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this boy screamed so loud when I fucked him I thought the neighbors would hear him. he took my cock and load as well as my boy's. we let the pup jerk off on his ass

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.

Nice juicy load dripping from my hairy hole. Just the start of a great Sat night

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…

Sunday turned into a very freaky, yet totally stimulating experience for this little piggy. I have been chatting to this guy on Grindr for about three weeks on and off - and had got to the stage that I thought he was just coming on line for some dirty talk, wadding and then disappearing. He asked me questions that interested me, like "are you a real pig" and "what are your limits" etc. We swapped a few pics and he was very me - nice solid man, little bit overweight, hairy chest, unshaven appearance with a beautiful 8" uncut cock and lovely big low hanging balls. My mancunt twitched just looking at the pics. I got even hornier when I sent him a couple of pics of trade fucking me when he said "so you like bareback". Like it - I fucking love it, I told him. We went through the where are you etc and it turns out he was in Wollongong (about 50 kms from me) but he could not host. I told him I could host but he said he preferred outdoor sex scenes. Gee, in my time I have been fucked just about everywhere, but in recent years with the advent of backrooms, apps, and naked sex parties I have not done much of the outdoor or beat stuff. Yes, in my early days I spent so much time bent over in beats taking any cock I could get and sucking off a million cocks that came at me through holes in the wall - but things have moved on. Nonetheless I at least entertained the idea, and we kept chatting. He told me he wanted to take me into the bush and use me properly for a couple of hours where we could be "totally uninhibited". The more he told me the things he wanted to do to me the more excited I got - and the more powerless I became. All I could think of was surrendering myself to him and I knew that I was going to be up for this as I was beyond horny and when that happens I just have no control at all. Eventually he asked if I was up for being his "pig in the bush" for a session. I agreed. He gave me directions to a place which is total bushland (I knew the area) basically halfway between his place and my place. I douched, got ready and I was off as we agreed to meet there in 1.5 hours. He kept texting me to ask if I was on my way (obviously he has had, as we all have, plenty of fakers) so I kept texting yes. He told me to pull up and take a photo of my whereabouts to send him so he knew I was on the way which I did and then he texted me this lovely pic of him sitting on a blanked next to a back pack with nothing but a cap on and half a horn, a thick cock ring on in this bush setting. My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry - I soooo wanted this beefy piece of heaven to fuck the hell out of me. He texted me and told me that when I got to the turn off the sealed road onto the dirt track about 1.5 kms along I would see a yellow t shirt tied to a tree. I had told him I was a totally submissive, cum dump bottom and was always at my top's command. I bumped along the dirt road, saw the yellow T-shirt. I pulled over and texted I was "there." He then told me to take off all my gear bat my leather jockstrap and boots, and leave them in the car then walk past tree through the bush for about 100 metres and I would come to him. I was nervous, excited, horny, it reminded me of all those times in cubicles in beats when you did not know who was going to be in there, friend, foe or fucker. I was just too horny not to obey. I made my way through the bushes then all of a sudden my heart nearly stopped when I heard this voice behind me say "beautiful arse pig boy". I turned around and he was standing behind me half leering and half satisfied with what he had been offered. I walked towards him and my eyes fell on his beautiful white as cock - he was ranga. As his head was shaved in the photos it was hard to tell he was a red head - but he was red as. What happened next was the best hour or so I have spent for ages. While I was driving there he had unpacked his backpack, he had dildos, butt plugs, a Japanese cock sheaf (gel covering for his shaft with stimulating needles), handcuffs, lube, tit clamps - all spread out on this huge picnic rug. He took both my nipples in his hands and near lifted me off the ground by the tits and said "ready to surrender to me pig". I said the only words I know how to use with dominating me "yes sir". Well for the next hour and a bit this man treated my holes with the contempt they deserve that gives me the total pleasure I need. He fucked me (breeding me twice) in several positions, he fingered me, fisted me, put dildos in me, blindfolded me, nearly choked me. slapped my face good and hard, gave my arse an insane belting with his hand and he was a big strong man. After he bred me for the second time I knew it was over the way he sat back on his haunches and gasped for air. He slowly got his feet, as I got to my knees and began to clean his cock and balls. I was still in heaven as I ran my tongue under his foreskin searching for elusive filaments of jizz as I did not want to waste one drop of him. Eventually he said "you are no fake pig boy - pone proper whore" - that was music to my ears as I knew I had pleased him. "you need fucking and belting every day pig boy." I agreed with him hoping he would want to use me again. As he packed up he began to put on his jeans when he said "get off the blanket and lay on the grass."I did as I was told and he came and stood over me and began to piss all over me. He kept spraying on me head to toe and I just lay in the grass savouring is final act of degradation. He packed up and walked in the opposite direction to the way I had come in which led me to believe there was another track and that is where his car was. "I will be in touch if I want to have another piece of your cunt" he said as he walked off still. I lay there for about 5 minutes and felt my mancunt, it was gaping and dripping with his seed and lube mixed together. I was still wet from his piss but I was one satisfied little piggy, although I could have done with more cock. I made my way back to my car and got my clothes on and drove home. This beefy man knew exactly what pigs are for and how they should be treated.

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…

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

So I’ve been reading back through my first pnp story, along with my new one I posted a few weeks past, and a lot of people liked the stories. I figured I could write some more of my tales. These are true stories, though some liberties were taken. ~Ken~ I hadn’t played in a while, and was cruising the bb sites I frequent. I came across a guy I had chatted with a few times, though pms and phone texts. We never could meet up because he moved around a lot and we never could get our timing right. Apparently the stars aligned for this night. His name was Dan, an older white gentlemen with a decent 7-8” thick cut cock. He liked to slam and he liked bottom boys who pnp’d and took his hard cock. He msg’d me on both sites and through text, saying that he was gonna party with a friend of his in a nearby town. I told him I had the evening free, had my poppers and lube, but definitely no supplies. He told me that’s not a problem, just bring that ass of mine, he wants to fuck me. He told me his friend’s name was Ken. He was an older white gentlemen, mostly bottom, but loved to host and watch people fuck. He gave me Ken’s number, along with his screennames. Ken and I exchanged a few messages, mostly just checking each other out. He was handsome, in some regards, but seem friendly. He gave me his address and really wanted me to come over. I quickly got cleaned out and cleaned up, and headed over. It was about a 20 minute drive from my house, so didn’t take me long to get there. It was a townhouse, and slightly obscured from the road. I found a place to park and made my way to the door. Dan greeted me as I knocked, and invited me in. Ken, the host, greeted me as well. He offered me a seat on the couch, as I put my stuff down. We all chit-chatted for a bit, while they got out their supplies. Bareback porn was playing on Ken’s tv. Ken offered me his pipe, so I took a few good hits. “Yeah, let’s get you flying a bit.” Ken said to me. “You’re really handsome you know, Keith.” I kinda blushed. I was starting to feel the effects, so I quickly stripped down. “Same to you. I think we’ll definitely have some fun tonight.” I replied, as I started to tweak my nipples a bit. I looked over to Dan, who I saw was preparing some points. “I’m definitely up for doing one of those.” Dan smiled. “I figured, from our talks. I don’t like to smoke, so this is how I like T.” He kept on preparing, as Ken and I made out a bit. Ken’s laptop dinged, and Ken broke off the kiss to check the message. “Oh, a friend of mine, real cute guy, says he wants to come have fun with us. He’s even willing to throw in for some tina.” Ken told us, throwing up the guys profile. Young, 20-something latino with a decent sized cock. “He’s vers top, loves to fuck.” “Sounds like fun.” I purred. “Cool, though if we’re gonna play all night, I think we’ll need more supplies.” Dan said, as he finished with his preparations. Ken and Dan started to discuss how to do it, connections they had. I just sat back, stroking my cock, watching the porn as they talked. They came to a decision that Dan would go out and get the supplies, since this was Ken’s house. They told me I could stay, since Dan vouched for me, even though he didn’t know me all that well. Ken’s friend arrived shortly after. His name was Raul, and he was cute in person. We shook hands, started to chit chat a bit. Ken had placed a small mattress on the floor, and was pulling out toys and lube. Dan then asked Raul if he pointed, which he said no, he just smoked. Dan offered him the pipe, and then called me over to where he was sitting. “So I’m gonna do you real fast, let you have some fun with these guys. I’ll be back in a bit with some more supplies. You’ll be good to go right?” He asked. I was a bit hestitant, but since I was flying a bit, I decided to just go with it. “Yeah. How do we want to do this?” So he proceeds to have me sit at the edge of the couch, nearest a light. Puts my arm on a pillow to balance it. Slips on the armband. Puts a heat rag on my elbow crease for a bit, to make the veins pop out a bit more. He then does an alcohol swab, cleans the area. “I’m giving you a .2, that cool?” I nod. He starts to prod my arm, trying to find a good vein. He finds one, and starts to insert the needle. He keeps checking on me. I tell him I’m good. Gets a flash of red. “Get ready.” He pushes the plunger down, then pulls out. Quickly puts down a swab, tells me to hold it, as he releases the band. I taste a bit of metallic, my lungs flash hot, and I feel the rush. The air is tingling around me. The lights get a bit brighter. I’m flying. I’m horny. I put my arms up, and just lay there. Dan starts to play with my nipples and cock. “How you feeling?” I purr. “Mmmm...fantastic. Oh I can’t wait to get fucked. Oh yeah. Mmmmm.” I’m slightly slurring my words, as I’m just getting hornier and hornier. Dan gets up to go check on Ken and Raul. They’ve gone off to another room, I think, for Ken to point himself. I’m just laying on the couch, fondling myself, tweaking my nipples. I sit up, find my bottle of poppers, and do a few hits. I’m rolling in wave after wave of ecstasy. I move down to the floor, where I spot one of Ken’s dildos, along with some lube. I lube it up, then my ass, and start to insert it in my ass. Raul comes back and sees me. I’m pretty much nearly riding the dildo, and tweaking my nipples. I look up at him and moan out, “I want to suck your cock. I want you fuck me.” “Oh yeah he’s flying guys.” Raul yells towards the hallway nearby. He walks over infront of me, and starts to undo his belt. “Go on there fag, suck this cock. You need to get me hard if you want me to fuck you.” His pants come down, and I take off his boxers, fishing out his cock. Its a decently sized cock, even barely hard. Uncut. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had uncut..” I murmur out, as I take him into my mouth. I’m just bobbing up and down on it, as he starts to get harder. Ken and Dan come back in, as I’m just going to town on Raul’s cock. “Told you he was a cocksucker.” Dan tells Ken, as they pass by. They chit chat for a bit, before Dan heads out to get supplies. Ken comes back over with the pipe and Raul hits it, blowing the clouds toward me. Ken gets on the floor next to me, and helps me suck Raul’s cock. “Mmm...just love sharing a cock with another flying pig.” He says, as he takes Raul’s cock from me. I do a couple hits of poppers, and then ride the wave as I lick Raul’s balls. Raul has hit the pipe a few times, and is getting pretty hard. He hands the pipe to Ken, and then finishes taking off his clothes. He gets on the floor next to me and we start to make out. Ken joins us and all three of us are just exchanging tongues. I pull back, and tell Raul I need him to fuck me. He rolls onto his back, and tells me to get on my knees infront of him, in between his legs. He pulls me back a bit more, and pushes on my back for me to lean down more. He starts to play with my hole, lubing and fingering it a bit. I feel his cock pressing in, so I hit the poppers, just as he slides in. He has me basically fucking myself on his cock for a good while. I’m moaning and enjoying myself, while Ken talks dirty to us. Raul continued this for a bit, with me mostly doing the work, fucking myself on his cock. He would occasionally be moaning out, saying how hot it was to watch my ass on his cock. After a while I had to stop, as my legs were cramping from the position. He moved me to lay on my side, and continued to work his cock in me. Ken presented his cock to me, so I started sucking on that. Eventually he moved into a 69 position to work my soft cock. It all felt wonderful. This last for a good while. I was starting to come down a bit, so Raul took to fucking Ken doggy style. I got underneath him and sucked Ken’s cock, watching the action of ass fucking right up close and personal. It was hot as hell. They did this for a good ten, fifteen minutes, before Dan showed back up. We took a break to hydrate, chat a bit. They divided out the supplies they had gotten, and Dan went to work on making more points for him and myself. He asked how my evening was doing, and I told him great, but that I really hoped he fucked me, since his cock was nice and thick. Not that I didn’t mind Raul’s, it was just average, and my tina-fueled cock-needing brain wanted big. So he gives me a smaller dose, about a .15, and hits me up again. I laid on the couch letting the wave ride over me, as he did his. We started to make out a bit on the couch, and after a bit of time, I went down on his cock. He immediately pulled me off though, saying my goatee was a bit too much on it. I apologized and suggested that he just fuck me. He replied he still needed to get hard, but he’ll get there. He ended up moving to a nearby chair, jerking his cock into life. I laid down on the floor next to Raul and Ken. Ken didn’t want to do another point, so he and Raul were just passing back and forth the pipe, shotgunning every other hit or so. I took a couple of shotgun hits, making me fly even higher. I nestled in between Ken and Raul, and we started to make out and feel each other up. I asked Raul if he liked to be rimmed, and he said yeah, he’s vers and loves it. So I took a few hits of poppers, and dove between his legs. I was on my hands and knees, ass in the air, facing a bit towards the chair, hoping Dan would take the hint to come fuck me. But as I worked my tongue into Raul’s ass, I saw the Dan had fallen asleep. The other two noticed as well. Ken just shrugged and said this was his first time really meeting Dan, didn’t know much about him other than through mutual friends and chats. So I went back to rimming Raul, while Ken went to rim me a bit. It felt so good feeling a tongue back there. He tried to fuck me, but was having some serious t-dick. Raul pulled me off his ass, and told me to ride him. I was a bit worried, seeing how I was a bit taller and a bit heavier, but it worked for a bit. It felt great having my ass filled, while Ken worked my nipples. He even fed me poppers for a bit as well. Raul would end up fucking me in a few more positions, occasionally fucking Ken as well. Dan slept through most of this, with us figuring he had done too much, been up too much, and just crashed. He was fine otherwise, once he came too. We all chit chatted as we started to come down a bit. Dan ended up leaving before us, followed by Raul. So I stayed a bit with Ken chatting, while also taking a shower and cleaning out. He was a very nice guy. He enjoyed being a bottom, occasionally topping. He also parTied a lot, and knew a lot of about pnping. He even knew a guy that might have come over this night, but that guy liked to parTy at his house. His friend was a big dicked top who never got tdick and could fuck for hours. He and Ken had been chatting throughout the evening, at various times we stopped or I was preoccupied with Raul. The guy really wanted to fuck me, having liked my pictures and profiles on the various sites I’m on. Since I was still a bit horny and still wanted to play, I told Ken that I wouldn’t mind meeting up with this guy. So Ken gave me his number and told me to text him. I got my stuff together, and said my goodbyes to Ken. I started to text the guy, who’s name was Harley, as I drove off. I hadn’t gotten too far, when I got a response back from him.

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

I think a couple of factors contribute to younger guys hooking up with older guys. 1) Technology in the form of apps makes it much easier to meet. The young guys don't have to go to public places like bars and saunas where the older men may be, which means that they can fuck them discreetly without their younger friends knowing about it. 2) I also think the young guys aren't looking at the older guy as relationship material so there's no stress or expectations of dating. I could see young straight men doing the same with older women. She can't get pregnant, is happy to get some dick, and for social reasons or fear of what others will say or think, she isn't looking to be seen out in public with the younger guy. She's basically a Bust It Baby for him. LOL.

i love fucking older men's asses. I like them a lot more than guys my age.

I had a great time at CU-Toronto this Friday. Just a few highlights: 1. A hot fuckbench fuck with a man who instantly turned and gave me fantastic ATM each time I pulled out of his ass—so of course I kept fucking/rimming him to pull out one more time... 2. A young Egyptian who I began sucking in a dark room. He took me to his room and skull fucked me until he blew a massive load in my open mouth. 3. A Black kid in a designer jock pulled me into a booth near the slurp ramp. He worked my throat with his thick, curved cock like he was all top. I turned him around and ate him out until he begged to be fucked. I bent him over right in the hallway and plowed his hole in front of the crowd. 4. A young lad took one look at my erection trying to be contained by my jock and led me by the hand to the fuckbench. I ate and fucked and shared his ass with another top. Then he flipped over and balanced on the bench so he could jerk a load out as I fucked him. I lapped up his jizz and reverse felched it into his ass—so he would be loaded with his own cum when he was ready for round two. 5. Fucked a younger guy in the sling—sharing him with a hairy young otter. I felt up the Otter as he was fucking the guy and felt load dripping from the Otter’s hole. I inserted and fucked him while he continued to fuck the pig in the sling. Both got loads…

....and when you're too busy, your phone dings every 30 seconds. It's a corollary to Murphy's Law of Cock-- the hotter the guy, the farther away he is. If you're in Atlanta, he's in Berlin. You go to Berlin, he's in Nashville for the weekend.

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?

My Regular Friday Night-Saturday Morning Rawmen, I must be a humble barebacking voyeur-explorer daddy. I'm not chasing. I'm not collecting a ton of loads or giving out multiple loads. For me it's about exploring men's bodies and men's fluids in a bare way. Last night I went to Steamworks Toronto for a regular Friday night of bb sex. And I got it! First, I got to suck off a beautiful cock and was rewarded with a middle-sized load in my mouth from a guy who thought of me swallowing his load as a very hot experience. Next, I love anon dark room sex. I got to fuck plenty of younger boycunt. Some guys I could make out their faces and bodies in the dim light, other guys I couldn't really tell (I'm kinda blind without my glasses), but I could feel their lubed asses. No questions about names, statuses, etc. It's all about bb sex. A few guys had me close to cumming. I know that I have to find the right boycunt who'd grab onto my hard dick and milk it. The second last guy I fucked was situated on a bench. Beautiful young man with a hot ass. In came another bottom who took over fucking his boycunt and I inserted in him. We got into a rhythm and his ass proceeded to milk my dick. BOOM! I came in him in no time! Six hours later I was later to call it a night (or a day! LOL) and drive home. Like I've said before, I must be a humble barebacker. One load down the hatch, another big saved load in a bottom. The quality of bb sex made up for the quantity. You don't always need tons of loads to be satisfied IMHO. Happy cum-collecting/cum-giving!

My first time raw, I was stealthed by a top who refused to give me some of his poppers.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Five I really didn't want to leave the resort, but Dad said that we could visit again in the future, which I made him promise. The drive home was quiet, well at least for me, I slept the whole was home. I guess the pool side gang bang wore me out even though I slept all night. Dad should be the one who was tired, he told me he was out whoring around until 2 a.m. We got home in the middle of the afternoon. I really wanted to hook up with either Garrett, well fuck anyone really. “Dad, can you message Garrett or Coach Paul, I need some cock!” “Nope, now between your initiation you can't have sex, not even jacking off.” “Are you fucking kidding me” “Not at all, I even have something for you to insure you don't” He left me standing in the kitchen, as he headed down the hall to his room. He quickly returned with a small box. “Drop your shorts, NOW BOY” he ordered. “Seriously Dad?” “Did I fucking stutter?” I did as he said. He opened the box. He took out what was in it. I watched as this device was put around my cock and balls and locked in place with a pad lock that hung under my balls. “What the fuck is that” “Chasity device, get used to it because it will be on until after your imitation” It was so uncomfortable, but for two days I wore it. Some times it was painful, especially when I would start to get hard and my cock couldn't grow. Saturday finally came and I was told to prepare for the night. Dad disappeared most of the day, leaving me at home. When 8 p.m. rolled around he came for me in my room. He was wearing just a jock strap. Seeing him in that, fur and muscles all in display was really turning me on. My cock stirred and pain again swept through my body. “It's time to head down to the basement. All the members have gathered, plus the crew to film your initiation,” he said. “Film?” “Yes boy for our site and for our records” My cock continued to fight the cage and the pain increased. “Try not to get too turned on, we don't want you breaking your cage or hurting that beautiful boy cock,” he said pointing at my crotch. I nodded as he and I walked through the house to the basement door. We stopped at the door. “Are you sure about this son, you can turn back now with no repercussions, once we start we don't stop until every member has used your hole and bred you.” I nodded. “Say it son” “I want this Daddy, I want this” Dad turned the knob on the basement door and pushed it all the way open. We walked through and went down the stairs. My stomach was a ball of nerves. I took a deep breath and stared at Dad’s furry ass. At the bottom of the stairs I saw that the main room had been emptied except for a fuck bench. I was expecting all the members to be crowded in the room, but they were not there. Instead was four men holding cameras. They were wearing just jock straps but the pouches were bulging outwards. There were four lights, all shining on the fuck bench. “Is this your boy,” one of the camera men asked. “Yes,” Dad replied. “We understand that his hole is the focus of the shots, we plan on having one under the action the whole time. We have a special cover that will protect the camera and the lucky man down there will make sure it stays clean” he said, “the other three will get the fucking at different angles” “You are the pros!” Dad said. He turned to me and guided me to the fuck bench. He helped me get into position and the strapped me in. The three camera men were already filming, as the one got in his back and positioned himself to catch the action underneath. “Son, just one thing. You can not lick, suck or do anything to the camera men’s cocks even if they are pressed against your mouth,” Dad said, “do you understand” “Yes Daddy” “If you want poppers we will supply them to you, just ask for them” I nodded. Dad moved behind me, squirting lube onto my hole, then pushed something into my hole and I felt wetness inside. I took a few deep breaths. “Time to begin!” Dad said. He stood in front of me, pushed down his cock. His cock was rock hard and bounced as he stood there. He shoved his jock into my mouth. “This will keep you from being tempted by the camera men’s bulges” Damn he just knows how to spoil a good time I thought as I head the men come into the room from the locker room. My mind imagined them all coming in naked with their hard cocks pointing the way. I felt a pair of hands on my ass, feeling my cheeks and a hard cock rubbing up and down my crack. My gang bang initiation was about to begin.

Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. A couple days after my anniversary with my boyfriend (when I'd let him bathe his uncovered cock in Jaime's cum without telling him), Simon said he was free and wanted to "fuck that cheatin' ass" again. I told my friends I wasn't feeling well, and practically ran over to Simon's place that night. I walked into his apartment like he said, and I found him naked on his bed, playing with his hard cock. I wanted to jump on him right then and there. He looked over at me with a mischievous smirk, asking "Been a while, hasn't it?" I nodded, happy to see him again. The last time he'd fucked me had been three weeks ago, the night he'd told me about his plan to get Jaime to come over and give up his cherry, which is just what happened a week later. Jaime and my boyfriend had both fucked me since then, but it wasn't the same as getting fucked by Simon. I wanted him inside me immediately. But as usual, he wasn't going to let me have it that easily. As I was choking on his cock, he told me, "I know you want this dick in you, boy…." He fucked my throat really hard then, making a point, "….but first you gotta take care of my friends." Friends? Fuck, how many dicks did I have to take before he would just fuck me again? I didn't want anyone else, I wanted him. But he always liked to push my boundaries and see what he could get me to do, so I guess I wasn't really surprised. Pushing me off his cock, he handed me a blindfold, ordering "Put this on." I didn't even argue. The faster I got his 'friends' out of the way, the sooner he'd be inside me again. I put the blindfold on. "Good boy," he said, rubbing the side of my face with tenderness that surprised me. "I trained you good, didn't I? You'll do anything for this fuckin' dick, won't you, bitch boy? So fuckin' hot." Then he took his hand away from my face, got up, and left. A couple seconds later, I heard several men enter the room, but I had no idea who they were, or how many. One of them rubbed my ass, and another one put his cock in my mouth, and I started sucking him. As I worked on his cock, the guy behind me buried his face in my ass and started eating me out, very tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Pretty soon he was slapping my ass, then he was lining his cock up and pushing into me. When he was all the way inside me and lying down on top of me, I finally recognized him as Jaime, the kid from across the street. This was the third time in two weeks he was sticking his cock in me, bareback again. I wondered if he was hooking up with anyone else, besides me and Simon. Jaime got into a nice rhythm and started breathing into my ear as I swallowed the cock in front of me. After a while, someone pushed my head to the side, and then Jaime was sucking on the cock, while he was fucking me. Jaime was really turning into a little slut, it looked like. I'm sure Simon was proud of his work. After a few minutes of the two of us sucking the stranger's cock, Jaime started to moan really loud and fuck me harder, and I knew he was close. Then, as Jaime started cumming inside me, I heard Simon's voice, "That's right, boy, give him your fuckin' load again, make him get used to takin' cum, don't even ask, just shoot your fuckin' load inside of him, make him take it." Jaime pulled out, and the guy in front of me moved around behind me and pushed inside my cummy hole. Then after a few seconds, I finally recognized the mystery fucker as Simon's roommate, who'd fucked me plenty of times before. And even though he'd pumped his cum into me every time, I still didn't know what he looked like. Once the roommate had gotten started, I let my head rest on the bed, thinking that these were the 'friends' about whom Simon had been speaking, and that there were no more (which both relieved and disappointed me), but then I felt someone lift my head up, and another cock was being shoved down my throat. It wasn't Simon's, Jaime's, or the roommate's, and it definitely wasn't my boyfriend's. That meant whoever this guy was, he really was a stranger, making him the third random guy Simon was pimping me out to. These are the thoughts I was having, as the roommate gave me his load, and the stranger moved around and forced his cock inside me. This was the third guy in about 15 minutes to stick his raw cock inside me, and somehow it felt totally…natural, like this is what I was supposed to be doing. My hole was totally sloppy with cum now, and there was a complete stranger inside me who only Simon knew, but I wasn't scared or nervous anymore, I was actually starting to like it. God, what was Simon doing to me? The stranger fucking me was being really passionate and kissing my neck and my back, like he'd never fucked an ass before. He was whispering things in my ear, like, "Oh, this is better than I thought," and, "Oh, you're so wet," and, "I've never done this with my wife before." He kept gasping and moaning, and it was actually a big turn-on to be appreciated like that, and to make someone feel so good. Before long, the stranger was gasping and panting in my ear, and then I felt him shove into me really hard and hold it there, and I knew I was getting my third load of the night. The three guys left, I took the blindfold off, and then finally Simon let me sit on his fucking cock. I bounced up and down with a big smile on my face, and Simon put his hands behind his head and let me do all the work. He looked up at me with a big grin as he felt all the cum inside me. After just a few minutes of that, Simon grabbed me and roughly flipped me onto my back to fuck me. But this time, instead of just pounding me into the mattress like he usually did, he was very slow and gentle. He moved in so close to my face that our noses touched, and I thought he was going to kiss me. He moaned softly and his eyes glazed over as he slowly fucked in and out of my wet, sloppy hole. "You have no fuckin' idea how good you feel, baby," he said to me. "You have so much fuckin' cum inside you right now. It was so hot seein' you give it up for my friends like that. You were such a good lil' boy." And I realized then that I would do anything to hear Simon talk to me the way he was talking to me right now. This is what I wanted -- to make Simon happy, to have him inside of me. Before long Simon asked "You ready for my load now?" I nodded emphatically, urging "Yes, please, Simon, I need it, I've been waiting so long, please, I can't wait any longer, give it to me!" "You want me to pull out?" he asked, teasing me. "No!" I practically shouted at him. "Don't pull out, I need you inside me, I wanna make you feel good, make me yours, Simon, please, cum inside me, give it to me!" "Good fuckin' boy," he said with a big smile, and he started pounding me harder, fucking all the cum into me, making loud sloshing noises. He started grunting and groaning, then he leaned in next to my ear, grabbed me tight, and started shooting his load inside me. Finally, I thought, this is what I'd wanted so bad, this is what I needed. I didn't care about anything else. Now I was complete. "Fuck, boy, that was incredible," he said, as he lay down next to me and sighed. "You're learnin' real fast. Takin' a total stranger's dick like that, very nice, boy, very nice." Then he thought for a second, and said, "Well, he might not be a total stranger to you," he said with a chuckle, "but he was to me!" "What??" I asked. I wasn't sure which part was more horrifying -- that Simon had no idea who I'd just let fuck me, or that it might have been someone I knew! "Don't worry, baby doll," he said, pulling me in to cuddle with him, like always. He knew I loved when he did that. "I met him last week, he's a real nice guy, a family guy, you know? He just wants to have a little fun on the side, and I knew you would take care of him. You made him feel so good. Wish you coulda seen the look on his face. You did so great, baby doll, you always do." And then he started to kiss my neck, and I started to forget that Simon had just tricked me into having sex with someone even he didn't know. "You've learned so much," he said, kissing my shoulder now, and sliding his hand down to my cock, "but you have more to learn, and I'm gonna teach you." I didn't know what Simon meant by that. But if it meant I got to keep seeing him, and keep feeling his skin pressed against mine, and keep making him happy, then I was all in.

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

Thanks Guys - appreciate the compliments. Although I write them as stories, they are all based on fact and this really happened to me!

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): slut Your cell number (for texts and voice calls):253-298-7905(text be best) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code):98409 Times you're generally not available: weekends Age: 18 Height: 6ft Weight: 185 Ethnicity:white

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.

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

I have a number of FBs, from 20-mid 30's.... They know my status and have no issue in fucking me BB and breeding me... One guy (the 20 yo) I've been playing with for over a year, he ha a BF, an will fuck me and breed me repeatedly for over an hour with his gorgeous rock hard 9+"s..... I gotta send him a text :-)