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Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Seven I watched Dad back up, giving the cameraman room to get in front of me to get more of my gang bang on film. I watched him slowly stroke his cock about six feet away. The hard cock inside me continued to pounded my sloppy hole, which was making a lot of noise as he pulled and pushed in and out of it. I could feel cum running down my balls, and I was sure that it was dripping off. “We need a clean up” someone said. “On it” Garrett responded. The man up my hole slid all the way in, as I felt a tongue running up my hard cock heading towards my balls. It licked all around my ball sac, cleaning it of the poz cum that had leaked out my hole. Once my balls were clean, he moved towards my hole. I felt his tongue lick around my puffy hole. I knew he was hitting the cock inside of me because the man was moaning. “Pull out just a bit, wanna lick that shaft too.” The man slowly pulled back, until just his head was inside me. Garrett’s tongue hit my hole Some as he lick the man's cock shaft. “All clean, now fuck that pussy, it's time for the full blown members to get at that hole” The man rammed his cock into my hole. Pumping me hard and deep with each thrust. His fingernails were digging into my hips as is cock slammed my hole. Dad was still stroking his cock, but was not watching me get fucked. He was staring at the camera man’s ass who was slightly bent over in front of me capturing the cock in my hole. The man slammed in, grunting as his cock pulsed in my hole adding his cum to the loads in me. He pulled out and someone pushed in. “Gonna fuck the first AIDS load of the night in you” It was Garrett, he had his uncut cock deep in me. He reached up and pulled my hair, forcing my head back. I was struggling to keep my eyes on Dad. The camera man had moved in even closer, his cock was stabbing me in the throat, just under my chin. His lower abs and crotch was in my face, just slightly away from touching me. His arms were stretched over my back camera in hand filming Garrett’s AIDS cock fucking my hole. I saw two hands grab his hips, holding him. Then he thrust forward pushing his cock into my throat. Someone had slid their cock into his hole and was fucking him. “Fuck him Drew” Garrett said. Dad was fucking the camera man, who was struggling to keep his camera focused on my ass and keeping his balance. His cock was leaking pre-cum on my throat. “Deposit an AIDS load in my son’s ass” Dad said to Garrett. “He's about to get it, gonna slick it up for the next AIDS babies to come” He started to pull out and slammed back in, driving his cock deep in me. His balls slapped against me with every thrust in. I worked my hole the best I could around his cock. He was growling loudly. “Give me that deadly AIDS load!” I yelled. “Here it comes” Garrett said slamming his cock deep in me. I pushed back into his body, squeezing my hole around his pulsing cock. “Milk it pussy boy” Garrett said “Got another AIDS load for you boy” someone said behind me “Gonna add my death too” another man said Garrett pulled out and immediately another cock slid into my hole, balls deep with one thrust. “Is that an AIDS cock” I asked “Fuck yeah, gonna fuck you hard and rough with my death stick” The man grabbed my hips and started to punch fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and driving it all the way back in. I pushed my hole out, opening it up to the hard thrusts. “Look at the cum flow out that pussy” someone yelled. “That cameraman is getting covered in cum,” another man said. “His mouth is open and feeding on it.” The man fucking my hole was grunting hard as he rammed his cock in. He slapped my ass as he pushed in me deep. I could feel the bench move forward with his thrusts. “Someone keep him from moving forward.” Garrett and another man moved and stood at my shoulders. Each one’s hip was pressing against my shoulder holding me as I was fucked hard. The camera man pulled off Dad’s hard cock and moved in to get this deadly fuck on video. “Use that pussy hard Gene” someone said “Gonna shoot soon, can't hold it anymore” Gene said, panting hard. He rammed in balls deep and began shooting is load in my hole. “Giving you AIDS fucker!” He shook as he shot is load. He slowly pulled out. Leaving my hole empty. He moved around to my head, that's when I saw him. He was so skinny. His checks on his face sunk inwards, his body was completely devoid of any fat. His eyes looked empty, as if death had already set in, they were dark, almost jet black in color. I think he was close to death physically. As another cock slid into my hole, he rubbed my head. “Thank you boy, it was good to past on my death before death takes me” I just smiled and grunted as my hole was being fucked. I lost sight of Dad, maybe he was back in line to fuck me again. I knew I had to get a load from each man, but wasn't sure if once they all shot in me, if they could fuck me again. A new cock slid into my hole. My leg and arm muscles were getting sore from being in the same position and that ache was more than my hole. I had lost track of the cocks that had been up my hole. I didn't know how long I had been on the fuck bench. I did know the camera men had switched out memory cards a couple of times during the fucking. I would have given anything to be able to see what was happening behind me, if the men were just jacking their cocks waiting for their turn, or if they were sucking and fucking one another, but saving their loads for my hole.

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

Travis, the second ex came over at 1:30. Ex soccer player, so he has a nice body and is a good looking young man. Travis is 5'10" 150 pounds with a 6.5 cock that is avg thick but has a big curve in it. He has only topped me a few times in the 2 years that we dated. The curve is hard to take, so I'm usually drunk when he topped. Offing the ass up today was a big thing to him, so when I told him I was going to bottom, he was all for it. I was on the bed upstairs in a jock when Travis came threw the door of the house. I told him, I was up stairs and come up. I had a dildo and lube laying on the bed. I don't want him to know that I had been fucked twice already. So, I acted like I had been play with myself. I was ass up and waiting I told him. He hit the bedroom in just his briefs, pulling on his cock. He just stood in the door way, saying that I looked hot in the jock, ass up and waiting. He walked over and rubbed my ass and informed me that he has a 4 day load that he wanted to unload and that it may be a quick fuck. I said I wanted it and a quick fuck was ok. I had three more cocks to take and a quick fuck was ok by me. Travis pulled his briefs down, just under his balls and asked if I needed more lube. I told him that I had been play with the toy and was lubed up. He started to slid in and I feel that curve go in, that just totally chances the fuck right there. It's that different angle that gets me every time. I was glad he said it was going to be a quick fuck, he was a good fuck and has tornen my ass up before, but I was not in the mood to get torn up today by him. He bottomed out quick and started to fuck me, this was a fuck and unload. He nor I was looking at a long fuck and he just wanted to unload a 4day load. He was jack rabbiting my ass and told me I was a little loose and should lay off the toy. I just had to laugh to myself and didn't say anything. He was hammering my hole and said that he was getting close to blowing his load. I told him to blow when he was ready, he asked me if I was going to get off and I said I would later. I had blown one load today and had three more fucks coming, I wanted to save it. He grabbed the hips and said take it, I could feel him unloading in me. It must have been a big one to feel it like that. He pulled out with a pop and pulled up his briefs, slapped my ass and thanked me for the hole. I told him, thanks for the load. He dressed and was out the door.

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.”

My husband and I are "monogamous," at least he is. When I'm traveling, I take as much dick as I can, preferably raw. Love setting up glory holes in my hotel rooms, spending the night in bath houses or saunas, and even picking up a college boy or two at a bar if I'm in that sort of town. Two weeks ago, I took a cruise with a friend from college who won a free trip and needed someone to go with him. We were able to pay a bit extra and get two rooms, both with balconies, but on opposite sides of the boat. Which was great for some private fun. While he was out chasing women (and nailing a few, according to our chats in the pool, the bars or at dinner), I made my way through as many of the gay boys on the ship as I could. My favorites: 1) A pair of guys in their late 20s on their first vacation together. Met at a LGBT happy hour in the ship bar, and then in their room. One was "strictly" a bottom, so I sucked him while his boyfriend pumped two loads into me. 2) Got a steward to come by my room to "help me fix the TV". He was dark skinned and so beautiful, with a long, uncut dick. He fucked me three of the nights I was there, and brought another steward with him the last night of the cruise to take turns on my hole. 3) Saw a young guy — said he was 18 — checking out my cock in the restroom. We met up at the second island stop, and I rented a hotel room. Suck a nice, smooth cock. His pubes smelled fresh, that sort of smell that comes from underwear washed by your mother. He actually shot off in my mouth while I was trying to get him good and hard, so I only got him to plant one load in me before we had to head back. Ran into him a couple of times after that, and he kept turning bright red. The rest were just middle age guys, most who I met at the daily LGBT events. One had a gut but a huge dick with a piercing that felt like it was tearing me up inside. Best thing is that no one asked about a fucking condom the entire time.

As Danny is walking out the door, I'm texting Peter from my accounting class and told him I was free. He said he would be there in 10. Peter is an avg looking guy, he is 6'2, maybe 150 pounds, skinny kid but a good heart and a nice cock to boot. Peter walked in and kissed me, was we moved to the couch he grabbed me ass and felt the left over lube, spit and little bit of cum that leaked out of my ass into my short. He pulled me back into him and whisper in my ear. "Who has been fucking your ass this morning". We are open about our sex life, so I told him Danny had been over 15 mins ago and dropped a load in me. He held me from behind and guided his cock into my ass, he informed me that he wanted to fuck me and push my ex's load in deeper as he was biting my ear. Peter has the ability to do it to, he is 8.5"long and loves to long dick. He is not as thick as the ex but its a nice thickness all the same. He bent me over the couch and dropped my shorts, then ran a finger over my hole. "I love pre-lubed holes he informed, specially cummy holes" he said. He starts spitting on my hole and rubbing his cock head around my hole. He asked if I want it and what could I say but yes. He slowly pushes it in till he got to the last inch and told me to hold still, then he slammed the last inch or so in. He holds it there and say " the ex's load is deeper then he could have gotten it now and laughs". He then starts pulling all the way out and then pushes all the way back in, he is a pervert like me. He tells me as he pulls out a second time, that his cock is covered in my ex's cum and drives back in and holds it there. He pulls out again and drives back into me, he does this for the next ten mins, he tells me the whole time how he loves the way my ass takes his cock. As we are fucking my cell goes off and it's the other ex that I texted about fucking. Peter looks over my shoulder as he is pushing into me and ask if I'm going to let him fuck me today also. I told him that I wanted to top today, but it is looking like a bottom day. Peter tells me that if I let the ex fuck me he will come over after and push his load in deep like he is doing now. How could I say no to that, Peter is not a rough fucker, he likes to take his time and enjoy a long fuck. So, i text the ex back an ask when he is free, he replys after 1, its only 11:30 and I'm having the second fuck of the day. So I said 1:00 would work for me. At this point, Peter has been fucking me for about 25 mins, going at a nice easy pace. My legs are getting tired and my back is hurting from being bent over the couch, I ask Peter if we can change it up and he told me that he is getting close and he wants to blow because he has to get to class. I started to jerk my cock and told him to bring it on. Peter starts to fuck me faster and is only pulling out a few inches now. Peter is getting close and ask where I want it, I had to laugh at that. I tell Peter, ur fucking me raw with my ex's cum as lube, where do u think I want it. With that, he pushes in as far as he could and loads me, telling me that he is so far up in me that I should be able to taste his load, because it was a big one. Peter pulls out and tell me that he wants me in my team shorts and jock later tonight when he comes back to fuck me again. As I'm pulling up my shorts, the cell dings again, it's college boy. The blond hung monster, he is horny and want to play after class around 2. Peter ask me about him, and I told him about the massive cock twink and what we had done in the pass. Peter not a dom, but he can act aggressive sometimes. He tells me that I should let college kid fuck me also. That I should be a true cum slut today and take all the cocks and loads as I can. I have only let five guys ever fuck me at this point and the most I have ever been fucked in one day is four times and that was by Danny the ex. I didn't know if my ass could take four guys and five fucks. Peter tells me that I can handle it and maybe one more, I just look at him strange, as in who would be the one more. Peter just smiles and says he has a fuck buddy that has wanted my ass for a long time. I ask him who it was and he say Zack, this skinny, short punk kid. Zack is cute in a punk way, so I asked if he thought he would be up to it today and Peter says he would skip class if he had to, to fuck me. So, I ask the big question, is he hung? Peter just laughs and tells me that Zack is about the same size as him, maybe a little thicker and uncut. He does warn me that zack is aggressive and twisted when it comes to sex. That they have done some kinky things together and talked about doing some-other things but he didn't tell me what they were. I trust and know Peter, we have been playing for the last year. What all has he done with is punk that we have not done and how twisted can this little punk be? What can he be into that peter and i have not done before have? Plus, I have not had an uncut cock before. Just something you don't see around here. So, I told Peter to set it up and ask if he was clean, dumb question to ask someone since I have taken two loads and was looking at taking three maybe four more. But all the loads were from guys that have fucked me before and yes it's a risk, but I was comfortable with taking their loads. Peter told me that he was clean and that they been trading loads from time to time. So I said, set it up.

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten back to my apartment building, when I realized I didn't have the key to my front door. I'd taken it off my key ring for a friend to use that afternoon, and I'd forgotten to put it back on. Well now what was I going to do? It was 1:30 in the morning, everyone in the building was asleep, my boyfriend was gone on a business trip, and everyone else I knew was on the other side of town. As I was thinking about spending the night in my car, I saw one of my new neighbors drive by, probably just getting home like I was. He'd just moved into the building next door, and I'd seen him walk past my window pretty much every day, wearing his work clothes and looking fine as hell. He was white, pretty tall, and blasted hip-hop music in his car whenever he drove by. He always walked with swagger, but he also seemed really approachable, too, like he was always on a chill pill, and nothing ever bothered him. I'd been hoping to run into him at some point. My neighbor parked on the street and started pimp-walking toward his apartment, like he always does. I was still trying to think of where I was going to sleep that night, as he walked past my building. He nodded at me asking "Whatsup?" "How's it goin'?" I replied, thinking to myself he looked just as good up close as he did from afar. Then he paused at the foot of the staircase, looked at the keys in my hand, looked at the locked door to my building, and looked back at me and put the picture together asking "Are you locked out?" "Yeah," I said, laughing self-consciously, "I left my key inside." "Aw, shit," he said, "what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, it's not too cold. I guess I'll sleep in my car." "Ah for real?" he asked, "that sucks." "It's alright," I said with a shrug, "it's just one night." He seemed to think for a second, then he said, "Yo, I got like a big chair back at my place. You can crash there tonight if you want. It's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in your car, man." My heart skipped a beat at that point. I'd seen this guy from a distance several times, but never even thought to speak with him, let alone being in a position where he would invite me to spend the night back at his place! I knew it didn't mean anything, which was good since I had a boyfriend anyway, but how could I say no? "That would be really awesome," I said, "are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah, man, it's cool, we're neighbors, right?" "You are incredible," I said, "I'll be gone first thing in the morning." "Don't sweat it, man." I tried not to look too eager as I walked down the stairs and let him take me back to his place. He told me his name was Simon, he'd just gotten back from some clubs with his friends, and he wanted to crash as soon as we got back, which was fine with me. He had a roommate, but the roommate was a heavy sleeper, so we didn't have to worry about waking him up. The chair in Simon's room was big and comfortable, and I was just starting to go to sleep, when I heard him say, "Fuck." I didn't think anything of it and started to go back to sleep, when he said, "Fuck, man." I sat up a little and looked over to where he was lying in bed. "What's -- what's wrong?" "It's all these bitches at the club, man. They want you to buy them drinks, buy them drinks, and they be rubbin' up on you all fuckin' night long, but then when you wanna take them home, then they got a 'boyfriend', or 'Maybe next time,' or some shit like that." "Oh really?" I asked, having no clue about bitches in clubs, then realizing I'd totally just given myself away. He didn't seem to notice, though. "Fuck yeah, man, and now I'm trying to get the fuck to sleep, and they got me hard as a fuckin' rock." What did he just say? Did he really just tell me he had a fucking hard-on, and did he tell me this as I was prepared to spend the night in his bedroom? Is this what straight guys normally talk about with each other? Or was he looking for…something else? "You're -- you're hard right now?" I asked, trying to figure out what the heck to do. "Rock, fucking, hard," he said without hesitation. "How the fuck am I gonna go to sleep like this?" I was glad the room was dark, because I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. If he weren't my neighbor, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and if I'd had a few drinks in me, I might have jumped at what seemed like an open invitation to this hot straight guy's cock. But if I made a move on my straight neighbor who walks past my place every day, and it turned out I was wrong…. Just then, I heard him make a slapping noise, one, two, three times. "Uh, Simon?" I asked. "Yo." "What was that?" "That was my fuckin' cock, man, I'm tellin' you, I'm rock hard right now, I can't go to sleep." "It just sounded like your hand or something," I said, still trying to buy time and figure out whether I should just go for it, or forget the whole thing. "Yo, if you don't believe me, turn on the fuckin' light, man." I still didn't know what to do, but there was nothing wrong with just looking, was there? So against my better judgement, I got up, went to the light switch, and turned it on. And there was Simon, no shirt on, his boxers pulled down, and his seven inch hard cock pointing straight up to his belly button. He lifted his cock up, then let it smack down hard on his abs a few times. So that was the slapping noise I'd heard before. "Wow, you're really hard," was the only stupid thing I could think of to say. "What are you gonna do?" "I need to fuckin' bust my nut," he replied, adding "I don't even care, a hot mouth, or a tight pussy, or whatever the fuck, you know?" When I didn't respond right away, he looked at me and asked, "You like dick, don't you?" "What?" I asked, panicked. I wasn't expecting that question, even though I guess it was obvious. "I -- yeah, I ...." "Can you help a brotha out? Please, man," he said, making his fat white cock smack on his abs a few more times, then looking back at me. I knew I had a boyfriend, and I knew I shouldn't be messing around with guys who lived right next door…but how many times was I going to get a hot straight guy begging me to suck his cock? So I turned the light off again, figuring that's how he'd want it, and walked over to the bed, filled with lust, and guilt. I climbed between his legs and tentatively put his cock head in my mouth, still not believing he was letting me do this. He sighed as soon as my lips closed around his hard-on, so I kept going. I slowly went all the way down to the base, feeling his cock gag me a few times. When he still didn't stop me, I sucked his cock a little faster, gagging myself a few more times. Then I went after his balls, swirling them around in my mouth and licking underneath them. After a couple minutes, I had this stranger's hairy balls rubbing all over my face, and I felt so disgusting, and so happy. Then Simon surprised me by grabbing my head and moving my mouth from his balls back onto his cock. I figured he wouldn't want to touch another guy at all, but he kept his hands on my head as he started roughly forcing his cock head down my throat, making me gag and slobber. "You like that fuckin' dick, don't you, pussy boy?" My eyes were watering, my nose was running, and he wasn't letting me off his cock, even though I tried pulling up a few times. "Yeah you do, you fuckin' bitch boy, I knew you wanted this dick the moment I saw you." Then without warning, he took his cock out of my mouth and started pulling my shirt off. I started to say something, but I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just let him do it. Then he moved around behind me, pushed me up the bed onto my stomach, and started tearing my jeans off, too. "No, I don't --" I started to say, but he kept pulling them off, and threw them onto the floor. He moved back up the bed and forced his cock down my throat again. This time as I was gagging on his cock, he slid his hand inside my briefs and started playing with my hole. Well this was happening too fast, and it was more than I'd bargained for -- I'd thought I would just suck off this stud, and keep my clothes on, and that would be that. That wasn't really cheating on my boyfriend, was it, if I didn't even take my clothes off? But it looked like my neighbor wanted more than to just get his cock sucked, which I wasn't really okay with. Well, maybe he just wanted to play with my hole while I sucked him off, I thought, and that was it. I mean, he was straight, wasn't he? And he hadn't even taken my underwear off. So after a few seconds, I stopped fighting him and just let him rub a couple slick fingers on my hole while he fucked my throat. But after just a few minutes of that, he yanked me off his cock and threw me up the bed onto my stomach again. While I was catching my breath and wiping the slobber off my face, he tore off my underwear, and then he was between my legs, with his tongue up my ass. How the fuck had that happened? He was straight, wasn't he? And I barely even knew this guy! What was his name again? And I'd been with my boyfriend for almost three years, and I'd never cheated on him. What the hell was I doing? This was totally wrong, and way too fast, and I had to get him off me, and get out of there…. But he was making me feel so good, and my boyfriend had never been this passionate and aggressive with me. In fact, sex with my boyfriend was pretty routine, and he almost never ate me out, and definitely never as good as this guy. I could barely even think straight…. Then my neighbor stopped eating me out all of a sudden, and after a few seconds, my head cleared up and I turned around to face him, remembering what I'd wanted to say. "Listen, I -- I should probably go, I mean I was just going to suck you off, and that's it, but I mean I barely even know you, and I just...." "Shut up, bitch boy!" he said to me. "You're mine tonight!" With that, he grabbed my face and slammed me down into the pillow, stunning me. Who was this guy? What had happened to the laid-back, easygoing guy on the chill pill I'd seen walking past my window every day? Was he seriously not going to let me leave? He kept my face buried in the pillow, then I felt his weight on top of me. I heard him spit a few times, then I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole. No, this wasn't right, I wasn't a cheater, I couldn't do this to my boyfriend, this was way too fast, I had to get out of there. "No, wait, I have to go, I can't do this..." I started to say, determined to get out of there, only to feel a sharp, very painful slap across my face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted. What was happening? No one had ever slapped me that hard before. I tried to force my way out from under him, but he was much stronger than me, and shoved my face back down into the pillow so I could barely breath. Then I felt his cock head push harder against my hole, and then he was inside me. I screamed into the pillow, and he held his cock still. "You can take this dick, you fuckin' slut," he whispered into my ear while holding my arms down so I couldn't fight him. "You know you want it. Let me in, let me get off inside you, make me feel good." I had stopped fighting him and was just focusing on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so bad, and he had started kissing me as he was whispering these nasty things into my ear. "I'll stay right here till you get used to me, I'm not goin' anywhere, I know you want this dick." I don't know if he was right, and I did want it, but my ass eventually started to open up and let him in. I couldn't fight him, he was much stronger than me. So maybe if I just let it happen, it would all be over soon and I could just forget about this whole thing, and my boyfriend would never find out. "That's right, I can feel you loosening up for me, I knew you wanted it," he kept whispering into my ear, with his hands still grabbing my wrists. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch boy, you feel so good." He started moving his cock in and out of me, and moaning into my ear. I hoped he would just finish soon. Then I heard him say, "I've fucked hundreds of bitches just like you, you always put up a fight, but you always take the dick in the end." Wait, did he just say hundreds? How was that even possible? I'd only been with 20 guys, tops, and I thought that was a lot! Was he even wearing a fucking condom? "Wait, are you wearing a condom?" I asked, but he didn't answer, he just kept sliding his hard prick in and out of my hole and breathing right onto my face. I know he heard me. Why didn't he respond? "You have to put a condom on," I said, "I never -- you can't fuck me without one." He still didn't say anything, he just moaned a little louder, fucked me a little faster, and grabbed my wrists a little harder. I had to get him to stop. I'd been so careful with the other guys, and I'd even gone with my boyfriend to get tested when we'd first started dating. Now here was this total stranger inside me with no protection, and he'd said he'd had sex with hundreds of other people! Had he fucked all of them without a rubber, too?? "No, stop, I have a boyfriend!" I said, desperately trying not to catch anything from this guy I had just barely met. "Get off me!" I started to struggle again, but it was no use. Instead of letting me go, he got up off me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and slapped me hard with his other hand, one, two, three times. My face was still sore from the first time he'd slapped me, and my eyes started to water. I knew there was no way to get away from this man, he was all the way inside me with no condom on, and he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged him or struggled to get away. He didn't lay back down on top of me or start kissing me again. Instead he grabbed my wrists and started slamming his unprotected cock into me as hard as he fucking could, anger-fucking me into the mattress. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I'd never forget, whether I wanted it or not. I stopped fighting him, and just hoped he'd hurry up and finish, so I could go. Then he switched from slam-fucking me to piledriving me, pounding his cock into me over and over again without stopping. And as angry and worried as I was, his cock started to feel really good inside me, and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, or how I could enjoy this even a little bit, but his cock started to feel incredible inside me, like it belonged there. Once again I couldn't think straight, and started to forget that I wanted to get out of there. Then after a few minutes of pile-driving me, he started to moan louder, and I knew he was about to cum, which brought me back to reality. For a second, I still had hope he would do the decent thing and pull out before he came, since he knew I didn't want this, and that I definitely didn't want his cum inside me. But then he started to really slam his raw cock inside me and hold it there, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. He knew I didn't want his cock or his cum, but he didn't care, he was giving me his load whether I wanted it or not. After he finished cumming inside me, he let go of my wrists and rolled onto his back. "Fuck, that was good, bitch boy," he said, slapping me hard on my ass, which was now full of his cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or that I had this total stranger's cum deep inside me, and I didn't even know what his status was. Did he even know? What had I done? I started to get up so I could get my clothes back on, when he rolled toward me and held me down again, pushing me into the pillow. What more did he want with me? I thought he was done? Then I felt another hand on my ass, and I knew it wasn't his. What the fuck? He felt me jump and held me down harder. "My roommate wants some, too." His roommate? What the fuck? Had he been there the whole time, watching this guy force his bare cock into me and shoot his load inside me when I'd begged him to stop? Had he watched me struggle and done nothing? The roommate didn't waste any time with foreplay, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me, sliding his hard dick right into my loose, well-fucked hole. I hadn't even seen the roommate and had no idea what he looked like, and I knew he wasn't wearing a rubber, either. He must have already been stroking his cock while he was watching Simon fuck me, because he only pounded my ass for a few minutes, then he was shoving his hard cock all the way inside me and shooting his load deep in me to mix with Simon's. "Fuck," was the roommate's only word, then he pulled out of me and left. I couldn't believe yet another complete stranger had just cum inside me, and I hadn't even seen this one. Was I even still clean now? Had they given me anything? What had I done? I started to get up again, but Simon wouldn't let me go. He turned me on my side and crawled up behind me, pressing his semi-hard cock up against my cummy hole. "You did so great, baby doll," he whispered to me, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "You made me feel so fuckin' good, you know that? So fuckin' good." He held me tight, pressed up against my back, and for some reason, I could start to feel myself getting turned on. He shouldn't have cum in me, and he shouldn't be holding me like this. I had a boyfriend, and this was so completely wrong. But he kept softly kissing my neck, and I didn't stop him. "And it was so hot seeing you take my roommate's dick. I wish you could have seen that." His hand started sliding down my bare chest, towards my cock, which he'd completely ignored before now. When he wrapped his hand around my cock and balls, I was surprised to realize I was totally hard. He started stroking my cock, and I didn't tell him to stop. He spat in his hand and went back to stroking me. I moaned a little and relaxed into his body, and I think he knew I was his. After just a few minutes, I was shooting a hot, guilty load all over his sheets, and pressing hard back into his chest. "I know you're confused right now, baby doll," he said softly as he nibbled my ear some more. "But I know you liked it. And I liked it, too. And I know you'll be back for more." And as I drifted off to sleep with these two strangers' loads planted deep inside me, I knew he was right.

(This story was an adventure from 2004, also from the archives of Raw Latino Muscle:) I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.

Ring of Fire: The flick of the lighter, the warm glass pipe between my lips, the smile on my BBC guide’s face as I inhaled the toxic smoke and held it deep in my lungs like he ordered was the first flame of the inferno to come - the Ring of Fire. My BBC guide - who still had not given me his name, so he remained an anonymous master of sexual predation and exploration - was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. He had promised earlier in the night when I was getting ready to be a whore at the sex party in the VIP Speed Breeding area, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL.” (What follows is the continuation of the Epilogue from the story SPEED BREEDING - https://breeding.zone/topic/42050-speed-breeding/) I was on my hands and knees at Malcolm X Park waiting for the crack pipe he was hitting. Within the short time he had been in charge of me, I had already licked his boots in an alley, sucked off some guy on the sidewalk, been fucked raw by a 10-inch homeless dude in Logan Circle Park, and now was getting ready for the Ring of Fire. He had brought me to this park for a reason and like Logan Circle; it was run down, and a place where the dirtiest deeds were done. The call had gone out that a Ring of Fire was going down and just before we entered this dark space, he had said, “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF.” Men were shuffling behind and to the sides of me - unsure, waiting, watching. I followed the dancing flame in the BBC’s hand and leaned on his muscular thighs, my neck craned forward like a baby chick eager for its dinner. The BBC bouncer burned a good portion of the rock he was smoking, exhaled, coughed, then turned the pipe in his hand towards me and said, “Close your lips around the glass. It will be warm, but won’t burn you. You watched me so you know the basics. I’ll swirl the flame under the rock in the bowl and when the smoke starts up you inhale deep with your lungs and suck in as much as you can and hold it. You’ll want to cough - DONT. Not at first. Hold it. It’ll feel scratchy, rough, then it like - I don’t know - slides away. Once you feel that smooth rush, exhale as the smoke and rock have done their work.” My bouncer/guide to DC’s underworld was sitting on the stone bench in the dark alcove. I was naked and on my hands and knees as ordered. While he prepped more rock on his pipe for me to hit, I kept my head down with my tongue trying to bathe his Timberland boots. The one hit I had done on the pipe already had made my tongue feel numb, given me a nasty taste, and the smell in my nostrils was a mix of burnt plastic, something sickly sweet, with a tinge of dried piss, puke, and whatever else was caking the floor of the alcove where we were. My head was swirling and my body felt all tingly, not like the high I had from snorting the cocaine. A rough hand ran over the rump of my ass, a body scooted in, I started to turn my head to look - my eyes dizzy from the dancing flames now closing in. SLAP – “KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON ME,” the BBC bouncer said, “ALL THAT MATTERS IS YOU WATCHING THIS DICK GROW IN MY PANTS, THAT YOU FOCUS ON THE PIPE AS I HOLD IT OUT FOR YOU, AND THAT YOU KEEP CLEANING MY BOOTS AS THESE NICCAS RAPE FUCK THAT ASS.” The to man behind me he said, “GO ON MAN, FUCK IT. AIN’T NOTHING TO WAIT FOR. PUNCH THAT PUSSY OPEN AND LOAD IT UP - THIS WHORE’S TRYING TO BE TURNED OUT!” I grunted at the initial thrust, then moaned in pleasure as the anonymous man started stroking my hole, pushing the homeless guy’s cum from earlier back in. Mumbling words of encouragement were spatted out in between the flashes of flame heating up the various pipes. The pipe was lowered down to my mouth again and I flinched as the heat seemed awful close. My BBG guide laughed, had me suck the pipe twice more hard, then kicked me backwards a little with his boots and watched as the next dick slammed my eager ass. These guys might be drugged out fuckers, but they were like the FBI Hostage Rescue Team who’s motto is speed, surprise, and violence of action. After the first two dicks knocked me up I bent down and forward, my head resting on the BBC’s Timberlands as I raised my ass up in the air. The next dick slammed my hole deep and I grunted in pain that quickly fled, replaced by the hot tingling of the crack and joy of a dick pounding my ass ring. Voices raised, entwined, swirled through the alcove like a distorted symphony. All that mattered was the crack pipe, the BBC guiding me, his boots, and my hole being used. I might have complained about the pain on my knees, or maybe the guys fucking me said something, I don’t remember. The bouncer got me focused and said, “STAND UP - KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU’VE DONE GOOD SO FAR AND HAVE TAKEN SOME REAL NASTY NICCA DICK. LOTS MORE TO GO, BUT I WANT TO SEE THEM REALLY DIG IN THEM GUTS. HERE - HIT THE PIPE AGAIN AND KEEP DOING IT...MORE...ONCE MORE...OK NOW STAY STANDING AND BEND OVER. I WANT YOU TO PUT THAT FUCKING FACE IN MY LAP AND START SLATHERING MY DICK THROUGH MY PANTS. MY SHIT’S HARD AS HELL ALREADY WATCHING THIS SHOW, SO I NEED A BETTER VIEW OF THESE NICCAS COATING THAT PUSSY AS THEY GANG RAPE YOU AND MAKE YOU ANOTHER CRIME STATISTIC FROM THE PARK.” The next guy slammed in, reached around, found my nipples and started twisting them as hard as he could. My BBC guide laughed, “Yeah, rape that hole man - rape it good for me!” There was a thick layer of smoke hanging in the air that I could see now as the flames and shadows danced against the alcove wall. I was entranced as I caught flashes of the guy’s shadow who was fucking me pressed against mine and when he came, the shadows stuttered and paused as his body twitched and his balls mixed his DNA in with all the other. He yanked his dick out, hot cum streamed down the back of my legs and I didn’t care. The smell of multiple nutts coming out of my ass was like unleashing a 50-gallon drum of sex pheromones on the waiting crowd. I bent over the bouncer’s lap and started slathering the dark firmness of his black pipe through the fabric of his pants as another dick pushed in me with ease and used me for their breeding pleasure. I shifted my head back and forth like I was lathering a cob of corn on a butter stick and then paused and wondered, what if his dick wasn’t really as big as it seemed? What if it was just a sock or something stuffed down there? The hidden secret swelled, he cuffed my head and snarled, “GET BACK TO WORK WHORE!” I’m used to guys being verbal - hell I’m verbal too - but about the only sounds in the alcove were the flicks of lighters or matches, the heavy huffs on crack pipes and stems, the smack of BBC flesh against my white cheeks, and the grunts as one after another anonymous man flooded my ass with cum. The majority of guys were average in size, or maybe I was just too high to realize the big ones were fucking me. My hole did sort of feel like I was turning inside out as those dicks beat it good. I felt suddenly really hot and dizzy and someone set a bottle of water in my hand that I thirstily drank. Much better. The next guy that drew my attention away from the BBC’s lap did not do so because of what I felt, but his smell. I mean, this guy’s musk cut through the odor created my multiple loads up my ass, a bunch of guys - some homeless, some not - and a whole shit load of crack being smoked in a fairly enclosed space, yet I could smell him. It wasn’t a bad thing though, as his smell was wild, feral, beastly. I paused, my nostrils flared, I would have turned my head to follow the trail of ripe rankness if the BBC had not slammed my head back down into his lap. My ass hole puckered out; my legs shook. Need and fear coursed through my body. The newcomer walked to the side left side of my BBC pimp daddy, and while someone else started dicking me, I could not help but let my eyes follow this new man. My head was still pressed firmly down, but my eyes took him all in. Like my BBC guide he was tall - very tall. His shirt was partially unbuttoned exposing a big furry belly poking through, splitting the lower part of the shirt. His hair was long and matted in dreads and as he held out a large hand with a couple baggies on it for my host, I saw his nails were long, sharp, with dirt caked around the edges. Another load was dropped in my hole, the new guy stepped out of sight, and I yelped as he slid a few fingers inside my cummy rectum and began clawing at my flesh getting ready to leave his mark. “GET YOUR HEAD UP. HIT THIS PIPE - COME ON NOW - YOU GOT SOME PRIME-A BULL DICK ABOUT TO RAPE THAT ASS AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THAT SHIT.” Then to whatever other guys were still around, which appeared to be several from the flickers of light and sounds he said, “WATCH AND LEARN NICCAS - WATCH AND LEARN.” I looked up, my lips puckered out eager for the pipe as the bouncer watched the new guy and paused feeding me the drugs. I then cried out in absolute pain as something large and wild burst through my outer ass ring. There was like a whoosh as all the air in the alcove seemed to vanish and everyone took a step closer, bathing me in flickering flames to watch this new man fuck me. My BBC guide laughed, set his pipe to my lips, and as he moved the flame in tight little circles and I eagerly inhaled the acrid smoke he said, “That’s Nathan. Like the hot dog. Nicca gives me a run for my money for sure. Glad he’s around today. He’ll fuck that ass out good, get it nice and open for me, and well if that dick don’t send you to the hospital, there’s hope for you and I yet.” A thick wiry bush of unscaped man hair scratched at my flesh as Nathan dogged my hole. He was by far the biggest dick that had fucked me yet and I had to have more. I arched my back, adjusted my footing as best I could; I grabbed my BBC guide’s thighs with my hands to brace myself and dropped my head so his hidden shaft got the full sloppy-toppy-drool effect. Nathan was yanking me back onto his dick with full force, driving himself deeper through my tunnels and opening me up for whatever gifts he had brought to this little party. The BBC beneath my mouth expanded and lengthened as for the first time my pimp egged someone on, “RAPE THAT ASS MAN - GET THAT SHIT OPEN FOR ME. THAT PUSSY BLEEDING YET FOR YOU? HELL YEAH NICCA BANG THAT HOLE! THAT’S WHAT A CRACK WHORE GETS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE NEEDS - WHAT A CRACK WHORE WANTS! THAT ASS IS HUNGRY FOR THAT DICK MAN SO SLAM IT IN THERE. DROP THAT NUTT MAN - DROP IT!” Nathan grunted and his cum burned my inner flesh like a wildfire. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, and as he gently eased out of my now stretched and floppy hole, he slapped my ass twice and asked, “Ya’ll round for a bit? Yeah? Cool man. I’ll swing back through and hit it again in a few. Need to run up top and re-up.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

This evening I had the opportunity for quick pump 'n dump with a buff, muscley little power-house FB of mine. Soon as I got to his we both stripped off and I got my hairy hole lubed to receive his 7 inches of fuck meat. Because he trains every day at the gym he fucks like a piston and in no time he was pile-driving that sexy spunk machine deep into my gut. Less than five minutes later I had a huge wad of his thick, creamy cum in my hole and I was getting dressed and ready to leave again. As I drove home, deeply satisfied with his cum in me, I got to thinking - I love the act of taking a raw cock, but it really is ALL about getting that load inside me...

Anyone else find that when you are horny and just want a horny chat with someone there is never anyone available lol

Some young guys seek the older guys for tops as they have the experience to make it special.

Syph and gono at the same time when was 16 yo.

I've always been into older, piggier guys but have been pretty shy about it & never really acted on it. Well behind doors maybe, but what I really want to submit to a older bigger poz pig in public as well as private. I'm not into the pretty boys, I prefer the guys who look like they've lived & fucked! Older the better, I'm 40 so any one older but 50+ pigs is where my heart & cock is. When I first came out I used to love Comptons, Old Compton St. Thats where the dirty men used to go, proper old school soho, I i want to be in the middle. But was always too shy to get involved. Time have changed & it's quieter now, but makes me think that the guys who go there must be filthier because of that. What I've always wanted is to arrive with a poz pig & every one know I'm his. No matter who's there or how shy or embarrassed I feel. I would spend the evening making sure he was looked after, getting him & his friends drinks. If any of them need relief told to follow them into the bogs where I service them. But that was a fantasy, where was I going to find a pig going to waste their time training this shy pig in waiting. I would wank constantly thinking about all the guys I was made to service whilst my dad looked on approvingly. Whoever he decided I service i would, he would pick all sorts, but I always wanted that older pig dick in me, the sweatier, more desperate the better. Be he knew that & would hold those guys back making me suck & snog the twinkier skins that hung around. One evening I got so horny & frustrated that I thought fuck it, I need to find this pig & be debased for his pleasure...

My straight friend went to watch a movie at my place, his girlfriend was out for the night. At 2 am, after the film finished, it started to rain so he stayed for the night, I was nervous because of the cage but we fall asleep in less than a minute. This morning I woke up feeling his hand touching my cage, he asked "what's that?", I froze, grumbled a "sorry"... than Bum! I feel his bone on my back, he lower my underwear and shove his dick in my ass.. planting quickly his load deep in my gut. I take a shower, he steps inside, "I want to see it" he says.. I am ashamed as hell... usual questions "does it hurts?, How can you pee?"... short answers without making eye contacts... and he is hard again. His hand on my head pushing gently down... I understand and silently I kneel in the toilet and swallow his second load. Quick breakfast for him, I had already mine... he goes back to his girlfriend, I go to work.

Okay here are chapters 5 and 6, enjoy:) My Twisted Neighbor 5.pdf My Twisted Neighbor 6.pdf

Cruises are the best places to get men (straight and gay) to suck and fuck. I'd hang out in the spa steam room, drop my towel open a bit so my cock or ass was exposed and I'd have so many guys sitting next to me ready to suck me off. Then we'd head to the showers so I could get fucked and loaded bb style. Sometimes if I was really lucky we'd go back to their cabin and I'd get to take care of both travelers!!

FS Part 12 Inside the room I there was another exam table, this one was very used. The paint was peaking off and the padded top was ripped open with stuffing pulling out. The stirrups were old as well, some of the chrome coating had come off and they were rusting in the uncovered areas. In between the stirrups, there was stains running down the middle of the table. Mr. Fister was standing to the left of the door, he was slowly stroking his cock. “Mr. Stinger, I will need your assistance with this one. I suggest you remove your clothing.” Stinger didn't hesitate, he was out of his clothes quickly. His cock was hard and sticking straight out in front of him. “In the cabinet, Stinger is a new brown bottle, with what is about to happen we might want to use that one” Fister said. “What is about to go on” I asked. “You are going to become our latest freak, my good man” “It is time” Stinger said, holding the brown bottle. “We can make this easy or hard” Fister said, “the east way is for you to climb on the table and put your legs up, or the hard way is we put you there” Part of me wanted to have them do it the hard way, to make them put me on the exam table. I was unsure if either Fister or Stringer would get violent when putting me on the exam table. I went to the table and climbed upon it and through my legs up in the stirrups. “Good little freak! He knows what he wants” Stinger said. Fister sat on a stool and rolled to the exam table. He was now at my ass. His legs were spread wide, exposing his cock and balls to me, one stood straight outwards and the later hung low between his thighs. Stinger moved to my side, brown bottle in hand. “Let’s begin, shall we?” Stinger nodded, giving the brown bottle a little shake. I heard a metal drawer slide open. The next thing I felt was something cold being rubbed on my sore hole. Stinger twisted the lid on the bottle of poppers causing a little hiss to escape. He took the cap off and put it under my nostril. I breathed in deep. The rush moved through my mind and body. Fingers began to move about my hole, first one sliding in, then two, then three. They moved in and out quickly. The soreness of my ass lite up. I moaned not out of pleasure but out of the soreness. A fourth finger was added to the fingers fucking my hole. Stinger was steadily supplying me with poppers to relax me. My hole was open already from the object fucking me in the chair. My pulse was beating rapidly in my ears. “Punch it Fister” Stinger said. Taking the hint from Stinger, I felt Fister’s fingers ball up, then I felt pressure on my hole from his fist. Working up to this was not going to happen. He pushed against my hole, which was fighting the invading fist. Even with the popper rush I was resisting the fist. “Push out, it will hurt you less” I pushed my hole out the best I could, as he pushed his fist against it. I could feel my hole painfully give way and his fist slid into me. I felt every knuckle on his hand rub against the ring of my hole. My hole stretched over his hand then slowly collapsed around his wrist. “Guess punishing your hole in the chair opened you up!” Fister said, “and here I wanted you to scream, louder than when Dr Clown raped your pussy” I was breathing heavily, my cock was leaking pre-cum onto my belly. “The freak likes his hole filled with a fist” Stinger said “Lets see if he will scream for us, I know Dr. Clown will grow with excitement with his screams” Suddenly, his fist pulled outwards, popping out of my hole. I groaned, not from pleasure but from pain. He then pushed in forcefully, popping the fist into my hole. I yelped. “Oh no, that won't do” With his free hand he motioned for the poppers to be taken away from my nose. Even with out a word spoken, Stinger knew what to do. With the rush gone, he started to punch fuck me over and over. With each punch in my voice grew louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs. “Oh music for the Clown” Foster said excitingly, “his cock will be growing” His fist sped up its pounding in and out of my hole. Stinger was now down near Fister, slowly fisting his hard throbbing cock. He had an evil grin on his face as his eyes were glued to my hole. Fister started to pull his arm back further then hit my hole hard. I screamed each time his fist went into my hole. “Fister, make him scream more and louder,” a scratchy voice over a loud speaker. Fister began to move his other hand i against his fist, only this hand was flat. I started to breathe shallowly and fast. The pain in my hole was so bad, adding to the stretching was the quick scratches that his fingernails were making with his flat hand. “My cock is engorged!” The voice said. Fister continued to punch my hole. I wanted more poppers to help keep conscious, to make sure that they didn't take this too far. My hole was hurting so bad. I felt liquid running down my ass. I was so scared that my hole was bleeding. “Stinger, bring in the clown” I watched Stinger move quickly out it the room, his evil laugh lingered as he disappeared. I heard doors open and slam shut. Fister didn't stop his work on my hole. He wrapped his flat hand around his fist. My hole again stretched open even more, making my screams louder. “Job well done Fister” Dr. Clown said standing naked in the door way. “Thank you Clown” "Shall we join forces"

Sorry for the delay in keeping this storyline going... There's probably one or two chapters left to wrap this up... Chapter V. My boy and I had an evening full of taking cock and cum. I was glad to know that we were still within the safe zone of PrEP-protection, even though I hadn’t taken a pill in two or three days, and we had just a few left between us. The crazy thing is that taking raw, possibly POZ cock together somehow brought us closer than we’d been in a long time. It was like we were both ready to embrace a pigginess together that we used to share only with casual hook-ups. We were past the point of being judgey with one another, and knew it turn the other on to see us sharing our holes with other guys. I lost count of how many cocks and loads were up our asses that night. When we collapsed into our own bed, the sun was just starting to rise, we fell asleep sticky, leaking seed, me still stuffed with the pig hole plug, and wrapped around each other. We woke up around noon to the sound of someone whistling in the kitchen downstairs. I reached around looking for a pair of briefs, and gave up. My boy laughed at me saying that whoever was in our kitchen had probably already fucked us both, so there was no need to cover up. Mack was standing at our, well his, stove frying eggs and bacon. He was naked except for an apron, temporarily hiding that massive cock. He told us that he was hoping to surprise us with breakfast in bed, and that he’d hope he’d let him fuck us both after eating something. We smiled, and I noted that the mound of his hefty cock was growing under his apron. We sat down at the table to eat, and Mack told us that he was so glad we were there. He told us that he had met Will a few summers ago, right after he had converted. In those days, there was no way to be undetectable, so he was probably the guy who POZZED Will, who probably POZZED HUNG DAD, who probably POZZED Jimmy. Between the three of them, they had started a little epidemic in this small town. More than a few out gay farmers and ranchers had converted, and so had a few straight ones who were taking POZ dick on the side… Mack told us to take all the dick and all the loads we wanted, but only if we knew that there was a good chance we’d convert too. I suspected that he, like Will, had gone through the medicine cabinet and seen our nearly empty bottle of little blue pills. This whole time, my boy’s mouth hung open. I think he was actually starting to drool. Mack collected the dishes, his cock now standing at attention under the apron. My boy crawled across the kitchen floor and put his head under the apron, swallowing Mack’s huge cock to the root. Watching my boy’s head bob back and forth under that apron made me as hard as I’ve ever been. Mack pulled the apron off and my boy kept gagging on his dick. I had to join him, and we kissed as we slobbered all over Mack’s cock. I pulled off and ate my boy’s ass out, getting it nice, open, and wet for Mack’s raw attack that was about to come. I worked a few fingers in and was rewarded with globs of last night’s seed. Mack pulled out of my boy’s mouth and slid into that wet ass as gently as his thick cock would allow. My boy grunted and pushed back on it, his face on the cool tiles, his ass upturned. I stood, jerking off to the hot scene, as Mack wrapped a thin arm around me and leaned forward to kiss me. Mack pushed me towards my boy’s mouth and suggested I let him eat my hole for a bit, and maybe he’d fuck me too. So, like good boys, we followed his directions and my boy got my ass prepared for raw fucking too. Mack pummeled my boy for a bit longer and then slammed into my boy’s ass, holding still, most likely seeding him. Mack pulled his dripping cock out and then slid into me, bending over the kitchen counter. He fucked me gently for a few minutes before getting more and more winded, finally unloading and breeding me deeply. He stayed with his arms wrapped around me until his softening dick slid right out, followed by a stream of cum, his fresh seed churned up with last night’s. My boy lapped up the puddle forming under me off of the tile floor. We took a few minutes to recover and had a cup of coffee together. Without showering, Mack suggested that he and I go to the hardware store to pick up a few things for the house. ‘You’re good and lubed up for whatever trouble we can find at the shop…’ Mack winked at my boy and told him, ‘You can probably entertain yourself until we get back… Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to entertain your boy…’ Mack pulled his cutoffs and a grimy tank on. I imagine they once fit snugly, but now they hung loosely from his boney shoulders and hips. His big dick looked delicious as it snaked down his left leg, just barely poking out of the bottom, still shiny with cum and ass juice. I ran upstairs and grabbed some shorts, pulling them on as I raced back down the stairs. My boy was already gone, I assumed to Will’s house for some more dick. We hopped in Mack’s truck and drove to the hardware store. When we got there, Mack led me inside. I could swear he was cruising, or showing me off to the contractors and do-it-yourselfers walking through the aisles. When Mack ran into a buddy, he’d elbow me, whispering, ‘I converted him like ten years ago…’ or ‘Tagged that guy a few times over the past few summers. Took Will to convert him though…’ I had no idea that so many men in the area were POZ. Most of them nodded or smiled, some gave Mack a gentle hug. We came across and handsome guy in his late 20s. Mack whispered, ‘Fresh meat. Follow my lead…’ He introduced himself and me to the guy, Steve. We shook hands. Turns out that Steve had just moved out of the city with his wife and new kid. Mack asked if he missed the action of the city. Steve smiled and said sure. Mack reached down and pulled his shorts up a bit so his cock was poking out even further. Steve gasped, and stared, unable to pull away. Mack leaned in, ‘I know where you can get some action right now. Follow me.’ It was definitely an order, and Mack just started walking to the back of the store. He was so confident that Steve would abandon his cart and just follow that he didn’t even turn around to check. Naturally, Steve and I followed. Mack led us to the back of the store and into an unmarked door. It was a broom closet with a wooden partition in it. I snickered when I saw that the partition had a gloryhole cut in just the right spot. Mack walked to the far side of the room, dropped his shorts, and stuck his cock through the hole. Steve was mesmerized, and dropped to his knees, licking around Mack’s head and shaft. He fished his own hardening cock out of his chinos and I lowered my shorts. I rubbed Steve’s shoulders and pulled off his polo. I stood him up with his ass up as he started to deepthroat Mack’s cock, now shiny and slick with spit. I knelt behind Steve and dove into his ass, lapping his hairy hole. It was furry but clean as a whistle. I slobbered all over it, opening him up with my fingers. I slapped my dick on his crack, and he thrust his ass up, arching his back, like a well-trained bottom slut. I was now leaking precum and slid into his raw hole. There’s nothing better than sliding into a stranger’s bare ass. Steve grabbed the partition and let Mack skull fuck his eager mouth. I pistoned into him and he winced as I slid in with more hammering force. I took a swipe at my own ass, leaking Mack’s morning seed, and smeared it onto my cock without pulling all the way back. I drove into him, savoring the squelching sound now coming out of his ass with each thrust. I was about to lose my load, and leaned forward to hiss in Steve’s ear, ‘You want my load?’ He nodded yes and grunted approval without pulling off of Mack’s cock. I rammed my hips forward shooting my cum into his ass. I figured I gave him the option, so it was fine, no guilt on m part. Steve slid forward, turned around, and shoved his cummy hole up to the gloryhole. I knew Mack had entered him my the silent contortions on Steve’s face. He leaned forward, ass still squarely on the hole, and grasped his knees. I fed him my cock to clean and he licked my tenderly as Mack plowed away. Steve’s grunts gradually became more and more of a whimer. I knew we’d worn out his hole and Mack rewarded his energy by firing off a big POZ load into his ass. Steve pulled off like a pro and cleaned Mack’s cock off too. Steve grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me for my number. I typed it in, and he sent me a text. My phone buzzed twice actually, as Mack was putting his own number into Steve’s phone, I read a text from my boy. ‘WILL AND HUNG DAD ARE PLANNING SOME ANON FUN FOR MY HOLE TODAY. CUM JOIN. WILL’S PLACE. WALK IN, DUMP A LOAD, AND LEAVE. DON’T TELL ME WHEN IT’S YOU. XX I read it aloud to Steve and Mack and they smiled. I had a feeling we’d see Steve again later that day. Mack must have loved knowing that he was the founder of a line of sluts in this small town. We chatted as we finished grabbing supplies and drove back to the house. He told me he was going to miss it all, and that this would likely be his last summer… I realized he didn’t mean at the country house; He meant ever… I let that sink in in silence as we approached the house. We carried the bags into the kitchen, and I gave him a big bear hug. ‘No time to get emotional. Your boy needs his hole filled…’ We headed over to Will’s to see what trouble had found my boy. To be continued…

FS PART 11 I stood there in the hospital gown with my ass hanging out. I didn't feel like tying it up in the back, because I knew that they would just want easy access to what ever twisted shit that had planned out next. I was being more complicit with my conversion and letting go of the guilt and regret. Fuck it, I wanted fun and I found it. I sat on the wooden bench in front of the lockers and waited. I couldn't imagine what was next. My cock was growing and thickening, even though I felt like hell from the fuck flu and Dr. Clown’s monster cock. The soreness of my hole reminded me of what just happened. My wait was not long, Stinger, the muscle bastard, which now was an upgrade from the name muscle fucker appeared at the door. “Sexy dress, pussy boy” he said laughing. “Fuck off” “You just want my toxic cock again” he said grabbing his crotch through his jeans. I did want it again, but I wasn't going to let the bastard know that. “Come on” Stinger turned and went through the door back into the hall, I moved quickly to catch up with him and almost knocked him down as I went through the door. “Easy whore, you'll get my dick later” We went down the hall, passing door after door. Stinger stopped and knocked on a door. He paused and waited. I didn't hear a response, but he went in and motioned for me. “Strap him in,” a voice said from inside the darken room, “oh and lose the fucking dress” Stinger grabbed my arm and pulled me in, the room was dim. He pulled the gown off me and tossed it aside. He directed me to an over stuffed chair, which was across from another chair. I was pushed into the chair, I almost fell through the chair seat. There was a slit in the bottom. Stinger kneeled in front of me, moved each leg, spreading them wide, and restrained them at the ankles. He stood, took my right arm placed it on the arm of the chair and restrained it at my wrist, then did the same to my left. Once he was certain I was not able to escape, he reached down on each side of my ass and pulled my checks open, exposing my hole to the seat below. “Have fun” he said laughing. “Welcome, we are going to play a game you and I” the mystery voice said. “Okay” “I will ask you questions and you will give me honest answers. If I don't think you are being honest enough, you will be punished” he said, “understand” “Yes” He moved from the dark corner he was standing to the other chair. He was dressed in black dress pants and a white button down shirt. He pulled up the legs of his pants, giving some slack in his crotch and sat down. The first thing I noticed was the his cock and balls dropped through a hole in his crotch. He sat and spread his legs wide, giving me an eye full of his cock. “Question one: are you a whore?” “No” “Wrong” he said I felt something quickly press through the hole and the chair and ran inside my sore hole. It pulled out and slammed back in. The pain was intense. “Yes, yes, just make it stop” “Tell me what you are and it will stop” he said “I'm a whore” I said and the pounding of my hole stopped and the object retreated back inside the chair. “Question two: at the carnival were you looking for cock” “No, I just wanted some fun” “Question three: once you were getting fucked the first time were you wanting poz cum” “Yes, somewhere in my mind I wanted it” I watched as his cock twitched and slowly being to grow. I couldn't help but stare. “Question four: are you looking at my cock” “No” Why I lied I don't know, the object erupted out of the seat and straight into my hole. This time it began to rapidly move in and out, moving only a few inches in and out. “Yes, I am looking at it, I want to taste it, I want it up my hole” I yelled out It didn't stop the attack on my hole from the object. It continued fucking my hole with no lube. “Question five: Have you been fisted?” “No, please make it stop!” I pleaded, but to no luck my hole was being raped by an unknown object. “Question six: if you are in pain and want the fucking of your hole to stop, why is your cock hard?” I looked down, fuck me, my cock was hard, leaking and bouncing as I was being fucked from below. I had no answer for this. “Pain turns me on” I said, “I guess” “You guess” he said The fucking of my hole intensified, the pain increased. I could feel my hole moving in and out as the object quickly moved in and out. “Question seven: do you give yourself to the freak show” “Yes” With that he stood up and kicked off his shoes. Then opened his pants dropping them to to floor, where he stepped out of them. I watched his cock bounce as he slowly moved towards me unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it open but left it on. In the middle of his chest was a tattoo. A massive fist was tattooed in the middle of his chest and went down onto his abdomen. He climbed onto the chair, feet on both sides of my legs. He grabbed my hair, pulled my face towards his cock. I opened my mouth and took it in. The object continued to fuck my hole as he started to fuck my mouth. I knew my body was tensing up. Suddenly, something was put under my nostril. I jumped. “Don't be scared, it's just twisted ole me,” Stinger said, “inhale” I did exactly that. I inhaled deeply. The rush came over my body. I could feel myself relax some. I inhaled again, held it in, released and inhaled again. Now I was flying, my holes no longer resisted the fuckings. The object in my hole was now becoming pleasurable, but that soon was replaced again with pain. The object was getting thicker, as if it was being blown up as it rammed in and out of my hole. The muscles of my hole were stretching wider and wider. My hole was now past the size it was as Dr. Clown’s one eyed monster was in me. I could feel my face flushing. I didn't want to pass out. I was also fighting back tears. I didn't want to show weakness. I couldn't hold them back. I screamed only for it to be muffled by the cock in my mouth. Tears flowed out of my eyes and down my face. The poppers were put under my nose again. This time I didn't inhale. I was breathing as the cock in mouth exited and before it slammed back in. “Don't be an ass, inhale again fucker” Stinger said angrily. I didn't fight it, and inhaled deeply again, five times this time. The rush had me flying. The object increased again in girth, stretching me more. The pain was growing more as the object grows. The cock in my mouth was pulled out and the man climbed down off my chair. “Keep him flying, Stinger” he said, “I am going to set up” My mind wondered what he was setting up for. This wasn't enough. The object fucking me inflated more and my hole stretched wider. At this point someone could get a fist or two up my hole. That was when I got his tattoo - he was going to punch fuck my hole with one fist or maybe even two. Stinger saw the look on my face and laughed. I inhaled the poppers to help with the pain. “Someone fucking gets it now” he said, “he's ready Mr Fister” “Good bring him to me” The object in my hole ripped out, pulling the lips of my hole with it. I pulled up trying to ease the pain. Stinger took away the little brown bottle, capping it and putting it my hand. “You might want that whore” He undid the restraints on my arms and legs, then pulled me up out to the chair, guiding me through a door into another room.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty Six I felt a cock head push against my hole. The men around cheered as it pushed my hole open and popped inside. I felt the head move in deeper, as my hole slide down the shaft of the hard cock. The shaft plunged into my hole until the I could feel the man pressed up against my ass. He slowly pulled out until the head of his cock was pulling at the inside of my hole. He paused then slowly pushed back in. He continued to slowly move his cock in and out of my hole. “Stop fucking teasing him and your cock, fuck him. We want his hole” someone said impatiently. The man laughed and then drove his cock into my hole hard. He grabbed my hips and then started to fuck my hole. He was fucking me hard and fast. His balls were hitting my ass as he pounded his cock in me. His cock was getting harder as he pumped my hole. He drove all the way in and then pressed against me. I could feel his cock twitch inside. I was getting my first load of poz cum, the first of thirty loads. I moaned but it was muffled by my Dad’s jock in my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting his sweat and piss as the cock in me pulled out. It was quickly replaced by another one. This one slammed into my hole with a brute force. I grunted as he got all the way in. This man was in a hurry, he grabbed my hips and started to quickly fuck my ass. I could hear him groaning and already breathing heavily, he wasn't going to last long, which was a disappointment, but I still had twenty eight more cocks to go. He pounded my hole with short strokes until he slammed in and shot his load. “Quick trigger tonight Jason” “Been holding that in for a couple of weeks” He pulled out of me, but I wasn't empty long. A new cock slid into my hole filling me up. This one was thicker then the first two. It hit the back of my hole quickly. I could feel the muscles of my hole stretching open. There was no pain just pleasure. He pulled out and plunged back in, driving deep, until his balls pressed against my ass. “His cock is going to stretch him so open we won't feel his lips” someone said jokingly. Everyone laughed. One of the camera men moved in front of my face. His jock’s pouch, which was stretched beyond capacity was just inches from my face. I could smell his musk. I fought the urge to spit my Dad’s jock out and run my tongue all over it. He moved in closer as he held the camera over head. His pouch was now lightly rubbing against my nose. The temptation was killing me. His musk was stronger, it was more intoxicating than poppers. The cock in my hole was pounding me at a steady rhythm. I could feel it rubbing against my hole, balls hitting my ass. The pouch in front of me moved more until it was pressing against my face hard. I slowly inhaled the musk. Between the cock in my hole and the musk in my lungs my own cock was fighting against its cage. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of the cock in my hole. The camera man began to move his hips, causing his jock as well as his cock and balls hidden behind them to rub against my face. “Tease the boy” my Dad said to the camera man, “take it out and rub it against his face, leave some cock slime” The camera man pulled his pouch away from my face as the cock in me pushed all the way in and stayed there. I think the top was watching the camera man, who had grabbed his jock and pulled it aside. His cock flopped out, bringing his balls with it. His cock hit me right between the eyes. The cock inside me began to pump me again, driving in and out. I could feel the pre-cum leaking on my face from the camera man’s hard cock. “Look at that cum leaking out already from his hole” someone said from behind me. “Dude below has the best view” The man fucking me was pumping his cock harder and harder. It wasn't long until he pushed all the way in and added his load to the ones already there. He groaned as his cock twitched. The camera man leaned in, pressing his balls against my lips and Dad’s jock. I sniffed deep, bringing his musk deep into my lungs. The man in me pumped a couple of times, mixing the loads in my ass and pulled out. I wasn't empty long as another cock slid into my hole balls deep. I could feel his crotch hair pressing against my ass, tickling me. I moved my head to my right causing the cameraman’s cock to run across my face leaving a cock slime trail. I could just see another camera man standing close by. His jock was gone and someone was down sucking his cock. I could not see his cock, only the head moving back and forth along the shaft. The man fucking me was moaning loudly. He was steadily pumping his cock in and out of my hole. It felt as if it was an uncut cock and I wondered if it was Garrett, but didn't know. I could feel the skin move as he pumped in and out. My cock was pushing hard against its confinement, as my mind thought about all the poz loads in me, as well as the ones that were about to be. I wondered if there was more than just the three full blown AIDS loads that will be in my hole. The man in me started to pump his cock in and out harder. He didn't last long and drove his cock deep into my hole, adding his load. He pulled out leaving my hole open and empty. “You ready for Daddy’s big hard cock, son” I muffed out a yes! “Show me boy, open that boy pussy for Daddy” I made my hole open and close the best I could, without trying to lose any of the poz cum that was already in me. “That's it son, tease Daddy” He started to rub his cock up and down my crack, he picked up some cum that had been pushed out of my hole and coated his head. He aimed his cock at my hole and pushed in. I could feel his fur against my ass and his big hands grabbing my hips. “Daddy’s all the way in son” I moaned through his jock, which was now soaked with my spit. I tried to push back against him but couldn't move. Dads cock twitched in me as he made it bounce. I sucked in his jock more. As he began to move his cock in and out, Garrett come up to my head and squatted in front of me. Once we were eye to eye, he pulled out the jock, tossing it aside. “How's that hole pussy boy” he asked “Feeling good with Daddy’s big cock in me” “Sore any” “Just a little but it adds to the pleasure.” “Poppers?” “Not yet” I looked down at his cock, it was hard and leaking. He made it jump over and over. “It will be in you soon” I hadn't noticed he had a jock in his hand. He moved it up to my mouth. I opened wide, giving him access to shove it in. “It's the camera man that is under your ass capturing the action. He shot a load in it.” I moved it around in my mouth until I found the fresh load. It was salty with a bitter after taste. I sucked it until I could no longer taste his load. Dad was steadily fucking my hole. As the men cheered him on. I was moaning through the jock as I enjoyed Dad’s big cock. “Drew you fucking pervert!” someone said. “Twisted mother fucker, popping his cherry and infecting him” someone else said. “Wouldn't have it any other way,” Dad said as he fucked my hole. The pain in my cock was too great. I spit the jock out of my mouth, even though I didn't want to. “I can't take the pain” I cried out. “You have had Daddy’s meat before, it doesn't hurt” Dad said. “No the cage on my cock.” “Drew your one mean fucker to cage him up during his gang bang” Doc said somewhere behind me. “Free his boy cock” “Okay, someone get the key and release his cock, it's on the shelf back there with the poppers” Dad kept fucking me, until I heard a slap. It wasn't my ass that was slapped it was Dad’s. “Push in and hold the fuck still” I felt someone messing with the cage and it was soon opened and removed. My cock expanded and was fully hard in a matter of seconds. Another slap on Dad’s ass got him pumping his cock in and out of my hole again. With each pump of his cock, my cock leaked out more and more pre-cum. I was moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat from Dad fucking my hole. I squeezed my hole around Dad’s cock as it slid in and out. I wanted his cum the first time he fucked me and I wanted it now. His grip on my hips tightened, his pounding became harder and harder. “Daddy is going to cum, son, cum deep in your hole” “Give it to me, Daddy, please” I begged. “Are you sure, son? You want my poison?” “You gave it to me a few times before, give it to me now” Dad slammed his cock deep into my hole, it twitched and pulsed as his load shot into me. He groaned loudly. Slowly he started to move in and out as his cumming subsided. He was churning the loads in my hole, mixing the sperm and the strains. He pulled out of my hole and someone quickly replaced him. He moved around to my head. “Clean Daddy’s cock son, taste the loads from your hole” I opened my mouth wide inviting his used cock in deep. A cameraman moved closer to get a good view of me cleaning Dad’s cock. The cock in my hole continued to slide in and out, fucking me hard and good. “Mmmm you are making Daddy’s cock hard again”

FS PART 10 The sight of that massive purple blood engorged cock pointing straight at my face worried the fuck out of me. It was much bigger this close up. I didn't see how big it was as it fucked my hole, although the pain was an indication of it. The doctor slowly stepped forward, inching his cock closer and closer to my face. With each small step he took, his cock twitched and jumped, teasing me. A mixture of new pre-cum and left over cum from his first load oozed out of the opened piss slit, drooling towards his feet. There was still a pink coating of cum and blood mixture coating the shaft, with large globs behind the ridge of his head. I could feel the tears flowing as well as sweat as the tip of his cock head met my lips. Stringer’s hand was pressing my head in place on the table. His hand was pressed against my ear so hard that I could hear my heart beat rapidly beating in my ear. Gripping the thick base of his cock, the doctor started to move the tip around my lips, smearing cum all over them. I fought back the urge to lick my lips, fearing that once my lips parted, even a slight part her would forced his cock into my mouth and beyond. I lost the battle and stuck my tongue out and tasted his salty load. I was right, as soon as my lips opened, he thruster his cock deep into my mouth. I barely had time to breathe. He pushed his cock way back, I gagged and choked bringing up a little bit of thick slime from my throat. He pulled back, giving me a chance to get a breath and then slide back in, pushing hard and moving past my gag reflex. I felt my throat open and his massive cock head stretch it wide. My lips were stretched past the widest they have even been open. The corners slip a little and hurt like I had a paper cut there. He gripped his cock where it met my lips and pulled out all the way. He showed me how much I had had in my throat. “Not even half way, you will have to do better than that” he said He aimed his cock head at my mouth, the slowly pushed the head inside. I began to sweat more again. I took a deep breathe twice and readied myself for the choking. The thick hard cock slowly started to push in, I could see his hand marking where I stop last time slowly coming towards my lips. I felt the cock head pass my gag reflex and expand my throat as it pushed past it. His fingers hit my lips and let go. He pushed his cock in further and further. My eyes widened and watered, I started to panic since I couldn't breathe. He wrapped his fingers again around his cock to show the depth his cock had plunged down my throat. “Barely over half” he said, shaking his head. He stepped closer and Stringer removed his hand as the doctor's massive cock slammed down on my cheek. He picked it up and slammed it down again and again. “Let's try this a different way” he said, “hold on tight” I wasn't sure if he was telling that to Stinger or to me, but I soon found out it was to both of us. He positioned his cock head at my lips and proceeded to push this massive cock in until resistance stopped him, the. He pulled out, just leaving the head in my mouth, the foxes his cock back down my throat. His face fucking was at a steady pace, only giving me seconds to breathe and prepare myself for the next choking. I gripped the edges of the table to brace myself, while Stinger added his other hand to my head and was holding it tight, keeping it in place. Tears were running down my face, snot was running out of my nose, and sweat was soaking me and the table. Dr. Clown drove his cock deeper into my throats each time he thrust it inside. I could not tell how much I was actually taking since the tears was blurring my vision. I could feel my throat opening, deeper and deeper in my chest. Over and over his thick massive cock rammed itself in my throat. Soon I was feeling the heat of his body against my face, he was now getting so deep that he was only about an inch or so away from his crotch touching my face. Then after about three more thrusts of his hips, he rammed the last inch or so of his cock down my throat. His shaved crotch met my face. He held it there for just a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime, then he pulled completely out. His cock was shiny with a thick spit from deep in my throat. I coughed and gasped for breathe, as I tried to recover from his throat rape. “See I knew you could do it,” he said. I could hear Stinger laughing as he released my head. I wanted to spit in both of their faces, but really didn't know what that would accomplish. “Are we done? Can I go home” I said with a soft harsh voice. My vocal cords had just gotten their first pounding by a hard cock. “We are just beginning,” the doctor said, “clean our guest up and give him a drink” The doctor left the exam room, as Stinger untied my hands and legs. I stretched some as I moved to get off the exam table. I barely had my feet on the floor, when Stinger moved me to the center of the room and pushed my down on my knees. My leg muscles ached more from being unable to move then the flick flu that my body was fighting. Stinger stood in front of me, holding his soft cock in his hand. I looked up at his face to find his evil grin was again on his face. “Open” I was so tired that I didn't even fight. I opened and he put his cock head in my mouth, slowly starting to piss. “Swallow” I swallowed the mouthful of piss in my mouth, it burned going done my throat. He filled my mouth with more piss, and I blindly obeyed and swallowed, repeating this until he he had finished. “Follow me, you need a shower” I weakly got up and followed him. We passed a few doors and entered one near the end of the hall. It turned out to be a makeshift locker room with a shower area. “Strip and clean up” I stripped, my wet body shivered from the cold. I turned on the hot shower and stepped in. I reached back and rubbed my ass, then found my hole. It was sore, puffy and still gapping. I ran my finger around it, feeling my ring. I slipped two fingers in and still had room for one more. I pulled them out, looked at them. There was some pink slime on them. I closed my eyes and then sucked them clean as guilt and shame came over me. I grabbed the soap and decided then and there, I was not going to beat myself up, I did this willingly. After cleaning up and relaxing under the hot water, I turned off the shower. I discovered a towel hanging next to the shower entrance, grabbed it and dried off. Being out of the hot water I was now cold and only wanted to get dressed, only to discover my clothes were gone. Left on the bench in front of the lockers was a hospital gown with a note on top that said: “WEAR ME”

FS PART 9 Stinger pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular back. I watched as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He turned his head giving me an evil grin as he did. I could hear the buttons pop as he pulled the jeans apart. His hands gripped the sides of the jeans waist band and pushed them down. As he bent down to push his jeans further down his legs and exposing his firm ass to me, Dr Clown’s chest was exposed to me. It looked even more massive than it did inside his lab coat. The doctor had his hands on his hips. His belly was pushed out, looking more like a roid gut than a six pack. His biceps flexed as he watched me. He was giving me a little show. I wanted to see what was below his waist, but Stinger was still blocking my view. I was enjoying looking at his ass, was so inviting. “You looking at my ass, faggot?” He asked I was a little afraid to ask. I just watched as he stepped out of his jeans. He tossed them aside and reached back, gripping his ass check spreading them open. “It's a lickable pucker, huh cum dump,” Stinger said. I never answered, just continued my staring. “Cock got your tongue” he teased. He twisted around, still blocking my view of the naked doctor. I could see that damn scorpion tattoo that was burned into my memory. He slapped his hard cock bringing my attention to his crotch. It was really the first time I got a good look at his cock and balls. He was hairless. I couldn't remember if it was like that when he fucked me or was it new. “You remember this cock, don't you” he said, “it gave you your hole the first taste of venomous seed.” I did remember it, but I was focused on the doctor. “Move, you twisted fucking asshole” I screamed at him “Touchy touchy. Can we give him something Doc?” Then it happened. He moved. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. Between the doctors massive thighs was his huge fucking cock. It was so massive and adding to that mass was a metal cock ring. His cock was over a foot long and as thick as my forearm. His cock head was bigger than an apple, and was so engorged that it was almost purple. Hell, the whole massive cock was purple. The cock ring must have been causing him pain from being so tight, but his face was not showing it. “Gonna create a new freak!” Stinger said. The doctor walked forward, his cock bouncing as it pointed the way. He picked his enormous cock up as he got closer to my ass, allowing him to move all the way up to me, pressing his body against me. He let go and his cock dropped hard and fast down onto my balls. The pain was intense. I tightly closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from crying out from the pain. “Brave fucker!” Stinger said The doctor moved back, dragging his cock down my stomach and across my cocks and balls, leaving a trail of dick snot. “Spit on that hole” The doctor said to Stinger. “More fun dry,” Stinger said, “more pain” “Spit” Stinger moved to my ass and dropped to his knees. He slapped my ass twice and laughed. “Wanted it warm for you, doc” He started to loudly clear his throat, bringing up some deep spit. My hole puckered as it felt the warm spit hit it. Stinger looked up over my balls and smiled. He stood and moved away. “Remind me Stinger, I need to give you something to turn that green spit back to clear,” the doctor said. Stinger broke out in a loud laugh. I felt the doctor’s cock head rub against my hole. He had grabbed his cock around the base and began to move his cock head around my hole, spreading out Stinger’s green spit. I began to sweat more, was it from the fever or the fact that I was scared of the pain that his cock was going to bring. “Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you” Stinger said as the doctor nodded in agreement. “Well, no one outside this office suite” the doctor added. Fuck, they just hinted there were more people here. My mind wondered if they would come help me. I was about to find out. The doctor suddenly pushed against my hole, but it resisted. Stinger grabbed my nut sac and squeezed hard. Pain shot through my body. His grip tightened. The doctor pushed harder this time, my hole opened and he forced his whole cock deep into my ass. The pain was the worse I had ever experienced, it took my mind off my balls. “Works every time Doc” Stinger said proudly. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and roll down my face as I let out the loudest blood curdling scream. My breathing was erratic, very shallow, but there was still enough for a second scream. “He's gonna pass out,” Doc said, “get the salts” I don't remember anything after that, everything went black. Then I was awake again. Pain was still shooting through my body as the doctor pulled his massive cock completely out only to slam it back in balls deep. Each time my pain reacted violently by trying to escape the restraints, screaming. The fuck flu aches were over powered by the pain coming from my hole as it was forcibly fucked. Sweat poured off my body, soaking my hair and dropping from me onto the exam table. If anyone was in the office suite with us, no one came running to my rescue, as the doctor slam fucked me over and over. Stinger was standing next to my hips, his eyes locked on my hole and the doctor’s massive weapon as he slowly stroke his cock. Somewhere in the office music started to get louder, my guess it was to drown out my screams of pain. The doctor’s hands grabbed my hips as he slammed harder and harder. The metal Cock ring pressed against my lower back, sending more pain through my body. Each time he slammed in the pain became less and less intense, but never went away. “Going to get patient zeros strain here and now,” Stinger said, “he's the one who pozzes all of us carnies” “Fucking right,” the doctor said. His nut sac swung back and forth as he fucked me, it banged against the metal table as he drove his cock into my hole. His cock seemed to thicken and harden each time he plunged deep into my hole. “Let me coat your fuck stick Doc” Stinger said, moving back towards the doctor. The doctor pulled completely out of my hole, leaving me empty and gaping. I lifted my head off the exam table to watch Stinger jacking his cock, now faster and aiming his head towards the shaft of the doctor's purple monster. It was so hard it pointed straight out with out any hands to keep it there. “Here is comes” Stringer’s cock erupted, cum shot all over the engorged cock. His load was thick. It was the first time I saw the seed that was the first to infect my negative hole. It was the load the changed my DNA and my mind. As fast as Stinger’s cum stopped pumping out of his piss slit, the doctor slammed his cock back into my hole and started to fuck me again, same as before. Stinger was squeezing his cock as he slowly moved his fingers from the base to the head, milking out what ever cum was still in his pisser. He wiped the cum oozing out of his head on the fingers of his free hand. He put those fingers into his mouth and sucked them with an evil grin on his face. “Mmmm tasty” he said laughing. I watched his cock slowly go soft and go from sticking straight out to hanging over his balls. There was a drop of cum hanging from his head and slowly moving down towards the floor. The doctor was still raping my hole. He had stopped taking his cock completely out of my hole and was teasing the head on my stretched out hole, then driving in. “Working up a huge toxic load of venom for you” Stinger moved behind him and reached around his massive chest, grabbing his nipples. I watched his fingers work them, pinching them, pulling them, and then twisting them roughly. The doctor's breathing became quicker. “Good Stinger, always knows how to get me to shoot” He pumped for a few more seconds and then slammed into me balls deep. His cock pulsed and twitched allowing me to feel the load of cum that was being shot into me. He pushed in harder with each shot, even though there was no way he could get in any more. His cock slowly stopped shooting, but he just stood there, still deep inside my hole. “That will help with your conversion” he said. “What about the flu, will you help me with that.” I asked. “Nothing will help that, got to let it run its course or every load you had shot in you will have been a waste.” He replied. “Stupid fucker, we don't want anything to stop your conversion, you gonna be the next freak and our star attraction” Stinger said laughing. The doctor then pulled out. I could feel my hole remain open as his cock fell from my ass. He moved towards my head. When he was standing next to me, I turned to see the ugly monster hanging from his body, it was covered with a pink slime. I put his hand behind my head and pulled my head closer to the edge of the table. “Open wide, mother fucker, time for that hole to be stretched wide open like your other one” Stinger said laughing. It was then I realized tears were running down my face not sweat.

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.

A lot happened over the next few months. Simon texted me a few times, but I didn't want to see him, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me and forget it had ever happened. I went back to my boyfriend, and everything pretty much returned to normal. Then I started noticing that when Simon would get home, he wouldn't always be alone. I'd hear his hip-hop music pumping as he drove onto our street, then I'd hear him walk past my window, but with the click-click-click of some girl he'd picked up at the clubs walking next to him. Sometimes they'd be talking, and it seemed like I never heard the same girl twice, it was always someone different. Then they'd go back to his place and do who-knows-what. At first it didn't bother me, he had his life and I had mine. But then I started thinking back to the way he had nibbled my ear and kissed my neck when we were cuddling, and how his chest felt pressed up against my back…. And the thought of someone else getting to feel that instead of me -- a lot of 'someone else's -- made me feel cheap, like it hadn't meant anything to him. And then it made me feel angry, that they all got to feel that and I didn't. And then I realized I wanted to see him again. So I went crawling back to him, just like he'd said I would, and I think he liked that even more than if I'd given in right away. For the next few months, he had me over whenever he couldn't find any 'bitches' to fuck. And he loved to humiliate me: one time he made me wear panties while we were cuddling, the next time he fucked me late at night outside on the balcony. Another time he made me talk to my boyfriend while he was deep inside me, and the next time he wrote "SLUT" on my forehead in marker before he'd let me go home. He always let his roommate fuck me afterwards, just like the first time, and he never let me see the roommate, so I still didn't know what he looked like. He was always thinking of some way to make me feel like worthless trash, but he could be so sweet and tender when he felt like it, that I just kept going back. Meanwhile, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and I stopped talking to him for a while. Well, Simon didn't like that at all, and after he gave me a piece of his mind a few times, I got back together with my boyfriend. I don't know if he liked the thought of my boyfriend sleeping around behind my back, or if he just liked fucking a cheater (me), but whatever the reason, Simon fucked me extra hard when I told him I'd gotten back together with my boyfriend. And lastly, this high school boy and his family had moved in across the street, and I sometimes saw him and his brothers playing on the sidewalk with their bikes and their skateboards or whatever. The boy was beefy and Latin, and good-looking I guess, but I never really paid him much attention…until I noticed Simon chatting with him every once in a while. They would goof around and laugh, and pretty soon I started hating that boy. Why didn't Simon ever goof around with me? Why was he always trying to humiliate me? I tried to ignore them. Anyway, it was a Friday night, and Simon was hungrily eating my hole, making me tell him about my latest date with my boyfriend. I hated talking about private time with my boyfriend when I was with Simon, I always felt like Simon was laughing at him for being such a blind fool. But every time I stopped talking, I got a hard slap on the ass, so I kept going. When I got to the part where my boyfriend had fucked me and had cum inside my ass, Simon moaned approvingly as he ate me out. Then he moved up and started lining his hard cock up with my hole, like he'd done so many times before. Having prepared for this, I said, "Hold on one sec, I have some --" and I reached down into my jeans and pulled out a couple condoms I'd brought with me. Simon had fucked me about six or seven times now, and he'd never used a rubber, and he'd never pulled out. I'd been too afraid to say anything before, but now I thought maybe he cared enough about me and my health (and my boyfriend's) to wrap it up. He knew I wanted his cock, but he really did hook up with a lot of other people, and I didn't want to catch anything or give anything to my boyfriend. "Can you -- can you wear one of these this time?" I asked him. "The fuck is that?" Simon asked. He was not happy. "They're…condoms. We've hooked up a few times, and I just thought…we should be safe, you know?" The room was dark, but from the pale light coming in through the blinds, I could tell he was staring at me, unamused. I saw something dark and a little scary flash behind his eyes, then he said, "Open it." So I opened one of the wrappers and took out a condom, not sure why he was looking at me like that. "Unroll it." "But, it has to go on your --" I started to say, but he raised his hand and lifted it back, so I stopped talking and quickly unrolled the rubber like he said. "Now throw that shit on the floor," he said, and I realized he wasn't going to put it on. I threw it down, then he made me do the same with the other one, then the wrappers. "We're not gonna have this conversation again, are we?" he said, looking into my eyes menacingly. I shook my head, and after a second, his expression softened, just a little. "Now turn around," he ordered, "face down, ass up." I did what he said, and he gave me a brutal fucking that night, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in, making it hurt more than usual. I realized he was probably looking at his bare white cock every time he pulled out, and plunging it all the way back into my submissive hole just to prove a point. Finally, after what felt like forever, he said, "I'm gonna bust my fuckin' nut inside your cheatin' ass, just like your boyfriend does." And he did, just like all the other times he'd fucked me. After he came down, he pulled me up against him and cuddled tenderly with me, as if our conversation and that brutal hate-fuck had never happened. As he was gently kissing my neck, he quietly remarked "I need your help, baby doll." My heart fluttered. He needed me for something?? Well that feeling got crushed immediately when he continued, "There's this kid across the street I wanna get my dick inside, and you're gonna help me." "Me?" I asked, "What do you need me for?" I could feel my blood start to boil, as I thought of Simon laughing and talking to that new kid like they were buddies. I hoped that wasn't who he was talking about. "This Mexican boy Jaime just moved in across the street," he started explaining, and I felt something in between heartbreak, anger, and jealousy, as I knew it was the same kid. Why wasn't I enough for him? Then I realized how stupid that thought was, when I was the one stepping out on my boyfriend. "He turns 18 in a few days, and I wanna be the first one in there, cuz that shit ain't goin' stay cherry for long, nahmean?" If I was understanding him correctly, Simon wanted to take this kid's virginity before anyone else did, but god he was young! And so innocent. He still played on his little trick bicycle and scooters with his little brothers. Had I looked that innocent when I was 18? Then I remembered one of the first guys I'd hooked up with had been twice my age, so maybe 18 wasn't such an innocent age after all…. "So what do I do?" I asked, still not understanding what any of this had to do with me, and not really wanting to be a part of it, either. "I just need you to be there for…moral support," he said, "to make him feel comfortable 'n' shit." This still didn't make sense to me, but as he nibbled my ear and slid his hand down to my cock and balls, I agreed to help him. He needed me, and that was enough. A week later, I was back at Simon's place working on his cock while he was texting with the kid, who was trying to get away from his family and come over. I just wanted it to be the two of us, without that stupid kid ruining everything. But it's what Simon wanted, and he knew I couldn't say no to him. So I stayed on his fat cock, trying not to think about how many people he'd fucked with it since I'd seen him last. "Oh snap," he said, "kid's comin' over. Can't wait to get this hard cock in that phat virgin ass!" As he said this, he pushed my head all the way down on his cock and made me gag for an extra long time, slapping my hands away when I tried to come up for air. Finally he let me go. After I had caught my breath a little and wiped the slobber off my face, he took me delicately by the chin and pulled me right up to his face, so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "I'm so glad you're here, baby doll," he said to me so quietly, "I couldn't do this without you." And I think at that point I would have done anything this man had asked. "Now get back on my fucking dick," he said, and pushed his cock back down my throat for a few jabs, before extracting himself from my hold, getting to his feet, pulling on a pair of shorts on and leaving me alone in the bedroom. Why was he always messing with me like this? Did he like me, or was I just a fuck to him? And why did I keep coming over?? When he came back into the room with Jaime, he was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with his latest catch. Jaime looked happy, too, but nervous. I watched as Simon took off Jaime's clothes, and saw that Jaime was already hard. Simon had him lie down on the bed on his back. "Have you ever gotten your dick sucked and your ass licked at the same time?" he asked Jaime. Jaime shook his head. "Well you're about to," Simon said, as he lifted up Jaime's legs and dove in. I took that as my cue to work on this kid's cock, so I did, even though I knew nothing about him and technically hadn't even spoken to him yet. What was I doing? Well, Jaime loved the attention, and I started warming up to the whole idea, too. He seemed like a nice-enough kid, and in a way I guess it was hot to work with Simon to make him feel good. I started rubbing his body and playing with his balls, and he liked that, too. Then Simon started working a finger inside his hole, and after Jaime relaxed onto that, a couple more, asking "Are you ready to get fucked, Jaime?" "I think so," Jaime answered, so Simon spat on his cock a few times and lined it up with his hole. "I'm just gonna go in a lil' bit so you can get used to it, alright?" Jaime seemed okay with that, and nodded. So I leaned directly over where Simon's hard white cock was rubbing against Jaime's virgin brown skin, looking so evil and menacing. I could stop all this right now, save this kid's innocence, keep him from the life of cheating, lying, humiliation, taking loads from complete strangers, and worrying about the consequences that I'd found myself in since I'd met Simon, but then I got another flash of all the times the two of them had been joking around easily, right outside my fucking window, rubbing in my face how happy they were together, and how much more Simon liked Jaime than he liked me. And that's when I decided this kid deserved what was coming to him. If he was going to get the fun, easygoing Simon in public, he was going to get the sick, twisted Simon in the bedroom, too. So I spat a few more times on Simon's cock, and watched with dark satisfaction as it sank, inch by inch, into this kid's dumb, unprotected hole. To his credit, Jaime took Simon's thick cock like a champ, eyes closed in concentration. Then, when it was about halfway inside, Jaime opened his eyes and said, "Oh wait, are you wearing a rubber right now?" I surprised even myself by saying, "Don't worry, he's only like this much inside you," holding my fingers barely an inch apart. "He's just letting you get used to him." "Oh really?" Jaime asked, obviously in some pain. "It feels like he's all the way in already." "Just relax," I said, rubbing his hairless boy-chest, "this is your first time, so you have to let him loosen you up. Do you want me to suck your cock again?" He nodded, so I went back down to his cock, and I saw Simon give me a big grin, like he was so proud of me. A nd that's when I knew I was doing the right thing. When Simon finally got all the way inside Jaime's ass, he started to slowly pull out and push back in, as I slowly worked on Jaime's cock, not wanting him to cum yet. Simon was getting into a rhythm, and as I looked up at him, I could see the satisfaction on his face. Then Jaime asked, "Okay, can you put a rubber on now?" But Simon didn't say anything, he just kept fucking him slowly. It was weird to be watching Simon do the same thing to this kid that he'd done to me the first time he'd fucked me. Jaime didn't know what to do, so after a few seconds, he looked over to me for help. But instead of helping him, I said, "Don't worry, Simon's always really careful, he almost never hooks up and he always plays safe except with people he trusts. I have a boyfriend but I still let him fuck me because he's always safe. Wait, you're clean, right?" The kid nodded with wide eyes. "Okay good," I said, "then he can trust you, too. You don't have anything to worry about, just relax and enjoy him inside you. Is he starting to feel good yet?" He nodded again. "Awesome, you're doing so great," and he smiled at me. God, this kid was dumb and deserved whatever he got. I went back to playing with his hard cock and balls to distract him, while I watched Simon looking like a stud, pounding his thick meat into this formerly innocent high school boy, taking this prize he'd had his eye on for months. After Jaime was opened up and stopped asking about rubbers, Simon really started fucking him with gusto: on his back, on his side, on his hands and knees, on his stomach, and then on his back again. "You're doin' so great, kid," Simon said with a big smile, obviously happy to be the one corrupting this teenager, continuing by commenting "You're almost done." With that, he started really pounding Jaime, making him feel it, and sending shockwaves through the kid's beef that were hot to watch. Jaime took it like a pro, and I was amazed his cock stayed hard through it all -- Simon really was being rough with the kid, but I liked seeing him in discomfort under Simon's onslaught. Then Simon started moaning, and I knew he was about to cum. I half expected Jaime to beg him to pull out or something, but I guess my lies to him earlier about Simon being 'careful' and 'safe' had done the trick, because he just watched Simon get closer and closer as he fucked him, and didn't say anything. Simon gave a few last, brutal thrusts, and moaned loudly as he shot his cum of unknown status deep inside this dumb teen's unprotected hole. I could tell Simon was very pleased with himself, because his mouth was open in a big smile as he looked up at the ceiling and slid his cock in and out a few more times. He slowly pulled out, then crashed on the bed between me and Jaime. "Fuck, kid, you were great," Simon said, which made Jaime smile, too. "Definitely worth the wait. And that was your first time getting fucked?" Jaime nodded. "Fuck, that's hot, son." After catching his breath for a few seconds, Simon looked down at Jaime's cock and said, "Looks like you're still hard. You ready for the other part of the deal?" Jaime nodded with a big smile. Well it sounded like Simon was going to get Jaime off, or maybe let Jaime cum on his chest or something. That sounded alright, but it looked like my part in this entire twisted thing was over. Then Simon was on top of me in a flash, grabbing me and pulling me down onto the bed. He'd done this to me enough times for me to realize I was wrong again, and that the other part of the 'deal' was the kid fucking me now, whether I wanted it or not. And incidentally, I didn't. Simon never lined up guys for me to fuck after he'd fucked me, actually he always did the exact opposite, and let his roommate fuck me, too. And he and Jaime had had this 'deal' the whole time, and hadn't told me? Is that how he'd gotten Jaime to come over? And was that the only reason he'd said he 'needed' me to come over tonight? I felt totally used and stupid, once again. As Simon held me down, Jaime climbed on top of me and lined his cock up with my hole. Simon spat a few times, probably showing Jaime how to lube up before fucking an ass, and then Jaime was eagerly shoving his hard teenage cock into me, never once asking if I wanted it or if I was ready. I couldn't believe I had kept this entire night from derailing when I'd convinced Jaime to take Simon's cock without worrying. I could have stopped this whole thing back then, and then I wouldn't be getting split in half by this horny teen who just wanted to get off and didn't care if it hurt. Maybe that's why Simon had given me that satisfied look back then, because he knew I was making sure I'd get fucked by yet another stranger, I just didn't know it at the time. And because of my stupid talk to Jaime about not needing condoms, here he was sticking it in me bareback. After a few tries, with Simon holding me down as I screamed into the pillow, Jaime got his young, hard prick all the way inside me, and immediately started pounding me as hard as he could. You'd think someone who'd just taken a cock up his ass would have a little more sympathy and patience, but Jaime fucked like he was just trying to get to the finish line as fast as possible. He pounded me mercilessly for a few minutes, then just as I was starting to loosen up, he moaned, slammed all the way into me, and started shaking all over. "That's right kid, give him your teenage cum," Simon encouraged him. "You didn't even ask if you could bust your nut inside him, so fuckin' hot." Jaime rolled off me once he'd finished shooting all of his load inside me, then Simon got off me, too. "Did you like that?" Simon asked, but I knew he wasn't talking to me. "Haha yeah, a lot," Jaime said, out of breath, "that felt so good." "Good. So are you gonna keep lettin' me tap that ass?" Simon asked. Jaime thought for a second, then he said, "Okay, but do I get to keep fucking him too?" Before I could say anything, Simon answered, "You know it, anytime you want, just keep lettin' me get at that hot ass of yours. I'll text you his number." "Haha, deal," Jaime said, the stupid twerp. I looked up at Simon to protest this arrangement -- the neighbor kid fucking me so Simon could keep fucking him -- but Simon gave me a warning look, so I stayed quiet. Is this how it was going to be? Simon pimping me out to more and more guys because he knows I can't say no to him? I could never predict what he was going to do. Why did he like it so much when other guys fucked me? I didn't understand him at all. Simon sent Jaime back to his family, full of his cum, and once again cuddled up next to me in bed. At least this was one thing he did with me that he didn't do with Jaime. "You were fuckin' perfect, baby doll," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck again. "The way you got him to take my raw cock was incredible. And you heard how happy he was after you let him fuck you? I told you I needed you here, baby, I need you. We make a great team, don't we?" Simon was messing with my head big-time. He was getting me to do all these sinful things, and to take huge risks that I never would have taken just a few months ago. Part of me just wanted my simple old life back, back when it was just me and my boyfriend, before I'd even met Simon, but I think I was falling for Simon more and more, because instead of telling him all the things I was upset about, all I said was, "Mm-hm." And all I was thinking about was that he needed me, and that we were a team. And if all I had to do to make him happy was to let a few guys fuck me every once in a while, I guess I could do that….

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

Joining the Gang My family had just moved and I was forced to leave my friends behind, especially my girlfriend. We had been dating since before starting high school. She was really cute and everyone said that we made a great couple. I was 5’10” tall with a lean runners build weighing 145 pounds with blond hair and green eyes. She was 5’6”, with a tight gymnast body weighing about 100 pounds with red hair and eyes. We lost our virginity to each other when we were 15 after our freshman year. The sex was incredible and I never found the need to jerk off, that is, until we moved and I was separated from her by a couple thousand miles. We had just gotten settled and I put on my rollerblades and set out to explore this dinky little town we moved to. My parents told me that they had a skate park here and I set out to find it. After negotiating the small streets I found the skate park and noticed a group of guys skating and having fun. I figured it was time to meet some new friends. I started to skate around when a couple of the guys came over to talk to me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” This big guy said. I was guessing he was about 6’1” or 6’2”, no more than 150 pounds. Kind of like a stick if you ask me. “If you want to skate here you’re gona have to join our gang.” These delinquents are a gang? That was a surprise for such a dinky little town like this. I grew up in the big city and these guys didn’t seem like a gang to me. I felt I could handle myself and figures why not join them. “Sure I’ll join your gang.” The tall lanky guy seemed to be the leader and gave me an address and told me to meet them after sun down if I seriously had the balls to join them. I never backed down from anything in my life and these guys were no challenge. I skated home and just before dark I skated over to the address they gave me. It was a house at the end of the block. I skated up to the door and there was a sign that told me to go to the back door and go down the stair to the basement. I went around to the back door and kicked off my skates and headed down the stairs. The basement was dimly light and when I hit the bottom of the stairs I was grabbed and pushed to the floor. I felt ropes being placed around my wrists and ankles. I was dragged over to a wooden saw horse where my wrists and ankles were tied down. I then felt my shorts and t-shirt being cut away from my body leaving me in my boxers. I figured this was their little initiation to their gang. Then I saw the leader standing before me as he kicked his shorts off and shucked his shirt over his head. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a good look at his cock as it began to stiffen. I felt something cool on my as the gang leader began to tell me what was going on. “I knew who you were the second I saw you at the skate park. You’re the son of our new church minister. We figured you’d be a good addition to our gang. My dad is the county sheriff, we have the son’s of the high school principal, both son’s of the mayor and few others.” Then I felt a needle stick in my arm and a rush up my arm into my throat. I coughed out really hard, felt my heart beating really fast as a loud ringing began in my ears. I thought ‘WOW! What did they just give me?’ I began to feel so horny but I could tell my cock was soft. The gang leader continued, “Are you liking what we just gave you? I had a feeling you would. It’s a gang initiation ritual I started it when we started this gang. Three of us are the founders, myself and the two brothers who are the sons of the mayor. When we added the son of the county sheriff we had our way to get stuff.” I then began to feel my boxers cut away and something cold and wet on my ass. The leader moved behind me and I felt something hard begin to push against my hole. As I felt my ass stretch open another gang member stepped up in front of me and stuck his hard cock in my face. I started to say ‘I’m not gay’ when the cock slipped between my lips. “You liking my cock in your hole? the gang leader asked me. All I could do was moan around the cock in my mouth. The guy fucking me began to pound away at my hole as the guy fucking my mouth was working his cock into my throat. “Are you ready to join us, be one of us?” I did my best to say yes as I felt the cock in my ass swell up spasm. As he unloaded in my ass he bent down to whisper in my ear, “Take my dirty cum.” After he withdrew his cock it was replaced by another. Shortly after that the cock in my mouth began to get harder. The guy fucking my face told me “You better swallow everything I gives you.” I felt the first shot of cum as it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed all I could and a little bit dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. He held his cock in my mouth as it softened and I continued to suck on it. Then I felt a warm liquid to slowly fill my mouth and drank it down. The second cock in my ass pounded in deep and then he shot his load deep inside me as someone whispered in my ear, “There’s a second dirty load for you.” I got fucked by every gang member and took at least 2 loads from each. After they were done with me my ropes were cut and I was let go. As I stood up I felt like a new man and was still very horny. One of the guys got on his knees and began to suck my dick. It felt amazing but I was still not hard. They had me sit down and relax as this guy kept his mouth working on my soft dick. His work began to pay off as my dick began to get hard. Soon I was rock hard and the guy sucking me turned around and pushed his ass against my hard cock. I slid right in and began to fuck away at his ass. In all the times I had sex with my girlfriend it never felt this good. I grabbed him by the waist and began to fuck him like I fucked my girlfriend, but this was much better. I never felt a pussy as tight as this guy’s ass. It took me a long time to cum and soon I felt that tingle in my balls I hadn’t felt since I fucked my girlfriend last. My orgasm was so strong when I shot I thought my cum would blast out this guys mouth. After I finished up everyone welcomed me into the gang. They said all that was left for me was to get a gang tattoo of a biohazard symbol on my right arm. They had me sit down as one of the gang members was the son of the guy who owned the tattoo parlor in town.

I answered his ad, even though I was in Australia and he was in USA. I told him I was prepared to be his as a 24/7 live-in pnp bottom servant/partner. He responded asking for pics and likes, dislikes etc, and agreed to relocate me to be his. When I arrived at LAX he was there waiting for me, we greeted each other and went to his car. He told me he had something for me, and put a band around my arm. He produced a loaded rig and said I'll give you this and then you can suck me all the way home... I said great, and in went the rig, drawn back he got a nice red flash and then depressed the plunger, removed the rig and placed a cotton pad on the site. WHAM! It hit me and I was down in his clean crotch straight away, slurping and sucking his hardening cock. The journey to his place took around two hours, and the whole way I was sucking and slurping on his beautiful thick hard 9" cut cock, and licking his smooth shaven balls. When we got to his place, he grabbed my bags and said to follow him. The property was a small acreage and private, and he led me into a garage. In one corner was a bathroom, and in the centre of the room was a sling, a couple of small tables complete with various large to huge toys laid out on them. He told me to go to the bathroom and have a good shower after the 16 hour flight, and have a good wash out...he said he'd go inside the house and get some things. I followed instructions and had a leisurely hot shower, and several washouts with the built in douche nozzle. I could hear he was back, and towelled dry and went into the room. He was naked and hard, and told me to climb up into the sling and lay back, place my legs in the leather stirrups. He then fastened my ankles in place and then tied my wrists as well. One wrist was tied to a length of chain which allowed me to just reach my nose, as he showed me, and placed a bottle of poppers in that hand. He then tied off my other arm, and inserted a rig and pulled it back, filling the entire rig with my blood mixing with the Tina. He then said you ready to be owned, pig? Your hole is mine...I of course said Yes Sir! and he depressed the plunger, removed the rig and stuck a small plaster on the site. Within 3 seconds I was coughing, and he came up between my legs and as the rush took hole of my body, pure pleasure in every pore, he pushed his rock hard cock all the way in...it wasn't painful but just the opposite...in about another 3 seconds cum was flowing out of my soft little cock as he started pounding my fuck hole. After a couple of minutes on each of his withdraws I clamped my hole down tight around his cock...loosened as he went in, clamped as he went out...it drove him crazy and he was howling oh fuck, oh fuck as my hole massaged his thick hard cock. In no time at all he came, then pulled out and put a band around his arm and slammed himself. he then grabbed a big toy and told me to hit the poppers. I did so, and as the popper rush kicked in he started fucking me with the big toy...close to the thickness of a coke can and about 10" long.... To be continued if there is interest....

Repost from Bareback Bible The hottest was with six men on one. I led my buddies in a sudden bathhouse dog-pile on a frisky but negative little college wrestler who stumbled into our poz orgy. He enthusiastically fucked a couple of us raw but then got real bareback shy when the subject of him getting boned came up. When we realized he was neg, we fell on him like wolves on a lamb. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. And we got him so that he asked for it first. Six single-minded poz men sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into total submission and agreement. And then we injected him with six poz loads, one by one. We were originally inspired by that hot gang scene in that one Xtreme Sex story where a bunch of poz and neg men got together for a weekend of raw and status-blind copulating. Three of us gift-givers recruited several horny young colts from the dance floor of this one tribal club, telling them to meet us at the baths at 2am. We spent about an hour chatting up and identifying hot men who hadn't taken it bareback yet but who were ready for some hot skin-to-skin action. Few asked about status, and those who did were openly told that there would definitely be poz men who would be looking to inject them with a hot load. We had done this twice before and had gotten roughly a 2-to-1 mix of gift-givers to willing receptacles --and not one neg escaped poz injection. Things didn't work out as well this time, though, and we wound up with 6 guys who were all poz. This little stud just happened to be at the baths that night and got drawn into our raging group fuck, totally clueless that it was bareback. We assumed he was poz because he had a cross-tattooed on his bicep, which we mistakenly thought was a plus sign. In any event, he was our seventh man, which allowed for some pretty steamy sandwiches and daisy chains. He originally expressed surprise when he realized that no condoms were allowed, but his impressive boner made his decision for him, and he dived right in. He would be filled with six nuclear loads before the sun came up. After the first couple of rounds of random mating, we all stopped and lounged around and got some drinks and just talked. As we were getting ready for more fucking, we went around and did an inventory of who had done what to who, and it came out that he was a very skillful fucker, but he had gotten really skittish whenever anyone had tried to mount him. Being the experienced virgin deflowerer that I am, I zeroed right in on target and said Maybe He's Never Taken It bareback. Six poz men immediately understood this to mean Maybe He's Neg, and all six looked right at him with unconcealed hope and lust. He got kind of flustered when he saw that six cocks were springing back to life with his ass in mind. He turned real red and involuntarily sprang a massive boner himself. It was cute as hell. Within seconds we had surrounded him and teased him and tousled him and started drawing him in. Six sets of lips, six tongues, sixty fingers - --he was overwhelmed and confused and happy by so much lust concentrated on him. He had no chance. The room would become an impregnation chamber. At one point we were kneeling on either side of him and were holding him up lying cradled in our arms. Two men were licking his beautiful tits, one was holding his head and kissing him, and the other two French kissed each other on either side of him with his nice big cock between their mouths. I had his hips hoisted up to my face with his muscular thighs slung over my shoulders, and I was alternately rimming his musky ass and finger-fucking him. As he started moaning and writhing more and more, we began coaxing him into giving us permission to inject him. Mmmm, Do You Like That? Doesn't That Feel Good? Oh Yeah, You Are One Hot Sexual Animal. You Like That Finger Up There? Wouldn't You Like A Nice Stiff Dick Up There Instead? We continued to lick and suck him, quickly anesthetizing his resistance. He eventually couldn't take it any more, and he blurted out Yes! Six men held our breaths, our hearts pounding in our chests. Yes What? I asked. Oh Man, I Need Major Cock Up The Ass, NOW! he gasped. We had our license to impregnate. I had him first. It was intoxicating. A couple of my buddies cradled him from behind, and the others continued kissing him and nuzzling and licking his nipples and armpits as I hooked his legs around my waist and rode him with a long slow deep thrust. I kickbox, and I have a very powerful ass and legs, and my thrusts are very forceful when I'm riding a man. Our coupling was athletic and easy and right. I was so hot for him that I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye and said I'm Cumming. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he took my seed. My hips and ass did that jiggling little orgasm dance as I filled this hot little stallion with his first raw load ever. I took my turn kissing him as my buddies filled him with more poz cum. When we'd all had him, I buried my tongue in his nuts and made him bellow as I coaxed his own cum up out of him. I swallowed his cock and blew him as he erupted. His cum was the most delicious and satisfying thing I have ever tasted.

I have a thing for gingers, it's called my butt. So working from home I'm mostly surfing porn all day getting myself all worked up. Today decided to post an ad on Craigslist "need cock and cum m4mm", didn't care if it was down my throat or up my ass or who was attached to the dick just needed loads in me. I had done this before and usually get a lot of flakes but today got a response from a guy who included a face pic. Cute ginger in a work truck, fucking jackpot. Gave him the address and he came over a little while later in his truck. Cute ginger, 5'10" thin blue collar type. Got his shorts down and there was his cock in those hot ginger pubes. Started sucking him my eyes glued to his bush and before long he grew to about 6.5 inches. Kept sucking his cock and getting the scent from his balls in me until I couldn't take it anymore. Went down on his balls and taint and made his legs shake. Got all his scent in my beard and went back to his cock. Didn't take long after that for him to shoot a huge load in my mouth. He was quiet the whole time so wasn't sure he was shooting at first but could taste that sweet seed on my tongue and sucked it all out and swallowed every drop. Gave him my number and told him any time he's in the area and needs to cum let me know.

This happenned yesterday night. I am a bottom twink in his twenties who only play safe. I got bareback only once until yesterday. Yesterday evenning, I was horny, and on Grindr. A guy messaged me. He was something like 50 years old, not very beautiful. Guys like my body generally, so it is easy for me to sleep with handsome guy. But yesterday night I was horny, this guy had a nice big dick, and I also like older guys. So I gave him my adress, told him to come to me place. I showered and douched. He came to my place, we did not talk, we immediately went on the bed and started to make out. We took off of our clothes. He was way less beautiful than guys I generally hook up with. After kissing a while, a put me on me on all four. He did not said a word since he came, me neither. He started playing withe my asschecks with his dick. I understood that he wanted my hole and that it would be pretty direct. So as he was getting closer and closer to penetrate me, I took some lub, a condom and some poppers that I put under my pillow before the guy came over. I gave him the lub and the condom and kept the poppers. He lubed me-a bit-, then I turned arround and saw him open the condom plastic and take the condom, I stopped watching at him, in order to inhale some poppers knowing he would penetrate me very soon. He penetrated me, being very gentle at first, then once I got open, he went crazy in my ass. I was amazed that this fuck was actually one of the best of my life. I could not stop screaming of pain and pleasure. At some point, under a hit of pleasure, I pressed my right hand ans his right hand. And then I felt it. He had an object made of latex in his hand. I understood then that he never put the condom, that he was taking me raw, and that was why the fuck was so good. I was too horny to stop him and make him put a condom but I was not horny enough not to care and not to let my stress of STDs ruin the fuck. So I decide to just take a very deep hit of poppers and then hold me beathe as long as I could. The poppers made me so horny, that all I could think of was how good a ra dick felt and that I hoped he woulde cum in my ass. I enjoyed the rest of the fuck a lot. He did cum inside my ass, then he just put on his clothes and left. I never heard hi voice. He left me on the bed, with his cum dripping out of my ass. I was just happy

Great cumdump if anyone is in the Ft. Lauderdale/Miami area!

I didn't spend any time in the spa, should have thought of that. Our cruise director was obviously gay, and kept flirting with me, but he was always so surrounded by old women trying to get pictures with the pretty young man that I was never able to lure him anywhere. One of the guys who fucked me was pretty bro-tastic, and had to slip away from two straight friends to fuck me one afternoon. I like to think he is straight. He came fast, maybe not used to how much tighter an ass is than a pussy.

It is simple, when a guy say's that he is into "Anything" or worse "Every thing" have NO IDEA what all is out there. There are Married guys that think Kissing another guy is Kinky. Guys can have more than ONE profile on One site. My profiles are basically the same but give different information. I am MOST direct on BREEDING ZONE & BBRT. All information given is our best version of our fantasies but not Exactly as we truely are in person. Bottom line: Define Exactly what you want. You might piss off 20 guys, but you will have a Great time with 1-2 that share your interests.

SO hows it going?

So you guys really enjoyed hearing my tales, so thought I would post a few more times I played with my friends. ~Ken and Jay Meet~ So a few weeks later, I hit up Ken about playing some. I managed to snag some funds, so was also wanting to buy some stuff as well. Ken invited me over to his place. We chit chatted for a while, passing the pipe a bit. He was trying to secure some other people to play with, since we’re pretty much bottoms. I hadn’t had much time to clean up at my house, so used his bathroom to do so. While I was showering, my friend Jay hit me up on a few sites. He was in the area. I showed Ken his profiles, explained the hot times I have had with Jay, and that he was a pretty decent guy. So we threw him the address. He arrived a few minutes later. We talked a bit, and then he went to shower, while Ken worked on getting a friend of his to come over. He was also trying to find someone to buy supplies from but none of his connections had any. Ken’s friend showed up after that. I think his name was Paul. He was late 30s, white guy, married but parTied with guys on the side. Was vers top for the most part. Had a decent sized cock. He brought his own supplies to share as well. So we all stripped down, threw on some bareback porn, and started to get things started. We all hit the pipe with what supplies we had, along with some totes of weed. We all started getting pretty horned up. Jay was sitting in a nearby chair, so I walked over to him, hit my poppers and started to suck his nice black cock. Ken and Paul started to make out and do the same on the couch. After a few minutes, I asked Jay to fuck me. He got up from the chair and I leaned across it, with my ass sticking in the air. Jay put on a cock ring and got behind me. He started to lube himself and my ass up, fingering me a bit. I hit my poppers as he entered me. It felt amazing. We fucked for a good 15 minutes in that position, before he had me sit on the chair and fuck me on my back. Paul was fucking Ken on the couch, and it was pretty hot watching Ken get fucked. After a bit, I suggested to Ken that we get out his mattress he had setup before. So we stopped to do that, rehydrate ourselves. Ken reupped the pipes, so did a few more hits. I was flying pretty high and was nice and horny. Paul was laying on his back on the mattress, so I crawled between his legs and started to suck his cock. It still tasted of Ken, which was kinda hot in my mind. He was a little bit smaller than Jay, but was still a cock in my mind. As I’m doing this, Jay gets behind me and starts to fuck me. So I’m getting doubled team, which is just amazing. Ken’s behind Jay playing with his ass, kissing his neck, and tweaking his nipples, all while talking pretty dirty and encouraging him to fuck me. This goes on for a bit, but after a while my knees are getting chafed from the mattress and hurting from the position. Plus I’ve gotten Paul a bit hard, so I want to feel him in me. I ask if Paul can fuck me, and let Ken have a go at the nice black cock we have (I know Ken loves black cock like I do). Jay pulls out, and I roll over onto my back. Paul puts a pillow under me, and then puts my legs on his shoulders, enters and just starts pounding on me. Meanwhile, Ken is on his knees sucking Jay’s cock, tasting me on Jay. He then goes to the chair, bends over, and lets Jay starting fucking him. We trade the poppers back and forth, and its just a sexy fun scene of two bottoms getting worked over. We probably fuck for another half hour or more, with me rolling on my side and then back to doggy for Paul. Ken’s taking Jay’s cock like a champ in various positions as well. We even manage to end up next to each other, with him on his back, me in doggy, and we make out a bit. We all eventually get a bit tired, so we take a break. I sit on the couch, just stroking my cock, watching porn, while Ken and Jay lay on the mattress getting to know one another. Paul sits in the chair just watching me and the porn. I hit the pipe a bit more, just because I love to fly. Paul comes over, does a hit, and we shotgun it. He then asks if I could fuck him. I tell him I’ll try but doubtful, as I get t-dick bad. He tries riding me, but I just can’t get hard and he’s got a nice bubble butt that just won’t let my little 2” softness get through to his hole. I apologize to him, and he seems okay with that. We join Jay and Ken back on the mattress. I get behind Jay and start to kiss and lick at his neck, tweeting his nipples. I rub my hands across his sides, before reaching for his cock. I start to stroke it some, trying to get him hard. Ken has gotten up to retrieve the pipe, so everyone gets a few more hits on them. As Jay is doing his, I hit my poppers, get a nice wave going, and go down on his cock. Man I love sucking his cock. I slightly hear some mumbling from the other 3, and then I get a head tap from Jay. He’s motioning for me to get on my hands and knees. Ken slides under me, his cock in my face, slightly hard. Jay has me stand up a bit, as he puts a pillow under Ken. He lubes up Ken and then enters in, right in my face, as I go to suck on Ken. Ken starts sucking my cock, as I feel Paul enter me. Jay does a hit of the poppers, then gives me a few hits, then passes them to the other two. So we get into this odd 4-way fucking/sucking. It was really hot to be honest. To have my cock sucked while I’m sucking cock, watching a guy get fucked, while I’m being fucked. It’s almost surreal in reality. The guys fuck us for a good bit, then Ken and I switch position, with me on the bottom, Ken above me, with Paul fucking Ken, and Jay fucking me. Again, just unreal. About an hour later, we stop. Its getting close to dawn. Paul has to run. So he gets dressed and leaves out. Jay takes a shower, and Ken and I just chit chat. He’s got a couple of messages from Harley, with Harley being able to get some more supplies from him. Jay finishes his shower, and starts to get ready to leave. We all chit chat a bit more, with Jay offering some cash to Ken for the supplies and such. They also exchange info, cause Ken really wants to do more with Jay, especially between what I told him and what had happened. Jay leaves, and I go to take my shower, clean out. Ken’s on the phone with Harley discussing what to buy. I ask Ken to talk to Harley about what I could get with what I had. Harley tells him that he’s got a guy over that is looking to buy some, and between us, we can actually get a bit more if we go into together instead of separate buys. As long as I’m willing to come out there. I think about it. I’m a bit horny, and well I never turn down good cock. So I agree to come out there. Ken can’t, not having a car at the moment, but he locks in a buy from Harley to pick up in a few days. I guess they have their own arrangement with things, a good level of trust. So I get dressed, chit chat a bit more with Ken, before heading out. I make it over to Harley’s in no time.

I had an excellent time at the last Cumunion on Saturday in San Francisco. Got fucked by about 13 guys. Interesting how certain nights have a pattern to them. That Saturday I was the bottom that was going to get pounded. Majority of tops that were in my hole pounded me like this was the last fuck they were ever going to get. Not that I minded; I can take a good pounding especially when I've been lubed with cum. Several of the black guys used me like a whore in a porn movie, grabbing onto my shoulders and just slamming into me as I was bent over. By the time I left Cumunion, my hole was stretched and well used. The next morning my hole was sore. As I was expelling all of the cum dumped in me, I noticed that the bath room tissue was tinged with pink. I haven't been that bloody and sore in a while. After leaving Comunion, I trolled a park in Oakland looking to score some after hours drunk black dick. Sometimes the park can be hit or mess but that night I was quickly successful. I checked out a black guy wearing a hoodie and who proceeded to walk over to the side of the building near the Redwood freeway where I know the action happens. I followed him, and sure enough he pulled out his nice eight inch dick and, without missing a beat, I sucked him, getting his cock hard. As I was doing so, I pulled-down my sweats to make my ass available so he would know I wanted to get fucked. Right on cue, as he got hard, he reached down and fondled my ass and hole. I could see the surprise and excitement on his face when he discovered that my hole was dripping wet and pre-lubed with all the cum from Cumunion. Without a word he withdrew from my mouth, stepped behind me and shoved his black eight inches into my juicy hoke, shoving me against the wall and repeatedly slamming into my ass. He rough-fucked me for about ten minutes until he came. As he pulled out his cum started running down my leg. Still wanting more, I cruised the park for a bit more. I watched this short heavyset black guy with glasses fuck a Latino bottom. I pulled down my sweatpants showing my ass while stroking my dick and edged closer to the action. The heavyset black guy kept on looking at me while fucking and then started feeling my ass up. The Latino Guy looked like he couldn't handle dick, so I wasn't surprised when he ended up stopping the fucking, pulled-up his pants and left. I moved right into his place and assumed the position. The black guy wasted no time entering my hole. Although I never actually saw his cock, I could feel it was of an average size, but man, he was into pounding! He slammed my hole repeatedly, occasionally asking "Does your white hole want my black dick?" Of course I said yes and he continued talking about white ass and black dick till he came. Unfortunately he was using a condom so I didn't get the load in me. After that I took my sore ass home.

“Come over.” He gave me his address and how to get to his apartment. It didn’t take me but about 15 minutes to get to his place. I followed his instructions and made it to his place. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, overlooking most of downtown Atlanta. He greeted me in a towel, and walked me back to his bedroom. “You’re just as handsome as Ken said you were.” Harley told me, as we walked in. “Same to you.” I replied, as I checked out his room. He had a sling setup near his bed, along with a big screen TV. “Nice sling. Been awhile since I played in one.” “Yeah, I just got it a week ago, from a friend who no longer wanted it. I finally set it up last night, played with a friend.” He told me. “Do you need to clean up or anything?” I shrugged. “Eh, I can do it just to make sure. I took a shower and cleaned out before I left Ken’s, but you know how it goes.” He showed me his restroom and gave me a small cleanout kit, unlike the shower ones I’m used to. I quickly took a shower, did a touch up on cleaning out, which came out clean. I came back into the room, now fully naked. My cock was still small due to the tina before, but not that it matter. Harley smiled at me, made a hand signal to turn around. I followed suit, give him a nice view of my ass. “Nice bubble butt.” “That’s what I’m told.” I laughed a bit, as I sat down next to him. He still had his towel on. Harley then pulled out a small bottle. “G?” “Sure. Love me some G, makes me really horny and slutty.” I replied. He poured some in a cap and handed it to me. I downed it quickly, while he handed me some gatorade to wash it down. He did a cap himself. Next he handed me his water bong, along with a torch lighter. “Already loaded, hit as much as you want.” I lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals. Once I saw the billowy smoke, I exhaled my lungs, before slowly taking a hit. I took a pretty big hit, which got Harley to smile. He leaned it for me to shotgun him. We made out a bit with it. I purred a bit. I did a couple more big hits, and handed it to Harley. He did a few himself, shotgunning the last one. He then put the bong down, and grabbed a smaller pipe. “You fine with weed? Pretty good stuff.” I nodded. “Its been a while, but I know how good all this goes together.” He handed it to me with a lighter. I lit it, took a decent hit, coughed a little. “Oh yeah, good.” He did a hit as well. He handed it back to me, so I did another hit. I held it in, and then shotgunned it to him. He took the pipe and lighter, as I laid back on his bed. “Yeah, Ken was right to suggest you coming over here. You’re cute, looks like a great butt, and you definitely can party.” Harley told me. I reached across his towel covered crotch, seeing it already tenting. “He tells me you’re pretty hung. I love big cocks.” The drugs were starting to get to me, as my horniess was ramping up. Harley smiled, as he undid the towel. His cock was fully hard, a good 8-9” and very thick, almost soda can thick. It was red and angry and all my mind and body wanted to do was please him. I started to stroke this huge monster of a cock, before moving between his legs as he rearranged himself on the bed. I started to lick from the bottom up and take it in my mouth. It was huge and more than I was used to taking, but I tried. He enjoyed it for a bit, but then said that my facial hair was a bit scratchy, plus with his previous adventures of the night, was a bit raw. He told me that there was a razor in the bathroom and to shave real fast, which I did. I went back to sucking on his cock, and he enjoyed it. I couldn’t deep throat at all, it was so thick. “Let’s make out. I want to make out with a handsome guy like you.” Harley told me, pulling me up. We started to really go out it, just two men, bodies together. I tweaked his nipples a bit, while he rubbed me all over, mostly paying attention to my ass. He then motioned for me to roll over on my side, as he held and caressed me. He dried humped me a bit, his huge cock just rubbing in between my cheeks and really turning me on. “Oh I need that cock in me.” I growled. He released me, and went to grab his lube. I gathered my poppers that I had set out earlier on the bed. I laid on my side, as he started to lube me up. His fingers teased my hole a bit, as he lubed between my cheeks. I hit my poppers a few times, as he started to finger me. I was moaning like a bitch in heat at this. He pushed a bit more lube in, then reached back towards his table for another bottle. I still laid, facing away, riding a wave of popper bliss, along with the G. I felt more lube being applied, and his fingers probing me. I also felt a slightly familiar burning feeling, as he gave me a small booty bump. As he slid on the bed next to me, resuming the position behind me, he turned my head to make out again. I felt his cock towards my asshole, and the ache was starting to get to me. “You really want me to be a slutty bottom huh?” I mumbled out, as I took 3 deep hits of the poppers. I felt him press in, as the wave hit. There was a slight pain, just cause of his thickness. “Give it to me. I want that cock in me.” He kissed me more, as he slid in further. I winced a bit, but relaxed, letting him fully penetrate me. God it felt fantastic. He paused as he fully entered, giving me time to enjoy and get used to it. He started to slowly fuck me, his tongue still kissing me. He started to really fuck me, his thrust just making me moan, hitting some spots I didn’t know I needed to be hit. He caressed my neck, kissing and licking spots that drove me into moaning fits. All I could get out was “fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuucccckkk meeeee.” Which really just made him fuck me harder. Harley then pushed my shoulders down, as he rolled me onto my hands and knees. He grabbed a nearby pillow to put under me. He then angled my body so my ass was sticking way up in the air, my head off his bed. I could still hit my poppers, which I did as he continued to plow my ass with his huge monster awesome cock. I braced myself as best as I could under his assault. I was just enjoying the hell out of it. He grabbed my hips hard and just rammed the hell out of my ass. He even slapped my ass a few times, making me just moan out. This went on for a good 20 minutes, no lie. I was literally watching the clock as he pounded me. I eventually had to ask him to stop, not because it was hurting, but because my knees were killing me from my previous encounters. So he pulled out, which made me a bit self-conscious enough to ask if everything was okay back there. He told me yeah, nothing but lube. So I laid back on his bed, resting on the frame. He sat down next to me, and just smiled. “So, Keith, worth it to come by?” I nodded, as he handed me my water bottle. “Oh yeah, definitely. Ken...man he wasn’t kidding, and didn’t do you justice.” “Yeah he’s a good guy, fun to fuck. I just didn’t want to leave, plus had this sweet ass twink over for a few hours. Though after he showed me pictures of you, I dunno, around 1 or so, I knew I needed to fuck you.” He told me, swigging his own water. “Thanks. I mean, I had a good time with him, but the guy who invited me over didn’t stay or even have much fun with me. And his other guest, well he’s not even half of you, honestly. So yeah, I’m glad I came over.” He smiled at me, as we chit chatted a bit more. He put on some porn, and pulled out a penis pump. He started to use it on himself, as I just watched the porn a bit more. It had been a couple of hours since we started, so we were both coming down a bit. But I could tell we were both still pretty horny. He saw me watching him pump up, and he knew I probably wanted more dick, especially with me just staring, almost drooling at the bareback porn being played. He handed me the bong and torch. I did a few heavy hits, and then passed it to him. He followed suit, before putting it back down. He handed me another cap of G, just half this time. I downed it, followed by the chaser. He then handed me his pipe and lighter. I did a pretty heavy hit, held it before I had to cough. I handed it back to him to hold, while I coughed a bit more and drank water. He did a hit himself, before handing it back. “One last hit.” I did as I was told, taking another big hit. I started to get really horny again, as I laid there just fingering myself, as he pumped his cock. I could feel the new wave of fun hitting me, and I was aching to feel his cock in me again. He took off his pump and stroked his big cock, his eyes full of lust. He pulled me into kiss him, as my hand went to help stroke him. He moaned a bit as I stroked him, and he stopped kissing me. “Let’s get you in the sling.” We got off the bed, with him having to help me since my legs were almost jelly at this point. I had my bottle of poppers in hand, cause I knew I would need them. I hopped into the seat, and he adjusted the straps, as I put my legs in the holders. He had me scoot down a bit, and teased his cock against my hole. He smiled a bit as I moaned, just watching him. He walked over to grab the lube, first his cock, and then me again. He once again brushed that thick stick against my aching hole. I understood, so I did a couple of long heavy hits, holding the last one. He started to push in, as the wave rode through. He stopped a bit in, letting me get used to it again. He even noted I was still a bit tight. So I did 3 more heavy hits and leaned back, relaxing. Plus the G was finally kicking in more, so I really let go. He finally slid all the way in. He leaned down towards me, staring me straight in the eyes. “This cock is to the hilt. I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now.” I moaned as he slid back a bit more, and true to his word, he started to thrust harder and harder. His pace was slow at first, really working me as I just moaned in ecstasy. He then grabbed my hips and really started to go at it. The sling was rattling a lot, and I just laid there, just letting this beautiful sexy monster cock man fuck me senseless. He fucked me a good while, and even had me rest my feet on his shoulders and fuck myself against his cock, which was a lot harder than it sounds. My feet were put back in the straps and he told me to hang on to the sides hard. I told him let me hit the poppers then he can pound me like the silly slut I am. So I did 3 big hits, dropped the bottle on my chest, and held onto the sides of the sling. He grabbed my hips, pulled me a bit further down, and then went full throttle pounding. He was hitting all sorts of spots and I was just moaning and groaning. He kept it up, faster and faster, until he finally came. I felt the warmth of his cum hitting my walls, and I almost came myself. It had been a while since someone properly bred me. He kept fucking me, with hard thrusts, as he grumbled and growled, shaking a bit. He finally pulled out, a little bit of cum spilling out. I apologized to him, as he gathered a towel to clean himself up and myself. He then helped me out of the sling. My legs barely wanted to work, but man, was it worth it. He put down more towels on the bed, and let me sit, while he went to the bathroom. After a bit, he came in, and told me it was all mine. So I went, flushed a bit out of me, and pissed a bit. I then opened the door to ask him if I could take a quick shower, clean up a bit. He told me it was fine, he was gonna make some pizza pockets for us. So I showered, cleaned out a bit more. He had pumped a lot of cum in me, more than I had ever seen. I was in total shock and impressed at the same time. I even scooped some up to taste, which ended up not being exactly what I had thought it would be. I got out, put on my boxers, and slipped a small hand towel I carried with me, just to make sure I didn’t leak badly for anything I missed, plus I know once I start coming down and pissing, my cock doesn’t always stop wanting to go. So we ate a bit, and then just sat on the bed. We chit chatted a bit, before we both ended up nodding off a bit. I knew I was tired, having been up for almost 36+ hours. I knew I needed to come down a bit more before I headed home. He was fine with that, so we napped for a couple of hours. I gathered all my stuff, and headed home. I was atleast coherent enough to make it back to my house, which was a lot further than Ken’s. Once I got inside, I rushed past my roommates and headed to my room. One of them came to check on me, and I just explained that I had stayed up a bit too much last night, got a few naps here and there, but with all the fucking that went on, I needed another nap. They closed the door, as I got undressed. I ended up back in my own shower, doing another clean out. I got out, dried off, and went to lay in bed. I texted both Harley and Ken. I let Harley know I was home safe, and to thank him for a wonderful time. And then let Ken know that it had been fun to meet him, thank him for introducing me to Harley, and to let him know I was finally home. I got responses from them while I was asleep. Harley was glad and said just text him to arrange another time, that he had a great time. And Ken let me know he had fun and not to be a stranger. I ended up sleeping through the rest of the afternoon, into the night. I got up, had some dinner that was left out for me, talked to my roommates a bit, and then went back to bed. I laid there, still a bit horny. So I pulled out my poppers, my lube, and started to wank off, remembering all that had happened the past day or so. I finally came after about an hour of stroking. It was a well deserved cum. I cleaned up, rolled back into bed, turned off the lights, and drifted off to sleep.

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

PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! Stay tuned for part 4. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Right after my 22 birthday tested Poz.

Poppers rock!!! Love the way they make me want to take on every cock around. I get so slutty and greedy. My hole twitches and begs to be loaded with as much cum as possible. Poppers sex is the best feeling in the world. When I am high on poppers I am in love with every guy that gifts me with their seed. Makes me wonder about other sex drugs. I have only done poppers but would like to try pnp.

So, this is the first stories I have posted, so bear with me with the grammar and whatnot. The next time me and the college kid hooked up was a few months after the first time that I had sucked and fucked him. Like I said, he was bi and he was in the closet, so the hook up was random. I had gotten a text from him one day, he was doing laundry in the basement of his apartment building, I was driving by on my bike so I stopped to say hi. I found him in the basement, doing the wash. He was as cute as before, all of his 5'7" and the 130 pounds and blond hair. He was wearing shorts and no shirt this time. We started kissing and I grabbed for his dick... like I said, he was in the closet and flipped about me grabbing his cock. But had not problem kissing me in the room...str8/biguys. He informed me that he didn't have time to play right then, but later that night he could. About 10:30, I got a text from him, that he was free to play, the roommate was gone for the night. Thankfully, he only lived about 3 blocks from me. I walked to his place in a few mins and he met me at the door. Once inside, we moved straight to the bedroom, like I said he was a cute guy, bad taste in underwear. Hanes boxer briefs, not much fun in those things, but I have my own imagination. It seem that he had plans for the night, so I let him take charge of things. He pushed me on to the bed, straddling my chest so his crotch was at my face. He pulled down the front of his shorts and ugly underwear and place the tip of his cock to my mouth. I was not being too submissive to his control and he didn't like it. He started to force it into my mouth and I wanted to see how far he would go. He grabbed the back of my head and lifted it up to meet his cock and keep pressing it in. I finally let his cock into my mouth,it tasted as good as it did the first time. He fucked my mouth, for about ten mins, then telling me to turn over. I'm not much of a bottom, at this point I had only bottom 3 times. But I'm a sucker for a twink that is hung. Plus, the great thing about his cock is that it's about 80% hard till he cums. So it was easier to take then if he was hard. Now, I had used spit and rimmed him before I fucked him a few months ago, there was no way spit would work for this fucking. I was lucky that he had lube, which he said was for his gf pussy when they fucked. He is not a small boy, when it comes to the cock department, he was and still is one of the thicker ones I have taken. With the lube in hand, he started to finger me. I hate fingers, if something is going to go into me, I want something thick. It may have to do with the first two cocks I had taken, they were both good size in girth. So, I informed him to lube up and eat my ass a little. I can be a dominant bottom, I know what I like. He was ok at eating an ass, nothing special but it worked. After about ten mins of munching on my hole, I was more then ready to take a cock and his was more then I needed to itch the need I had. He put the head at my hole and I was more then ready to take it or I thought I was. As he started to push into me, I had second thoughts about being a bottom. I had not taken anything that size before and I was feeling like it was the second coming. I could not believe that it was hurting as bad as it was but on the other hand it was feeling good, knowing that I was taking it. He slowly worked his cock into me, inch by inch it was sliding into me. I would had thought that it would had hurt more then it did, but it was starting to feel good. He slowly worked it in a little and out some and then back in a little more and out some more. He keep telling me how tight I was and that it felt so good, that he would not last long. By the time I was loose to take a hard pounding from him, he was ready to drop his load. He doesn't last long as a top, but with the size of it, you don't want him to last forever. He was starting to get a go pace going, when I felt him get bigger inside of me. Like I said, he is only about 80% hard till he cums. As the pace picked up and he was says that he was getting ready to nut, I could feel him getting thicker inside of me. It was a whole new experience in life, I have ever felt someone get bigger in me like that. It was not just getting a little bigger, he added so much more girth inside me that I knew he was getting ready to cum. It was mind blowing at the size he was getting to inside me. As he pushed all the way in, he held onto me hips and unloaded. It was a great fuck, even if it didn't last long. The only problem was I was still hard and had not blown my load. He stared to pull out and I asked if he could get hard again. He stopped and asked if I wanted a second round, I informed him that I wanted a third if he could.

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’

PART SEVEN I couldn't wait for the taxi to arrive. As much I loved being with Sam, I couldn't wait to have another guy's cock inside me. "Cool, the cab's about 5 minutes away" Sam said. "You'd better get some clothes on" "Why?" I begged. "I'm fine to go like this" "Not in public you're not," Sam laughed. "Put your damn clothes on" I let out a giggle of delight as the cab's horn tooted just as I put my pants on. Sam hurriedly put some things into a backpack as I dashed out to the cab. As we went outside the sun was almost up, Sam must've been fucking me for hours! The cabbie was a fat 50 year old guy, but most importantly, he was a guy. I told him my address and then whispered in his ear, "We're having a party at my place, wanna come?" and gave his earlobe a little nibble. He looked at me with disgust. "No matter, you've probably got a small cock anyway" I replied and relaxed in the seat as we got to my place. I swung the door open and dashed inside, tearing my clothes off as I dashed to the bedroom to get it ready for our session, throwing the dirty clothes off the bed as I did. I made my way back to the kitchen and Sam had a couple of glasses of water. He handed me a glass with a smile, "Here have a drink. We've been going for a while" I downed it one gulp but it tasted so terrible! "Urgh, don't you have any. The pipes must be playing up." Sam put his glass on the table just as there was a knock at the door. "That must be him!" I clapped my hands & dashed to the door. The MC came in and I could tell he was horny. "I didn't catch your name" I purred as I rubbed his cock through his jeans. He told me his name (I think it was John) but I didn't care, I was more intrigued my the extra lump that he seemed to have in his pants. I undid the fly and belt of his jeans and pulled them & his briefs to the floor. As I knelt down in front of John I saw that he had a cock piercing! I'd heard about them but had never seen one up close. I had to take it in my mouth. Mmm, I loved the taste of the metal in my mouth as I swirled the cock head with my tongue. "Been having a good night?" John asked. "Best night of my life" I replied with a smile. "But I thought the two of you just wanted to be one on one tonight?" "Things change" Sam said as he moved over towards John. Even though my head was swimming I couldn't help but feel jealous as I looked up to see John & Sam making out. They looked so natural though, I couldn't wait to please both of them at once. As soon as I got John's cock hard enough, I needed that PA inside me. I knew that desire deep in my hole would be helped by his cock and that big PA in my ass. I turned round and presented my aching hole to him. "Please fuck me stud!" I begged. "Are you sure?" he asked as he knelt down behind me. "I'm positive" "So am I" I could hear the smile in his voice, he was that excited to fuck me. I bet he didn't know I'd even been with a man before tonight! I could feel every inch of his cock entering me, and, even better, his piercing scraping the inside of my pussy as his cock filled me. Sam pulled his cock out and started jerking off. "Don't waste it for me babe", I pleaded. "Bring that cock over here" I saw Sam's beautiful cock in front of me & started to suck his cock again. Though John's cock was nice & thick and had a PA, it wasn't as big as Sam's. It felt so beautiful having a great big cock in my mouth and a pierced one in my ass. As these guys double-teamed me, I couldn't help but think back to my college days. There were so many sorority girls that me & the other guys had in the same position, fucking their pussies and their mouths. Those frigid bitches wouldn't let anyone near their asses though, and we called them sluts! Those amateurs couldn't hold a candle to a true slut like me. I'd show them how to treat a couple of college boys properly, fuck that, I'd show them how to treat a whole fraternity properly! All that thinking about sexy college guys must've had me really working my ass muscles as I could feel John's cock tensing inside me. "You want me to cum in your sexy ass?" "Of course I do stud" "Yeah, finish him off so he's ours" Sam yelled out. I wanted to make my man happy and finish John off so it made me feel so good when his cock hardened like a rock inside me and he shot his load. There was so much inside me, it felt incredible as he came through the piercing. While his cock was a bit smaller than Sam's, he came so much more. He pulled out and stood up next to Sam. I saw a bit of blood on his dick as I cleaned his cock up, must've been not using lube once again. John whispered something into Sam's ear and they started to make out again. Whatever it was, Sam must've loved it and he came almost straight away, all over my face. As I looked up with cum in my eyes, Sam said to me with a big grin, "By the time we're finished with you, there'll be no doubt". I knew that meant that they'd make me a slut and I couldn't be happier END OF PART SEVEN