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As Jason stumbled towards the group of lockers in front of him he looked around the room to note some benches in the middle of the room and walls lined with old busted up lockers. The foyer outside had looked ok but inside this place seemed to tell a different story. His arse was still burning from being inspected by the big black bouncer and was slowly starting to itch. What he didnt know was that the large chunk of meth shoved deep into his guts was slowly dissolving warming through his system and making his virgin tight hole hungry. Jason slumped down onto the bench in the middle of the room and put his face in his hands trying to figure out what was going on. It was only an hour ago that he was dancing with his bird in a club and now here he was without his clothes in some random sauna having just been abused by the door staff. Wait had he been abused? None of this seemed to make sense and the more time he tried to figure stuff out the more blurred it was becoming. He snapped out of it and looked up through bleary eyes to the older gentleman in front of him. “I said are you ok there little lad? You're looking a little lost” The older man proffered out his hand and Jason took it and shook it. The hand was cold and clammy, but it had a tight skeletal grip as his eyes followed the slender purple veined and pot-marked arm up into the face of an guy who looked at least to be in his early 60s staring down with lust. Jason tried to form some words in his mouth but was feeling more and more spun out from the combination of alcohol and meth. “Sorry mate, yeah, erm, yeah I'm just trying to get my head together” “Not a problem son, lets get you sorted and get you into the steam room and help soften you up eh” said the older man as he sank down onto his bony knees and began untying Jason's trainers. He lifted each foot up and took off each shoe and then standing took Jason's feet and rolled him backwards till Jason was laid across the bench in the middle of the room as it began to spin. “Just your socks to take off now, just you relax and let your new friend Sid sort you out” said the older man as he took Jasons wallet shoes and socks and threw them into a locker not bothering to close the door. He turned back to see Jason still lying on his back feet outstretched and limp dick and balls hanging low. “Now that is a very nice sight, and would be rude not to have a quick taste” said Sid as he took his false teeth out, got back down on his knees and open his mouth and took Jason's flaccid cock to the hilt. Jason moaned at the sensation, not comprehending what was going on as Sid began to work the young lads shaved balls with one hand using his gums to tightly massage Jason's meat. There was little response as Jason was starting to slowly spin out. “Here kid this is what you need to freshen up. Let Sid sort you out yeah, just trust me”. Sid turned around and unlocked his own locker. Quickly pulling out a green pill and a little shot of some clear liquid. “A little something I have just in case” he said as he lifted Jason up off the bench and poured the drink down his throat in a forceful motion. “that should help you get all G'ed up for this place” he sniggered, more for his own benefit. He then took the green pill and placed it on his tongue. “Come here lad and give your daddy a big kiss”. Sid grabbed the back of Jason's head and with no resistance pulled him in close and pushed the pill into his mouth with a deep and sloppy french kiss. Jason was in no state of mind to comprehend what was happening as his mouth was being raped by this old mans tongue. Sid slobbered over his face, wiping spittle all over Jason's lips and tongue and sucking on his tongue. Finally to sign the kiss off, Sid drew back and gobbed into Jason's open mouth closed it with his hand and commanded him to swallow which Jason did. “Good lad, right come with daddy and lets go see his friends in the steam room” taking Jason by the hand and walking him out of the locker area, leaving all of his belongings behind including the towels. “you're not going to need them son. Everyone is going to want to see that ass of yours in action”. The door was opened to the steam room and Jason was pushed through and sat down on a cold clammy marbled bench. Jason's mind was frantically trying to make sense of what was going on but the combination of G, alcohol, meth and the viagra given to him was making his young body spin out of control. “Got a fresh one for us men” said Sid as shuffling bodies gathered around Jason on the bench. From through the steam hands began to grab as Jason, feeling his smooth body, tweaking his nipples running over his abs. A fat chubby finger found its way to his mouth and forced its way in moving in and out causing Jason to instinctively suckle. Hands groped and tugged on his dick and balls with murmurs of appreciation and lust. Without little warning, the chubby finger in Jason's mouth was withdrawn and grabbed the back of his head pulling him down into the owners crotch. His mouth was pulled open and a hard fat cock was shoved into his mouth and began thrusting in and out. “Look at this little whore” exclaimed the chubby older man “Not even here five minutes and already he's sucking on my dick” “Yeah and his whore cunt is just begging for this” said another voice through the steam as Jason felt a sharp stabbing motion at his ass. Having his head held down and his arse up, Jason could do little, even had he not been off his face, as the man behind him clamped his bony fingers into Jason's young hips and pressed this thin sharp cock slowly but forcefully into Jason's guts. Jason's scream was muffled around the dick in his mouth which just caused the fat man to moan louder with delight as the reverberation sent extra stimulus through his body. “Fuck this little whore is an expert sucker, you are hitting all the right spots clearly Glen” Glen was lost in his own mind enjoying the tight grip this lads hole had on his cock. It has been so long since he had gotten his poz cock in a tight hole. The only men who he could fuck now were other pigs like him with holes no longer tight but sloppy and loose after years of taking dirty loads. But now he was aglow in delight as he could feel this tight arse's grip pulling open his sores giving him a true hole to infect and breed. His balls grew tight up inside his body ready to pump their poison into this young dumb cunt and there was no way it was stopping now. With a bellow Glen released his load and pumped over and over again into Jason's hole. Deep inside coating those same torn walls that the bouncer had been digging his nail into earlier. He pulled out with a plop and spun Jason around. “Clean me up you dirty dick pig” he commanded, pushing his blooded and torn cock into Jason's mouth. Jason couldn't register what was going on, he could just feel the pain in his hole and the foul taste in his mouth as the short fat man behind him pushed his cock straight in and after a few short thrusts began dumping his own load in. All the while Glen was smearing his cock over Jason's tongue rubbing his torn sores over Jason's lips. “Next!” he said as he threw Jason's head aside and got up walking out the steam room. Taking only a short moment to watch as two other old men took their turns to spit roast the vulnerable lad in the thick steam. A pigs first fuck should be memorable, however Glen didn't know he had taken Jason's virginity and wouldn't care even if he did, and Jason. It would be lucky if Jason remembered a thing after this night was through.

The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.

Those of you that follow my stories know that the things I like best are str8 men and black men. There's nothing in the world that I like more than getting fucked by a horny, str8, black man with a bbc. Knowing that the Mayweather/McGregor Fight here in Las Vegas at the T-Mobile Arena would be bringing 10's of thousands of horny str8 men into Las Vegas for the past weekend, I planned ahead and got a motel room reserved at a seedy motel, located just across the freeway from the arena that the fight would be taking place. I rent rooms at this motel quite often. Because it was a busy weekend, the price was 5 times the normal price. But, I was willing to fork out the money for the chance to get a steady stream of cock and cum that night. From past experience, I've found that the guys that come for these fights leave the fights full of testosterone, anger, aggression and are hornier than hell. Fight nights are always the busiest nights of the year for the prostitutes here in Vegas. The strip clubs are overflowing after the fights. And the guys usually leave the strip clubs sexually frustrated and horny as hell. So, I checked into my seedy motel room early that evening. I had been placing ads and notices on Grindr, Growlr, BBRT, Squirt, and of course Craigslist. Craigslist usually tends to bring me the biggest responses on fight nights. I douched and showered and set bottles of poppers, lube and boxes of tissues around the room. I had put 2 small night lights into wall-sockets in the room and one in the socket of the bathroom to give the room just a dim light. Because I was going to have all the other lights turned off. Since I have no idea of how many guys will show up, who they are and may not even see most of their faces, I make sure that I've locked all my valuables in my car, then lock my keys in a bag and secure the bag to something unmovable with a bike lock. I don't want to take chances of someone ripping me off while I'm getting fucked. My ads had said that beginning at 9pm, my hotel room would be unlocked. Come in, find me ass up, face down on the bed. Feed me your cock in either my mouth or ass. Pound, seed me and leave. I sent emails and texts to the guys that had already replied to give them my hotel address and room number. I updated my Craigslist ads and hid my hotel name and room number in the ad so guys could just come over without having to contact me. I rigged the door with duct tape over the lock, I turned out the lights, grabbed a bottle of poppers that I planned to keep in my hands. There were 2 other bottles of popper for the guys to use if they wanted them. I climbed on the edge of the bed and put my ass up. Then I waited for about 20 minutes before I heard the door open and close. I heard clothes being discarded, then felt a finger on my hole. Someone spit on my hole and put their cockhead up to it. I took some strong hits of poppers as I felt a thick cock being pushed up inside me. I had no idea who's cock it was? And that was definitely part of the enjoyment. Soon the guy was slapping my ass and calling me a bitch, whore, cunt. I could tell from the voice that it was a black guy. That made it all the more exciting for me. He moved me to all sorts of positions to get into me deeply. Finally he pushed me over onto my back, my legs up over his shoulders, and I could see his handsome, young face. He looked to be in his early 20's. Almost 6' tall. Maybe 185lbs. He was ramming deeply into me. He fucked me for about 25 minutes before he finally grunted and filled my ass with his load. Once he'd cum, he quickly pulled out, wiped his cock with some tissues I'd left on the dresser, he quickly dressed and left my room, tossing the cum covered tissues onto the floor as he walked out the door. No words exchanged. I took a drink of water and got back on the edge of the bed in my ass up position. For the next two hours there were another 4 guys that came into my room. 1 older black guy couldn't keep a hard on long enough to fuck me. But I ended up sucking him off and he came down my throat. The other 3 guys filled my ass. Two white guys and one black kid in his 20's. Then I had about an hour with no action. But, from past experience, I know that on fight nights here in Las Vegas, there's a period where the str8 guys are all out drinking and watching the girls at the strip clubs, I just have to be patient. I kept reposting my Craigslist ads, then finally around 1:30am my door opened again. I quickly jumped back onto the edge of the bed. The guy that had come in was a white guy in his late 40's. He was gruff looking. He looked like he might have been one of the 18 wheel truck drivers that overnighted in the truck lots on either side of the motel. But, talking is not what they want. They want ass. So I put my ass back up and he soon had pulled down his pants and was pushing his 6" cock up into me. The previous loads of cum inside me made it so that lube was no longer necessary. The guy was a quick cummer. Maybe 4 minutes of fucking resulted in him putting his load in me. Pulling up his pants and leaving. About 5 minutes later the door opened again. I didn't look up, but heard two guys whispering to each other. So I turned my head to see a very tall, 6'4", slender black guy taking off his clothes. He looked familiar. "Hey", I said to him. "I thought this might be your ad.", he said. "I fucked your white ass a few months ago. Remember''? "I live in the apartment across the street." he said. "Fuck, YEAH!" I said. "I remember your cock. He indeed lived across the street from the motel. He had a 9" bbc. He stayed hard as a rock and had staying power. I had gone to his apartment a few months ago and he fucked me for 2 hours straight before he came in me. I was sore for a week, afterwards, but it was a great fuck. "I brought my buddy to sample your white ass", he said. His buddy hasn't said a word, but he has stripped completely and has climbed up on the bed. He's feeding his 8" uncut black dick to me. It's not hard, but he begins to swell as I start to suck on him. The other guy is slapping his 9" cock on my hole. "Damn! You're wet back here. How many loads in you?" he asked. "I've got 4 in my ass and one down my throat", I said. "Well..... You about to get two more in your pussy, I 'spect", he said. For the next hour, this hot fucker and his buddy kept taking turns pounding both my ass and mouth. While they were using my holes another guy had come in. He was an older white guy in his 50's. Cubby and not very good looking. He never fully undressed, but he did unzip and pulled out his smallish cock and would walk around and watch the two black studs using me. He finally sat on one of the chairs and stroked his cock as he watched the action on the bed. then the 9" guy began to groan and yell "You want my cum? You want my load? I'm gonna seed you, faggot. You want it?" he was growling. "Fuck, YEAH!" I shouted. "Fill my ass. Cum in me", I yelled. Just then, the older white guy stood and came to the bed to watch the action. The 9" guy begins to fill my ass with his load. And the white guy shoots his load onto my side. He quickly pulls up his pants and leave the room as the 9" guy pulls from me and changes places with his buddy. His buddy slides up into my cum filled ass as the other guy kneels in front of me and feeds me his cum covered cock to clean off. I clean off the cum from him as the 8" guy is ramming into me. He's got me held tightly around the waist and he's really slamming into me. The bed is pounding against the wall as he rams into me. I'm sniffing poppers as fast and as deeply as I can as he's pounding me. He only takes a couple of minutes of fucking before he grinds deep into me and lets out a growl. He shakes as he fills my ass with his load. The growl is the first sound he's made. But his growl is loud and low. He pulls from me and quickly dresses. His buddy is already dressed and patiently waiting on one of the chairs for his friend to finish fucking me. As they're leaving the 9" guy says, "Let me know when you back, fag", as they both leave the room. I've got cum dripping down my legs and my thighs are getting sore. But, I'm not ready to give up, yet. I lay on my back and try to catch my breath while I check for messages. I send my room number to a couple of guys that requested it, then see the door to my room open again. From the light outside the door, I can dimly see a tall black guy in his early 40's peek inside my room. "You the old queer taking nigger dick?'' he asks. His use of the word "nigger" catches me by surprise, but I shake my head and mutter, "Yes. That's me". "You better be able to handle a couple of big, black, horny, fuckers, faggot. Cause your ass is gonna get used", he says as he comes in the room. He's followed by 3 more black guys. All in their 40's. Two of the guys are late 40's, very tall, thin and muscular. One guy looks to be in his early 40's, maybe late 30's. He's short, but extremely muscular to the point of being kind of intimidating. The 4th guy is early 50's, heavy set. Probably about 5'8" tall and 290 lbs. They all come inside and begin to strip. The first guy (#1) is now nude and I drop to my knees at his feet and begin to suck on his soft, but already huge bbc. He's cut, not sure how long he'll grow? But his cock is hanging over a set of huge, hairy, black balls. I suck on his cock and on his balls as his cock begins to harden. Soon another black cock is at my face. I take turns sucking on both of them. "Show me that pussy", #1 says to me. I climb on the bed and put my ass up. I spread my ass cheeks. I feel a sharp pain as he slaps my ass hard. He puts his thumb up to my asshole and presses it in me. Cum dribbles from my hole as he presses his thumb into me. "Damn! That's a well used pussy, boys", he says as he presses his thumb in me. "This queer's been takin' some dick, already". He slaps his semi hard cock against my ass as I take some drags on my poppers. Soon, I feel his cock pressing into me. The younger guy (#2) is now kneeling on the bed, at my face, he's fully hard and I take his cockhead into mouth. It's an awkward angle, but he fucks my face as best he can as #1 continues to fuck me. Then #2 turns and puts his ass to my face. I lick his hole. "Yeah! Lick his nigger ass, you fuckin' queer." #1 growls as I lick his friends asshole. #1 pulls out of me and the short, heavy set guy (#3) steps up to fuck me. I catch a glimpse of him as he walks towards my ass. He's got a respectable 8" bbc. Nice and thick. He immediately slides up into me in one, quick thrust. He's groaning as he begins to pump into me. "Damn! Feels like pussy." #3 says as he fucks me. The other tall, thin 40's guy (#4) has now taken his buddies place at my face and is putting his black ass up to my face. His ass smells sweaty and funky, like he's been out in our 100+ degree heat all day. The smell is intoxicating as only a black man's ass can smell. I'm hungrily lapping my tongue on his puckered black hole. He reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks. I slide my tongue as deep into him as I can get it. I can feel the soft, pink inside of his hole with my tongue. He's moaning and groaning as I eat his hot hole. "Holy FUCK!" #4 growls as I continue to eat him. "Feels good, fag! Real good! Never had a tongue in my shitter before". Damn!", he moans. #3 cums fairly quickly. He lets out a loud grunt and shakes as he fills my ass with his hot load. #3 pulls from me and #1 slides back into me. His cock has grown to well over 9"s. He's very thick as well. I continue to lick his buddies hole as he begins to brutally pound my ass. "Like this, Faggot? You like our nigger dicks in you? Huh, queer?" "You like being a pussy for our straight, nigger dicks?" I moan loudly as a reply as I continue to eat his friends asshole. #1 is ramming into me, slapping my ass and continuing to call me fag, queer, whore, pussy, cunt and every other name he can call me. #1 pulls from me and #4 moves from my mouth to my ass and slides his bbc up into me. #4 is obviously very turned on. He's got about 7"s, he's rock hard and super horny from the ass eating I've been giving him. He grabs me tightly around my waist and rams deeply into me. I again have to suck on my poppers as he assaults my ass with his bbc. He's grunting as he pounds me and within just a few minutes of fucking me he lets out a groan and fills my ass with his load. He quickly pulls from me as my ass is milking his cock and the younger guy, #2 steps behind me. He slams into me in one, quick thrust. He's slapping my ass as he fucks. He's also calling me a faggot, queer, whore, pussy, etc. as he's fucking me. Like his buddies, he's a brutal fuck. He's ramming into me deep and hard. #1 is slapping his bbc on my face as his buddy is fucking me. About a 5 minute fuck resulted in #2 filling me with his load. And then #1 stepped back to my ass and slammed back into me. He gave me another 5 or 6 minute fuck before he also deposited his str8 load into my cunt. Cum was streaming down my inner thigh as he pulled from me. The 4 guys dressed as they laughed about the queer they had just fucked. I collapsed onto my back on the bed and watched them dress and leave. It's now after 3am and I'm exhausted. I'm thinking that I'd better call it a night and lock the door. But, before I can even gain the energy to climb off the bed to pull the duct tape off the door, the door opens and in walks two white guys in their late 30's. These guys are very rough looking. Both wearing wifebeater tee shirts and genes. Very gruff looking and covered in tats. They are really sort of intimidating. They are not exactly muscular or buff. But looked strong and had an angry look about them. I'm feeling very uncomfortable. They both walk into my room and slam the door shut. "We just want blow jobs. You fine with that?" the first guy asks? "Yeah. Sure", I say. The first guy immediately begins to unzip and pulls out a 6" uncut, soft cock. I climb off the bed and drop to my knees at his feet. I take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck on his very ample foreskin. "Grab me some beers", he says to his friend. His friend leaves the room and quickly returns with a 6pack of beers that they must have had in the car. They both pop a beer open and swig on their beers as I suck on #1. I suck on him for several minutes before he pulls from me, kicks his shoes off and pulls his pants and underwear off. He sits on the edge of the bed and I crawl back between his legs and take his now hard cock back into my mouth. I hungrily work my mouth on his cock. I lick his balls and he moans a bit. Then he lays back on his back and I lick under his balls. "You lick asshole?" he asks? I lift his legs and lick at his hole. He spreads his ass for me and I go in deeper. He may be str8, but he's obviously let guys eat his hole before. He's eager to be pleased. I lick and eat his hole, then go back to suck his balls then back to his cock. His buddy has now undressed and he's fingering my cummy asshole. #1 says to #2, "You gonna fuck him?" "Yeah. Why not?" he says. #1 climbs back onto the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, he motions for me to climb up on the bed to continue to suck him. I climb up on the bed and crawl between his legs and again take his cock in my mouth. His buddy climbs onto the bed and positions himself behind me, on his knees. He pushes his hard cock up into me and begins to pound my hole. As both guys are using my holes, I hear the door open and close. I come up from #1's cock to see a black guy entering my room. He's mid 50's, 6'2", 200 lbs, very good looking. He moves to the table and takes a seat to watch the white guys using me. After a few minutes he unzips and pulls out a huge, thick cock and slowly strokes it as I continue to be used by the 2 white guys. The guy I'm sucking soon begins to moan and fills my mouth with his salty load of cum. He and I are both moaning as I hungrily swallow his str8 cum. This sets his buddy off as #2 now begins to groan and shoots his load of str8 cum deep inside me. He fills my ass and they both pull from me and climb off the bed. The tall black guy still just sits there, stroking his cock as the white guys dress and leave. The black man now stands and undresses. He's an incredibly handsome, (Think Billy D. Williams), muscular, hung black man in his late 50's. "How much you got in you?" he asks? "I have no idea", I say with a laugh. He laughs also and tells me to kneel on the edge of the bed. He's now naked and kneels behind me. He spreads my ass and licks at my hole. He spreads my ass wider and tells me to squeeze out some cum. I do as I'm told and he hungrily laps at my cum soaked asshole. Then he presses his face deep between my ass cheeks and begins to suck on my hole. He's hungrily draining my ass of all those loads of cum that have been deposited inside me. He's moaning with pleasure as he's feasting on my hole. While he's eating my ass, the door opens again and a young white kid comes in. He barely looks 20 years old. He's kind of a hippy type kid with a man-bun pulled to the back of his head. He's in running shorts and a tee shirt. I comes in and pulls out a 6" cock. He's stroking his cock as he watches the black daddy eating my hole. I motion for him to climb on the bed so I can suck his cock, but he shakes his head "No" and just stands there stroking. Black daddy now stands and slides his close to 10" cut cock into me. My ass is now quite sore, but he slides easily into me and I take some deep drags of poppers to lessen the pain of another giant cock in me. Black daddy now is fucking me hard and deep with his bbc. The white kid now comes over to black daddy and begins to suck on black daddies tits. Daddy is loving it. Soon the two are kissing as daddy continues to fuck me. I hear them whispering and soon see the young white kid undress. Daddy pulls out and the kid slide up into me. His cock is only about 6"s, but he's rock hard. He fucks me hard for just a few minutes, then I hear him groaning as he fills my ass with his load. He then pulls from me and Back Daddy again slams into me. Daddy fucks me for 4 or 5 minutes, then fills my ass with his load. By now, the kid has left and Daddy quickly dresses and leaves himself. That's it. I can't take anymore. Besides, my ass is ready to explode. It's been so used and abused, that the recent 2 loads of cum are begging to come out. I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet. As cum drops into the toilet, I hear the door open and close again. Damn! I forgot to lock it before going into the bathroom. Soon I see a white guy in his early 30's standing in the bathroom doorway. He unzips his pants and walks into the small bathroom and puts his soft cock up to my face. I'm sitting naked on the toilet as he presses his cock to my lips. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and he's staggering, almost falling as I take his cock into my mouth. Luckily the bathroom was small and he was able to brace himself against the wall as I sucked on him. He was so drunk that he couldn't get fully hard. I finally told him to go into the bedroom. He collapsed onto the bed and I again sucked on his cock. He got a bit harder. I sucked on his balls, lifted his legs and licked his asshole. But, it was evident he probably wasn't going to be able to cum. He was too drunk. Another guy came into the room. He was a black guy in his late 40's. He entered and quickly undressed as I sucked on the drunk guy. The black guy undressed and I moved to him to suck on his cock. He grew quickly to about 7"s and very thick. I glanced over to the drunk kid and he was passed out on my bed. I knelt next to him so that the black guy could fuck me, but drunk guy didn't even move. The black guy slid up into me. Fucking me hard and deep. My ass was really sore now, but I wasn't going to stop him. Even with the discomfort, he felt great inside me. Thankfully, he didn't take long to cum. Once the black guy had dumped his load in me, I tried to wake up the drunk guy on my bed. He would wake for a minute, then pass out again. I did get him to tell me he was staying at MGM. Thankfully that hotel was close by. Just on the other side of the freeway. I told the black guy that I was going to call a taxi to take the drunk guy back to MGM. I asked the black guy if he'd help me get drunk guy up and dressed. We both got him dressed and the black guy told me he was sending for an Uber to take him to Mirage. He said he'd drop drunk guy at MGM, so not to worry about it. When the Uber arrive and they both left, I finally pulled the duct tape from the door and locked the door. I downed a bottle of water and pulled the night lights from the sockets. I climbed into bed and took some deep breaths. I heard the door handle rattle a few times. There were a couple of knocks on the door the next hour or so, but I was done. I didn't have the energy for one more dick. This was undoubtedly the best cum party I've had in years. 3 days later, my hole is still sore. But, it was all worth it.

This is somewhat a true story. I had a job interview at a company for driving mail to the post office everyday. I got to be home daily which I loved. So on the day of my interview I arrive and the gentleman that greets me is definitely my type. Older probably in his 40's. I was only 23 at the time. Taller than me and I just got a vibe about him that he was gay. As he's talking to me about the job I couldn't really tell you what all he said because in my mind I was already in between his legs sucking his cock. So after a few minutes of talking I break out of my trance when he asks me if I have any questions. I just said no and as I was leaving he shook my hand and held my gaze for a few moments. My cock definitely twitched by this and I thought damn this is going to be torture working around this man. So I started the following Monday and for the first few weeks nothing really happened. I did steal a few glances when I could and my nights were spent jerking off to this man. After a few weeks of this I had to go to the bookstore because I needed cock bad. I got a booth and found a hot video of a Daddy and his boi fucking. I lowered my pants and started jerking off when someone enters my booth. I look up and it's my boss. Omg just seeing him standing there and I blew a huge load of cum all over myself. Then the real fun began with my boss.

Last night had this hot little rower come over. 21, 5'6, brunette, tight athlete body. He'd shared a couple of ass pics but nothing compared to it in person. big beefy light furry dusting of hair on his cheeks and hairless hole, and he was a strict bottom. love a juicy fat athlete cunt. i ate him out then flipped him over into doggy and spit on my dick, rubbed it in his crack a couple times then plunged in deep. he was loose and warm and i think i tasted lube when i ate him out, his ass was definitely already slick. i pumped in and out for about 2 minutes before i blew my load in him. i didn't tell him- just pulled out, fingered him deep where i had just planted my first load, then my dick got hard instantly and back into his sweet ass raw. i fucked him for a good hour, kissing and swapping saliva and sucking face the whole time. i flipped him on his back at one point but he was too loose in that position, my dick barely felt like it was inside. it was hot but i wanted to feel him squeezing his dick on my meat. fucked him mostly in doggy and i felt my first load getting frothy and slick with every pump. let him know i was close then busted inside and fucked it in for a few minutes. afterwards we both flipped over and i saw he had cum a few times while i was breeding him. then sent him off with my babies swimming inside him. slept pretty great last night.

Five loads later and Jason's body was limp and loose after being passed back and forth in the steam around the dirty older pigs. He couldn't hold a coherent thought together let alone speak as the last dick to fuck him slowly plopped out and a gush of liquid spilled out and dribbled down his leg. Jason dropped to the floor and his body slowly began crawling for the door, instinctively trying to get away from his tormentors however in moments he felt arms either side hoist him to his feet and walk him out the steam room into the cold corridor. “I think this dumb cunt pig needs a lie down before he starts having a G fit, how fucking much did you give him Sid you fucker” laughed one of his supports. “Just the right amount for a growing young lad” came the response from the steam room. “Right come with us, we will get you laid down and relaxed don't worry”. Came the voice next to Jason reassuringly. He leaned in and rested his head on this mans shoulder and found it bony and pointed. He was desperately seeking some sense of safety, completely not realising he wouldn't find any in one of the men who had just raped his hole. Jason was walked, well more dragged, through the red lit corridors, seeing various faces of men staring back at him with lust. All sorts of men were here, from big hairy brutes, to seedy looking twinks, smooth bloated bellies and skeletal bodies. They all had the same face in common however, a look of insatiable hunger. Jason was pushed into a room and was lifted into a sling suspended in the centre of this room. “Ssssssh lay back kid, don't worry we will get you sorted out, just relax and try and sleep it off” said one of his supports and he was helped further back into the sling and had his legs lifted and slowly secured into the straps. Jason slowly drifted towards the edge of unconsciousness as he slowly was rocked back and forward in the sling as multiple leather straps were wrapped around his legs and arms keeping him secure and in place. One of the men went into the corner and pressed a couple of buttons that help tilt and manoeuvre the sling so Jason's head was below his legs, making not only the blood slowly rush to his head, but ensuring his mouth and throat and arse were all at prime fucking height. Another button was pressed which slowly pulled the sling further apart stretching Jason's legs out further apart. He groaned as his fucked hole began to stretch open slightly and a gush of cum slopped out onto the floor. “Don't be an ungrateful pig now” said one of the captors as he scooped the discharge up in his fingers and shoved them into Jason's open mouth. Pushing them deep down the back of his throat ensuring that all the poz cum him and his friends had so kindly deposited didn't go to waste. The two men then looked at their sacrificial lamb, smiled and left as Jason slowly spun in the centre. Jason stared unawares up at the ceiling, his mind perplexed by the image he was seeing. The room was mirrored and his mind was trying to interpret the vision in front of him. His own body tied up swinging, suspended, naked. What was going on, where was he? Nothing was making sense. Slowly he could see in the reflection a body moving towards him. He tried to turn his head to see but his body couldn't seem able to do anything, so all he could do was watch the reflection in petrified silence as a voice muttered “well well well, looks like this little piggy has been having a good night already” Clive approached the body suspended in front of him and grabbed at one of the pale white legs and squeezed. “Beautiful pig aren't you. All smooth and youthful. Oh I remember those days”. Clive pushed two fingers into Jasons puffed hole and began pulling it apart. “Mmmmm still nice and tight” he whispered as he got closer and worked his tongue up deep inside “Mmmm and loaded as well. My own cream filled bun ready to eat” Jason's eyes bulged in fear as he motionlessly watched this riddled looking old man start to eat his hole, licking and slobbering and sucking on his ass lips. He watched in pure horror as the old man used such force his arse lips looked like they were being pulled inside out. Getting fuller and more like pussy lips. “Mmmm yeah you've got the small beginnings of a little rose bud there” the old man said as he licked the cum off his lips. “I hope I get a second taste before I leave”. Clive got to his feet and walked around Jason. “Now I've done a greedy thing and eaten all those loads from your hole, and that was wrong. So its only fair I share and return the favour.” Clive walked to Jason's face and turned around and began lowering his arse towards Jason's face. Aware of what he was seeing but unable to do anything Jason's eyes bulged in revulsion as he watched his old man pull apart his sagging arse cheeks to reveal more of a wound that a hole. It had lost any elasticity a long time ago and the hole had clearly been stretched so many times it was now a loose mess covered in blisters and bruises. “I've got a fair few stored in here for you, just as fresh” said Clive as he lowered his hole, feeling his sagging lips drop directly into Jason's unresponsive open mouth and then he grunted and pushed, filling Jason's mouth with a collection of randoms dirty loads. “Thats a good boy” said Clive as he stood up and turned back around. “Now eat up” he said as he closed Jason's mouth and held his head stroking his throat causing Jason to swallow at least 4 random loads that Clive had collected throughout the day. “Now I'm afraid thats not going to get you knocked up, but don't worry at least one of those loads came from a dick with a serious case of the drip so you are getting one special present at least” Clive winked as he gave Jason's nipple a good hard tweak. “You have a good night now you hear, and don't forget to save me some more loads for later” Clive walked out the room and passed a young twink who had been watching from the door way. They exchanged a smile and a nod and as Clive walked away the twink slid in. There was no small talk as the twink immediately went and took Jason's cock in his mouth and started sucking on it for all he had. His mouth formed a tight seal and sucked tighter and tighter. Jason was still lost in his own mind as his cock was being tormented by this twink. He had been sucked by girls before and whilst it had never been mind blowing it had been better than this. The twink grabbed Jason's balls and yanked on them hard, trying to choke himself on Jason's unresponsive dick. Realising he didnt have much chance the twink got up annoyed and went round to the Jason's mouth. “You better be ready to fuck me later” he spat into Jason's face,“I want your load and I'm going to get it”. Up close the twink was less cute boy and more a cracked out mess. His dry lips showed significant cold sores and the purple bags under his deep sunken eyes told a horror story. He lowered his face and planted a wet uncontrolled slobber into Jason's mouth, taking Jasons lip and biting down hard. Jason could taste something metallic but couldn't be sure if it was his own blood or the twink's coldsore covered mouth. The twink got up and walked out leaving Jason suspended slowly turning unable to move and lost in his thoughts. He felt sick, he felt empty and as he watched more bodies slowly fill the doorway, he knew this was just going to get worse.

Here are chapters 7 and 8, hope you like them:) I'll try to finish the final chapter this weekend. Seven. For the next week or so I kept thinking about Simon's text in which he said he had "helped move things along a little" between my boyfriend and Joel. Was he trying to get my boyfriend to cheat on me (again), with Joel? I was starting to think Simon liked corrupting people just for fun, and my boyfriend was next on his list. I saw my boyfriend Todd a few times that week, and everything seemed the same as usual. He didn't bring up Simon, or Joel (or what I'd done to him after the office party). Maybe Simon wasn't going to mess with my boyfriend after all, and I had nothing to worry about? I went out of town for a couple weeks to see family, and with all the usual family drama and exhaustion, I completely forgot about Simon's text, and everything else. I was glad to get back, and glad to see Todd again. We went to dinner and a movie, then back to his place for some drinks and some reunion sex. After that, we cuddled, and I listened to him tell me about work. Then he said, "Oh, and I saw your friend Simon." I immediately tensed up, disguising it (badly) as a cough. "Really?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Um, how?" "Oh, I bumped into him at that office party, when I was standing outside, and he was leaving. We swapped phone numbers." Standing outside, with Joel. So Simon had talked to them both. Anything was possible. "Oh great," I said, "So what did you guys do?" "Well the first time, we went rock-climbing, and then we went to the shooting range…oh, and then on Thursday I helped him pick up a couch he got for his place." Oh no, I thought, they'd seen each other three times already. And of course Simon had waited until I was out of town, and out of the way. "Oh that's great, honey," I lied. "Yeah," Todd said, "he's a real cool guy. And a mean shot." My boyfriend was as good as gone, I thought. For the next few days, I went back to obsessing over Simon, his text, and what he was doing to my boyfriend behind my back. Simon, meanwhile, seemed happier than ever, and a few times, I heard him singing as he walked past my window. I hadn't seen him since the party, and I texted him to see if he was free (and to get some answers), but he always said he was 'busy'. Anyway, I was getting home from work, which had gotten pretty stressful since that office party. Several times I ran into my boss's nephew Greg, who had tag-teamed me in an empty office with Simon that night, and who had just started working there (in HR, of all places); and of course Joel, who was after my boyfriend. Anyhow, that night when I arrived home, I stepped out of my car and walked to the lobby to check my mail. One of my neighbors was standing in front of his mailbox, reading his mail, and we smiled and nodded at each other. I opened my box, looked at my mail, threw the junk mail away, and…I noticed that my neighbor was staring at me. I looked up at him, and he had a dirty, lusty, mischievous smirk on his face—the same kind of smirk I'd seen on Simon and Greg at the party, right before they'd fucked me. Did I know this guy? He was Hispanic, a little older than me, about my height, sort of nondescript-looking. After a second, I recognized him as my neighbor from across the hall. He'd moved in a few months ago. But that didn't explain why he was looking at me like that. "Hi," I said tentatively, not really sure how to break the ice. My neighbor didn't say anything at first, he just kept looking at my body like he owned it, and then he started chuckling in a strange way, like I was reminding him of a dirty joke or something. "Hi," he finally said. Somehow he sounded a little sarcastic. Seriously, did I know this guy from somewhere else? He was starting to make me uncomfortable. He chuckled some more, then in his Spanish accent, he said, "I guess you don't recognize me, do you?" He kept smiling, and took a step toward me. In a quieter voice, he said, "Maybe you'd recognize my cock, hm? Maybe you'd recognize me if I were inside you, and you were…cómo se dice?…blindfolded?" And then it all made sense. My heart stopped for a second, and I breathed in sharply. This was the married stranger who'd been fucking me at Simon's place all those times. This is what Simon had meant, when he'd said the married guy "might not be a total stranger" to me. He lived right across the hall! Oh no, I'd gotten fucked by someone in my building without even knowing it. And, I'd seen this guy's family. This was so fucked up. "That's right," my married neighbor continued, "it's me who's been fucking you. And your ass is amazing." Then, in his seductive Spanish accent, he whispered, "I've given you so much of my cum. But it's been a while. Will you let me fuck you?" "I was…out of town," I said, weakly. "Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?" he again asked. I nodded obediently. What was I doing? "Good," he said quietly, with a big smile. "Come over tonight at eleven. You remember where I live?" I nodded again. "I'll leave the door cracked open. Don't knock. And don't wear cologne." I nodded a third time. He took another step toward me, leaned into my ear, and grabbed my ass. "I can't wait," he whispered, and then he walked off. I was in a daze for a few seconds. I'd finally seen the man who'd been fucking me all those times. And someone in my own building knew what I slut I was, and the kind of risky sex I had! I couldn't tell if I was more nervous, or turned on. Anyway, that night at 11 o'clock, I slipped out of my apartment, took two steps, and quietly pushed open my neighbor's door. He was standing in his kitchen with his shirt off, and he smiled at me, then reminded me to be quiet. I leaned the door closed again, then quietly walked over to the kitchen. As I got around the counter, I saw that my neighbor's cock was out, and hard already. He smiled as I walked toward him, then he pulled me in and kissed me, which surprised me. But he was a good kisser, and after a few seconds, I started to kiss back. He reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, and his hard cock pressed against my stomach. Then he gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, and guided his cock into my willing mouth. Initially he was careful not to make me gag, but eventually his cock head was all the way down my throat, until my nose was buried in his pubes. He sighed appreciatively. I had never done anything like this before—sucking off one of my neighbors, in his kitchen, with his family asleep in the next room. It felt so dangerous, and so slutty. I loved it. My neighbor pulled me to my feet, dropped my pants, turned me around, and bent me all the way over till I was grabbing my ankles. He could still see over the high counter, but I was completely out of sight. He slicked up my ass and his cock, then he slowly started to press in until his pubes were brushing up against my ass. I felt so full, but I held my breath so I didn't make any sound. Once he was in, he started to slowly fuck me, pushing his raw cock all the way in, then withdrawing almost completely out. He kept this up for a long time, and I could tell how much he liked it, and how focused on me he was. I wondered if he did this with other guys, or if I was the only one. I found myself getting turned on, thinking about him fucking other guys like this. Then he pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "You feel so good. I'm going to give you my leche soon, okay?" I nodded eagerly, begging him for it. I wanted his virile cum in me. I wanted him to own me. He pulled me in for another deep kiss, then pushed me back down till I was grabbing my ankles again. Then he started fucking me a little faster, careful not to slam into my ass or make any noise. It was hot knowing how much he was enjoying the fuck, and how much he wanted to just pound me, but hearing him stay perfectly quiet. After a few minutes of him fucking me fast, I felt him push all the way inside me and hold it there, and I felt his body jerk as he was racked with a powerful orgasm, as he held me there in place. I could tell he was holding his breath as he gave me yet another load of his married cum, and silently marking my ass as his again. After what seemed like a whole minute of him shooting inside me, he finally exhaled, and quietly caught his breath, slipped out of my cummy hole, pulled up his pants, and gave me a big smile when I stood up and looked at him. He had obviously enjoyed our secret fuck as much as I had, and he looked totally satisfied now. I smiled back at him as I pulled up my own pants, then I let him walk me to the door. He gave me another deep, passionate kiss, and another squeeze on the ass, then he opened the door and let me out into the hallway. As I walked back into my own apartment, I thought how funny it was that this married stranger looked so basic and average in public, like your typical, ho-hum family guy. But after dark, when everyone was asleep, he was either over at Simon's place, slamming his raw cock into my cummy hole, or he was silently fucking me bareback in his kitchen, giving me load number who-knows-how-many, never once asking about condoms or status. And no one would have guessed, just by looking at him. It was so wrong…and so hot. As I drifted off to sleep that night, thinking about my neighbor's cum still inside me, I wondered if I was starting to like being a slut, instead of just going along with it because it was what Simon wanted. I had definitely enjoyed my neighbor fucking me in his kitchen just now; and if Greg hadn't been my co-worker, I wouldn't have minded having his fat cock inside me again. I didn't totally understand what was happening to me, but maybe I was finally turning into the slut Simon wanted me to be.

I managed to avoid the gang for a while, mainly by pretending I was sick and avoiding the recreation hall. It couldn't last, of course, and I looked forward to my time with a strange mixture of fear and excitement - fear of being raped and pozzed, yet excitement at the degradation and the masochistic pleasure I was feeling. Whether it was in retaliation or just for fun, one of the gang slipped some dope in my cell. There were periodic checks, and I guess they tipped off the guards. They found it under my mattress and despite my protests they dragged me off to the punishment block. I'd heard bad things about this place and my blood ran cold as I was bundled through the door of the stone building and into an office where sat a small, ratty looking senior guard behind a desk. He grinned when the guard told him what had happened and I swear his hands shook with glee as he said. "This is the dirty little bastard came in a week ago and got knocked up by that faggot gang in the rec room, right?" The guard nodded and the one behind the desk just laughed. "The I've got just the punishment for him. Take him to the hole and put him in for a week." He looked at me with disgust. "You faggots are no better than animals. Well, time for you to swim in your perverted filth!" The guard dragged me through the door and into a small cubby hole. "Strip" He said, thumbs hooked in the belt around his fat stomach. I took off my clothes and he couldn't help licking his lips as he saw my young body. "Oh my," He said. "Are you in trouble now. With a body like that you are gonna be real popular!" And he gave a filthy laugh. Outside was a corridor and at the far end a metal door. The warder unlocked it and pulled it half open. It was pitch black inside, but the shaft of light from the door revealed it was crammed with naked, sweating bodies and the light glistened on the piss-soaked floor. The men inside shielded their eyes with filthy fingers as the guard said. "Good luck, kid." and pushed me inside. The door slammed shut and I could see nothing. It was hot and smelled of sweating bodies and piss and I was engulfed in sweating flesh as we were crammed into the small space. I tried to slide around the walls in the dark, tripping over bodies on the floor. I could hear moaning and gasping and the hairs stood up on my neck as I recognised the sounds of sex. What the hell was I going to do? I heard giggling too, and people jabbering madly and the sound of sobbing. It was like an insane asylum where people had been left naked in the dark and had descended to animals. Which is I guess what the warders intended. Suddenly a hand grabbed my ankle and I fell heavily to the floor which was writhing with naked bodies. Immediately I was engulfed, like a fly in a web as hands grabbed my arms and legs and faces pressed their lips to mine. "No...noooo!" I cried as I sank beneath the writhing, filthy tide of flesh but there was no escape. Helpless in their grip, unable to see anything in the pitch black, I could even scream as my knees were forced up to my chest as bearded face descended on mine and forced their tongue into my mouth I fat flabby flesh between my legs, hard fingers digging into my thighs and then a fat cock slid up me, it's entry made easy by the grease and cum smearing the veiny shaft. I gagged as he sank on to me, then sagged in surrender as he began to fuck me, kissing the bearded stranger and aghast at how excited this degrading experience was making me. There were bodies all round me, such that I was engulfed in sweating flesh as the unknown cock worked itself to a climax in me. The man grunted like a pig, shuddered and shot his load, then pulled out and I felt his sperm drip over my balls. Someone was lying beside me, large with heavy tits by the feel of him squashed against me. He pulled me by the arm and neck, and eager hands pulled my legs open and made me straddle his fat body. I felt hands scrabbling beneath my belly and over my sweating buttocks, and then his cock was grabbed and guided into my dripping arsehole. I groaned with pleasure and suddenly, like a revelation, saw myself impaled on a strangers cock, probably being infected by the time I left this hell-hole, and knowing I was sooo excited and enjoying my depravity. I moaned, leant forward and found his mouth with mine and reached back to spread my cheeks, allowing the fingers and tongues to find his cock where it slid in and out of me and gave myself up to pleasure...

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?”

Part XV I awoke startled that I had fallen asleep. I was across the seat of the picnic table and looking right at those first two guys who had been fucking. The first time I had ever seen anything like that. Wow. I had really drank way too much. As I started to get up, my new buddy, grabbed me and helped me get out from under that table and up on the seat. Whew, what a hot day. Then I remembered it all, or did I? I looked around and everything was just like it had been that first day. Surely, it was two days later. I looked at my phone and realized that it wasn't, it was the first day. What the hell kind of dreams did I have while passed out? I looked around and could not see anything different from what I remembered to start with, the same guys, same game, same couple on a blanket. OMG, it had all been a very strange dream. I guess the shock of seeing those two guys fucking and my drinking so much had really affected my mind somehow and nothing had actually happened at all. I got up and tucked my shirt in, which had come out while I was out. Slipped my shoes on which I had probably kicked off while sleeping. I told my new buddy that I had better get going. He told me thanks for everything and we will be here for the next couple of days if you want to stop back again. That did kind of sound weird somewhat, but I got in my car and headed for home. On the way I did wonder why my ass felt a little sore though and by the time I got home the back of my pants were getting damp for some reason too. I decided I had better stop the next day and ask if I had said or done anything strange while I was out of it. Oh, well, time for bed and and see if my dreams change or not?

Wow! I am writing this with what left of a load in my ass right now. A little about me: I always played safe, maybe a few 'slip ups' here and there over the years, but really only as a top. I was unsafe with BF's, but never really fantasized about cum in my ass with them; It was hot and all. Anyway, I love creampie porn and love swallowing. I never wanted to do PrEP either because I wasn't sure how it would be tolerated (I am a very healthy eater , someone anti-medicine, avoid antibiotics, flu shots , blah blah). Recently, been wanting to take loads, not even sure why this fantasy kept coming back. So, I went to the Dr. at my last checkup and got PrEP (was really nice about it, so happy I did, I learned that tolerance is good and appears safe). I've been waiting to take my first load. since I started PrEP. Not picky, but definitely knew I wanted it. I have some regulars but they are safe, and I respect that. So, I was on scruff and some guy from Omaha was visiting all week for work. We tried to meet up the other day but didn't work out. Today wasn't going to work either, until my plans got canceled so I sent him a message and we planned to meet. I did tell him I am neg, on prep and open to safe or raw. He mentioned condoms. Anyway, I get there and he was all hot lying in bed stroking his cock. He was like 30, 5'8 155, nice muscle guy. About 7". I poppered up and starting sucking him. He had a deep breathing voice (so hot!) and we did a lot of sucking and he was all into my ass, eating it and playing with it. He was rubbing his bare cock all over my ass. He had been spitting in my hole so it was getting hot and sloppy there. Finally, we started fucking. He put on a condom (Alas, I was disappointed but I respect that!). As we were fucking, he got close. I told him how bad I wanted his load in me (I was imagining it was going to shoot inside me as I always do when I'm getting fucked safely). I told him again I'm neg on prep and he pulled out, ripped off the condom and fucked the hell out of me even more. I kept begging for the load and he seemed to love that. Once I knew he was going to cum, I instantly came at the thought. I wasn't even touching myself, but I put my hand there to facilitate the rest. He pumped every drop into my hole. When I cleaned up, his jizz was all over the towel, it was already leaking out. I just got home now and squirted the rest onto some TP. Oh. My. God. I loved it. LOVE LOVE LOVE being a cum rag. So happy I am on PrEP!

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

Been making hella posts lately cuz I've been naughty and want to document my experiences. last night black guy from before wanted to come over. when i got home from class i got ready for him, ran some errands, then got back home around 9 so i could invite him over. wasn't answering my texts, but i had cleaned out so i hopped on grindr. talked to this guy i'd seen around for awhile and planned for him to come over. 25, 6'3, 7 inch perfectly thick cut of man meat. we went straight to bed and started sucking face, me on my back. he was really into choking me and slapping me, then he sucked his index and middle fingers and stuck them inside me to explore. felt fucking hot getting fingered by this stud while i was slowly squeezing precum out of his bare hot man meat. he started guiding himself in, i paused, took some poppers, and let him go to town. he was pretty rough at first but i talked through it with him and he ended up slowly sliding himself all the way in then all the way out. it felt fucking great. after about 20 minutes told him i couldn't keep edging myself and that i had to blow, so he pinned my hands back and started going in all the way. i think he hit my second hole. i couldnt help myself so i came hands free while he watched, he started cumming immediately. never been with a guy who yells when he cums but he was yelling pretty loud, and he worked that fucker into me for a good 5 minutes after. we kissed, smoked a few bowls and he was off. excited to see what tonight has in store

Not picky at all. In fact, the older, the sleazier and the uglier the top is, the more I like the depravity of spreading my legs and letting them breed me.

As Pavi pulled the taxi into a discreet location round the back of Oval tube station he turned to see his passenger passed out in the back. “Hey!..... Hey!” his thick accent shouted across the taxi. However Jason remained unresponsive in the back. Pavi got out the cab and walked around, stepping into a muddy mess on the ground and cursing under his breath. He slide the back door open and shouted again but still getting no response. Clambering into the back of the taxi he grabbed Jason and gave him a yank, causing the boy to rock in response but there was no conscious response. Pavi dug his hands into the boys pockets looking for his wallet, but could only find a clinic card which he shoved back in. He looked down at the young lad and licked his lips. He looked around and couldn't see anyone about. London never slept, but this little alley way did have any through traffic. He knew this lad was likely some pig trash, who couldn't hold his drink and drugs. He had picked up the type before from the Pig Palace. He hooked his fingers into the boys trackies and pulled them down revealing a rock hard dick and smooth skin. Pavi had no interest in dick. He wasn't a dirty queer. But if he wasnt getting paid for this journey he was at least going to get a good fuck. He rolled Jason over onto the floor of the taxi and pulled his trackies down. He sucked on two of his hairy fingers and dug up in-between the boys arse cheeks and found a sloppy loose hole waiting for him. “Dirty little bitch aren't you, with a nice sloppy pussy for me”. Unbuckling his trousers he let his belly pop out from under his tight white shirt and pulled his pants down revealing an ugly fat dick which he proceeded to shove hard into the boys guts. The taxi rocked back and forth as Pavi threw all his weight down on the unconcious Jason, slamming in and out of his wet hole. Pavi was muttering under his breath “Thats it you dirty little bitch, take my fucking dirty dick. You fucking slag, you sick dirty cunt, spreading your legs for any fucking dick. Take it you sick little cunt. Be a little bitch”. His belly was crushing Jason into the cab floor and with one hand Pavi grabbed Jasons hair raised his head off the floor and slammed it back down splitting his temple as he began to dump his load inside the wrecked pig cunt it was now becoming. Pavi rose and buckled his pants up. He grabbed his passenger by the ankle and dragged him out the taxi door, allowing him to slop into the muddy street. He propped him up by the wall but didn't bother readjusting his trackies, allowing the muddy water to pool around his torn arse hole cock and balls. A voice called out from further down the back of the alley “hey is he alright there”. Pavi quickly jumped back into the taxi and revved the engine, driving off splattering muddy water and muck behind him. A dishevelled man shuffled down the alleyway towards Jason. His wet clothes clung to him clearly having not avoided the rain himself. He looked around to be sure he wasn't being watched as he took the boys hand and began dragging him to the end of the alleyway. At the bottom was a crude and wet constructed den made out of cardboard and disused crates and pallets. The man dragged Jason underneath the tarp and closed it shut behind him. He stared down at his prize, licking his dirty finger and wiping the blood from the cut across Jasons forehead. Jasons cock was still engorged and the homeless man opened his mouth and lowered it down to take a nice long suck on this warm meat. Jasons polo was removed and slung towards the entrance of the little den and his trackies were pulled down around his ankles. The homeless man then removed his own clothes and clambered on top of the lads unconscious body, rubbing his dirty body up and down, longing for the touch of another warm body against his own, sucking and chewing on Jasons nipples and kissing his unresponsive face. He turned the body over and spread the lads hole open. He lunged into the sloppy mess chewing on the pussy lips in front of him scratching and tearing the tender skin with his bushy beard as he sucked and dragged the rosebud out. He grabbed his dick and gave it a few good hard wanks, squeezing out a disturbing discharge from his piss slit rubbing it around the head of his dirty cheesy dick before thrusting it balls deep into the mess in front of him. Considering this was the first fuck for many years he didn't last long blasting a hot dirty load deep into Jason's guts. Jason was rolled over once more across the dirty floor of the den and the naked homeless man jumped onto his prey and lowered his hole onto Jason's still hard dick. He awkwardly bucked up and down spreading his dirty arse all over Jason's engorged dick bending it back and forth. The painful twists and turns sparked life back into Jason who slowly began coming aware of his surroundings as he realised he had some naked unknown man riding him. “Fuck! FUCK!” Jason screamed as he shoved the homeless forcefully off his cock against one of the crates holding the den up. Jason twisted his body and began crawling towards the entrance of the den, trying to kick out the skeletal grip of the homeless man as he tried to hold his prey in place. “Wait dirty boy wait wait wait” he pleaded as he grabbed up Jasons kicking legs forcefully shoving two sharp nailed fingers up inside Jason's sloppy pussy. Fear and flight were kicking in as Jason bucked and kicked the attacker in the chest and face. He grabbed his polo shirt and managed to get to his feet pulling up his trackies and sprinting down the alleyway not looking back once as he reached the main road. Pulling his polo over his head he looked shocked and lost as he tried to figure out his surroundings. He tried to look for help in someone's face, in any of the passing strangers, however even in the best of time Londoners try not to get involved in other peoples lives, especially if that person looked in the state that Jason was. Auto pilot kicked in and Jason began walking through the streets towards home. Getting to his flat he searched for his keys but found his pockets empty other than a random business card. Emotionlessly he took the spare key from under the flower pot and let himself inside. He walked into the bathroom turned on the shower and got in. He fell to the floor and began to slowly cry as the recent events began to tumble away in his thoughts. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he knew was that his hole was in agony, his dick was hard and his own voice echoed in his memory “ give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig” ...what had he done?

Year to date totals: 293 unique donors (as far as I can determine - if it's an anon load, it's counted as unique), 489 total loads.

Jason had lost all sense of time as he hung in the sling being spun around and raped by dick after dick. Chants of “poz the pig!”, “Breed the bitch” and “Convert the cunt” echoed around the halls drawing more attention from the various perverts in the sauna, each approaching what had started as fresh meat and depositing more and more loads into his sloppy used cunt. Slowly but surely the crowds started to disperse leaving Jason alone in the mirrored room with one other lone man. He had stood apart from the fuck crowd, leaning against one of the walls watching all the action but not yet engaging. As Jason slowly spun, he caught a glance at the stranger and immediately noticed the difference in this man. Rather than being some old rotting corpse, this man was tall and muscled. Jason guessed he would have been referred to as a Daddy, and would have looked at home in some form of uniform or position of authority. He had a dusting of hair across his chest and abs, which looked moulded into his flesh. His legs were thick matched only by his arms which, even un-flexed, showed strong and clear definition. He walked up to Jason and grabbed a leg with a tight, strong grip holding the boy in place and stopping the swinging. “Looks like someone has been having a lot of fun this evening” the daddy said as he softly stroking the inside of Jason's leg, working up and down the smooth skin softly grazing the boys shrivelled balls. “Please”, Jason murmured “Please let me down, I just want to get out. This is all a mistake, I just want to go please”. A few tears dropped from Jason's eyes. No longer in a drug fuelled haze, the horror of the events were slowly catching up on him. The once hard, rough, rude boi from the day before had long gone, broken and replaced with a sad lost wreck, just desperate to hide and pray it was all a nightmare he would wake up from. “Now, now. There's no need for these tears” the Daddy said as he slowly stroked one up off Jason's cheek and ran it over the boys dried lips. You've been given a rough time but gotten over the worst of it. Now you can just start to enjoy yourself. I think it sounds like you need to just relax and enjoy yourself.” Jason started to plead “Please, Please just let me down from here, please I just want to get home, please I'm begging you man, please youre not like these other guys please, just, please just let me done please”. “Ssssssh sssssssssh, calm down.” and a finger was laid across Jasons lips with just a tiny amount of force to keep the lips in place. “Im not going to let you down but I am going to get you up”, and with that the Daddy removed his towel from around his waist. Strapped around his thigh was a thick leather band with several syringes secured in. The daddy removed one and gently tapped it looking at the fluid in the dull red light of the mirrored room. Walking over to Jason's secured arm he tapped on a vein and watched as Jason's eyes began to panic. “Wait, wait Wait!” pleaded Jason “Please don't whatever that is please don't stick me man please” but Jason had no means of escape strapped in place securely into the sling with no means of bucking or moving. Time immediately slowed to a crawl as Jason could only watch as the Daddy took one hand and tightly gripped his bicep in a powerful vice grip, whilst pushing the needle into his arm, pulling back the plunger slightly drawing a tiny amount of blood into the needle and then, satisfied, slowly depressing the plunging pushing the contents directly into Jason's vein. The Daddy unleashed his grip and took a step back as Jason's eyes bulged and he began coughing as the slam took its effect. His entire body lit up like the strip at Vegas, everything was bright lights colour and sensations, the mirrors were captivating dazzling shows as his eyes darted around the room, his ears capturing all the moans and groans of sex occurring around the building. Taking his opportunity the Daddy came close to Jason and ever so gently began to stroke his skin causing Jason to moan incoherently as his senses were in over drive. “Oh fuck oh fuck! OH FUCK” Jason pleaded as the Daddies fingers gently fluttered around the boys crotch, hips and then circled his puffy bruised and torn pussy lips. “I'm going to need you to get me hard boy” The daddy said as he slowly spun the sling around so Jasons head was at his crotch giving Jason a close up view of this mans meat for the first time. The Daddy's dick was built just like the man. Huge and thick. Jason without thought opened his mouth as the the daddy took his tool and began shoving it into Jason's mouth, though it barely made it past the lips considering the thickness and the tight fit of the boys mouth. He leaned forward pushing more of this cock along Jasons teeth hitting the back of his throat. He still had another 6 inches to try and get in the boy but he knew it wasnt going to happen without dislocating the boys jaw. Perhaps fun for another day but not here, so slowly he dragged his cock back out, as Jason gasped or breath eyes bulging and colour slowly returning to his chalky white face. “Huh I must have been in there longer than I thought” mused the daddy as he spun Jason back around and looked at the hole. Even with all those dirty loads this was going to stretch the little pig past breaking point. But it seemed he wanted it. As the Daddy circled his large mushroom head around the puffy lips, Jason was groaning and moaning with the sensation. “Do you want this boy” said the daddy as he slowly began to spread the lips with his dick. Moans and groans were escaping Jason's lips but it was incoherent. “I said do you want this boy” said the daddy a little louder with a bit more aggression. Jason looked up, eyes as wide as saucers staring blankly in response. A sharp sudden pain threw light across Jason's vision snapping him back to a sense of reality as the Daddy threw his open palm across his cheek. “Yes” Jason muttered. “Yes I want it”. “Yes what?” another open palm slammed across Jasons cheek. “OW Fuck! Yes Sir, yes I want it” “You want my poz load boy” “Yes sir” Jason replied less sure of himself, but not wanting another blow. The daddy slowly pushed forward, pushing another few inches into Jason's hole. Jason's head threw back as he screamed out. His hole had been fucked mercilessly but that was by many an average sized dick. This was like a baseball bat being pushed deep into his hole, he could feel his skin being stretched, stretched beyond its limits and it felt like he was being torn apart. The Daddy kept pushing until he hit some resistance. “second door” mused the daddy “best knock hard” as he pulled back and then pushed forward with a force, smashing the virginity of Jason's second rectum wide apart, pushing deeper and deeper inside, not stopping until his big heavy balls bashed against Jason's soft dick. The Daddy held still pulsing his thick cock inside Jason's hole with one hand over his mouth letting the boy muffled screams slowly die down. The daddy slowly began to draw his hips back and made small motions gently getting the boy used to the fucking motion. All these other patrons had been having their dirty fun, but none of them knew how to truly break a pig. To so many of them it was about dumping their loads, passing on their bugs, making them feel like they had control over someone vulnerable. But thats not the way to truly break someone. You had to make them want it. Make them need it. As the Daddy's thrust became longer and longer the moans and sobs underneath his hand were becoming softer in volume and pitch. As he withdrew his hand, the boy in front of him was slowly fading and the pig was revealing itself. “Ugh oh fuck, fuck sir, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK” Each time Daddy pulled back, he came back a little bit further giving him a harder deeper thrust, over and over again until he was eventually thrusting his entire thick 13 inch dick back and forth into the greedy pig who was begging for it. “Thats it pig beg me for my load” “Yes god yes sir, please dont stop, fuck give it to me sir” babbled the drugged Jason as the sensations in his hole overwhelmed all other sense. “You want to get my bug? You want me to charge you up you filthy pig” “Yes I want your bug, give it to me sir, charge me up, charge this dirty pig, I want your bug sir I need your bug” The words coming out of Jason's mouth had no meaning to him. In essence he was just repeating back like an automated machine. Chemmed up and in stimulated overdrive he had no self control or understanding, not that it would make much difference as he bellowed out in ecstasy as the Daddy took one final deep thrust and began pumping his 4 day load deep inside the bowels of the newly discovered pig. Jason's eyes rolled back slightly in sheer bliss as he felt each pump, he shot of the toxic juice flooding his insides. Slowly the Daddy pulled back and let the first rectum snap shut trapping the deadly load deep inside. Next he pulled back further allowing his softening dick to snake its way and plop out of the truly fucked and trashed hole. “You're doing well for someone new to this. I think you've found a new hobby” laughed the daddy as he admired his work and gently squeezed the juicy lips. “But still looks like there is more work that can be done here. So lets get you down”. The Daddy went around the sling unbuckling the various straps and lifting Jason down onto the ground. Jason immediately collapsed to the floor, his knees buckling under him. “Come with me boy, I've got something special planned for you now” said the daddy as he scooped the little pig up into his chest cradling him in between his thick arms. Walking through the admiring crowd around the door turning down the hall walking further into the darkness ahead.

Just took 2 loads from a hot executive stud in town for meetings. We fucked for about an hour and asked if his buddy he was traveling with for work could join. Seemed a bit awkward, but hey it's another man to please and load to fill me up. Probably going to fuck again all night tomorrow.

Fuck, man, you have the best adventures! Thanks for always keeping us posted

Taking My First Poz Load. Watcb "Taking My First Poz Load." on PornHub Hi friends. I'm super excited to share with you the first clip I've uploaded to PornHub. It was filmed in 2014 when I sought out a friend of mine who I knew was HIV+ to come over and breed me. The original footage was captured in portrait, and when uploaded for the first time ended up being distorted. I took it down, polished it up, and am excited to be presenting my first public video online. Let me know what you think, and what kind of clip should I upload next?

Many moons ago, back when I was 24 I went to Miami Beach with a buddy of mine for a long weekend. It was the mid-90s and South Beach was about to peak as one of the major club/party capitols of the world. My bud and I were both single at the time and I had always used condoms. One night we headed out to Warsaw, which was one of the hot spots at the time. It was packed and HOT - as in 100 degrees, as well as filled up with sexy men. We tossed back a few drinks and started to check the place out. A couple more drinks and we're feeling pretty good and hit the dance floor. That didn't last long since it was so hot and crowded. I told my friend to stay there while I took a piss and I'd be right back. Naturally, there was a line for the restroom. The two guys in front of me were hot as fuck - Brazilian - gorgeous skin, ripped bodies. We cruised each other while inline and I could see how hung one of them was because he had an enormous bulge..... Once we got up to the front, they skipped the urinals and went to one of the end stalls. I followed a few steps behind. My heart was racing, my cock was hard and my hole was twitching. I knew I had to taste that big dick. They both quickly entered the end stall.....left it cracked, and i gently opened the stall door. I was fully prepared to act all apologetic, etc. But they motioned me in and locked the latch. It was a tight fit, but my hand immediately found the buttons to donkey dick's pants and let that monster plop free. His buddy just grinned. And then he pushed my head down to taste it. It was a huge uncut dick and just kept growing and throbbing and leaking precum. Good thing the club music was blaring, otherwise it would've been even more obvious. I'm gagging on this uncut knob and tug my own jeans down so i can work my cock. And use my other hand to work buddy #2's dick. Also nice, by the way. Just not as thick as the monster. Poppers were sniffed....fingers began exploring my hole....precum was intoxicating my tongue. I wanted fucked but didn't have a condom. Asked the guys if either of them did and they shook their heads no. More poppers. Before I knew it, i got up from my knees, turned around, bent over slightly and leaned back into that bareback monster cock. It was such an intense feeling. Obviously, because of the thick cock on this hot man. But, also because he was about to breed me and I didn't even know his name. Or if he was even from Brazil. I didn't fucking care. I took his nut deep and drained his buddy down my throat. Another first.... We exited the stall to wash hands and wipe the sweat (and cum, in my case) from our bodies. They invited me back to their hotel and my hole twitched like crazy. I accepted.....got my friend's attention and waved a 'goodbye'. He saw the hot fuckers i was with, smirked a bit and went back to his conquest.

I always shoot balls deep...that way the bottom can feel my cock pulsing and my wad hitting their pussy walls.

I had to hang up the phone at that moment. I knew if I kept listening I would go to gabe’s room instead of Luke’s and I was already hard as a rock. I needed some more cum sloppy hole. When I got home I saw several cars in the front, recognized Jesse’s truck, but not the others. I pulled into the garage and started heading into the house. There was still the smell of cum in the house. I assumed from Jake but was hoping it was all my boy’s sweaty, musky, cum soaked sheets, holes and lives. I headed toward Luke’s room. As I walked in I saw him in all of his glory. Short blonde boy with the perky little ass. Blonde body hair, Short blonde hair on top. I was staring at his perky ass as he kneeled on the bed. he was jacking off into a wine glass as he faced away from me. There was already a good amount of a creamy white milky substance filling the glass about a fourth of the way. As I entered he started to shoot his load into the glass. He always shoots large milky loads that taste great. As it hits the the glass I notice he is trying desperately to hold all the cum in his hole in but his orgasm is causing his hole to pulse and want to squirt cum out. I dive for it and start licking his hole. His body is shaking from his orgasm. I’m lapping at all the cum I can find around his hole. After 5 or 6 good squirts out of his dick and ass the shaking calms a bit and he pulls the ass away from my lips and hands me the wine glass. “I wanted to have this sitting on my back while I was laid out when you walked in so you could pour it on top of my ass. I’m sorry David.” I smiled as I took the glass and instead of pouring it on his ass I poured the cum cream straight into my mouth. Savored the funk, the tang, and the joy this boy has brought me. I pushed it into every corner of my mouth so the flavor would stay and then I kissed him. I forced my whole body against him. I fell on top of him and felt his massive pecs, and nipples I love to chew on till they bleed with my hands and started tugging on them hard. I then felt him reaching away from me toward his nightstand. He had was looked like a small insulated lunch box over there. “I have something else for you sir.” “Oh?” I said, as I let him free a bit to go to the box. He rolled over under me and grabed at the box. He opened it and handed me a shot glass full of frozen cum. “You made a devil’s dick?” “I had to do anything I could think of. The cold helps keep me tight when you fuck too.” “How many loads have you had?” “I lost count Sir, I started out at the bar and got a few of my regulars to give me a few in the bathroom, and had them pass my name around to anyone that would think they wanted to fuck me. That got me up to like 10. Oh fuck” He said as pushed me fingers into his well fucked hole. “I also sent a message to one of my friends at a frat on campus. He knows…mmmmmhhhhh….how I love cum. So I told him to gather as much as he could. He said they were having a party that….fuck….night.” I was digging in his hold hard, enjoying how warm and sloppy it was. I knew when I added the devils dick he would tighten and I would want to fuck hard and fast so I wanted to hear his whole story first. “So he challenged all the older brothers to see who could fuck the most, girls or guys he didn’t care but they had to bring a tied off condom to prove it. Then he sent all the pledges….Oh shit that is stretching it a lot david……um…..he sent all the pledges to the basement with a economy pack of condoms and said they weren’t allowed at the party till they filled all of them up with loads. He said it was so the older guys could get laid, not the pledges. Oh fuck David please take my hole. You own it.” “I will when I’m ready Luke. You are telling me a story. I know 4 fingers feels big in your hole boy, but I’m just playing in it. “ “Well I kept getting fucked. I had all kinds of regulars. Only down side is a lot of them wanted to piss in me too.” “Did you let them?” “One at the bar did before I could stop him.” “Awww, poor baby” I said as I punched on his prostate. He was squirming and moaning. “I had to drink a lot of piss to keep them from piss fucking me.” “That makes me happy” “Thank you sir. I found a few large dicks to fuck me this late last night and had be waiting on the frat boy…..oh god…. condoms. My friend made me go pick them up about 5 this morning. He fucked me really hard…..harder….. and gave my hole as a reward to winner of the fuck contest. He then poured probably 30 of the condoms in my…..fuck…… hole and set me home with the rest. I then had to drink all of his piss….shit when you spread your fingers out in me it makes me wanna scream…. He had drank a lot of beer. I was belching piss breath and leaking cum out my hole as I was trying to leave, but he rang out the walk of shame bell and told the pledges to catch me out side. They did. None of them wanted to fuck me but they all pissed on me and and I swallowed as much as I could.” “You are such a hot little slut Luke” “I do it all for you david.” I couldn’t take it any longer and slide the devils dick into his hole through the palm of my hand with my fingers still in his hole. He actually screamed then. His whole body tensed around my hand. I pushed the devils dick right against his prostate. He was hard again at that. “So I was tasting frat cum this morning?” “Yes sir” He said through gritted teeth. “Nice, You should have mention” I said as stretched my fingers in his hole yet again. He whined. “I wanted to play fair sir” He said as he squirmed. “And you did.” I couldn’t take it any longer. I took my hand out of his ass and started licking my fingers as I stared at his gapped cum shine covered hole. Stuck in all that fine blonde ass hair. I slapped his ass for all I was worth with the hand that wasn’t in my mouth. He winced and tried to close his hole, which he did but as he relaxed so did his hole. That was it. I lined up my cock and shoved it in. I hit the devils dick on my way in and it felt exhilarating but also calmed my orgasm a bit. Luke just grunted. I was going to enjoy this. “So no leather, vinyl, or kicking stuff like jake tried?” “I know those only work if you are in the mood for them. I hoped a perfect blonde cum leaking hole and what I hoped would be an endless supply of cum would put me over edge.” “Your hole is delicious, and a walking orgasm to look at. Now we just have to see how it fucks in this condition.” “Well I ….hope….sir.” I started sawing on his ass, enjoying the slime coving my dick and watching it froth in this beautiful hole. Feeling my dick warming and melting the devils dick. I started smacking his ass to feel his hole tighten on my dick for quick flashes. Then I leaned forward over my boy and reached for his nipples. I grabbed onto the biggest and best nipple I had ever seen on a blonde boy and tugged as if my life depended on it. He screamed and his hole finally tightened enough for me to truly fuck and not just play around in. Every time I would pull he would scream but it would turn into a moan. I was in heaven and knew I could go for a while if I slowed down or just plant my seed I wanted to so bad since the moment I tasted his hole at breakfast. I started picking up speed when luke lunged back impaling himself on my dick and wouldn’t let me get up to speed to unload in him. “I’m not ready to be judged yet.” He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a small sports bottle full of what looked like creamy lube. He pushed me on my back and started to ride my cock. I could feel the cum sliding out of his ass and down my balls and taint. It was so hot. He then turned the sports bottle over and started squirting it into my mouth. It was more cum. He was trying to drowned me in it it seemed. I was swallowing as fast as I could and he was riding for all he was worth. Here I was staring at a hot blondes chest as I try to rip off his nipples as he is riding my cock and feeding me cum. It took no time. I heard the bottle give a squelch telling me it was almost empty and that was it. I started to flood his guts. I came so hard in his hole that breathing and swallowing wasn’t possible. My choking and sputtering and feeling me cum in his hole seemed to throw him over the cliff again. I felt him spasming on my cock as his cock tried to shoot what little juice it had left in it on my chest. My face was a cummy mess from trying to breath and swallow and my balls, ass, and legs were sitting in a puddle of Lukes ass mess and I couldn’t be happier. Fuck was all I could think.

Part 3: “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. He had warned me - repeatedly. He had told me I would cry, scream, and try to run. That’s why I was tied down like a hostage for this BBC with rough, coarse rope around my wrists and ankles, keeping me from crawling off the bed in in his house in the Shaw neighborhood and fleeing home. I still didn’t know his name - he was my BB guide, the bouncer from the sex party, and my pimp for the street and homeless dick he made me take and for slutting me out to the crackheads during the Ring of Fire. Now, the only ring burning was my ass - my ass, my rectum, and it felt like two feet of my lower intestines had all been scorched to death. His big hands closed tight around my throat cutting off my air as he brutally rammed his elephant penis deeper and split me wider, making me bleed like the crime victim I was. I gasped for air as my crackhead rapist told me again, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN.” I needed my bottle of cocaine, or more of the crack, and tried to ask for it, but his fingers entwined, cutting off all but the faintest sounds. He chuckled, “You awake now huh? I told you that you would be unconscious for the first round. You need that glass pipe? I know you do, but in a minute. Right now it’s all about me and how I’m breaking your pussy’s walls down. I’m gonna make sure you get fucked until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” This must be what it feels like to get fisted I thought. I mean I had taken some big - no some HUGE - dicks since I followed this BBC into the dark streets of DC, but nothing like this. Even Nathan, the smelly bull of a man who had helped bring me back to his house, didn’t fully compare. He was big, but my rapist was far larger - dick and body! He was tall, stocky, rough and thuggish with a full beard and while he was smoking a cigarette when I first met him at the Speed Breeding sex party, crack was his drug of choice - and apparently was mine now too since he had taken my bottle of cocaine. “FEEL THAT? I’M SPLITTING THAT PUSSY OPEN DEEP, MAKING THAT HOLE LIKE THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON! MAKING IT GOOD AND BLOODY SO THAT PUSSY DON’T GET PREGNANT. WELL, IT WILL, BUT WITH...NO MATTER. MY MAN NATHAN’S BEEN OUT ON THE STREETS AND ROUND THE CORNER AT THE TRAP HOUSE. I GOT A ROOM FULL OF CRACK HIGH FUCKERS DOWN STAIRS WAITING TO USE THIS RAW PUSSY - WAITING TO FUCK YOU LIKE THE CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. YOU KNOW WHAT THE PRICE IS TO FUCK YOU? TO FUCK YOU RAW EVEN? A ROCK - A $5 ROCK OF CRACK. EVERY DIRTY, HOMELESS, DUDE IN THIS HALF THE CITY WILL BE SWINGING BY, STAINING MY SHEETS, AND MARKING THAT PUSSY WITH THEIR FILTH - ALL FOR A FUCKING MEASLY $5 ROCK. THAT’S THE KIND OF CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. BUT FIRST, THAT WHITE CRACK PUSSY ASS IS MINE - CHOKING YOU OUT BITCH BOY AS I RAPE THAT SHIT GOOD! CHOKING YOU OUT AS I SPLIT THAT PUSSY AND GIVE YOU MY ELEPHANT BABIES - OH FUCK YES! FEEL THEM BABY SWIMMERS? MY LIL’NICCA’S SWIM DEEP! BREEDING YOU RAW WHORE - FUCKING WHORE - BREEDING YOU!!” I came awake to a rattling sound, close to my left ear. I squinted, took a breath, opened my eyes and there was my BBC rapist, his elephant dick hanging south, floppy, wrinkled, dark, and ominous. He was bent over shaking a red FOLGERS coffee can back and forth. He smiled, “Hear them rocks? Look at this? All them horny fucks downstairs are willing to trade this high for a dip in that bloody pussy. Look? Tumbling rocks, round and round. Fuck that whore pussy was good and I cummed so deep in you I bet you swallowed some nutt the same time I shot it Right? Here - since you was so good, shift your head, hit this pipe, I want you lit as fuck like a God-damn lighthouse so that pussy eats those black dicks up! You are a worthless white crack whore made to serve you black superiors. You know it’s true. I felt that pussy worshipping my black dick, finally knowing it was being used the way it was supposed to.” My ass felt like hot coals had been stuffed inside me and it burned. I tried shifting, but the ropes tying me to the bed meant about the only thing I could do was shift my head from one side to the other. I welcomed the hot glass pipe, the acrid smoke of the crack as it scalded my lungs. “What’s that?” my rapist asked, “You gotta piss? Go ahead. A real trap house crack whore pisses where they lay. You think these guys care? Hell, I expect a few will add to it. Come on now, finish this rock off as you got guys waiting.” Once I exhaled my final hit, my BBC host quickly changed how my legs were tied and instead of having them closed together, he wound the rope around each ankle separately and tied them down to each corner of the bed so my body was staked out in a big X. My host hollered down to Nathan who I gathered was acting as door man. As foot steps sounded on the stairs, my BBC host pulled his dirty white underwear on, dragged a chair across the wood floor, sat down, placed the FOLGERS can by his foot, and lit a fresh rock. He smiled, “Time for the show. Oh don’t worry, Nathan’s got another can downstairs to collect the payment from anyone else who shows. Word will spread once these first couple of guys fuck you about the gang rape going down. Every smoka within a dozen blocks will be heading this way to get off. The rock is good, but as you know, makes you horny as shit and most of these guys have to suffer. Well now you are here to offer relief.” Voices sounded at the door, a couple men entered, someone asked if they could smoke, someone else asked if I was still alive, another man said he didn’t want to be identified later to the cops. Well my rapist assured them they could smoke all they wanted, yes I was alive and pussy ready, and well for the latter, he grabbed a pair of his well stained underwear out of the hamper and slid them over the top of my head so they covered my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth open for the pipe. They all laughed, he then set the glass pipe to my lips and told me to suck the crack smoke up. As I did he said to the assembled crowd, “See, just as promised. A crackhead whore ready for those dicks and that pussy is open and already on its period and I want to see some no mercy fucks and all that cum shoots inside the hole.” Crack smoke and the sounds of crackhead dick raping my ass filled the room as dirty, raw, anonymous dick took turns using me. The men were all shapes and sizes as were their dicks. I never saw a one of them, so don’t know if they were all BBC or what - didn’t matter - their dicks were raw and intent on breeding me. After the first couple of guys fucked and left, someone in the next group mentioned how the sheets were awful bloody. My host just laughed, blew out his pipe smoke, and told them, “Yeah, the whore tried to back out on promises made so I had to bust that cherry, teach him a lesson, make sure he learned to obey. I permanently damaged and rearranged that pussy for sure, just made it better for you niccas to use. So you going to keep asking questions or you here to fuck? There are no refunds. Jesus, maybe trying to arrange a Ring of Fire at home was a mistake. Do I need to drag this whore back up town?” I didn’t exactly remember it happening like that, but had little time to ponder a response before the next man mounted me. I tried keeping count but lost track after 2 - the crack made it so all my mind focused on was getting dicked. “How’s that hole feeling?” my BBC rapist asked, “Don’t start fading on me yet. You ain’t done. Here, hit the pipe, that’s it - hell yeah - you a fuckin rock star whore now working that pipe no handed. You know watching every nicca nutt drop just makes me horny and I can’t wait to tear that pussy up again. Ah, here comes an old smoke buddy. How’s it hangin man?” The guy who entered had a voice that was on the edge of being non-masculine and replied, “Good, good, all good. Folks down the way said you was whoring out some white ass. You know me; I’m always down for pounding a good ass especially when my woman won’t let me in her no more cause of all I’m carrying. Hell man - that pussy looks wet - how many niccas already been up in there? Really? You too? Shit! OK if I wipe it off. I like it dry and firm so I know the whore can feel me.” Someone’s hand began wiping my butt, my crack, my hole, my inner thighs with a towel. The latest guy then said, “Yo, you taken him to Union Station yet? You know those East side guys don’t come this way and bet they would enjoy some fresh twat. They’d mob that shit right.” All conversation ended then as the new man got on the bed, adjusted himself, and got to work. I grunted as he was pretty big, but it felt so fucking good. I tried lifting my hips up, but the ropes prevented it, so I just laid there and enjoyed the ride. Once he had finished, my BBC host followed the guy down the stairs. I could hear voices faintly coming from below and my hole twitched. I needed dick - and some more crack. I heard footsteps on the stairs, at least two men, someone sat in the chair - my rapist. “Well whore,” he said with a sigh like he had just gotten off a long day’s worth of work, “The cathouse is closed for the moment. Fuck that was a good run you fucking slut. Let the whore up.” I could tell it was Nathan untying the ropes on my wrists from his smell. Just like the crack, it was intoxicating and I could taste the foulness in the air. All the ropes loosened, I couldn’t move, my pimp knew what to do as he and Nathan began rubbing my limbs, “No worries. No worries at all. Just takes a minute to get all the blood flowing again, then you hit the pipe and you’ll be ready.” I doubted that. Seriously. I had just been gang raped - again - and I hurt. There was no fucking way! OK - spoiler - famous last words. I rolled over and with Nathan’s help sat up on the edge of the bed. I tore the dirty underwear off my face and my BBC host who was now sitting in the chair laughed and hit his pipe. The smoke swirled, I leaned forward and sniffed the rank air - I needed a hit. He set the pipe down, got down on one knee and with a screwdriver pried up one of the floor boards. He then eased up another, set them to the side, and smiled as he shook the Folgers can at me that had part of the stash of crack rock in it. The payment for my ass from the druggies. “No worries,” he said, “Nathan’s got the other can around, plenty to keep us twisted and going. This is just a little something for later for all my trouble.” His trouble? I did all the fucking work! I winced as I turned and saw the bloody, wet stained sheets, then the red, scrapes around my wrists and ankles. My host held out the pipe, swirled the flame as I sucked in the smoke, let me hit a few times more and noted, “This will ease any discomfort. I’ll get some ointment for those rope burns. In between sessions they’ll scab, peel, the skin will thicken up and toughen.” What did he mean in between sessions? I asked that question when he came back and kneeled on the floor in front of me. I got a good cuff to the head and he snarled, “You better learn now whore. You’ve become a gang rape pussy and every day I plan to tie you up on the bed, maybe at the park, or someplace else and let one nasty nicca after another fuck that ass to keep it good and open for me. I know you’d obey and probably do it anyways for these pipes I got, but I like that shit too - so it ain’t about you.” After some ointment was applied and gauze was wrapped around the rope marks, my host sat back in the chair and fed me the pipe again. Nathan was naked now, his dirty fingers jacking his long, hard dick. He paused long enough to hit the pipe, passed it back to my host who put in a fresh rock and the three of us quickly smoked it down. A new rock was being placed in the pipe when I stood up, eased in front of Nathan, he moved his hand, I reached back, grabbed his dick, and tried sitting on it. My hole was a little dry. Nathan reached his right hand between us and used his long fingernails to scratch my hole to get it wet. I pushed back; his dick filled my ring and kept going, and I pushed harder, “RAPE MY HOLE! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK IT HARD - NOW - NOW! GIVE ME THAT BULL DICK!” I begged. Nathan laughed, held me in a bear hug and let me ride his BBC. He was enjoying it, “DIGGING YOUR DITCH OUT BITCH! FILLING THAT PUSSY UP - COME ON - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT IF YOU WANT THIS NUTT IN THAT WHORE ASS!” Our host had set the pipe down and was watching the show. His elephant dick was out and hanging down like a big trunk with a cold as snot dripped from the end. I met his eyes and smiled with a ‘let’s see what you got’ smirk so he would know I was up for any challenges. I could feel Nathan trying to pick up speed underneath me and his balls were riding high. Before he could release his bull seed I took advantage of his distraction, grabbed his hands, pried them apart, stood up and leaned forward pulling myself of his dick that was right at the edge of blowing his load. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING?” he exclaimed. I turned, grabbed my BBC host’s dick and self-raped my hole by pushing it into me with no lube except the precum he was drooling and the wetness Nathan had created. The pain was fierce and I squatted back as deep as it would go on the initial thrust, which was not that far and before he could react I let go of his dick, turned, and pushed back onto Nathan’s who laughed. I bounced a few times and jumped back on our host. Nathan snarled, “RAPE THAT WHORE PUSSY!” My host stood up, pushing his dick deeper into my ass as he stepped forward, leaning me into Nathan. I reached down and grabbed Nathan’s big dick and held onto it as he kissed me, while my host began raping my hole. I was moaning and trying to scream from the pain of being split open again, but my rapist’s hands found my throat and squeezed tighter, tighter, and as he started slam fucking me with his elephant dick he bellowed, “FUCKING CRACK WHORE! TAKING MY BIG DICK - ALL THAT DIRTY NICCA CUM IN THERE - NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET IT GOOD. LIGHTS OUT WHORE! FUCKING LIGHTS OUT BITCH CUNT! YEAH TOO MUCH DICK AIN’T IT - I’LL BREAK THAT FUCKING WIND PIPE TO GET MY NUTT IF I HAVE TOO - LIGHTS…” Light flooded my eyes as I moaned. My BBC rapist was on my back now. He had me laid out on the bed, face down, as he held my hips and pounded my hole. Suddenly his body froze, he grunted, and I could feel his long dick ejaculating deep inside me. His black shaft twitched, pulsed, and skittered as it unloaded. He let out a big sigh, slid his body back, leaving a trail of elephant dick sperm as my open hole gaped in abandonment. “STAY THERE. NATHAN HERE’S GOING TO GET SLOPPY SECONDS. WHEN HE’S DONE, COME DOWN STAIRS. I’M HUNGRY AND YOU NEED TO FIX US SOMETHING.” Nathan wasted no time mounting me and took his time enjoying my wide open ass and telling me how his dirty dick was going to push more cum inside me. Once his carnal lust was sated, Nathan climbed off me, gave my ass a good slap, and left me on the bed. I reached back, touched my busted hole, felt the slithering man seed spilling out, coated my finger and licked it clean. Pure masculine essence! My host was right; it hurt to walk. Every step was like someone flicking a lighter inside my ass and guts. I eased down the stairs to find the two BBC sitting in the living room, crack pipes in hand, smiling at my tender-footed approach. I went over to my host to ask for a hit on the pipe and just got a smile and a negative nod along with jerk of his head towards the kitchen. A few minutes later I was back, handed off the plates with their sandwiches, and eased down onto the floor by my host’s feet. He tapped my shoulder, held the pipe so I could hit it, and I relaxed back against his legs. A few more hits and I was eyeing his elephant dick and looking at Nathan, wondering which one I could entice to stick it back in me. There was a knock - faint at first then firmer. “Get the door,” my host ordered. I got up, walked into the hall and before I opened the door paused, and thought maybe I should find some clothes first. The knock was louder now and a voice hollered from the living room, “GET THE FUCKING DOOR!” I eased the door open a crack, then wide enough to let the guy in. He nervously looked around, saw I was totally nude, his eyes got big then he smiled. He was white, 40s maybe and looked like a 1970s porn star or the Marlboro Man, with long greasy black hair combed straight back and a big thick mustache that hung down the sides of his mouth. His cheeks were sunk in, his skin pock marked, and he had dark circles under his eyes that made him look part Raccoon. My host stepped out wearing his dirty white underwear and asked, “Yeah?” The white guy hemmed, hawed, and his hand shook as he held out a big chunk of crack. A smile and a quick set of orders followed, “Just take it here, in the hall. And from now on, anyone else who comes knocking don’t bother me if all they want is pussy. You take their rock, then take their nutt. Fuck them right here in the hall like a real whore.” I was left in the hall with the white guy who quickly fumbled his dick out. What a let down, after having those two giant BBC up in me. But the guy got hard quick so I leaned forward, steadied myself against the wall, and let him stick his crusty dick in and give me a quick nutt. Through the evening I greeted the few other stragglers who showed up at the door like the crack whore I was. They plugged me right there in the front hall with raw pipe for a chunk of rock, which I then offered to my BBC host and Nathan. No matter what I did though, they both held off breeding me again and it was driving me crazy. I think they liked that though, seeing me desperate for dick. My host got up, locked the front door and turned off the light. He went upstairs, came down, and handed Nathan a pillow and blanket. I figured I was going to get to go home then, but when I said I should get my clothes and get going he laughed, and said, “Two things wrong with that statement. First, you’re a whore and that pussy needs the pipes and I got both right here. Second, Nathan there looks like he’s about ready for another go at it so spread that cunt open and let him fuck it. When it’s nice and full, then bring your white ass upstairs because I plan to rape the fuck out of you good and give you something to really put to sleep. Tomorrow’s another day in whoreville and I got a couple ideas. I know a couple guys hung about my size who’ve I’ve done some wild tag rape shit with. I also think my old smoke buddy had it right. I need to run you over to Union Station and let those niccas have a turn on that ass. Always good to have them owe me a favor.” I turned to go please Nathan who was standing by the couch, naked, stroking his big hard dick. My host stopped me, grabbing me from the back and jamming his dick head into my ass plugging my hole, “YOU’VE BEEN A GOOD CRACK WHORE TODAY PUSSY. I WANT THAT HOLE WET SO I CAN RAPE YOU GOOD. YOU PLAY WITH FIRE LITTLE BOY, YOU GET BURNED AND TODAY WAS JUST A LITTLE BLAZE - TOMORROW I’M GONNA DROP YOU INTO A FUCKING BONFIRE.” Stay Tuned for Part 4 - The Bonfire (*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!)

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.

8:00pm on June 3, 2017...DeShaun looked at me, disappointed. "Fuck, white meat, you let me down...I thought you'd have a little fight in you still. Guess you one of them white faggots just aching for nigga cock in yo pussy, ain'tcha." He punctuate what he said by shoving his fingers back inside me...unfortunately, all it did was make me gasp loudly, arch my back and spread my legs wider. He grinned, and shoved in deeper, twisting his fingers back and forth...I starting gasping for air, unable to breathe at the lovely mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on me. Part of me was embarrassed to be behaving like such a slut in heat in front of three strangers, but as I was violated deeper and harder, I became more and more aware of the nearness of their hard, masculine bodies, the stink of sweat and piss in the room, and the obscenely large bulges in their pants. "Oh baby, you are in heat, white meat...and we haven't even got you hungry yet...let's start you off slow. Tyrell, you got poppers?" One of the thugs slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed something tiny to DeShaun. When he caught it, I could see it was a tiny bottle labeled Jungle Juice. DeShaun chuckled as he shook the tiny bottle, still keeping his fingers in my hole. "Jungle Juice to rile up yo jungle fever, white meat...you gonna like this. When I hold it to yo nose, take a huge whiff...then the other side...then hold it in until I tell you, and let it out nice and slow." He twisted the cap off one handed, used his thumb to wipe the lip of the bottle, then shoved it up on left nostril...I followed directions, inhaling deep - it smelled weird - then the left, then holding it in until he said let it out, then exhaling slowly. I got really hot...or maybe cold...I dropped back onto the mattress, completely dizzy...my blood was pounding...DeShaub was finger fucking me to the beat of my pulse...or do I thought until I looked down and saw I was fucking myself onto his fingers. He just laughed and repeated the process. The room spun, and when it stopped, DeShaun was standing watching me, but something still fucked my hole...turns out that during the second rush, DeShaun's fingers had been replaced with Tyrell's big black cock. I turned to DeShaun, and tried to gasp out my request. "Please...Sir...please..." I grunted. "What you want, white meat? You want this maybe?" DeShaun held the bottle of poppers just out of reach. "Yes...please Sir...yes". I gasped. Tyrell's cock was beginning to hurt places inside I didn't know existed until now. "First, you gotta admit the truth, white meat...the truth you been refusing to admit since yo bro walked you into my crib. Whose property is you, faggot? ". DeShaun chuckled. "Yours...Master..."I gasped while Tyrell picked up the speed and force. And part of me...deep and dark inside...part of me wanted it to be true.

7:00pm on June 3, 2017....My face was pressed into the filthy mattress by my older brother Mark's hand while his cock was forcing its way in and out of my ass. All I could focus on as the smell of cum and piss coming from the mattress, and the sound of my brother's ragged breathing while he raped me in front of his drug dealer DeShaun and the dealer's two thugs who held me down. Every now and then my brother would mutter under his breath, something like "faggot" or "slut", punctuated by a blow to the back of my head. Once he even said something like, "practically begging for it, weren't you". Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was him trying to justify the truly horrendous act he was committing against his younger brother to his drug filled brain, but mostly it just made me feel dirtier (and wonder, maybe, if I had somehow wanted my brother to do this to me). Suddenly, Mark's hand stopped pushing my face into the mattress, and his arm snaked around my throat. He pull me up from a face down position until we were both up in all fours - DeShaun's thugs let go to let the position shift happen - and even though I had thought he couldn't fuck me any deeper or harder, I was wrong. The iron grip if my brother's arm made everything fuzzy as my air flow was getting cut off, and from what sounded like a great distance, I could hear Mark start to breathe more heavily. "Marky Mark - you getting close?" DeShaun asked. He walked over and stroked my older brother's sweaty red face with an almost lover-like gesture. "You gonna POZ that pussy, bitch? Gonna spray your toxic jizz into your little bros cunt and get him pregnant for me?" "Yes...Sir..." grunted Mark, as he raped me even harder. "Gonna fill this faggot cunt up with fuckin death seed. Gonna knock up this virgin pussy." DeShaun leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Hear that, white meat? Your older bro is about to fuckin rape your white faggot cunt to death. After he's done, you ain't gonna be good for anything but to be my nasty faggot whore. So much for fuckin Ivy League and full ride scholarships...you'll be getting plenty of full rides, but the only letters you be earning are STDs." I could feel his tongue licked the side of my face when he was done whispering. I thought I had run out of tears, but I was wrong. Mark was getting ready to climax, pounding harder and harder. I could hear him hissing nasty things through his clenched teeth, "Fuckin hate you...wish you hadn't been born...fuckin nasty faggot slut...gonna POZ your pussy...just...fuckin...DIE". He roared the last word as I felt his cock spasming inside me, pumping warmth into me...and then my ass started to clench while my cock started shooting jizz into the mattress. DeShaun started to laugh. "Oh Lord, white meat...you just shot a huge load from a soft cock...you must have loved getting knocked up by your older bro so much. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He laughed some more. Mark grunted as he pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the mattress. I could hear him putting his clothes on but I refused to look at him. I didn't know how I could ever look at him again - because while I couldn't admit it to myself yet, I wanted what just happened to happen again. "We good, DeShaun?" he asked. "My debt is paid in full?" "Oh, Marky Mark...we good. You actually built up some credit on that, brother." DeShaun chuckled. "Here, take a ball on me." "Enjoy the faggot." Mark said, prompting me to realize he wasn't taking me with him. "He was supposed to leave on a week long trip straight from the graduation party, so no one is going to realize he's missing for awhile." He walked to the edge of the mattress, looking down at me, tears streaking my face, t shirt ripped to hell, boxers and jeans around my knees, blood and cum oozing from my ass, and cum dripping from my cock. He leaned down and spat directly in my face. "If my parents could see him now, they'd rather he was dead anyway. You are doing my whole family a favor." He turned and walked out of the room without another word. I had a feeling I wasn't going to see my brother again for a long time, if ever. "Well, white meat, I bet you are feeling pretty much like you wanna die right now, don'tcha?" DeShaun said gently, "Good thing Daddy DeShaun has just the thing to make it all better. Time for you to meet Ms. Tina, bitch, because your nightmare is just beginning...and this pussy," he reached between my legs, shoved a couple fingers into my ass, and pulled them out covered in pink stained cum, which he held up to my lips, "this pussy is going to get used a lot worse before your nightmare is over." I knew what he wanted, and a twisted, perverted part of me wanted it too...so I opened my lips and sucked the bloody cum off his fingers.

I don't remember the rest of the day clearly, but I do remember being in my cell that night sobbing and terrified at what had happened to me. Not only the rape, but the fear that I had been infected by those men. But what could I do? The next morning, we were led out to the showers. I found myself next to the big, handsome guy from the day before as we walked to the bathrooms. "What's your name. kid?" "Danny," I replied. "Well, I'm sorry for you. Two things - you're fair game now for anyone. No-one is going to help a damaged slut. Secondly, you're probably going to get HIV, if you haven't already." He saw my pale, shocked face and squeezed my shoulder. "Deal with it, or go under." We went down to the showers and there was steam, guys laughing and shouting. The guards got us to strip and I realised people were avoiding me, looking at me and laughing and pointing. Then I saw the gang from the day before, naked and wet. I tried to hide away in the throng but they saw me, and the guy with the lazy eye grabbed his cock and waggled his hips at me as the chubby guy pointed at me and grinned evilly. We had breakfast, and then my heart sank as we were let into the recreation area. I wandered around, trying to talk to people or join in some of the card games, but nobody wanted to know me and some guys actually turned their backs on me. Then I saw the gang over by that awful cell where I had been raped and my blood ran cold. I turned to try and lose myself in the crowd and found my way blocked by a fat, black guard with a puffy face from which two piggy eyes looked at me hungrily. "Where you going, pig?" "No...nowhere, sir" I replied. He nodded to the gang. " Get over there!" "Please, sir. Don't...don't make me" He shoved my hard in the chest. "Do as you're told! Can't keep those guys waiting for some of your sweet pussy, can we?" I looked in to his sweating face and realised he was getting off on this, and was probably queer himself. He turned me around and shoved me in the back. Prisoners got out of our way, and my blood pounded in my ears as we approached the gang who lounged near the cell door. I tried one more appeal and turned to him. "Please, sir...let me go!" But then an arm went round my neck and strong arms grabbed wrists. "Thanks," I heard the lazy-eyed man whisper to the guard who licked his lips and nodded. "Get on with it, I'll just keep an eye on you, if you know what I mean?" and he literally quivered with excitement. The chubby guy whooped with pleasure and they dragged me into the cell. I struggled and kicked, but my heart wasn't really in it as I realised even the guards were enjoying my humiliation. They stripped me down and I sank to the mattress under the weight of their bodies. As they turned me over, I saw the fat guard peering inside with his flies open and a thick, black cock grasped in his fist, an expression of animal lust on his face. A finger ploughed into me with some kind of lube, and the chubby guy giggled "Sweet ass, baby! Been broken in now. Time to enjoy the ride!" He got on my back and sank heavily on to me and I yelled out with pain as his cock slid brutally into me. The lazy-eked guy was kneeling next to me holding my shoulders down with one had, whilst stroking his cock with the other. The chubby guy thrust rapidly in and out, his sweat dripping onto my neck. To my horror, I realised that my body was reacting to being fucked, with my cock rigid against the mattress and waves of pleasure spreading through my ass. I couldn't help groaning, and I heard the guard say "Well now, little bitch is getting into it, 'ain't she?" The chubby guy grunted like a pig, pushing hard into me as his cock throbbed and spurted, once again filling my rectum with toxic cum. At the same time, I came against the mattress, ashamed and disgusted as my sperm spurted under my belly in a sticky mess. They didn't notice. The guard said,"You guys better hurry up, break time's nearly up. I wanna see ol' Pete here get some." I manged to turn my head to see the thin, white guy with sunken cheeks lower his trousers and release a long, drooling cock. He grinned at the guard and as his shirt came open, I saw a scorpion tattooed on his belly above his cock. He stretched out on my back and I felt his ribs and dry skin on mime. The others dragged my legs further apart as he got into position, his bony knees on the back of my thighs. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Said the guard crouching down to watch as Pete's cock slid easily up my lubed, dripping hole. "Knock the little bastard up good!" Pete began to fuck me, his breath wheezing in my ear and spittle drooling onto my cheek. I could feel the bones in his hips sticking into my buttocks each time he and someone reached in under his ass and fingers probed around the base of his cock where it entered me. "Here it comes, you little slut!" He croaked and then gasped and coughed as his cock throbbed in me and I knew I was being impregnated by this old, diseased criminal. He finished and slid off me and I sobbed quietly into the mattress, determined not to let them see my despair. "Break time's over!" They left. I made to get up, but the guard drew his night stick and pointed it at me. "Not you, slut. Git on your knees!" I turned and knelt down, resting my head on my arms, bare ass upraised. I felt the guard's heavy body behind me. "Wow, they shore filled you up good, boy. Jess hold still, this won;t take long." His thick, swollen cock probed my puffy, slimey asshole then slid up me until I could feel his heavy belly against my buttocks. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" He gasped."Gonna cum!" Snorting like a pig, he shot his load than pulled out and got heavily to his feet. He wiped his greasy, dripping cock on my tee-shirt and flung it in my face. "Get dressed, pig. If you learn to do as your told and put out when asked, you'll git along just fine until you join the club, like us." He turned and lowered his pants a little, exposing his fat buttock on which was a large bio-hazard tattoo. Then he laughed, pulled up his trousers and dragged me back to my cell.

pozbrad - you're the best type of cumdump boy - nothing matters other than keeping your cunt filled with cock and sperm. Not only does it allow you to get bred whenever you want to, I'm sure it's opened up many doors that pay off big time - meeting guys that you really are attracted to who like sperm lubed boy cunt, guys who arrange group breeding parties for you, having a long list of guys who will come over for pump and dump sessions when you're aching to take loads all day or all night. When you go to gloryholes, you're going to leave with your cunt dripping sperm and others will leave frustrated. At a sex club, the line forming at a sling will be at the sling you're in. You go to sleep at night with loads in you and wake up in the morning with them leaking out of you. You were born to be bred and service cock and you're man enough to give up your boy cunt to live out your pre-determined destiny - that's a freedom that few get to experience.

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

Ever been to North Shore, Michigan? It's right on the lake and Canada is just a mile or two away. That's where I grew up in the late 70's/early 80's. It's a nice town and I lived in the nicest part of it. Sounds pretty ideal, right? Well -- my parents were well off, but they were cheap as hell. They spent money on the house, cars and booze - but skimped on most everything else, including me. I wasn't spoiled in the least. I sometimes thought they shouldn't have ever had a kid if they wanted to horde cash so badly, and I think they thought the same thing. But there I was. No take-backs. One good thing (and there aren't many) about having drunks raise you is that they let you do whatever you want. Oh, and also you could sometimes catch them in a happy buzz. Like the time I went with Mom to the store and she let me get as many comic books and "Mad" magazines as I wanted. I took advantage. And then there was the time my dad drunkenly insisted on building me a little clubhouse in the backyard, Of course he couldn't complete it in his state, but hired somebody to finish the project that week. I ended up spending all my time out there when it was warm enough. Sometimes I slept there and nobody noticed I wasn't in my bed at night. My backyard was right next to Edison Woods. It was small, but very picturesque--especially in the Fall. Around third grade I started to hear rumors about those woods. Some kid I kinda knew a little told me his older brother and his pals went there with flashlights to compare the sizes of their dicks. It was a competition that went on pretty regularly. For reasons I wouldn't understand for a few more years, I was fascinated. I wanted to see these contests! I remember one Summer when I'd stay up late at night watching flashlight beams bob around through the thick foliage. I kept daring myself to get loser to the woods, but I'd usually only get as close as the first tree. During Junior High, I started to hear more about these gatherings that took place only yards away from me. Somebody in gym mentioned that they did a bunch of other stuff there too. Like compare how far they could "shoot" and how much. Whoever had the most size, distance and volume won ten bucks. One kid said they did other things and had other contests that paid off more. I couldn't imagine, but sure spent a lot of time trying. That's when I knew I was liking guys more than girls. And I knew that meant "gay", but kept my mouth shut. Who could I tell? By the time I was 16 or so, I was obsessed with going into the woods at night and seeing everything in person. I kept creeping further into the woods at night, following the glow of the flashlights and the sound of deep voices. I once got close enough to see some silhouettes of tall guys (Seniors probably). But a stick cracked underneath my sneaker and I was afraid I'd been heard. I retreated back to the house immediately. By the time I was finally 18, I was taller, bulkier and the slightest but tougher. I had read that "Dennis the Menace" comic digest for the last time, and had discovered how much I loved raiding my parents' liquor cabinet. Wild Turkey was my favorite. I understood my parents' fondness for booze at last. I got it now. One night in late May, I got pretty plastered and decided to just go into the woods and join their party. I was stumbling a bit, but not too bad. I just followed the flashlight glow and the voices and then there I was....in the circle of dick competitors. They looked at me with the mildest interest. "You're too late, kid. We got a winner already". Somebody lit a camping lantern and I could make out faces. These were dudes in my class...plus one older guy I didn't recognize. He was a big guy , and by the smirk on his face -- I guessed him to be the grand champ. I'd missed everything. "This is Billy -- he's a returning champ, and he kicked our ass at every category. Probably because he's lived in Chicago for a few years. They teach you stuff in the big city". The other guy around my age asked "Why are you even here? Did you want to enter the contest?" "No," I said meekly, "I'm just sorry I missed it". Looks were exchanged. I stayed mute. I kept making eye contact with Billy because I guess really wanted to see his champion dick. He knew this. He opened his fly and let that fat snake out. It was way impressive. I cut across the dead leaves, knelt down and took it my mouth. I could taste so many things in that over-sized head. "A cocksucker has arrived at our party!", he announced. There were general cheers from the group. I sucked off most of them and tasted sperm for the first time...and over and over again. Billy watched with a grin. They all had really big dicks... and I bet it was a close contest. One of then said "I want to fuck his ass". Big Billy stepped in. "Nope. You're all going home now. It's late, and I have plans for our new friend here. GO!" They scattered. Then I was all alone with this big guy who had "plans" for me. He was muttering. "I've done so much shit in Chicago. I can't tell you the depraved shit I did -- with girls and guys, but I can tell you I picked up about four STDs in one year. Including the big one". I looked at him dumbly. "Do you know anything about anything?" he asked. "Not really, but I'm going to Northwestern in the Fall". "That place'll teach you stuff". "I bet you could too". He pulled off his shoes, socks and pants. He seemed to like the feeling of the grass under his bare feet. "It's nice out tonight. Get undressed". I did it without thinking too much. "Too bad I didn't bring any beer. Might make it easier on you. Oh, wait -- I got most of a joint left. He fished a cigarette-looking thing and a lighter out of his jeans. "Lay back". He made a sort of pillow out of his jeans and I rested my head there. I picked a few sticks away from beneath me. I was pretty comfortable. He lit up his "joint" and inhaled deeply. "I bet you never smoked before, right?" "Nope. I tried a puff off of one my dad's cigarettes once, and I coughed for a long time". "Well, this ain't like a cigarette at all. Just suck it into your lungs and hold it as long as you can". I did what he said, but still coughed. It tasted and smelled like a burnt herbal teabag. But I tried again and it went in better. He took it from me and said "Go slow. I don't want you too fucked up". We were both lying naked on the grass. He moved closer to my side. His giant arm wrapped around my shoulder, and it felt perfect. The moon was almost full and I could see all of his body hair and his giant, prize-winning dick get hard again. He sat up and leaned over me. "I never kiss guys, but I'm going to kiss you now". And then he did. My first kiss. It felt like something out of a movie -- and very perfect. And then he stopped and stood up. I thought he was going to get dressed and leave me there. But no. "I need to do this. Just go with it". And then he plopped his full naked ass on my face, I breathed in the smell which was a combination of sweat, soap, denim and a musk -- like from an animal. I thought he wanted me to kiss his butt. So I did. "No, dude. Put your tongue up in my hole". So I did. I liked doing it, and then I loved doing it. It felt like a favor to both of us. I could have kept going, but he got up. Then his full body was on top of me. "That felt so awesome....you have some natural talent, kid." "Now this part will be a little painful, but I have faith in you. You can scream a little, but not too much -- just in case". I was confused, bu then my legs were in the air, and Billy was pushing his hips into mine, and the head of that fat dick started poking insistently into my hole. No way would it fit. No way. But then he got it in and I yelped...probably louder than he was comfortable with. He put a giant hand over my mouth and kept pushing deeper. No way was this happening. Too unreal. But his weight was bearing down on me and the invasion continued. "I'm on the way in, little boy. Get used to it for a bit." I calmed myself as much as possible. The he started pumping. Hard. I yelled one more time before it started to feel good. It started to feel great! "Good. Good. I want you to enjoy this". "Yeah. Keep going!" He grunted as he thrust and then he was still. It was over I guess. I wasn't a virgin anymore. He rolled off of me and snuggled up against me. "I think you're bleeding. I felt it, but it will stop". I stared up at the trees. I was indeed bleeding, but let it drip into the grass for a while. "You are so much more experienced than you can even know now. Take it all to college with you and be like you were tonight. You've got stuff inside of you that should be shared ". I wandered how many of his diseases I had now. I should ask something, but I just wanted to go home, shower and sleep in my bed. He got dressed and I got dressed. "The next contest is in two days, but I'll be here almost every night if you want to come back". I did. I went into the woods every night for the rest of the Summer.

thx Michael

Great! Can't wait to see how it ends (and who Simon's roommate is )

Sexy fucker!!

Leave em wet and drippy

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 could spend hours on the tube watching this guy..... https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Homem-de-pau-duro-no-metr-31868512

Soo hot!!

I prefer my top to be balls deep when he shoots in load.

1989 I'm dumb. I'm so, so dumb. It was a few days away from Christmas and the weather was terrible -- and yet I decided to drive out into the country for a coworker's holiday gathering. The TV had warned there'd be blizzard conditions and black ice on the highways. What the hell is "black ice" anyway? I'd never seen it or slid in it. I seemed like a fake weather thing they used to fill air time. I'd never seen "updrafts" or "heat lightning" either. The little party was nice even though over half those invited didn't attend due to the dire weather forecast. I ate well and had many rum and Cokes. Probably one or two too many. The hostess tried to convince me to just spend the night on her couch, but I really wanted to be at home. So I ventured out. The dirt road leading away from her place had started to drift closed a little, but it was nothing my car couldn't handle. The little two-lane highway heading back wasn't drifting at all, and I could almost go normal speed. I was still in a very rural area and it would be another fifteen minutes before I'd glimpse the lights of the city. No problem. I saw the sign for a narrow bridge up ahead and tapped the brakes a bit. Mistake. I was suddenly sliding and almost went into a full 360 degree spin. I ended up going backwards into a ditch with my headlights shining up into the snowy night sky. I felt pain. Did I not buckle my seat belt? No. I had not. My neck and tailbone ached right away and I could feel slight pain spreading across my forehead. At least the car was still running, with the heater going. I wouldn't freeze to death or anything. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a few minutes and see if I felt better pretty soon. I dreamed for a few seconds. A stranger was handing me a huge wrapped gift and wanted to watch me open it in front of him. I ripped into the paper and --- "HEY!" I was awake and a guy was standing over me. I was outside and lying on the snow. How? After coming to completely, the pain in my back and head came vividly back to life as well. "I'm hurt", I said to the large shadow over me. "No shit!", he said. "You're fucking lucky to be alive". "Help me", I pleaded. I didn't think I could move or walk without jabs of pain shooting through me. I guess maybe this man knew that because he picked me and gently slung me over his shoulder. I was pretty high off the ground which meant he was pretty tall. The jolts of stabbing pain were pretty bad, and I my let ice-cold tears drip onto his down coat. And then I was propped up on the front seat of his truck. I'd never realized how painful it could be to just sit upright. And then I was sleeping again. I woke up, flat on my back in a nice comfortable bed. "I think you've got a concussion so I probably need to keep you awake for a while". "Can you call an ambulance?' "I tried. The phones are out. The weather's even worse now. Open your eyes and look at me". I did. His face came into focus after a few seconds. He was a big beast of a man with jet black hair and a full, bushy beard. Mountain Man. He studied my eyes and concluded I was probably OK. "But just to be safe, keep those eyes open and talk to me". "My name is Ross. What's yours'?" "I'm Ed. You live around here?" "No. I live in downtown in a little apartment". We went back and forth until he was fairly satisfied I wouldn't slip into a coma or anything. He told me about growing up in Boston before his stepdad kicked him out and he moved to L.as Vegas and then to L.A. where he was in some movies. He was doing pretty well until he got sick and moved here to the middle of Kansas to live on the farm his grandfather left him when he'd died. He raised a few cattle, but it was hard because all the meds were kicking his ass. Meds? For what? He kept talking and I kept listening until sleep finally grabbed me. I maybe woke up two times that night and was aware that he was lying next to me....nude. My clothes were gone too. The next morning, I was made instantly aware of he soreness in my body. Ed was gone, but he came soon enough with a glass of ice water -- which I desperately wanted. With some painful effort, I sat up and took a few greedy gulps. I knew I'd have to pee soon, and God only knew how I'd manage that. I had so much pain. "Do you have any Tylenol or anything like that?" "Oh I got something way better. Hold on." He returned a minute later with a white tablet in his sausage-like fingers. "Swallow this." I did. "You don't have any broken bones, by the way. I checked you all over last night. You might have some fractures, though." "Oh shit...my car." "I'm fixing to go tow it out while you sleep. The phones ought to be up by the time I get back". Once I realized I wasn't in pain anymore, I celebrated by giving in to the sleep that was creeping up on me again. I woke up twice. Once to find myself in his bathroom, leaning against him, aiming pee into his toilet. I didn't really register that he kept holding my dick after I was finished or how he was massaging my balls. The second time I felt the soft, spongy head of his penis sliding across my lips. He was very casual about it. "Your car isn't banged up too bad, but the battery is dead. I'll charge it for you. Go back to sleep". I closed my eyes again and yet he was still rubbing the hardening dick across my face and neck. I even felt a little stickiness ooze out. I slept yet again, but not as deeply. I was almost completely aware of Ed sliding a second pill between my lips. And he talked some more. I half-listened in my partial slumber. He talked about how lonely he'd been and how he hadn't had any sex since getting AIDS three years ago. And then he gently hugged me. "Did that hurt?" "No. I don't have pain now, man." "Good. I need to do this". I didn't know what he meant, but then he knelt down between my naked legs and let his hard cock poke me in the balls. And then he prodded it against my unguarded asshole. I knew this was some gay sex about to happen, and I knew it hurt the bottom guy a lot. But then he moved his big dick in and it pinched, but didn't really hurt that bad. I guess everything down there was numb thanks to the pain pill. He was gentle, but fast. He thrust in and out until he stopped suddenly and released his load inside me. Later in the day, I was able to get dressed with just some stiffness here and there. The weather had cleared and I could finally go home in my somewhat dented car. Ed and I said our goodbyes with a promise that we'd meet up again. Which we did. Several more times. My physical injuries were minor, but my blood was now injured irreparably.

(a long time ago) From a very young age, my parents pushed religion on me. I'm probably not alone in that background. I thought it was pretty entertaining, but it never seemed "real". Looking back, I think I was drawn to all the magical parts of the bible. Parting seas, a flood covering the Earth, burning bushes, talking snakes, and people turning into salt. Wow! I had an uncle who was dying of lung cancer right when I first learned to read. I had to sit in the hospital waiting room for hours on end. There were very few books for kids there. "Stories From the Bible". It had great illustrations and I had practically memorized them after four weeks. That whole deal with Noah's Ark was fascinating. Imagine being on a boat with every animal ever. I had so many questions: What about every bug? What about the animals who only ate other animals? I was such a sucker for the magical things that might possibly happen at any time. It probably didn't help that I was watching "Bewitched" and "I Dream of Jeanie" every day after school. Those shows taught me that the supernatural was ordinary and very common. One year, I actually spent a whole Summer looking for a genie bottle. It wasn't until I was in second grade that I changed obsessions. Science was my new religion. I was flabbergasted by the fact that plants gave us air to breathe and that Godzilla-looking creatures once walked the Earth really and were for real. It was the concept of the solar system that really blew my mind. It was almost impossible to imagine other worlds with nobody living on them -- then why were they even there? And Jupiter had a whole bunch of moons and there was nobody living there to even see them in the night sky? Made now sense. Mystery and magic were up there somewhere. I remember sitting on our sofa at home and reading aloud from my science book. "Pluto is even colder than Alaska. All the time. Can you imagine that??" Mom was ironing and watching one of her soap operas. She didn't respond. Both parents were good at tuning me out, and I was used to it. Saturn was my favorite planet. It seemed like you could just walk on the rings, even though I knew from science that they were made of dust and rocks. You couldn't really even stand on the rings. Dang! A few years later, our teacher Mr. Nielman told us about an eclipse coming this April. ON my birthday! It was't going to be a full eclipse. Only people living somewhere interesting would see the complete one. We learned about it for weeks. Mr Nielman must have thought we were dumb because his quizzes were so easy and he kept trying to explain what an eclipse was over and over again. Who didn't get it by now? The moon moved between the sun and the Earth for a few minutes. That was it. And we wouldn't even get to see the complete one....just a glimpse of a corner of the sun disappearing. I wished so bad that we could see a total eclipse...because it seemed like magic in a way. Maybe a whole new world would open up in the sky. Fantastical winged creatures would swoop down and we could ride them above the clouds. Science and magic would come together at last! We were told over and over again we mustn't look at the sun during this event. Who didn't know that already? For art class, we made these dumb little cardboard boxes where you could see the eclipse. I wanted mine to be perfect. I really put effort into it, even though I knew I'd be tempted to look at the magic with my naked eyes. Would I go blind? Nope. It rained heavily on the big day. Bummer. I wasn't too sad because it was still my birthday after all. I got some books and colored markers and a big sheet of blank paper to draw on. I got birthday cards from a few relatives, but who even cares about getting dumb greeting cards? (not so long ago) I got older and stayed interested in science and the universe. I didn't end up getting a degree in anything scientific because that would require some knowledge of math. Math...ugh. Numbers made no sense to me. Still don't. It takes me too much time to figure out how much to tip a waitress. My brain didn't work that way. I got an art degree and was doing a lot of freelance cartooning for magazines and had built up some good business online. Things were fine, professionally. Socially, though, I was as stunted as you'd imagine a guy look me would be. I knew a few of my neighbors and talked to people online. I had a few "fans" from my computer stuff and my blog. We chatted and exchanged pleasantries. There was one guy who emailed me all the time. He even sent photos of himself. Not bad-looking at all. He had reddish-blonde hair and a full beard. He seemed close to my age and obviously really into fitness. He kept asking for my cell number, but I blew him off. He lived two states away and maybe he would be disappointed in my voice or how I talked or something. I always felt inferior .. for years. Lo and behold, there was going to be a visible eclipse in my stupid city. 100%! It was in the news for the whole Summer. We were in "the path of total coverage". Maybe I'd get to see a magic world after all. The kid in me had shrunk to almost nothing because I worried about traffic coming in and strangers standing in the street. I more or less just wanted it over with. It was like The Super Bowl was coming to town. Another chat request from Jeff: "Hi!! What's up? It's Jeff. How have you been? Did you know there's going to be a total eclipse of the sun in your area?" "God, yes. It's all we hear about. I used to be into stuff like this. It's going to be a headache." "Well...I want to come there for a visit. Can I stay with you one night? All the hotels are booked. I want to see it, and I even bought the special glasses." "I guess. You better not be a serial killer. LOL" "I promise I'm not. Did I tell you how much I liked your comic about Arnold's first time seeing 'Rocky Horror'? It felt like I was reading a page out of my life. How do you do that?" "Thanks. I was proud of that one." "I'll see you a week from today. Are you still on Juniper Street?" "Um..yeah. How did you know my street?" pause "I guess you told me...or I found it with Google." "Oh okay. It starts at noon. Will you make it by then?" "Sure. I'll leave at two in the morning and be there in plenty of time. If I can spend the night at your place, I'll leave the very next morning." "Sounds good. My cell is --- -----" "I can't wait!" What a mix of feelings I had. Was this smart? Why did I say 'yes' so fast? Did he like me in a different kind of way? Why did I post that very personal comic. I'd insinuated before that the Arnold character was me. And he was gay. I sometimes shared too much. For the next few days, Jeff sent me tons of emails with pics attached. Lots of his face and upper torso. Was he nude?? And also his dog....a lovable mutt. He also sent a photo of him standing by his car. He was a tall guy. Big and husky. His notes always had smiling faces with them. And then kissing faces....and hearts. I hesitated to reply to those emails. What was on his mind? And then he sent me a nude shot of himself. Damn! He was muscular and had a very impressive penis. What? Seriously? Then he sent a close-up of his hard dick. What have I done? He was sending me things that straight guys send to their girlfriends. I didn't even know him. His note: "I can hardly wait to meet you. I hope these pics are not offensive. I just feel like I know you so well. I love you already and have for awhile. If you are freaked out by that -- I can't help it. I'm an honest guy." He was. I knew it somehow. I spent that night in bed, thinking about the photos. Those strong legs...the hard penis... The day of the eclipse arrived and I had barely slept a wink. He'd here before noon. I was a neat person, but I worried about first impressions too much. What if he immediately changed his mind when he got here? My mind kept playing tricks on me... I heard cars pull up that weren't there. I swore I saw the sky getting dimmer, but it hadn't yet. About 12:15, a very real car pulled into my driveway. The doorbell rang. A very sweat-soaked Jeff came in. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic is unbelievable...and my air conditioner broke halfway here. I'm a mess. I'd ask to use your shower, but it's almost zero hour." "Do you want to go somewhere to watch." "No time...and the traffic is a mess. I didn't know you had so many trees around here. We won't see much from your porch. Any clear sky close to here?" "Yeah...let's go out back." There was an empty lot behind my backyard. I passed it almost daily. They were going to build an "urgent care" clinic there. All the trees were gone and there was just gravel and openness. "It's starting. Don't look at it!" The sky was looking different. More purple. No clouds. It took everything I had not to glance into the sun. I was so tempted! "I have my glasses. Put them on because I know you want to look up." They were a little damp from his sweaty body. So dark. It was like wearing a blindfold almost. Then I saw a gray circle with what looked like a bite being taken out of faintly glowing cookie. Cool! It could end now and I'd be satisfied. This is more than I'd ever expected as a kid. So I was fine with Jeff wearing the glasses for a few minutes. As he gazed into the sky, I snuck a few glances at his body. He was wearing shorts, flip-flops and a random t-shirt that had a lot of dampness in the armpits. Poor guy. He'd earned this. The light was still changing. Birds were alarmed and very quiet. I told Jeff about how I used to believe a total eclipse would be like a hole for another world to enter through. I'd expected something special and life-changing. But no. "You should make a comic about that. You are so good with words...and your drawings. Oh shit! It's almost halfway now. Here...look!" "No. You keep watching. You went to a lot of trouble to see this I'm happy just being with you as you enjoy this." He stared up and also grabbed my hand. It felt like the most natural thing in the world when he did it. His sweaty big paw was just so over-sized and strong. I thought my knees would buckle as we stayed like that for four or five minutes. The sky changed from light purple to a slow dark gray. Crickets and frogs began to sing. "It's half there...LOOK!" I did. The window to another world was opening. I'd seen more than I thought I ever would. I was about to hand the glasses back to Jeff. "No. Keep looking. I need to tell you something. Don't take the glasses off. I have AIDS. None of the medications work on me. I've been so alone since finding that out. Like a monk. But that's when I found your cartoons online and saw your profile pic. I shamelessly searched the whole internet for more info about you. You've been my pretend boyfriend for over a year. But now you're here and real. I've been wanting to love you for so long. You can tell me to go right now and I will." "Stay, Jeff. It's almost time." The streetlights blinked on. It was dusk at 1 PM. Jeff glanced up at the event as I rubbed his forearm. I was probably in love with him now. He smelled like my sexiest dreams. Sundown was coming in the middle of the day. Dogs were barking from all directions. I wondered about that dog of Jeff's. Did he put him in a kennel or get a pet-sitter? What did the animals think was happening right now? They had internal clocks and this was probably very scary for them. Speaking of scary... AIDS. I knew a lot about it. But I don't think I'd ever met anybody with the virus. I assumed medicine had advanced far enough that it wasn't killing people anymore. I knew what the bug did, but I never considered the actual human part of it. I guess I had to now. There was a sexy big man standing inches away from me who had it inside of him. It was a strain that resisted all the new drugs. But he said he loved me. I pretty much put my whole life online with my cartoons and my blog. Jeff knew almost everything about him, and all I knew was what his dick looked like. "Be smart", I told myself. "Oh, WOW! It's almost total now! Here, look" The eclipse had been an afterthought now. A security light on the construction site came on. We were exposed. I looked up and there it was. A full and complete eclipse. The door was open now. A hole in reality. Maybe the bible was real and this would be the end of the world. Plagues would come and the dead would rise. "It's like something from a science fiction movie! I'm impressed as fuck!" "Cool, isn't it? I thought it looked like an album cover. Ever hear that song 'Black Hole Sun'?" "Great song. Here...you take the glasses now, Jeff." He looked for a few minutes longer. And I studied his body some more. I could tell he was getting hard. When I reached to hold his hand again, he guided my hand down to his groin. I was glad. I wouldn't have dared do that on my own. A big, hard dick with HIV in it. "It's past completion now. Wow. What a rush." "That light is bugging me now. Let's go sit in your backyard and sit for a little. I bet you'll get a good tan from this. You needed it." As we walked back, the sky got slightly brighter. Like pre-dawn. We sat at the wooden picnic table that had been here since I bought the house. It needed some paint, but I seldom felt the need to picnic. "This is a nice backyard. I can't believe how huge the trees are here. Hold on...I'll be right back." Jeff walked in my backdoor and then came back with his laptop bag. "Your house smells nice. Do you burn incense?" "Sage. The smell of it always gives me ideas." I was afraid he wanted to do something on the internet right now, but he just searched through the bag and found a joint. It didn't shock me or anything. I smoked pretty regularly. There was a teen in my neighborhood who was selling weed instead of getting a Summer job. We blew out our clouds and chatted randomly. The thing about weed is that I usually think too much. Alcohol is a social drug, but weed is not. I looked around at the changing light and weird shadows. I guess the new world hadn't come through after all. I started talking my thoughts out loud.... "I don't know what I was expecting. I thought something major would happen. It's like Christmas, you know? Everybody builds it up for months and then it's over." "You're disappointed? My dad died not all that long ago. He was born in 1937 and never got to see what we just saw." Good point, Jeff." It was. "But what are you thinking about what I told you before? And about us fooling around?" He'd said a lot in a short time. "I think I really like you, Jeff."" I the false morning light, I saw his face nearly crack in half with a smile. "But I'm poz. Does that scare you?" "Maybe a little. I've never met anybody who had it." "Never? I figured you probably spent too much time inside, drawing and writing. What about when I told you I was in love with you?" He'd kicked off one of his flip-flops and rested his big bare foot on my knee. "I can't help it." "My first thought was that it was too soon. I was going to explain how you didn't know me, but I realized everything about me is public...for all to see. Everything I put out there online is personal. I don't have that kind of information about you." He grabbed my hand from across the picnic table. "Feel me. You'll know it all." It was nice to be holding hands, but it didn't tell me much. He was perfect and I had a painful erection. A begging hard-on. The sky started to lighten more. It's almost as if the sun had had a concussion and was just now coming to. Birds resumed singing. It was all so perfect. "Here's what I feel, Jeff. I feel like you're not a stranger, but someone from the new world that opened today. Someone who I feel like I already know." 'Wow. I could listen to you talk all day. Tell me more." "I also feel like I don't want you leave in the morning. I want you to stay longer, but you've got a dog who probably misses you." "Bo? He's staying with my mom and she spoils him like you wouldn't believe. I can stay for a few more days, but I doubt I'll be able to leave you here." "I could listen to your voice all day too." "Well, listen now. We're going inside and we're going to make love. I'm pretty much past the point of turning back now." "I am too. Let's go." Jeff left his flips underneath the picnic table and I wonder if he knew how much I liked his feet. I'd massaged his sole as we talked. Once inside, I turned the AC up a little higher. With company, I usually fussed with throw pillows or tried to find some nice background music. Now, however, I felt primal. I just wanted this man. Badly. "Is it alright if I get a glass of water? I think I've sweated about ten gallons of liquid out of me." "I'll get it for you." I went to the kitchen and got a glass from the cabinet. I turned around to ask if he wanted ice, but he was right behind me. He'd taken off his sweaty t-shirt and exposed his toned hairy torso. He didn't look sick at all. "Oh hi. Did you want some ice? I've got Diet Pepsi too. Or a beer?" His eyes were the color of wheat. And he smelled like August felt. "I'll take a beer." I watched him gulp it down in thirty seconds. "Ah. That's better. I'll have another one if you've got it." " I do. I'm always prepared for guests." "Great.But you have to have one with me. And I'm not a 'guest'... I'm your other half." So we sat on kitchen stools and drank our beers. I knew from very limited experience, that alcohol made me horny....but I was beyond horny. I couldn't even see 'horny' in the rear-view mirror. I had barely finished my third sip when Jeff crushed his can and let it drop to the floor...like he was at a campground or something. Huh? It was rude and I almost pointed out the trashcan next to him.. "You're a very good host, but the politeness has to end. I'm in charge now, and we're going to kiss." And he bent down and took my chin in one hand. Our mouths touched and it was the softest, most erotic kiss I could ever imagine. But that changed. He was practically devouring my face. Almost violently. I knew the hunger he had because I felt it too. And while I knew it was almost impossible to get HIV from kissing, damned if I didn't want it now! He held me in sweaty, hairy bear hug and squeezed the oxygen out of me. He moved his mouth to my right ear and groaned a few words. I didn't even care what they were. He pulled away and looked at me. "Well?" "Well what?" "I just told you to suck me and you're still just standing there." "Oh...sorry. I didn't underst -" He forced me to my knees. Right there in my own kitchen. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I pulled his cotton shorts down and was looking at his big, hard penis. The pink head was right at eye level and I could see the gaping pee hole clearly. Talk about a hole to another world! "It's OK. Go ahead and just kiss it right now." I could have just put my lips on the head, but I took as much of his dick in my mouth as I thought I could handle. He tasted just like he smelled. It was something I felt born to do. I was meant to suck this man's cock and like it. He was maybe a little impatient, and thrust too far down past my tongue. I thought I'd throw up. He read me and eased up a little. "Oh man! You are a natural! I am too close to stop...gonna cum in your mouth. SHIT! Get ready!" I wanted that more than anything in the world. Before I had any time to think more, a gush of hot, milky fluid spilled between my lips. I couldn't compare the taste to anything. I grabbed his bare ass, held him close and drank greedily. It was done. I had just sucked a dick. I'd been marked and branded by this man. He stepped back and helped me up. "Wow. That was...that was great, Jeff. Thanks." "Did you just thank me for cumming in your mouth? Cut the politeness shit. Now. Take me to your bed." We were nude and walking into my bedroom. I'd made up the spare for him, but I wanted him to sleep with me now. My bed was made and the room was clean. Jeff looked around and said, "Open the blinds a little. I need to piss. You want to watch?" I did. But...But why? I should only open the blinds a little. My street was popular with joggers and kids on bikes and... "Why are you so slow? You want me to pee on your carpet or something? Get up and show me where the bathroom is." I hurried and opened the door, flicked on the light and he went right to the toilet. He stood and aimed his dick down. The stream was heavy and pretty dark. I knew that being dehydrated did that to your urine. "You like that. I'll pee in your mouth some day. And on your face." "Yeah. I want you to do that." "Not now. Leave me be for a minute. Get in bed and relax. GO!" I did. I wanted to feel him next to me. I had a complete hard-on, but hadn't thought to take a few seconds to give myself relief. It was all about Jeff now. I heard the shower go on. He was cleaning himself. Damn. He was washing all that wonderful sweat away! If he used my soap, he'd smell just like me. Like Dial Sports Scent. Damn. He walked into my bedroom wiping himself with a towel. "Your shower is nice. Good water pressure." "Why did you wash up? You were fine as you were." "Shut up for now, okay? I just came...and it'll take a little while to get it back and ready. We're going to do some things. You didn't jack off, did you?" "No. I didn't." "Good. It would hurt my feelings if you had." He scooted under the sheets with me and wrapped a deodorized arm around me. I couldn't pout at this point. He would hate that. He said we'd do some "things". Like what? Fuck? Actual gay butt sex? As his body dried and got warmer, Jeff started to smell like Jeff again. Nice. "I'm going to lay back now while you suck my dick. Get it hard. Don't forget my balls." I got up and moved between his legs. This was a little more effort than it was before. My neck ached a bit, but I wanted to please this man. It got heavier and thicker in my mouth. I could do this every day and not get tired of it! "Lick my balls, man." I did. They were hairy and loose. I awkwardly tried to lick every part of them, but he was pushing the top of my head down. He wanted the very back of his sack attended to, I guess. Then I somehow figured out he wanted his anus licked. Another hole to a new world. He knew that I knew what he wanted and lifted his legs up over me. I dove right in and tongued his butt like I'd done it a hundred times before.It didn't smell or taste like poo. It was hot down there. It tasted hot. I was glad he didn't want to do this to me -- I don't think I would like it. His full boner was bouncing off the top of my head. "You amaze me...and you put in the work. I'll let you lie back now. I'll do some things." It felt good to lie flat on my back. I breathed out. It was a regular afternoon outside. The secret other world had closed but left this perfect man in my bed. Jeff was checking out the ceiling. Oh God...what was he planning? I was a little afraid...especially when he stood on the mattress and reached up to steady himself by keeping his fingers on on the stucco. "I know you like my feet for some reason. They're big and gross, but this is for you." A foot came down on my face. His fat sole was pressed over my mouth and nose. I should like this, right? I tried, but it felt a little like abuse. I could never tell him that. He was lifting my legs up and positioning his super hard erection between my two feet. He held them together and masturbated himself between my two smooth soles. I was glad I took care of them. I used a pumice stone on the bottoms every time I showered. I'd never seen this in a porn video before (and I'd seen more than a few). He was working his hips into a frenzy. "I can tell you think this is weird. Just give me a minute. Suck my toes." I did. He maybe needed to trim the nails a little, but this is the man I loved. His big toes were like candy to me. He stopped. Did he cum again? No. I would have felt it rain down on me. "OK. This is it. I'm going to fuck your little ass now. I brought lube with me, but it's in my bag which I left out back. I'll use spit. That'll help." He spit in his hand and rubbed that glorious prick. "Grab your ankles and fold your knees as tight as you can. Relax your stomach muscles as much as you can. Don't be tense." I did as told. It wasn't exactly easy. But this is what gays did. I thought about the things Jeff had done when some man infected him. I was ready. Or so I thought. That dick just kept hurting me as it tried going into me. No. I could go back to the other things, but this didn't feel good at all. Forget it. Next lifetime, maybe. "Damn! You need to help out here. Let me in. Open that shit up a little..." I wanted to. I wanted this. But it wouldn't happen now. Maybe if there lube or something or m --- AHHHGGGG! He drove his giant dick right into me. It was not a pleasure at all. I should have never answered the door when he arrived. GODDAMN! Why did gay men ever do this?? HOW? "I'm all the way in...right up to my balls. I'll go slow. Please stop crying. That makes me feel bad. It'll get better soon. Let it get better." He just kept pumping. I felt his weight was giving him power. His muscular hips were doing what his hormones made him do. I was participating volunteering. It felt almost nice for a few seconds. "Good boy. You are getting me in you so fucking deep now. Look at me." I tried. He was a little blurry through the tears in my eyes, but I saw his loving expression, He wasn't doing anything I didn't secretly want. A heavenly shudder shook me. "Yeah. There you go. I;m going to cum. You already did. Did you notice? It smells good. Here is mine....again...it's going in..it's..SHIT! I just came in you." He let me relax my legs at last. Would I feel the virus go though me? How long before I'd be sick? Jeff settled down next to me. "You OK?" "I'm cool. So it's early. Want to nap for a while and I'll make dinner later?" "YES. Let me go call Mom and tell her I'll be coming home a few days later than planned. We're going to do all this again several more times. OK?" "Go call and tell her "hi" from me." I never got rid of Jeff after that day. He stayed for a week and then a month. We made one trip to get Bo and some of his stuff. He asked me to marry him when we stopped for gas on I-70. He already a ring in his pocket. I said "yes" right away. Bo is in my backyard and Jeff is always next to me. At all times. I'm poz now, but we're both healthy. I got my own magical creature from that time when the sky opened. I hoped everyone was a s lucky as me.

Part 2: 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 my stash.” My BBC guide had just urged Nathan to rape my ass with his raw, crack head dick. That was the theme of this freak down - what he called a Ring of Fire - all the nasty BBC in the park that needed to breed and bust some raw hole were welcome as they stood around me, smoking their drugs, as I got used like a whore. I could barely stand and after a fresh rock and a few lungs full of smoke, I dropped to the filthy floor of the alcove where someone else shoved a ready and willing dick into my wide-open ass. I just wanted to go to sleep, to enjoy the warm tingling of the crack, and not be bothered any more. That wasn’t happening. More dick was shoved in my tore up hole and more cum was injected inside me. I had to smile as I thought again about how I had been in DC less than a week and had already taken more stranger dick than many people get in a lifetime and how it felt so fucking freeing to just not give a fuck, let go, and fucking enjoy myself and let others enjoy me as they wanted. Long nails dug into my forearm as I was helped up. The bouncer set the pipe to my lips, “You need to stay fucked up,” he said as I automatically inhaled. I realized then the guy holding me up was Nathan. I started to turn and look to see who else was still there, but Nathan held me steady, the pipe filled my lungs and cleared my head while fucking my body up. Nathan then let go of my arm with a silent ‘please don’t fall down look’ on his face as he undid the few buttons still closed on his shirt, pulled it off, and gently leaned into me as he tied it around my waist. I looked down and realized someone had slid my t-shirt over my head, my shorts back on me - damn I didn’t remember that at all. I then looked at Nathan - bull Master fucker - and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’. I meant to say it, but my throat hurt, my windpipe constricted, and no sound came out. I winced and reached down and rubbed my thighs and knees - fuck they were cut up and jacked. I staggered and wobbled sideways, but Nathan was there and caught me. The BBC bouncer - my pimp and guide - was arguing with a couple guys off to the side as Nathan led me to the front of the alcove. It was a dark and cloudy day and now had started to rain - light but steady. I winced at the change in light. I leaned against Nathan as we followed the bouncer out of the park. I laughed thinking what a sight we must be. Me, all scraped up, my legs covered in anonymous cum, with this half-naked bull of a man holding me up as I staggered down the street after my BBC crack pimp. HA! We walked south then east into the Shaw neighborhood. Dupont was the gay mecca. East of 15th was Logan, which was iffy, but was slowly getting pockets of redevelopment and people moving into the area to redo the old houses. Shaw - well Shaw was a total no go. Bad shit went down in Shaw, so while part of my mind - a super tiny part - was screaming, ’NO DON’T FOLLOW - DON’T GO’ my cracked out high part and my super hungry asshole had to have more and I didn’t give a flying fuck. Now, one might think I would have realized earlier in the week I was a whore and slut - maybe getting fucked raw by the troll at the bar my first day in DC, or letting his friends use me, or the gang bang with the guys watching the game (which after the park was a pretty light weight fuck down), or letting the homeless guy fuck me in the alley, or even the Speed Breeding. Yet it was not until that moment as those two big men were escorting me into Shaw did I really say to myself, ‘Yeah, I’m a slut and a whore for dick - and cum!’ And that was OK - it was fucking FANTASTIC! A run down block of old, wood townhouses and vacant lots was our destination and my BBC pimp led us about ¾ of the way down the street where on the right, between two vacant lots, stood a pair of old, row houses. The one on the left was painted in a vibrant, eye burning, hue of blue. Even the boards that covered the windows and gaps under the partially fallen in porch were all the same color. The house on the right was painted white, with forest green trim. The small yard was enclosed behind a gray, wire metal fence, the lawn was cut, the house looked well maintained especially compared to others on the block. The bouncer walked up the brick steps, unlocked the outer, metal meshed door, unlocked the inner door, and stepped inside, closely followed by Nathan and I. The air inside was humid and stuffy, or maybe it was just all the crack coursing through me that made it feel that way. Speaking of, I needed the pipe, or my cocaine, something, and both BBC laughed when I started begging. Fuckers! I gasped as my BBC host gripped my throat, pulled me close, and blew his crack hit directly into my mouth. I latched on as tight as I could and he fed me again, then let me hit the pipe directly. I swooned, he laughed and asked, “So you think you ready to take care of my needs now?” I just nodded, and he shook his head as he gripped his dick. “THIS THAT ELEPHANT DICK - NO HORSE DICK HERE, LIKE I TOLD YOU, ONCE I DECIDE TO FUCK THAT PUSSY YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW.” Before I could respond Nathan had reached around from my back, untied his shirt, yanked my shorts down, and with my pimp still gripping my throat, Nathan began forcing his dry dick back inside my ass. “Get him on the floor so I can fill that gut with my piss,” our host said. Once he had drained his tank, I was ordered back up, Nathan slithered out, then I was told to get my whore ass into the kitchen and make them a sandwich and some drinks. It took me a minute - one because I was high as fuck and two because I didn’t know where he kept shit - but as I was plating their food my pimp strolled in wearing nothing but a pair of badly stained, white underwear and holding the pipe with a big, fresh rock in the bowl. “I had to make sure you were obeying like a good servant and whore,” he said. “Get the fuck on your knees and slobber on this dick - through the fabric - don’t fucking touch it! The first time you will feel the skin is when it splits that whore pussy open!” Back in the living room the two BBC sat in easy chairs, chatting, eating, drinking, and every now and then, leaning forward to feed me some more crack. I was a naked, submissive, whore whose only purpose was to entertain and please them. While our host didn’t want me touching his dick, Nathan had no such compunction and was happy to have me slurp on his thick dick head and nurse out some precum. I even tilted his dick back and suckled on his Big Foot styled nut sac and edged down to that soft spot just underneath that was caked in man musk and rank. I could feel the anticipation build as I cleared the plates and glasses, as the two BBC got fidgety and their dicks grew and slobbered. I hit the crack pipe with such desperate need! Finally, our host stood up, pointed to the stairs through the archway to the hall and said, “Get your fucking whore ass up them steps. If you need to piss or something, do it now. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. Then get on your knees on the floor beside the bed. You got 5 minutes - then shit gets real.” I scampered up those steps liked Sarah Palin himself was chasing me. The bathroom, like the rest of the place, was clean and well organized and tended. I sat on the toilet and prayed that I was still clean and ready to be fucked. I mean, I had not eaten in fuck - I couldn’t remember how long and even my piss was sparse, dark, and almost crusty. I quickly dabbed off. The floorboards creaked as I hustled into the bedroom and positioned myself on the floor at the end of the bed that was almost centered in the middle of the room and waited. My heart raced, I licked my lips, my hole spasmed. Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs. I didn’t dare to look and kept my face down and eyes glued on the wood boards. The bed creaked, shifted, a large, hot naked body settled on the corner of the bed. I could tell from the dirty fingernails on the hand that leaned down to grab my left wrist that it was Nathan. He guided me up, turned me around, and had me back up on his black horse dick. My hole tensed and tried to close, but Nathan drove through and as he rammed himself back into my ass he said, “Oh yeah, going to slather them bootie cakes.” Nathan took his time exploring every crack and crevice of my lower intestines and then he picked up his pace and added a few new ones of his own before he barebacked another load up my ass. “Jesus,” our host said from the doorway, “I thought you were planning to camp out in that ass, not rape the shitter. You good man? Ready to help me out?” Nathan just gave a loud HMMMM as he pushed his still hard dick deeper into my hole and grabbed both of my arms tight, pinning me solidly against his body. My BBC guide walked over, set a handful of supplies down on the night stand, prepped the pipe, and with Nathan’s dick still buried inside me held the pipe to my lips and made me hit the rock. The pipe had barely left my lips before I started trying to bounce up and down on Nathan’s black rod. “RIDE THAT DICK YOU FUCKING WHORE,” my BBC pimp said, “SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT PUSSY IS, HOW OPEN THAT PUSSY IS, THAT YOU READY FOR SOME OF THIS THICK LOG SPLITTING YOU DEEP!” I opened my eyes to see him standing a few feet away, his hand inside his dirty, white briefs, sliding back and forth along his hardness that was angled now up and to the left and looked like it wrapped around his hip. Oh God I had to have that! I bounced up and down harder and he smiled, stopped stroking, relit the pipe, “COME ON NOW. SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD DOPED OUT WHORE YOU ARE. I THINK THAT’S SOME GOOD PUSSY YOU GOT THERE AND I’LL SOON SEE. FUCKING HORNED ME UP WATCHING ALL THOSE NICCAS GANG RAPE IT, BREED IT, FUCKING YOU MAKE YOU PREGNANT WITH THEIR DIRTY, HOMELESS, CRACKED OUT DICKS! READY FOR THAT PUSSY TO BLEED FOR ME? OPEN IT UP FOR MY BLACK SEED?” Another few hits of the pipe and Nathan stood us up, turned us around, and with his dick still in my ass fuck/crawled us up on the bed so I was lying flat with his big bull body on my back, holding me down. Once settled, he started pumping my ass again, forcing my hole open and fuck that felt so good. I then tried to look to my left as I felt a course rubbing on my skin. Nathan’s bull body blocked everything out, but my pimp’s voice - though muffled - was clear in meaning, “I’m tying you down. I told you fucking bitches and whores always try to run. They all think they can handle it, think their pussies can take this big ol-dick. But once I rip that ring open they tap out, crying and whining and screaming. You feeling that fire? That burning in your ass? Your fucking pussy just took a whole lotta niccas up in there so you better hope your shit ain’t too tight. Fuck I ain’t stopping once I get started. I already let your new landlord and employer know you won’t be around for a few days. Once I break a pussy’s walls down, I fuck until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” I tried pulling my hands closer to my body, suddenly afraid, but the coarse rope just cut into my skin. My pimp was behind me now as ropes were secured around my ankles, my legs pressed together and tied down. His voice was more distant, but still clear as Nathan’s dick stiffened in my ass as our host said, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN. LIKE I ALSO TOLD YOU - AND YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LISTENED BUT TOO LATE NOW YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT. THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW.” The ropes shifted, cutting into my flesh. Nathan yanked his hard dick out and rolled off my back and I heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. The bed creaked, shifted, and a sweaty body covered mine. Two large hands reached down and as my BBC pimp blew his hot breath on my neck his hands separated my cheeks exposing my hole. I held my breath as a gigantic piece of man flesh was angled into my crack, set against my asshole, and then he forcefully pushed. “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I had to go to work the next day and every time I sat down my ass ached and i thought about how hungry they were and how they treated me like a worthless piece of meat.... a few months later I was back. This time I hid a second pair of cloths down the trail a bit and a gallon of water to wash up with so I wouldn't look so disgusting when I came back to the hotel. I came up on the area again and I saw them all sitting around and hanging out....I had a small bottle of whisky and took several long swigs and felt the burn in my stomach. I wanted to run away but I was paralyzed standing there. fuck or flight!....I stripped down naked and walked up to them...then I turned and went over the the mattress..the one guy recognized me...he came over and grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock...they all came over and I sucked them off...then they pulled me up on my feet but I was now woozy from the booze...they bent me over and a guy plowed me up my ass as another skull fucked my throat...It was not as rough as last time or maybe this time I knew what to expect. I could feel their anger and frustration with how their lives turned out with each thrust..it was like they were saying "fuck you" world....I did notice this guy sitting off to the side not wanting to join in no matter how much they egged him on...when they were done one of the guys went to him and pulled him over. I heard him say that he didn't want to because he had some disease...the guy just laughed and said well then its your turn to go last....I freaked out as he pulled his pants down but they held me there on my knees...he stood before me..some guy lit a lighter and I saw it! His cock was oozing puss and was filled with open sores...fuck no!!!but they held my head as he slide it in my mouth....it tasted foul...he was raping me with a diseased cock...he suddenly turned into and animal telling me I was just like the fag that gave him this disease....then he pinned me to the mattress and shoved his cock in my ass...over and over....I finally felt him cum...he pulled out relieved and rolled away...I went to get up but they took me to the piss area and put me back on my knees...time to clean the fag off and they all stood in a circle and pissed all over me.....I left before sun up...washed up put the hidden cloths on...back to the hotel and then to work the next day....the clap and some antii bitotics and I was ready for my next trip.

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

Goddam -I almost shot my load hands-free when I read that line!! This story is so intense and somehow really appeals to me. Keep it coming!!

I generally go without and try again later... the tension builds. I have a drawer full of toys that rarely get used because, for me, using them is like fucking myself and the way I am wired it leaves me wanting. For me there's just more to getting fucked, I guess I milk a lot out of the experience (so to speak). I need/want a guys energy and seed, not just a cock to fill the space. Same if I am at a bath house or ABS and a top fucks me but doesn't come or pretends to but doesn't (I feel like I can tell) because he wants to spread himself around. I end up feeling frustrated and needing more. How a top fucks me has a lot to do with whether or not I am sated. And though it's been discussed before, calling my hole or me a pussy can be a total turn on for me depending on how you say it. For me, it's not the word but the attitude behind it. It's a totally emotional thing for me, not rational at all. I am not effeminate and the only people who know I am gay are the people I tell... i.e., there is nothing 'traditionally' "pussy" about me. I am also feminist socially/culturally, so I cringe at patriarchal stereotypes of women. If the word is use derogatorily, or it's attached to mysoginy, I am turned off. But as the conversations on this topic reveal, this can be a very individual, personal thing. For me too. It's not the word, but what is implicit from the individual using it. So, why does it have a "turn on" effect on me? Again, it's the energy and attitude behind it. If I feel the least bit bullied, I turn cold. If I feel threatened, I'm liable to come up on the balls of my feet (the ready stance of a life long martial artist). That rarely happens though. For me the term usually represents a Dom/sub energy, and it pushes my sub button. The more expert the Dom, the more powerful the trigger. Lol, I tend to be a very engaged, cerebral fuck. The Dom tops that end up 'owning' me and leaving their mark are the ones who use the the terms affectionately, but matter of factly. I.e., they are asserting position for both parties. I love the feeling of power exchange, of being possessed by desire. Add intelligence and the skill of a top who is out to not just fuck, but capture and possess, and it takes the experience to a whole different level for me. Using those words is not a black or white deal for me lol.

Happened to me, got a gift with purchase at Bloomingdales. Salesman fucked me in the dressing room.

3 loads on jan 1st 2 loads on jan 2 and 3rd and 3 already today! Happy slut so far this year ;-) If u are a rough poz top hit me up on bbrts (ShootInsideMe). In London until Sunday then back in NYC

A buddy sent me a message saying he was getting pozzed by an ex and they had agreed to both travel to where I lived for it as I was about midway between where they now lived. I said that really sounded hot and would love to see that for sure. He told me that his ex was bringing his new boyfriend also and they were both now poz and not on any meds with high VLs. I thought it would really be a hot time to watch all of this and take some pics too. They all agreed to let me take as many as I wanted. They arrived, got a motel room and called me up to let me know they were getting ready. I immediately took off and got there about 15 minutes later and ready to take pics. They were all three naked and told me they were about ready to start up good. They asked me if I would get naked too as they kind of thought it was a little weird of me to be fully clothed while they were all naked. This didn't bother me any, so I got my clothes off too. Thought it made it hotter, myself, and I am a little of a showoff anyway so nude is very nice. They started off by slapping my bud around a little bit, not much but just to let him know who was in charge. I had my camera ready and snapped a few pics of that although it didn't really interest me much. They then placed my bud on his back on the bed and got out ropes. Then they tied his arms over his head to the headboard and tied his ankles and pulled them up and tied them next to his wrists. This left his hole wide open and ready for action for sure and nothing more he could do. His ex then started to spank his ass some till it turned nice and red and I was right there taking pics of that too. After a little of that the new boyfriend got in his bag and took out some lube and then a brand new toothbrush. He said they were going to make sure their toxic cum got in good. The ex lubed up my buddies hole a little and then rammed the toothbrush in hard and started to twist it around and around and in and out hard, making sure he got all around and in deep as well as around the edges. I took several pics while he primed my buds ass. The toothbrush finally came out with small streaks of red and a pink tinge overall and he said he thought that ought to do it for sure. The ex and his boyfriend had both been stroking their cocks getting them ready for the nice fuck fest they were going to do to my bud. I took pics of that as well and wow, it had turned out to hot watching it unfold in front of me. Both of them had really nice thick cocks and both considerably longer than average, somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 1/2 to 9" each. Had trouble keeping my eyes off of them too. Damn, what great looking fucksticks to pound a hole with and loaded with magic juice to change my bud forever. My bud's ex then climbed over him and I climbed up on the bed to get a good pic of that beauty of a cock while it was entering to fuck him good. I took a pic of just the head in and then as it slowly entered, I got another good pic of it about half way in and then another shot as it was rammed all the way home. This was really getting hot for sure. I moved then to get around behind to get a nice shot from a lower rear angle. Had to bend over the bed and lean way down low to get some good shots as that cock began to plow hard and deep into my buddies hole. As I was getting the first angle lined up I felt the boyfriends hands on my ass as he leaned over me to watch too. He just leaned on me because to get the shots I wanted I was blocking his view. I didn't mind but was getting turned on by this whole show too. The boyfriend seemed to be getting turned on too as he started rubbing my ass and massaging my cheeks. The ex was really starting to get into a nice rhythm and the bed was really shaking. Then as I was snapping another pic the boyfriends hands moved a little more and he started running a finger around my hole. I was getting turned on by the scene too and was having trouble getting good pics with the bed rocking so much. Then I felt the boyfriend's finger at my hole and some wetness there as he had squeezed some lube onto his finger and slowly pushed it into me a little at a time. I was so entranced by the view in front of me I hardly noticed it at first. Then I definitely started to feel something nice as pleasure was coming from my own ass as the boyfriend's finger went in me further and then as he pulled it back out some he stuck another finger in also. Watching my buddy get his ass pummeled good by a big poz cock was far more exciting than I had thought it would be. The ex's boyfriend playing with my hole on top of it was really getting me turned on too. Very soon, I could tell he had three or maybe it was four fingers in my hole and working them around and in and out and then was whispering in me ear about how hot that show was. He went on, telling me how hot he was getting and could hardly wait for his turn. His fingers in my hole were driving me crazy too with what I was watching too. About this time my bud's ex started to pound a little harder and he yelled "Here comes my toxic load for you" and with that rammed his big cock all the way home as hard as he could and unloaded his massive load in him. The boyfriend whispered in my ear "It looks like you get off for now, as I am going to load that hole up again so that it is overflowing." The ex got up and I just barely had enough sense left to snap a couple of pics as his cock came out and caught a nice one of my buddy's hole before it closed up, full of nice poz cum. The boyfriend then got out from behind me and jumped on the bed and rammed his big cock home with one mighty thrust in that already ravaged hole. He started pounding even harder than the ex had and told us that he was going to pound that hole so hard it would definitely bleed some more and guarantee he got the bug. The boyfriend went to the bathroom and then he got behind me to watch too. He started playing with my ass like his boyfriend had and soon had three fingers in my hole and was making me hotter by the minute. The boyfriend was really pounding my buddy's hole hard and it was a huge turn on. With those fingers reaming my hole good it was really hard to concentrate and take pics but I wanted to get the good shots. After about 15 minutes of pounding the boyfriend slowed down a little and told us he was getting might close. He started to do slow but really hard thrusts in my buddy and I could see his face every once in a while give a grimace but was taking it well otherwise and his cock was at full attention, so I knew he was getting hot from it too. The ex was really ramming my ass with his fingers too and my cock was up full and dripping precum like a faucet. This whole scene was becoming an extremely hot scene and I found myself almost wishing I was my buddy and taking those poz cocks in me. I could almost see myself tied on that bed and taking those big toxic poz cocks in my hole and feeling them cum and filling me up with their huge loads. What a turn on. Then the boyfriend said "Watch this" and with that, rammed my bud a couple of more time and rammed home all the way on the second one and yelled "Here comes my poz load to turn you into our brotherhood." OMG, that was so hot. My own cock dripped even more precum and was twitching and tingling from it. Just as he was saying it the ex pulled his fingers out of my hole and before I knew what he was doing he rammed his own cock home in me and all of it in just one hard thrust. Took me by surprise as I hadn't even realized he had got hard again. Turns out that while we were watching the one show and he had been reaming my ass with his fingers, his other hand had been playing with his cock and had it up and good and hard from playing with my hole and watching the show. As his boyfriend was unloading in my bud, he just got carried away and rammed that nice big hard cock into me as he couldn't take it anymore. I could not really do anything either as he rammed in me and was so turned on that he only rammed it home and pulled back once and on the second thrust he leaned over me and said oh man, I am cumming already again. I could feel his cock as it pulsed and filled my hole up with his poz cum. I just collapsed on the bed and couldn't move it was such a shock and then it hit me: he had cum with his HVL toxic poz cum in my ass and as I thought this my cock which had been tingling anyway erupted all over the bed beneath me. Wow, got great pics but had not planned on participating at all. The ex told me he was sorry about that but just couldn't help it as the show was just to0 much for him and with my ass in the air taking pics he just had to get a release. Told him it was ok as I had been wondering about taking a poz load sometime soon anyway, he had only moved up the date some. LOL Since it was already done, we just traded around a few more times the rest of the night and my bud ended with four loads in his ass and I got three. Now we'll wait to see what happens later on.

(1) Terrified of getting HIV? Go on PrEP - Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis, a daily pill to prevent HIV infection. There's a whole subforum here about it, and for good basic information start here: ispreprightforme.com and prepfacts.org (2) Hoping I can trust people will wrap up if I write the note on my ass ... Are you nuts!? At a specifically-bareback sex party!? (3) Risk of incurable diseases that limit my intimate contact with the ones I love -- Being HIV positive DOES NOT mean you can't have condomless sex with someone you love. Poz/undetectable partners (who take their meds daily as directed and have a viral load suppressed below "detectable" levels) DO NOT transmit HIV. See results of the PARTNERS study: http://betablog.org/zero-hiv-transmissions-with-condomless-sex/