse cheeks and dabbled in the spunk with which I was liberally doused. The officer, meanwhile, explored my hoke, even as he kept me pinned up against the wall, handcuffed. "Spread your legs, son," he commanded. I did as instructed, bending over as he pulled my arms upwards. He apparently dropped the baton, and at any rate, I heard the zipper of his uniform trousers slid down. I knew what he had in mind. His cock was big and thick and he rubbed himself against my hole before he roughly pushed himself into me. "Got a couple of loads up there, son, have you?" he asked as he thrust balls-deep into my hole. He pounded faster and faster and then, just when I assumed he was about to cum, he withdrew from my ass, forced me to my knees, and ordered "Drink it, you fucking slag," as he pushes his cock into my mouth, holding my head in what he determined was the perfect position to maximize his pleasure as he wanked his load into my mouth. He gave me a generous mouthful, including a volley or two of cum which ended up on my face and some in my hear. "Clean me up," he demanded so again I more than willingly complied. When he was satisfied, he removed the cuffs, pushed me to the floor pulled up his trousers, retrieved his baton and strode out of the toilet block. Within a minute or so I heard his car pulling away.

1988 I'd always considered myself as an unlucky man. Maybe because I was born on the 13th? I just never got a lucky break ever. My family really didn't do much to make me think otherwise. Mom and Dad were always tired and grouchy, and my two older brothers were mean and barely ever talked to me. As soon as I'd make a good friend in school, he or she would move. Why did I keep going? I just did. It wasn't a "God" that helped me because I didn't believe in one anymore. After enough of your prayers go unanswered, you realize that there is nothing out there. I kept forging ahead and eventually made it to college. Sounds great, right? Not hardly. I was always broke and never had a social life. The Summer after my first year, I came home to live with my parents and my oldest brother (his second wife had kicked him out). I needed a job. "Kwik Kountry" was one of those little independent convenience stores you hardly ever see anymore. Our town was medium sized and this was, by far, the crummiest place to go for beer or smokes. They had an opening for the 11 to 7 shift. It wasn't so bad. Hardly anybody came in, I could smoke and I could drink free Dr. Pepper all night. Oh - and we also carried a huge selection of porn magazines. They were all catered to the hetero crowd, but you could see plenty of dicks in some of them. Yeah, I was gay. Just more bad luck I guess. But it's not like I could just beat off there on the job. I read the articles, even. And talked to a few late-night regulars. There was a lonely old guy who like to drink coffee and smoke while he told me the same stories over and over again. And there were bad teens...smoking, high, shoplifting kids not much younger than me. They seemed to like me even though I'd busted a few of them for stealing or trying to use fake I.D.s. Maybe they knew I was a loser too. By 5 AM, there was no one stopping in. I mopped and cleaned the bathroom. No music and no TV. I thought this would be the worst job I'd ever have, but later I'd consider it maybe "the best". Why? Randy. Kwik Kounty was near the train station, and this was a railroad town. There were guys who worked nights. I think they were either cleaning or fixing the trains or something like that. I just know they liked caffeinated beverages, snacks and porn. I guessed they used their breaks to refuel and jack off. Randy seemed to have an insatiable porn habit -- he bought the same kinds of magazines I liked. The less-famous titles like "Adam's Video" and "Club". They were way sleazier than "Playboy". He was a short, stocky blonde guy who was close to 30. He gave me a hard time about how much everything cost here, but I think he liked me because I rang up his porn like I was ringing up a a Snickers bar. I was cool about it. Sometimes he came back twice in a single night. Three times one night...he'd bought an issue of "Hustler" he forgot he already owned. I always noticed his hands when I gave back change. They were small but wide. Very calloused. I also knew he probably masturbated with at least one of those hands. I pictured it. My best guess was that he wasn't hung or anything. But I still wanted to see his unit. His stuff. His smile was so bright and friendly. Why was he beating off so much? He could get laid so easy. I had this thought: If I was a woman I'd suck his dick right now. I tried to mentally communicate that. but it didn't work. Or did it? Randy started hanging around more often and for longer amounts of time. We'd spend twenty minutes just talking bullshit. He drank his Mountain Dew and I'd smoke. He was just so cute. I had no idea what "falling in love" was, but I think I was on the verge of it. Maybe not. I tried to picture him naked as he talked to me. Nothing about him seemed gay to me. Mom always told me that my eyes gave me away. I have pretty big eyes that dance and gleam when I'm excited. Did Randy see that when he came in? Maybe. He dropped by often...sometimes not to even buy anything. "How do you not fall asleep here? It's so dead." "Oh, I drink plenty of caffeine. I get free soda and just gulp it down all night." "You could always lock the door and put up a sign in the door that says 'back in 5 minutes'." "Never thought of that." "Make it 'ten minutes'...that way you could come visit me for a change." "I just might." He left and I thought some complicated thoughts. Straight guys never turned down a blow job, right? I'd read some things. Maybe he'd let me suck him off if I ever got up the nerve. I'd never sucked a dick, but had imagined doing it so many times. Porn ladies seemed to love doing it. But no way could I close up the store. The deliveries came at all hours. But I was also going back to school in a month. So what if they fired me? Maybe I would do it. This was a guy who was obviously horny all the time. Maybe he wanted a mouth to come in instead of just his rough hand. The next night, I saw Randy again. He seemed happy. "Everything is delayed tonight. I've got the next hour to do nothing. I knew you wouldn't be busy, so I thought I'd come keep you company. Why are you wearing a jacket? It's July." "I just got done restocking the beer and soda and shit. That cooler is cold." "Can you show me? I want to look behind the scenes!" "Sure." Huh? What? He wanted me to show him our crummy little refrigerated section? WHY? I showed him back. The door didn't lock, but I was always afraid it would, and trap me in. I think an old "Brady Bunch" episode put that fear in me. The milk guy had already been here. "Damn! It's cold in here. My fuckin' balls are shrinking." "Oh. That's too bad." "It is? Why do you care?" "Huh...what? I mean. No. I could have told you it's cold back here." "Relax. Will you get in trouble if we have a couple of the beers?" "No. Not if you throw the empties away outside somewhere. But aren't you cold?" "A little, but it's 90 degrees outside. We can have a few brews and I'll let my body sweat dry." We sat on a pallet of Pepsi cases and helped ourselves to a few over-sized cans of Coors Light. I'd never done anything this wrong before. It was my turn to talk. I was the "host" after all. "I'm quitting in three weeks. School starts pretty soon." "I figured. You're too good for this town. But....I'll miss you." "Really?" "Yeah. With my schedule, I don't have much of a social life. I guess you know what that's like." "Absolutely." "And I guess it's extra bad for you --- being a fag." "What? Huh? I mean...why did you think that??" "Relax, kid. I know things. I'm slightly faggoty myself. I've been with men and women since I was 14. I love fucking pussy more than anything, but I'll take whatever I can find. It's confusing and hard to deal with which is why I like porn more." "You DO like porn." "I'm cold. I want to leave here, but I need to kiss you first." Wow. No way. For real. And then he planted his face on mine. It felt so right. He was a little aggressive and the whole scene felt unreal. He had rough stubble around his mouth. We kissed like that for a good five minutes. I'd just had my first kiss in a cold room at the age of 20. Then a customer came in. Shit! I got out of there fast and rang up the dude's Gatorade. During the transaction, Randy left. I'd never felt so alone. My manager came in at 6 AM and let me leave. My lips were very red and swollen. It didn't go away for hours. Mom thought I had an allergic reaction to something. But I guessed Randy's rough kiss and rough face had caused it. I never wanted my lips to go back to normal. Not ever. But they did. I slept during the day...and that day I had a dream about a big city deserted. It looked like Chicago or New York. The streets were empty because a hurricane was coming. I stood in the middle f a wide street and waited for the storm. The next night at Kwik Kountry, it was unusually slow. Randy came in at his regular time and browsed the porn. The new magazines were delivered in the morning when I wasn't here. There must have not been anything interesting because Randy came over to talk after a few seconds. He just bullshitted like nothing had happened between us. We talked casually and like old buddies. I had changed, but he hadn't. I was free to look him up and down. I stared at his crotch, legs, hands and boots. He was a compact guy and very solid. I leered at his body as he talked about stupid stuff. Maybe I imagined it all. No. I hadn't. My mouth and chin were still red. We'd kissed. After he left, I felt a kind of loneliness that was very new to me. He was a straight guy who fooled around. We weren't "boyfriends". OK. It's like I said at the start of this -- I'm unlucky. The next night was on Friday, and we were busier than usual. The teen punks had come and gone. I carded one guy who was a 'Nam vet. He looked young. Whatever. It was mostly uneventful later on -- maybe because a storm was moving in. For such a rural area, people sure hated bad weather. The first hint of rain, and the streets would empty. I guess it was still tornado season. I was drowsy and the distant thunder and wind almost put me to sleep standing up. I needed to go back to school and have things to do. Maybe I faded for a bit, but a really loud clap of thunder shook me fully awake. And then the roaring rain moved in. The wind was really strong and the heavy drops nearly went sideways. Maybe a tornado would come. I decided I no longer cared. If I saw a funnel cloud, I'd just go out and let it take me away. I soaked in my morbid death fantasies when Randy burst in the door. "Holy shit! It's a typhoon out there! You don't have a basement here. do you?" "No. There haven't been any sirens yet. I think we're fine." The moment I finished that sentence, the siren went off. "Lock the door and come with me. We got a big basement. Now!" I was so happy to see him and so concerned about a twister touching down that I don't think I even remembered to lock the door. Randy grabbed my hand (!!) and lead me across the street to the train station. It was a severe storm and I let him guide me. We were soaked. At the door, he fished for keys and suddenly we were in the lobby. It was grand and reminded me of old movies from the 1940's. "This way." The siren seemed louder. We went down a stairwell and he unlocked another door. There we were in a giant underground bunker full of tools and gas tanks and hoses. He was showing me a part of his life. It was so quiet down here. I heard the sirens (there were two going off now) only faintly. "Where's everybody else?" "The other guy went home. We mostly just clean the cars here, Mechanics are all union and work normal hours. I'm mostly a glorified janitor. There was a tornado in Topeka and everything is stuck there until morning. Come on." I followed him to another room that wasn't locked. It was about the size of my dorm room. There were mats and towels and rags everywhere. I felt my wet clothes weighing me down. I just stood there and worried a little about family. We had a basement, They'd be fine. "Damn! You look like you just went swimming. Get out of those clothes. They'll dry quicker." "Get naked?" I was suddenly unsure about everything. "What part of 'take off your clothes' did you not understand?? Don't be shy. I'll go first." And then Randy peeled off his boots and all the rest of his uniform. He was completely nude and I just stared. He was only about 5'8" or so, but had a thick torso. He was covered with brownish/blonde fur. His dick was maybe a little bigger than mine...but was getting half-hard. "You gonna memorize my body or take off your wet clothes?!" Busted. I stripped and knew he was noticing how skinny and hairless my body was. I had a full erection -- also embarrassing. He just acted like everything was normal. We were just two naked dudes. I was so uncomfortable with this now. Funny how eager you can be with fantasy dicks and then reality arrives... "Where should we put the clothes to dry?" "Anywhere. Just stretch them out on the floor. Don't leave 'em in a wad." He was fully hard now. I fussed with my wet jeans for a bit, but I was so busy looking at his hard-on. About 7 inches...maybe more. Cut. His balls were not huge at all, and they seemed to be climbing inside of him. Mine got that when I was cold -- or very horny. "Looks like the storm gave us big boners. You are bigger than I would have guessed. Mine never goes away until I cum. Think you can help?" He walked in my direction and held me in a tight, damp embrace. His erection touched mine. Electricity! He pushed my shoulders down until I was staring right at his cock...that already had a little drop of clear fluid dripping from the tip.His pubes were a little wet. I took the head in my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to do. "Don't worry. I won't shoot in your mouth. Damn! And to think you right across the street all this time! Let's make this count." He wasn't huge, but kept hitting my gag reflex nonetheless. Over and over until I thought I'd throw up. He grabbed my hair and kept pumping. "OK. OK. I should be a nice guy and stop now. No more." He pulled that slimy tool out of my mouth. "No. I can finish for you. I don't mind." "Yeah. If you were anybody else, I wouldn't care. Let's lie back on the mats here." And we did. He'd stopped stroking. The sirens had ended at some point. "What's wrong, Randy?" "A lot. I need to tell you some stuff, but you can't say a word to anybody, OK?" "What's wrong?" I somehow knew what was coming. "I fuck around all the time...with men and women. I can't help it. I'm always horny and everything feels good. I usually do it all in Wichita. I pick up hookers or go to the park. A year ago, I had this weird sore around the head of my dick. I had a really bad sore throat too, but I didn't think the two were related. I went to a free health clinic in Sedgwick because I thought maybe I'd picked up something from somebody. The doc said I for sure had herpes..and crabs. He could see them. He asked my sexual history and I just told him it was long. No details. He insisted I get an AIDS test. I was sure I didn't have it because I had only fucked about three guys in the ass. Maybe four. Plus we're in the middle of nowhere...no AIDS around here that I ever saw." "And?" "What? You think there's a happy ending? I got it. I got the virus. You can't tell this to anyone." My boner softened. An AIDS dick had just been in my mouth. If only there was a new bottle of Listerine nearby... "I won't say anything." "Thanks, man. Let's just rest here a little as our clothes dry. You comfortable?" "I'm a little cold." "Me too. A little." He wrapped a hairy arm around me. That felt good. His skin was warm and we snuggled a little. "Are you scared?" "Sometimes. I'm not now, though. Warming up a little?" "Yeah. You have a nice body." My dick was rising a little. Maybe he saw that. "So do you. Here...I'll get you warm." He climbed on top of me and gave me a huge bear hug. I could feel that his own erection had grown too. "You can fuck me, Randy. I want that." My voice sounded small. "Naw. You're just horny right now." He said that but was forcing my legs apart as he put his weight down heavier. We were different sizes, but we seemed to fit together perfectly...like two puzzle pieces. "OK. Let's just do it for a little while. You can stop when you feel like you're going to come." "You don't know me well. I can't stop." He pushed down a little harder and breathed a little quicker. "I know all I need to know, Randy." A weird thing for me to say since I was clueless about everything.. "OK. We'll try, but you're going to hurt. I almost always use Vaseline." He spread my legs wide and prodded my butt hole with that sick dick of his. I tried to relax and just look into his eyes. I wanted this. Red hot rockets exploded down there. So much pain! I yelled. "It's okay. That was just the head..the widest part. The worst is over. I'm in. Damn! You're tight! I'll try to go slow." 'Try' being the key word here. He didn't let up for a second. I wanted to enjoy this -- it was supposed to be pleasurable, right? I looked up at him and saw his eyes closed tight. Then a wave of bliss went through me. Ahhh. I thought of Rhonda Kemper -- the girl from my old high school who got pregnant when she was 16. I understood now. It's amazing all women weren't knock-upped all the time. Dicks feel good inside of you! "Shit! I think it's too...YEAH! I'm cumming NOW! Shit!" He stayed inside of me and rested his head on mine. We both leaked and sighed. It was done. "There's a bathroom through that door. It's clean." I wiped up and saw my reflection in the mirror above the sink. Did I look different now? Older? Maybe. "Our shifts end pretty soon. Want me to walk you back to Kwik Kountry?" "No. Hopefully the boss isn't already there." "See you tonight?" "You bet." The power was off everywhere. I found my car and just drove home. Randy and I met up nearly every night over the next 19 days. We never fucked again, but I sucked him off often. We went to the little back room at Kwik Kountry where the time clock and stacks of paper sacks were kept. I never knew quite how to feel when he sometimes looked at a porn mag while I blew him. I just know I'd grown so addicted to the taste of his cum. Sometimes we kissed and sometimes we didn't. He always hugged me though, and tight before I left he made me promise to call and write him. We exchanged information and that was it. He seldom wrote me and never called. I guess he had a lot to figure out about his sexuality and his life. I tested HIV+ several months later (but still haven't had any symptoms, thirty years later). And then Randy vanished. His number didn't exist anymore and his letters were returned. Did he die? Move? I don't know, but I DO know I was lucky to have memories of him. Randy? Are you reading this now? Find me please

Keep the comments coming, love hearing your feedback and thoughts: Part: 8 He turned me around and just slammed his cock into me. By now I was gapping open and had so much cum in me that it easily went in with no resistance. Despite all the dicks I had taken this was still the biggest and it fucking made me feel full. I loved it. “I’m gonna fuck all those loads into you bitch. Make sure it takes. You popper slut. Your life will change tonight forever. You are going to take my poz load. I’m gonna fuck death into you.” Wait what? Poz?! Is that what I heard, and then it hit me, all the comments they had been making that I thought was just fun talk was real. Their dirty cum, charged load, gifts! I tried to pull off his dick. “No way man, I don’t want to be poz, that’s not what I signed up for.” Wham, I felt a hit on the back of my head, I didn’t pass out but totally dazed me: “shut up cunt, you have been taking poz dick all night and you liked it. I saw that cum dump glaze in your eyes every time they charged ur pussy up. Look around, all these men are your gift givers.” The lights went up, as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see around the room. There were like 15 guys there. Old, young, fat, skinny…it was a fucking mix of guys, even two homeless guys that I had seen outside the building when I first got here. They asked me for change! I was on all 4s, frozen, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. My wife, my son. I was poz? What? Wait! I was so confused on what was going on. before I could process anything I felt the big black cock just slam into me. I lurched forward, grunted. A bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose. I automatically took a hit. And then it hit me, well. there is no turning back. I have so much poz cum up my wrecked hole that there is no point turning back now. That’s when I realized my cock was rock hard. This shit turned me on. “Poz my pussy sir. I beg you” “that’s my cunt, I knew you loved it. You really are a true cum dump.” And with that he pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed it back in. He wrecked my hole for what seemed forever. He was much thicker than all the other guys. Someone kept offering me poppers and I kept taking them. I was flying high. My dick was rock hard thinking of all that poz cum in my ass working its way into my system. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my demon seed. I’m gonna knock up that gaping hole. Fill you with my poz seed.” “yes sir, please, breed my pussy. I was made to take all loads. I was made to serve men. Poz my slutty ass.” I felt his cock expand in my ass, stretch my hole even more, and he shot rope after rope of cum up my ass. I clenched my ass, milking that poison dick, milking every drop of poz cum with my ass. “fuck yeah slut, you did well…ready for some more poz cum?” “fuck yes sir. I want all the poz cum I can get.” And with that one of the homeless guy slipped back into my gaping ass. I spent the rest of the night being fucked over and over by the guys. I don’t know how many loads I took. All I know is that when I got home late that night I passed out in a heartbeat. I didn’t even change, I was so tired, my legs hurt. I woke up the next morning, still in the jock, a wet spot under my ass from all the poz cum I had taken the night before. The wife was coming home later that day. Not sure how I was going to deal with any of this, but for now I realized I was rock hard. I jerked off while I fingered my hole and shot the biggest load ever thinking of all that poz cum still in me.

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

Part 3 (The New Alpha) Matt woke in Monday morning with 'morning wood' like he had never had before. He could still feel a slight stinging in his right arm as he relived the weekend in which Steve took owner ship of his ass. As he thought deeply on the intimacy of Steve's repeated breeding of him with a poz cum he just had to jerk his cock. He hadn't cum since he bred nerd boy. It didn't take log for Matt to cum, and boy did he cum. He had such a strong orgasm and produced (what he thought) was the largest load of cum in his life. Matt knew he loved fucking a nice ass (or pussy) raw and breeding it full of his cum. He never thought that he'd be on the receiving end of a raw cock and (over the past weekend) poz cum. Matt knew the risks associated with bareback, but figured as a top his risk were relatively low. Now that he has seen the joy of bottoming he new he was going to always bareback as a bottom and top. As he recovered from his orgasm with his cock sill semi hard he began to play with the puddle of cum on his defined abs. He wondered if his load was capable of pozzing an unsuspecting neg ass as Steve had discussed with him the other night. Right after Matt's initial breeding, and as Steve fed Matt more from the pipe, Steve talked about Matt's future and the position as 'Alpha Male", in charge of the boys Steve whored out. As Steve said to Matt (barrowing from the 'Godfather'), "I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse." Basically Steve told Matt he had two choices, he would become the new AM or join the chem whore boys who's asses Steve owned and sold. Matt had 5 seconds to make up his mind. Although Steve knew the kid was too much of a jock to let himself be turned into a whore, he did have points prepared to slam Matt into oblivion and would have every gay boy on campus over to fuck him full of more poz cum while catching all the action on video to hold over Matt's head. It didn't take Matt long to make the right decision and became Steve's AM. The rest of the weekend (between Steve's continued breeding of his new AM) Matt was informed of his new responsibilities and rights. Steve laid them out as follows: Responsibility: 1) keeping the boys in line 2) making sure the boys did as they were told a. showed up on time to their 'appointment' b. did as they were told by the Steve, Matt and the John c. never let anyone else slam them without permision 3) keeping the boys addicted to slamming Tina 4) helping Steve recruit , poz and break in a new piece of ass 5) keeping the Tina and GHB used by the boys secure Rights: 1) ability to fuck any of the boys he chooses (as long as they were not being rented out) 2) get high when ever he wanted (as long as it didn't interfere with his responsibilities) 3) come and go as he pleases 4) continue his college education (which Steve would pay Matt's Tuition) After round two (where Matt took another 4 loads of poz com) Steve asked Matt if he was going to continue wrestling. Matt hadn't thought about that yet when he let his new boss know that he had responsibilities that were more important then wrestling. Steve then proceeded to teach Matt the art of making a good strong slam and how to administer without leaving a mark. Matt was brought back to the reality of the preset when he stood in the bathroom, looked into the mirror and knew his fate was sealed. There in his right arm for anyone to see (if he were shirtless or wearing a tank top) was the distinctive mark of an "AM" (in a special design made by Steve) tattooed on Matt. He had received the marking right before Steve took him over to the run down hotel Steve owned and where he kept the boys. The only nice part was a room that was for"'management use". This was where the boys were given their daily drugs and where Matt could fuck the boy of his choice. Next Part 4 (New Recruit)

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

You might be a faggot, slut, whore, bitch, cumdump taking any cock, anytime, anywhere but that's what makes your pussy so powerful. Faggot pussy desires cock so much that it milks it like no other pussy can. If straight men knew, or allowed themselves to know, how your pussy made them shoot big loads, you would be bred all day long. It would be mostly quick pump and dumps over with in a few minutes because that's how most men like it - just emptying their balls, zipping up and sperming you up again the next day.

If a poz guy has a PA in the end of his cock does it increase the chances of him pozzing a neg. bottom? If the poz guy is not on meds. or even if he is on meds. but his #`s are still high enough to be detectable. I think there is something very sexy about the look of a guy with a large cock and a PA in the end of it. Better still if he has a biohazard tattoo on his lower waist just above his cock. I would not be able to resist not having him put that cock in my ass and pound it good!!

Last week I got fucked late at night by an older, but very hot Scot Biker Dude from north of Edinburgh, Scotland. He was staying in the same London hotel that I was staying in. He messaged me on Grindr and said he wanted to be sucked and rimmed before going to bed. I went to his room and did exactly that. Then he bent me over and pumped a load into me. He has an 8" uncut cock that's very thick. And as rock hard as an 18 year old. He gives a good, hard and deep fucking. Once he had cum in my arse, we were both satisfied and I went back to my room about 1am to go to bed. Ready to go to work again in the morning. I was pretty busy the next two nights and didn't get any action. But on the 3rd night I contacted the hot Scot Biker guy and he said he'd contact me when he got back from his night of drinking with his mates. He told me he had fucked my Scot friend C.C. who lived near my hotel. He asked me to contact him and see if he could join us? I did so. C.C. is another older Scot guy that has fucked me half a dozen times when I've been in London. He lives just a few blocks from my hotel. C.C. told me that the other Scot guy had fucked him a few days ago. He would love to join us. C.C. showed up at my room about 10pm. He and I walked up two floors to the other Scots room. We all 3 quickly undressed and I ended up on my knees, taking turns sucking both their big cocks with red pubes. It was very hot. Then I knelt on the edge of the bed and the Edinburgh Scot began to fuck me, while C.C. knelt on the bed in front of me and fed me his cock. Then they switched places and C.C. fucked me. C.C. is a quick cummer and he filled my ass with his load in less than 5 minutes of fucking. So, C.C. and the other Scot changed positions again. I cleaned off C.C.'s cock with my mouth as the other guy again slid up into my arse. C.C.'s cum came squishing out as Edinburgh Scot's big, thick cock slid up into me. C.C.'s cum made great lube for this big cock as he began to pound me. He was slapping my ass and calling me a whore as he assaulted my ass. About 10 minutes of heavy pounding finally resulted in Edinburgh guy groaning and slamming deep into me, filling my hole with his hot load. When he pulled his long cock from me, I dropped to my knees to clean my cum from his cock, as he softened in my mouth. We all three kissed as we dressed. Then C.C. and I left as we all told each other that we hoped we'd someday, somehow have a chance to all play together again.

Had a great night the other night in west Texas put an ad out not expecting much and it was slow at first. Got two loads mid afternoon then it was dead with flakes but after awhile heard from guy with BBC and he actually showed up. Took 3 loads from just him and he had a friend come over and I took another two loads from him turned into a great night feel sore today!!!

Because sex ≠ love

Hi, I just joined this site. My name is Julian Eternal, I live in Austin Texas. My boyfriend and I are started a company about a few months ago called Double Scorpio. (we're both scorpios). We both have backgrounds in chemistry, but that's not why we started this company. About a year ago I was in New Orleans getting the life plowed of my at the Phoenix and this man slammed a bottle up my nose and the bottle spilled all over my face. INSTANTLY i felt a burn. I knew immediately that I was fucked (In more ways than one). The next few days were absolutely horrible, I had a huge chemical that looked horrible. My worried boyfriend started looking up why this chemical would have the ability to burn you. Well it turns out, in the process of making VHS cleaner you need to make the solution extremely acidic, but when the reaction is done, you're supposed to neutralize the acid. Turns out, not a lot of popper companies do this. I honestly believe because it's just an extra step and since theres no quality control on these solvents. These companies can get away with it. Anyway, Flash forward 6 months later, we created a great product that me and my friends really liked, and no burns and no headaches! Our website is : www.doublescorpio.com We have a clean, safe, and pretty intense product. I know this is a shameless plug. If possible I hope to be able to place an ad on this site.! Cheers! Ask me anything! heres an review on reddit:

Toon what can I say another great story. It was amazing.

I was wrong... horny guy 23yo coming to pound my ass... and another regular asked me to empty his balls after his turn at work around 2 am... Fuck, I didn't realized how they missed me while I was on vacation...

Around my city, quite a few guys talk about parTy, as in TINA or meth. Whatever, I can pass. Especially when I see those who are in a tail-spin! Maybe moderation is possible, just saying! But the thing with CUM being a drug, maybe a placebo... there is something to it. I recall a story about a study that claimed that women feel a high after they take cum and maybe it said 'the same wasn't happening with a condom', I don't recall. But here is my take: us gay guys (in our 'animal nature') aren't 'sniffing the ground for female dogs', we respond to the musky scent of other males. We want to bond with each and almost every one of them, no shame, no fear, slobbering spit on their holes and deep-breathing their manly scent... and cum maybe the ultimate high in the bareback sex scene! Sometimes I feel like a Pavlov-dog as I'm responding to particular scent on a dude (now that with smoke-free bars you can smell 'musky male pheromones' again) Sometimes I see a dude, look at his bulging denims, the ripple of his flaring cut cock (oh dude is hunting commando), the grovel of his voice... and I can say: "Fucker, I can VIRTUALLY TASTE you!" And back to the hotel! Straight to home-run. If he tops me, even the mere anticipation, seeing his leathery cock flopping around, his glaring cum-slit drooling with anticipation to breed, no questions asked, just animal instinct, all that makes me tingle as though I'm high on x! I once had a GAY BULLY BF, a highly-popular, outwardly-straight-appearing type. Always got into fights. Was a total bottom, but the sight of cum made him gag! Weirdest thing! Not sure if he changed; I know he NEVER asked for a condom and did all sorts of drugs... FAST-LANE life-style! He took no personal responsibility for anything he did, always blamed others! He beat up a guy who was fucking him raw for months while they were BOTH doing meth for days. But beat him up only, once he found out his breeder was poz and probably stealthed him. Guys tell me they get VERY UNINHIBITED doing that meth. Coke (when it was still good) worked like a charm for me. But there are the dark sides. I have a 'friend' who doesn't have a pot to piss in, only works odd jobs now 'under the table' mostly to cater to his $100 a day meth-habit! No my idea of 'bliss'... I'm glad I'm past all the 'fear-and-loathing'. Now I reject all the things that held me back: 'conventional relationships', guilt and shame, fear and obsession to 'clean up after sex'. No more rubbers, clinical smells, no quick getting up after sex guiltily queefing buck-juice out and taking a shower to erase all traces. I like a stranger's cum all over me, but preferably swallowed or taken as a booty bump! And I like to savor the musky scent of the buck who bred me for as long as possible. I keep his cum inside me to full absorption and I swear I feel a rush until the next day. Like right now since I got some good last night!

How many of us have had or own "Randy" in our early lives! This amazing short tale should bring quite a few of us back to our early "beginnings". Toon, you do, as always, bring us back to a time when we were just beginning to find ourselves. You give us smiles and hard-ons as we reflect. Such a beautiful story! One that lives in so many of us.

Fuck yeah, I'd probably make fun of him too and tell him that he is just a faggot fucktoy and if he cant breed hole, then he can now focus on being the best cum dump slut he can be. Love guys in chastity too.

Sorry for the delays guys, work has been kicking my arse this week. Here's the next part. --------------- “So” said a big beefy guy covered in a quilt of tattoos, “are you going to be a good submissive cumslut for us, or do we need to gag you?” “Er, er, I’ll be good” I said, rather meekly. “Good boy” he said, “because we’re all knocking you up tonight whether you want it or not.” I stared at him for a moment. “I want it sir” I said quietly. I knew what the array of plus signs, biohazard symbols, scorpions and so on I could see inked on to their chests and arms probably meant, but somehow I was OK with it. The thought that I could get pozzed had crossed my mind a while back as I contemplated what I was becoming, but it didn’t scare me in the way I thought it should. Certainly not the way getting a girl pregnant had scared me into always playing safe with my previous partners. I actually found it a bit of a turn-on, in a butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of a nervous way. “Good boy” the big guy said. “Now tell us again what you want.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then vocalised what was deep inside. “I want you all to fuck me sir. I want you to fill me with your loads. I want you to knock me up.” He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything. I realised he was waiting for a bit more. “Please breed me sir. Please.” He nodded, and then gestured to one of the others in the room to step up. A shorter guy of quite a stocky build with a shaved head who looked like he was Southern Europe somewhere stepped in between my legs. He didn’t make eye contact with me until he had lined his cock up with my hole and pushed it inside, and even then it was only a brief glance before he looked back down at where his dick met my rear end. He then started to fuck the brains out of me, far faster than I thought he would. My heart was going like the clappers as he fucked me, knowing that I was about to get my first poz load. I knew there’d be no turning back, that I would be firmly and finally transitioning into a complete cumdump, but I didn’t care. I think maybe my lottery win had started to make me feel a bit invincible or something. The stocky guy went at a fast pace throughout the fuck, but as he neared orgasm he sped up to a crazy speed, slamming in and out of me like nothing had before. I’m not even sure a pneumatic drill would have done to me what he was. Then he slammed in one final time, threw his head back and roared, spurting his toxic load into me. I felt myself yell out almost in relief, both at the power-fuck being over but also at the release of finally getting what deep down I now knew I wanted. “There you go boy” the big guy said, still the only one of them who had spoken. “You’ve taken his gift. Are you ready for the rest of us?” “Yes sir” I panted. Their gifts I got. At that point there were seven of them in the room, and they all took turns fucking and breeding me as I lay back in the sling. They were all pretty rough with me, but after the night I’d had my hole was sufficiently stretched and coated with cum that I could take it. After their first round, some of the guys fucked me again, but eventually they were all spent. The big guy then came over and unfasted my the clasps holding my wrists and ankles up on the chains, allowing me to lower my aching limbs and slowly stand up from the sling. Cum flooded down the inside of my legs and dripped on the floor below me. “You had enough boy, or do you want more?” he asked, putting his arm around me in a tender way I wasn’t expecting. “More” I said, now completely lost in the fucklust of getting gang-bred in this dingy basement. “Well OK then” he said, encouraging me to slowly walk out of the room. He guided me over to the other side of the room and had me stand in front of the padded bench. I took the opportunity to stretch my arms and legs a bit, before kneeling on the bench and lowering myself forward on to all fours. It was clearly designed for fucking, as there were supports for my legs, arms and torso. As it turned out, there were also clasps on the bench too, and before long I was secured down on it as I had been on the sling. I now had my bottom facing towards the doorway, and could only see the corner of the room ahead of me. What followed was something of pure fantasy for an emerging cumdump like myself. Without ever seeing any of them, guy after guy fucked me and planted his seed in my hole. A few of them grunted words at me, and a couple yelled comments about taking their dirty load as they came, but otherwise most were fairly quiet as they went about their business. I really don’t know how long I was there, but as the numbers of men breeding me started to dwindle I guessed that it must be getting pretty late. After a lull when no-one was at my rear end, I heard the familiar voice of the big guy from earlier. “Well my boy” he said, “I think that’s probably your lot for tonight. I’m going to give you one more load, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and into a taxi home.” “Thank you sir” I replied, right before his enormous cock began to work its way into me. He had definitely been my favourite fucker earlier on when I could see who was inside me, and despite the fact that my hole was definitely now quite sore, it was still nice to have him back up my channel fucking me. Throughout the fuck he gently goaded me with comments and observations about what I now was and what my life would be. I felt a sort of calm and serenity washing over me as he worked his way around inside my hole, thinking of my new-found financial and sexual freedom. I never needed to work again, I could go anywhere in the world I wanted and do pretty much anything, and after tonight I was also free to be the man I clearly was without fear and without remorse. He eventually flooded me for one last time, and then held in place inside me while he came down from the orgasm. He gently stroked my lower back and buttocks as his giant cock softened, before gently pulling out. He was gone for a moment, before I felt a pressure on my hole that wasn’t like any cock I’d had. Then something popped inside, and I realised he must have put a plug in me. He then released the clasps on my ankles before coming round the side of the bench to do the same with my wrists. He helped me up off the bench, and then turned me to face him. “How do you feel?” he asked, gently stroking the side of my face. “Tired” I whispered, “but satisfied.” “You did well tonight” he said. “I’ll be sure to tell Ben what a good little cumdump you were for us all.” “Thank you sir” I replied, smiling at him. “Now let’s get you cleaned up” he said, turning and putting his arm round me again. He walked me out of the room and down to the changing rooms, where with a huge amount of tenderness he proceeded to help wash me down in the showers. Several times he made sure the plug in my hole was secure and holding the loads inside, but as it was clearly going nowhere he eventually let it be. Once I was washed, he helped me dry my aching body and then I got dressed into the tracksuit I’d worn the night before. I pulled my phone out and had a look at the time, shocked to see it was nearly 5am. “Blimey” I said, realising how many hours I’d spent getting fucked. “This won’t be your first all-nighter” the big guy said, grinning at me. “Cumdumps like you eventually sleep all day and ride all night. It’s in your nature.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that as a lifestyle, but nodded at him anyway. Then we headed upstairs and out into the dawn where two taxis were waiting. Before he got into his he handed me a business card with another mobile number handwritten on the back, and then he was gone. I watched his taxi drive off, and then climbed into mine. I gave the driver my address, and then just as we pulled away I booted up Google Maps and put a pin in my current location, not wanting to lose the opportunity to come back here again. I then sat back, closed my eyes and thought about the start of the night when Rob had said the rest of my life was beginning there and then. I realised he was right, but I’d had no inclination of just what a change was coming. Involuntarily I found myself smiling, then opened my eyes to watch the waking world go by outside.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty One The sun felt hot on my skin, as I laid out next to the pool. I had a good nights sleep, a hearty breakfast, and prepared for my adventures, but now I just wanted to lay in the sun and bake. There was not many men around the pool, a few but they were busy with one another. I was a little glad that they were leaving me alone, but I also missed the attention that I had gotten the day before. I had no idea where Dad was, he was not in our cabin when I woke. I was sure he was around the resort somewhere. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my naked body, and run down my skin. I closed my eyes, and focused on hearing only what slight breeze, that would send shivers through my body, as it tried to cool me from the hot sun. My mind was blank, even though there was much to think about: my upcoming gang bang that would make me a member of the club, and Dax - the mystery that I could not solve. My quiet peace was broken with a cough. “Dad?” I asked with out opening my eyes. Only to be met with silence. I opened to see a man half bent over next to me, spreading a towel on the lounge next to me. His back was to me. He was covered completely from head to toe in tattoos. His muscular ass flexed as he moved. I closed my eyes to a squint so he would not see me staring, even from behind my dark sunglasses. Turning slightly to sit on the lounge, I caught a glimpse of the front of his body, He was built, must live in the gym, yet he was not as big as Doc. His cock hung from his shaved crotch, uncut. The front of him was covered in tattoos, again from head to toes. Not one inch of him from neck down was blank. It was so fucking hot, I had never seen thing like it. Fuck even his cock was tattooed. He stretched out on the lounge, exposing his body to the sun. I could not stop staring. Wasn't long until beads of sweat formed on his body. I continued to squint as I watch, then it happened. His cock twitched and moved, jumping slightly from it position on top of his balls, to the crease where his crotch meets his leg. At the same time, it grew in length slightly. Then it moved again, twitching from the crease to over onto his leg and grew a bit more. “Watch closely, boy” I thought I heard softly in the breeze. His cock twitched again, moving upwards towards the area where his leg met the bottom of his torso, and grew in length a bit more, this time the tip of his foreskin opened and the tip of his cock head peeked out. “It likes you boy” This time his cock jumped, up in the air, growing thicker, longer and more of the head popped out as it landed half way to his belly button. It was still growing as it laid on him, expending in girth as well as length. It was already at least nine inches long. I was mesmerized by his cock. I watched as it jumped again this time landing right across his belly button and extending at least three inches past. I could feel my hole twitch as I watched his cock. I wanted that cock in me. He gripped the base of his cock and stood it straight in the air, slowly moving it back in forth as if he was inviting me over to him. I quickly stood, my own cock now hard and pointing out in front of me. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole, getting it wet for this uncut cock. I stepped one leg over his lounge and positioned my hole over his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks, slowly lowering myself until his head was pressing against my hole. I pushed down and out as his cock head popped into my hole. I continued sliding down on it until I was sitting on his lap. My hard cock was resting on his tattooed stomach. His hands were exploring my body, feeling me all over. “A blank canvas” he said, smiling. I slowly pushed upwards with my leg muscles, lifting my hole off his cock then slowly slide back down, his lips pressed tightly against one another. As i repeated my movements, he slide his hands under my ass, helping me up and holding me as I slowly slide down his shaft. “Your father promised me your hole, years ago.” he said “Dax?” I asked “Sorry boy, I am not, but I do know about him” he replied moaning as I slowly squeezed his cock with my hole and sucked it back deep into me. “Damn” “I have heard you are fascinated by his mystery.” “Yes” I moaned as I continued to fuck myself on his uncut cock. “My story is more interesting” he said “Tell me, please” I begged, “I won’t stop fucking myself on your cock. “I met your father five years ago, a chance meeting at a sleazy bar. When I saw his ass I knew I wanted him” I listened as I slowly fucked myself, my cock bouncing off his hard abs. “I had just converted to poz, unmedicated and had a high viral load, and I knew I wanted to be a gift giver and I knew the moment I saw your Daddy, he was going to be my first” the tattooed man said. My cock jumped and pre-cum started to flow, holy shit I was about to hear how my Dad got HIV. I slowed down on my fucking. “I started sending shots his way, I wasn’t trying to get him too drunk, I wanted him to be aware of what was happening when I stealthed him, but not able to stop me. Once he was a this point, I went in for the kill. I flirted with him, I made him feel as if he was a living God, that i needed to have” I stopped moving up and down, and held his cock deep in my hole, I grabbed my hard cock and slowly started to jack it. We had locked eyes. “I took him to a motel close by, it was one that charged by the hour. A real run down, sleazy motel. Not many like them anymore. Anyway, I got him inside my room, stripped him and then stripped my self. I started to explore his hairy body, sucking his cock, twisting and pulling his nipples until he was so fucking turned on, he would beg me not to stop.” HIs hands lifted me again off him, moving my hole up along his hard uncut cock. I took the hint and started to slowly fuck myself again. “I pushed him on the bed, face down and lifted his furry ass up. He asked for a condom, which I got out of my jeans and put on” he said moaning as I fucked myself “How did you infect him if you put on a condom” “Well i had doctored the condom, so it would break as I fucked him, I put my spit on his hole and pushed in. I let him get use to my cock in his hole. He reached around to feel the condom, once he knew it was on, he begged for me to fuck him, which I did” My balls were tightening up and I knew I would cum if I continued to stroke myself. So I stopped and concentrated on fucking myself. “I felt the condom break and my head slide through, but I continued to fuck him, pumping my cock in and out of his hole. Even as the condom worked down my shaft I kept fucking your Daddy, Leaking my poz pre-cum into him, like I am doing to you now” “oh fuck” was the only thing I could say. “OH fuck is right, His hole felt so fucking good on my bare cock, just like yours does now. I continued to pull my cock out of hole and drive into him all the way, bouncing my balls off his, condom around my base.” I sped up the fucking of my hole on his uncut cock, as I listened. “I couldn’t help it boy, your Daddy’s hole was so hot that I slammed into him and shot my poz load, just like I am dong now” he said grabbing my waist and pushing me all the way down on his uncut cock, holding me there as he shot deep inside me. My first load of the day. “I pulled out quickly after I deposited my gift into your Daddy’s ass. Ripped off the condom and flung it across the room, where it hit the wall and fell behind the tv. I quickly dressed and left.” I squeezed my hole around his cock, trying to milk his cum from his shaft. “I had friends that knew your Daddy, who would let me know how he was. When I got word that he had come down with the fuck flu, I instantly shot my load in my pants.” “Does he know it was you who gave it to him” “Not at first he didn’t, but he found out, well rather I confessed anonymously. During a anon fuck, he was blindfolded at a motel, I was fucking his hole again and whispered in his ear, ‘this reminds me of when I fucked you, shot my load in you, and infected you in a sleazy motel.’ I just continued to fuck him and dumped a load into him. and then he spoke” “What did he say” “Thank you” my Dad said from behind me. I pulled up off his cock. It was still hard. I moved back to my lounge as my Dad stepped forward and sat on his cock, taking him deep into his hole. “When did he promise you my hole” I asked.

FUCK ME!!! damn!!! i want that dick!

Getting my hole ready for being fucked takes effort and time. My reward for that effort is to get a load of cum. Everybody wins.

I'm always horny AF and last night was no exception. Before i even left work i had posted on CL and was getting texts and emails. Made sure i was clean as soon as i got home and then opened the backyard gate wide and waited blindfolded in the darkness for guys to arrive. Didnt have long to wait before i heard some slight shuffles behind me and then felt a hand on my ass and a cock thrust at my face. I reached back to feel for the already hard cock that was probing my hole and at the same time opened my mouth to swallow the cock in front of me. Lube was on the patio table but definitely no condoms. I was concentrating on the guys inside me and never heard others come up until the guy in my ass busted his load inside me and then felt another guy take his place. The new guy didnt worry about preliminaries and just slide full length into my ass and started fucking hard. The guy in my mouth grabbed my head and thrust his cock down my throat as he spewed a big load of cum. I pulled off a bit so i could taste his cum on my tongue and feel the shots as he came. He had a beautiful smooth cock that i milked every drop from. 6 guys bred my ass before the back yard was empty again and i began the cycle of answering emails and texts again. By the time i was ready for sleep i had taken another 4 cocks and 5 loads. Despite my best effort to keep it inside me some cum was sliding down my leg. I left it there so it would just dry on me and do i could smell it. Not everyone could come right then so i ended up falling asleep in the bedroom by the front door, said door being unlocked. Woke up with a wonderfully long cock in my ass, pumping me slowly. He fucked me quietly until he started picking up the pace and told me he was going to pump my whore pussy full of cum and called me a whore a couple more times. I just pushed back against him and said i wanted his cum deep in my whore hole. Four more loads after him so far. :-D

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

Dad’s Basement Part Nineteen. The light slowly was filtered out by the trees and growth. It wasn’t as dark as the room we were, but it was dark. I could see men walking around a head in the woods, as well as them sucking and fucking. Was fucking hot. We moved deeper and deeper along the trail, until we came to a small clearing. I watched Dad approach a man, he was tall and skinny. Dad reached out and hooked his hand around the man’s head and guided his head until they were close enough to kiss. Without thinking my hand went to my cock and slowly started to stroke it. Dad and the skinny man, were locked in a deep kiss and I knew their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies and eventually were holding and stoking the other man’s hard cocks. “Knew I would find you out here Brent” Dad said, “you know I was looking for you” “Knew you would find me out here too,” Brent said, “Who’s the kid?” “Believe it or not, he’s my son, biological son.” “His ass game? Want us to poz him and bring him over to our team” “I took care of that myself, me and a hand full of guys from the basement, but he took my cock and strain first” “Damn, that’s fucking hot Drew, I want some of that cock and boy pussy” “I get you first, it’s been too long since you and I flipped fucked” “Let’s head to your cabin Drew, I want to pump my A.I.D.S load into your hole” “Went full blown huh?” “Yeah about a month ago, let’s get to your cabin and have a little fuck party with the boy” “Come on you two let’s go” Dad said, leading the way out of the woods. I didn’t even protest I just followed Dad and Brent. They were a head of me, talking away. I watched both their asses as they walked, keeping my cock hard. We passed all types of men, old, young, smooth hairy, and the list goes on and on. One thing they had in common was their cocks, all of them were hard. I saw men sucking and fucking all out in the open, not ashamed of the obscene act that they were performing. We arrived at the cabin and went in, Dad and Brent started kissing again. I stood back and watched. It was so hot seeing my Dad kiss another man, both of their cocks were hard. Even without getting an invite from either one, I dropped to my knees, taking Dad’s cock in my mouth and Brent’s cock in hand. I sucked Dad for a minute or so, then switched to Brent. I did this over and over as they kissed. They pulled me up and I joined their kiss. I felt their hands rub my back and make their way to my hole. They stuck their fingers into it, finger fucking my hole at different rhythms. I could hear the sloppiness of my cum filled hole. “Hot sloppy hole boy” Brent said. Dad pulled Brent to the bed with him, he laid back on the bed and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his hole. Brent rubbed his cock up and down Dad’s hairy hole, then pushed in deep. “I missed this hole Drew” Brent said “always the best I have had” I watched as Brent pulled out, then drove his cock deep in Dad’s hole. Brent’s balls were swinging with each pump in and out. “You just going to watch Son or join in?” Dad asked me. I jumped, breaking the hypnotic stare I had on Brent’s cock. I moved behind Brent and dropped down. I sat in between Brent’s legs with my back against the bed. I could see his cock sliding in Dad’s ass. I ran my tongue along the bottom of Brent’s cock, tasting my Dad’s ass juice and the cum that was coating Brent’s cock. I would hit Dad’s hole every now and then causing him to moan. I heard the cabin door open, but didn’t care who came in. “This a private party or can anyone join in” “The more the merrier” Dad said. The man moved behind Brent, lining his cock up with Brent’s hole. As Brent pulled out of my Dad’s ass, he slide back on the new cock. I moved a little and started to tongue the new cock and Brent’s hole. “That’s it boy, wet my cock” the man said. I watched him push into Brent, driving Brent’s cock deep into Dad. Cum squirted out of Brent’s ass as the man pulled out. I was lucky enough to have my mouth under his ass and have it land in my mouth. I crawled out from under the men, and moved one the bed. I sat on my Dad’s face. He instantly started to tongue my ass, as I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. I heard the door open again and felt someone climb on the bed. I was too engrossed in Dad’s cock to see who it was. He moved until he was kneeling at the top of Dad’s head. “Fuck my son” Dad said The new man moved forward, pushing his cock against my hole. It easily slid into me. I just kept sucking Dad’s cock. I could feel Dad’s tongue licking my hole. The cock inside me felt so good and I knew Dad was enjoying Brent’s cock because he was leaking a massive amount of pre-cum. “Got an audience at the windows Drew” Brent said, still sliding his dick in Dad and his hole on the other cock. “Get them in here Brent” Dad said muffled under me. Brent motioned for the men to enter. I looked up to see about six more men enter the cabin and start sucking each other. It wasn't long until they were fucking as well. The man behind Brent pulled out and moved to where the man was fucking me. “Trade” he said. The cock pulled out of me and was replaced with the man’s cock. Brent was soon penetrated by the new cock and the fucking continued. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over Dad’s neck and furry chest. The room began to smell like sex as chorus of moans and groans filled the air. Men were switching partners over and over. I pulled off of the man up my hole and turned and sat on Dad’s cock. Brent’s cock was still pumping Dad’s hole, but his top had moved on. “That’s it son, sit on Daddy’s cock” “Is he really your son” someone asked “Fuck yeah, he’s on the cock that made him” Dad said, “and the cock that pozzed him” “Oh that’s fucking hot” I started to bounce on Dad’s cock as he ran his hands all over my body. I could feel Brent’s chest against my back, his sweat mixing with mine. He reached around and started to pinch and tug on my nipples. My cock bounced off Dad’s stomach. A man came and sat on Dad’s face, giving Dad the chance to eat out his hole. Brent leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Change places with me” I just grinned.

I have been having sex with many members of my family...dad, uncle, brother nephew, my son, and they all whore me out to friends...its been a great life... I love my dads cock ever since I was 11...

This is a true story of a bearded masseur going surprisingly bareback for a birthday massage. The Call My manager had called in a favor that put me travelling for work on my birthday. What joy! but I decided to make the best of the situation by getting a birthday massage. I hoped online the morning of my birthday to look for guys offering massage. This kind of search was new to me. My bf says I can be a slut so "looking" online is old news but I'd never been "generous" in my sexual adventures, so I was being a bit cautious for obvious reasons. I spotted an ad by a guy that the app said was really close to my hotel. He used plain, simple English, had a couple clothed pictures, and had written in the ad to text or call him for more details. So I texted him -- "what the heck" I thought to myself, let's do it. He said his name was Steve. He was relatively slow in responding to my txts but was very candid: which hotel? what kind of massage? how long? I figured these questions were all business as usual since they were the same questions my massage therapists asked. I txted back that I'd be comfortable with a "full body". He replied, "nude sensual massage?". I txted back if that works out then yes, and asked how much. Everything was reasonable except the time. I had several work emails and calls to make that morning so I asked for later that afternoon but Steve said he was leaving town so could only do that morning. Rather than look more, because everything sounded great with Steve, I agreed and we setup a time for him to come to my hotel room within the hour. I showered then hopped down to the hotel lobby where I'd seen an ATM. "Card declined." WTF! I started panicking and thinking that I'd have to call my masseur to cancel because I was broke! My bank texted me a few seconds later and asked if I was trying to withdraw money. "Ooooh", I thought, "fraud detection." I almost never withdraw cash while travelling so my bank must have caught the ATM use as odd. I texted my bank back that it was me, went back to the ATM, and got cash that time. First panic over with. I'd asked Steve the masseur to meet me outside the hotel lobby so I could make sure it really was him. My friend who lived in a nearby neighborhood and who I'd had dinner with had told me that my hotel was in a shady part of town. So there I stood, on the busy downtown street, on the phone with coworkers while waiting to see if some stranger, who didn't look at all like Steve's ad, try to rob me. hah! -- and in a way you could say I was "working the street" LOL, but only because I was trying to wrap up my morning with work before the massage. My phone buzzes that there is another call incoming and the callerID is Steve my masseur. I'm trying to get off the phone with a coworker, it takes my coworker another couple minutes to SHUT UP, Steve goes to voicemail, and I hurridly call him back. "Maybe he's cancelling" I think to myself, because it was already 10mins after our arranged time. I say "Hi" and Steve has this calm, masculine, but soft spoken voice, and says he's at the elevator already! WTH! Maybe he's pushing for me to do something rash without seeing him so I panic again. With him on the phone, I hurridly walk back to the elevator shafts, and see this guy on the phone walking towards the lobby. He's 6'0, bearded, white, in plaid and jeans. "Oh that you?" I say while looking at him, with a bit of delight, and smile. He smiles back. It was the same guy as in his ad pic. The Arrival Luck would have it we get into an elevator by ourselves. I blabber on about work because nothings worse than awkward silence in an elevator with any stranger, but all while having a good look over Steve. Piercing blue eyes, weathered face, muscular neck with adams apple, big rugged hands at his sides; but again that plaid shirt and plain fit jeans. Nothing tight fitting in attire. Actually the plaid shirt make him look like some lumberjack that rolled out of Washington State's mountains. All he'd need would be boots instead of sneakers. Hah! He doesn't smell of wood -- and I mean tree wood, LOL -- and doesn't smell homeless, or of weed, smoke, or anything really. His accent isn't decernable -- no queeny high pitch, and no James Earl Jr, but no attitude either; just an all American accent like you'd hear in the Midwest thought very soft spoken. The elevator door opens on my floor and I walk him into my room. His eyes dart around too to check everything out. I finally notice that he doesn't have a bag, backpack, or anything to carry supplies. On a good note that means he doesn't have a rifle or rope or drugs or anything my panicy mind could conjure up to freak me out but also doesn't mean he has massage supplies? "So I've done many massages but nothing like this before", I admit, hinting at how he wants to do this without supplies. To which he says, "Oh. ... It's really hot in here," and takes off a retro windbreaker jacket that I hadn't noticed. "Oops, sorry," I say and dart to the thermostat, "I turned up the temp thinking it'd need to be warmer." I seriously thought a nude massage would be more comfortable in a kind of sauna-like environment? but Steve must have been roasting so I quickly turned the AC on. Steve strips down the bed and motions for me to hop on it. So I just strip down butt naked in front of the guy. I don't really know why I did strip in front of him. My dick is soft and I just imagine being in a lockerroom with Steve and talking to him like any other guy. He's still got his lumberjack clothes on. "One reason I'm glad you could do today is because it's my birthday," I keep on. "Happy birthday!" he says with a cheeky smile, "how old are you?" Though I thought my age was in my online profile he must have forgotten. I tell him 37 and ask for his. He's 50! I thought he was low 40s -- I mean I'm not ageist, it's all about chemistry, and his face is weathered but no wrinkles, and he wasn't the fastest at texting like Millenials text, but with that muscled neck he stays fit somehow. Or at least preserved guy, I think to myself. "I'm going to use your restroom" he blurts out in his soft but masculine voice. Hmmm, I think to myself, wonder what's up? Maybe he's nervous about undressing in front of a guy? So I squat on the bed naked, listen to Steve the masseur piss in the toilet, and check my work email again. Steve comes out of the toilet -- STILL clothed -- and says, "I don't have professional stuff but brought lotion and a special lotion." He pulls out the 2 "lotions" from a cloth wrapped up his windbreaker jacket, and one is Gun Oil. I dart a quirky smile at him and just say "Oh, OK" because the Gun Oil is obviously for fucking around. I mean, guys do jack off with lube but how many? And I smile because I'd suspected Steve may be straight, given how he looks and talks, but how many str8 men buy Gun Oil?? So he's gay afterall, or at least bi, despite his lumberjack looks. "Lay with your head at the edge of the bed, face up." he says to me while walking away. I do as commanded. Then I hear him FINALLY getting his clothes off. Sadly he's got me laying away from him so it's hard to look his way without being obvious that I'm checking him out, so I miss his whole unclothing! Ugh!! Again I wonder if there's some surprise. Maybe his dick is covered in warts? Maybe he's got purple lesions all over his body! My mind always panics about the unknown, and Steve had given no nude pics. Then he walks over to my head hanging on the edge of the bed, and I feel him on my forehead. It feels soft and a bit cold. I look up at there's this gorgeous bottom up POV of Steve! His flacid cock is on my forehead resting, above that is a bit of reddish blond pubes, then a small baby bump stomach, he's leaning over and I see hairy pecs, his musclar neck, two thick arms stretched out towards me, his facial beard, and those light blue eyes behind it all. I hear the lotion pop open and squirt on his hands. Then I feel something harsh on my chest! His hands! His palms are like sandpaper!! In all my massages, both girls and guys, they have soft, smooth palms. But Steve's are rough. I get excited by this apparent negative feature of Steve's: rough hands = hard working, blue collar man? I imagine: does he work construction? or with ropes? One of his pics was on a boat, so maybe fishing? Whatever he does has TORE UP his palms, but with the lotion it kind of feels like a Korean exfoliating massage (where they basically scrape off your old skin, and it actually feels good, though they do it with a special cloth not their hands). It's not pleasant, at first. Everything else about the massage is normal and I'm fully relaxed now. We're both naked but neither Steve or I get hardons. My mind is churning: do I want to have sex with this hunk of man? YES! Does he want to have sex with me? Who knows! I'm paying for a massage, at basically the typical rate for full body @ 1hr, so maybe he really is bi and doesn't want to do anything. But why did he ask me "sensual"? I mean, I'm a 5'8 150lb white nerd with glasses and a chatter box, so no stud or twink, and Steve's dick is as flaccid as it was to begin with. I get up and thank him very much. I'm looking down at Steve because he's squat on the bed. What a sexy, handsome man he is looking up at me with those blue eyes! "Do you like massage?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Sure, you want to massage me??" I guess this is an odd request from a client. "Yes, if you're OK with that." Again I don't know his sexual orientation so I'm not sure whether my ask comes across as being an oddball nerdy client or him being str8-ish. He accepts. This this hunk of man lays down, face down! and presents his gorgeous body to me. He's totally smooth on his backside. His shoulders are broad, and connect decent biceps but very thick forarms to those rough hands. His butt is this pale white mound of beef cake below a size 32 waste I figure, so that is just watering my mouth. His legs are two thick tree trunks holding up nice calves that are mostly bald. I notice his feet are covered in white, Fruit-of-the-Loom, knee-high socks! LOL! What dreadful socks, but just like I'd expect a blue collar, low key "str8" guy to wear. At least this socks are clean and bleach white! As I massage him, I notice how everything is thick about him. His forearms. His hams. His gluts. This 50 year old man has more muscle that I can ever imagine. He starts to sniffle and squirm. Maybe this was a bad idea, I think to myself. "I need to roll over" and Steve does so. "Everything OK?" I ask, hoping in my mind he's into me touching him. "Yea just everything was running to my nose." And he lays there spread out before me. Now I get to see his front side full on. His chest is the only hairy part of this man's body besides his face. It's reddish blond just like his pubes and covered from pec down to belly. Then I finally see his package full on. His balls are totally hairless and smooth but wrinkled and his sac the size of 2 lemons. His cock is still flaccid but a shower. Smooth light foreskin still coveres everything but even soft his cock is thick about the size of a thick pork sausage though longer. Such a beauty to see this man's package. All I want to do is suck on this man's meat! But do I make a move, I think to myself. I'm worried. If I touch him sexually, will he get up and leave?? Of course not! I think of the Gun Oil he brought. So yes, the lube means he's up for something, but what? Steve the masseur makes the 1st move. I'm sitting squat next to him on the bed working on his massive quads. He touches my thigh, then works underneath me to grab my balls. Those rough hands again! I look at him, into his blue eyes, and see it -- I see that we will have sex. I can't explain how but there is some connection there with Steve, so I smile at him. I'm so fucking releaved to know that I can enjoy him fully! So I move my hands up his crotch and cup my hands around his big ballsac. It feels wonderful to have his eggs in my hands. But now Steve moves fast. He drags my lower half closer to him, opens up my legs, and pull my waste next to his chest. OMG! He's getting us into a 69 position! His thick thigh raises up, opening his crotch next to my face, and his soft cock and balls slide down the leg next to my mouth. I feel Steve first: he inhales one of my balls into his mouth! FUCK his mouth feels great. I return the favor and grab half his nuttsac and open my mouth wide to take in this man egg. We work on each other balls for minutes and I'm rock hard now. When I look down at Steve's cock it has swelled into an fatter sausage but isn't rock hard. Of course the time has come to suck on this man's cock. As I do, aiming to avoid hitting him with my teeth, Steve's cock doesn't get bigger. He feels great inside my mouth, filling it up mostly, but is still only semi-hard. How odd, I thought. What does this man like? I soon find out. Steve yanks my rock hard dick out of his mouth, lays both hands on my butt, opens up my cheeks and bam! He dives into munching on my butt crack! He starts making these deep, muffled moaning sounds and his big legs act like they're pushing his waste closer to me. This guy likes, rimming ass!! I'm so confused! Then I have another panic attack: he wants to fuck me?! Oh geeze, I cannot get fucked. I had showered but I'm travelling without supplies to clean out. Then I think of Steve again: maybe he just really likes ass. I mean, I LOVE ASS so much that I've blown my load just from a guy sitting on my face. OK, so I'll help out Steve. I raise myself up, move his big legs down flat, and sit on his face! Smothering him with ass! This drives the man crazy! All sorts of muffled moans are coming out of his mouth. His rough hands start smacking my buttcheeks inbetween butt munching. And then I see it: my eyes look down from the happy trail to his belly button to his pubes and: his fattened up stiff cock! For the 1st time Steve's dick is hard enough to stand up. Fuck it looks beautiful between his 2 massive legs. I of course lean over and get his dick in my mouth again, but now I cannot. Before I could take his semi all the way but now his dick hits the back of my throat and the shaft isn't all the way in my mouth. I do the hand + mouth jacking but want to give Steve more yet my deepthroat skills aren't stellar (guys are been training me to avoid teething them). I make a conscious effort to open up wide enough and position my mouth so Steve's fully hard dick can push through the back of my mouth and go down my throat. Now my nose is in his big ballsac. It smells of manhood, then I cannot breath, and feels wonderful to be choked up my Steve's big dick. The Fuck He rims my ass while I suck and deepthroat his fully hard dick more. After many minutes of this intense action I pull off because my dick is so turned on as Steve occasionally reaches around to jack me. I don't want to cum yet. Steve and I squat on the bed and face each other. He grabs my dick and I grab his. "You really like that" I say to get at what's next. "Yea" he says simply, "When I was massaging your backside, I wanted to do that. You have a beautiful ass". "And you have a beautiful cock" I proudly told him. "My sausage suprise" he said and we laughed. We look into each others eyes while jacking each other's dicks. I could just cum like this, I think to myself. But Steve grabs the Gun Oil. He squirts a few pumps on each of our dicks. OK maybe he does jack with lube (I don't need to). Then he takes a finger and lubes the outside of my hole. Oh damn, I think to myself. He does want to fuck. "I don't think I can do this" I honestly admit to Steve. I then realize something hopful: my BM that morning. For many years I've had to clean out on the rare times that I bottom because my bowel movements aren't the best. Bottom friends have told me all sorts of tricks they use, like special diets, but I eat what I want and don't like a lot of fuss when fucking so I top more and don't bother with making sure I can bottom. But that morning, after setting up the massage with Steve, I now remember that I had a very good BM. (Not to disgust: but it was clean. I didn't even need toilet paper, which usually means it's all out and clean in there). Steve just says, "OK. We can try." I took that not as a command but also not a suggestion -- he wanted to take the opportunity. He grabs my legs and lifts me back so I fall onto my back. Steve looks down at his cock and my hole. I look up at his hairy pecs. thick forearms holding my legs up, and look at his face. He catches me and looks back, then closes my legs so my ankles are around his musclar neck, and presses his dick against my hole. I brace. OK I know I'm not suppose to brace but it's been awhile and I'm nervous about my hole still. "Just breath" Steve says. AHA! He knows the drill! At this point I figure Steve is gay, or at least bi. He's fucked a guys ass before and knows I need to relax. I'm even more excited and attracked to Steve now. We have more in common. We've both fucked guys asses. Steve is just a lumberjack gay or whatever -- he doesn't fit into any mold that society has setup for him. He isn't "masc" or "discreet" or desperate or crazy. I respect the guy so much for that. Is he going to fuck me? even though we don't know each other? Yep, we're both horny and are attracted to each other so we will fuck. His big head pushs past my sphincter. His thickness stretches my hole open and it feels great. Steve squirts more Gun Oil on his shaft. He keeps pushing in deeper while we switch from looking down at each other's junk to looking at each others eyes. "It OK?" I stupidly ask. I'm asking several questins to Steve while he's got a good view. I mean: is his dick still clean? And the bigger question: he's got NO CONDOM on his dick. I don't carry condoms travelling and Steve's massage supplies didn't include any. "Yea. It's tight," Steve says while looking at me. Did he know what I was really asking?? His dick is up digging deeper into my fuckhole, bareback, and he doesn't know me. And I wish it were less tight! I bottom better with smaller dicks and I figured Steve is a solid 8+ and very thick. Steve takes my legs off of his hairy chest and lays them open next to his thick quats. Each of his piston arms punch down to the left and right of me on my back and he begins to lean over me. His muscular neck and upper shoulder is right above my forhead as his upper body stretches above mine. I look down his hairy pecs, and his little baby bump stomach, and watch his waste start to pound. Steve then lowers his beefy body just above mine. My dick is rock hard and getting a bit squashed by him leaning in. His neck and ear is right next to my eyes. I notice his neck is a bit red. I look over across his smooth arched back now. I feel the hairs on his chest touch my shoulders and stomach. I squeeze my calves around his waste. He is slowly digging his dick deeper into my hole. I want to encourage him, so I reach my arms out as far as I can and grab his thick thighs. My hands travel up and I feel his big beefy ass. I squeeze and pull his ass in on his next thrust. I wonder if Steve has fucked chicks too and if girls have enjoyed squeezing his big beefy butt as much as I am. Steve's big dick rams through to the back of my fuckhole. Fuck it hurts! I moan in pain. But I keep encouraging Steve's dick. On each thrust I pull his ass in with my hands on each of his buttcheeks. Every couple of thrusts his dick rams through again and hurts like hell. "Shh, the neighbors" Steve said quietly but sternly in my ear. Oh, I must have been moaning loudly! This was a thin walled hotel and you could hear a person walking down the hall past your door. So I bit my lips. But Steve was a beast. His thrusts got a rhythm on time with a metronome. I didn't need to grab his ass and encourage him anymore and almost needed to brace against his great thrusting thighs. Steve's fucking became a machine. Constant pace and ramming in deep each time. What happened to this decent, all American lumberjack? His thrusting was getting gradually faster and was not letting up. My buttcheeks started making that butt slapping noise, ya know, when being pounded rough and hard. Steve moved his arms back into pistons and raised his body off my but still leaning over me fully. I could no longer grab his beefy ass so grabbed his great thighs just to feel them pounding me. We looked at each other in the eyes again. What a handsome and kind face he still had while fucking. He wasn't squirming or constricting his face. I probably was looking funny in the face! I tried to keep a straight face but I'm no bottom and his massive meat wouldn't stop pulverizing my ass! Often I'd have to close my eyes on one of his deep thrusts and when I opened' them I'd catch Steve checking out his dick fucking my hole, but then he'd notice me looking at him, and our eyes would lock again, and then I'd close my eyes on another deep thrust. He grabbed my raging hard dick with one hand but I was too close . "I will cum when you do," I explained, not wanting him to think I didn't want to cum. He looked at me again and I held onto his biceps with my hands. Steve's thrusts were happening too fast and his desire to get me off were telltell signs. "Where do you want me to cum?" he said seriously, and looked me directly in the eyes. I was embarrassed. I wanted him to cum anyway he wanted, seriously. I imagined how hot it would be to walk to work with his babies up my butt, but I also got excited from imagining the feeling of his hot cum spraying all over my chest or face. I looked away for a bit. "Where you want. You can cum in me or on me". Steve said nothing in reply. It was cumming. Steve lowered his beefy body all the way on me just to the point before crushing me. I raised my legs up high so his dick had a clear shot of my fuckhole, and grabbed his smooth arching back. I looked over at my side to see Steve's face but his face was smothered in the bed sheets. His neck veins were pulsing rapidly. Then I heard him moan differently. It was a muffled sound in the bed sheets but clearly a prelude to orgasm. "Fuck yea Steve, cum." I whispered in his ear. Another muffled moan, and great thrust of his thighs, and Steve's great beefy body shook and quaked above me. He was cumming! Silently his body shook again. Steve was cumming inside my ass! I didn't feel his cock squirting inside my hole but it felt amazing to know this man wanted it and took it and filled it up. My dick started squirting shot after shot of cum. I could feel my fuckhole and sphincter pulse tighter around Steve's dick each time my cock squirted and I wondered if he enjoyed the feeling of my ass milking his dick. He made no sound but stayed inside me. NOTE: pic is closest I could find of Steve's appearance. Sadly I've no pics of him!

Part VIII I awake with a start and look at my watch and find find I have actually only been asleep a few minutes and only been at the park for maybe two hours. My head is on my first fuckers shoulder and as I start to get fully awake I find that his hard cock is against my ass crack. As I turn my head to look over my shoulder he is looking back at me and his cock slides down lower and is entering my wide open sloppy, cum filled hole again. I can't move away and can only move my ass back at him allowing his cock in deep. In just a few seconds he is pounding my ass mercilessly again. I can only moan my pleasure. He whispers in my ear that he is ready to fill me again and I feel his cock expand and throb. He is filling me full again of his poz cum and my own cock erupts at the same time. I am now fully awake and in full on panic mode, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing. Two days in a row, getting my formerly straight, virgin ass filled with HIV+ cum and I can't seem to stop myself. I jump off the table wide eyed at what I have done. Cum runs out of my ass and down my legs as I grab for my clothes. I then collapse on the bench in total turmoil. I reach down between my legs and lift them and feel the cum loads flowing out of my ruined ass with my fingers. I look and can see it is a lot and has even got some red streaks in it that has to be my own blood and I cannot figure out what to do. The guy has already gotten up and left the tent, leaving me alone. I get dressed and head out of the tent. The many guys there are in full on party mode it seems and drinking and several are fucking on blankets on the ground while others are watching and cheering them on. Looks very festive, but I just head to my car and start for home to try and figure out what I have become and what to do.

Interesting... pretty much 100% consensus. Me too. It's not just the cum that I want, it's what the cum represents, that the top is sated and I now have a part of him inside me even after he leaves.

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

So I used again... I was back in the bath house, saw this good looking guy with a great chest and started blowing him, hoping to get him to fuck me. He had a hard time staying hard and blamed it on the crystal, so I mentioned that I had just started using it and had only done it a couple of times. He offered me some and we smoked a bit - he shotgunned me several times and I took half a dozen pulls off the pipe. I told him I was a little wary of doing too much and he assured me I was okay and gave me a little more. We messed around a little more, trading blow jobs and working each other's nipples, then parted ways. He never did get to fuck me, but I hope the next time he can. He seems like a filthy guy, and I gave him my number. Really hope to hear from him. I greased up my ass and stood in front of my room with my towel over my junk, which is usually 8 inches, but not that night, This hot, dark skinned guy with a nice chest walked by - we exchanged looks and I backed into the room and he followed me. I blew him for a couple of minutes - he had a nice size dick and a tight foreskin. I laid down on the bed and asked him to fuck me. He entered me sort of slowly, but soon was pounding away. We were kissing as he unloaded in me, and I collapsed on the bed. He was concerned that I didn't cum and asked me how I wanted to cum. I told him that I came almost as soon as he started fucking me, but didn't want to stop him, as I wanted his load. When he left, I stood outside the room again and this skinny, short young black guy walked by. We locked eyes as he walked past me. I felt him come up behind me and caress my ass, sliding a finger into my slippery, loosened hole - ALWAYS wanted a guy to do that! It's like I'm just some fucking object he can do whatever he wants to! We went into my room and I sat on the bed to blow him and when the towel came off, I got a big surprise - a VERY nice sized dick - probably around 9 inches. I blew him for a few minutes and then laid down on my side, which is my most comfortable position to start iinl He fucked me like that for a littlw while, then laid me on my back and climbed on top of me and fed my ass his cock - very nice - he went DEEP. He finally laid down on his back and sort of pulled me on top of him, without ever taking his dick out of my ass. I sat on his cock and he went all in - you know when you feel that ache in your lower belly, when the guy goes really far in? It was a glorious, dull ache. He thrust all the way in, hitting all the right spots, and unloaded me. It was an excellent night. Believe it or not, I haven't let that many guys come in me - probably less than a dozen and NEVER two in one night. I always found getting fucked a little uncomfortable. But it is MUCH better bare, and especially those few times I tried Tina - it really loosens me up and drops my inhibitions. Getting loads is a new experience, and I fucking love it. I am going down to DC in January (I live in NYC) for a few nights and hope to find someone who can help me get a little fucked up so I can collect a whole lot more than two loads! Hope to have another story for you then.

Thanks, guys! Glad you're liking it. I'm working on the next chapter -- hope to have it up this weekend. In the meantime, here are a few pictures I'm using as inspiration for various characters... DALTON TOM (the narrator) JESSE (Dalton's pozzed-up buddy from school) TRISTAN (the dealer) WILL, Tristan's latest in-house chemwhore, tied up and slammed up and pimped out for whatever cock will pay for the privilege of breeding him