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Part 5 I spent the weekend at home, alone and drinking. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had to let it soak in. At least the weekend when by slowly, which was good as I wasn’t sure how I was going to face work and my boss on Monday, but eventually it came around. I arrived at my cubicle on time without having spoken with anyone, not even those on the elevator. I kept my head down and just waited, searching for a ready explanation to give anyone who asked if I was out of sorts. Not finding any creative explanation, I decided I would answer any inquiries by simply saying I had drunk too much over the weekend. Which wasn't by any stretch a lie. Once my computer was up and going, I went through my morning routines. Emails first. Fuck. There in my box was an email from my boss, telling me we had a meeting at ten in his office. Deep down I was hoping that it was a department meeting, but at ten I learned it was not. “Excellent job last week, Kent,” he said as I entered his office. “Thank you Sir,” I replied. “Please take a seat,” he said, moving around from behind his desk. Sitting on the corner of his desk, suit jacket open, his crotch open to my view. My hole twitched knowing what was lurking behind that zipper. “I had a good chat with the VP of Public Relations and needless to say he would like to get involved in our special project.” “Sir?” I asked. “He’s in a situation similar to mine, so I've offered him your services. He doesn't know your identity, but would like to meet you tonight at the same motel where we met.” “I don’t know.” “Same room, but at six” he said, adding “I have arranged for you to leave early, with pay, so you can be ready for your meeting.” “Sir, I ….” I tried to say. “Don’t disappoint me, Kent,” he said, “you are providing a great service to the executives of our corporation.” “Yes, Sir, I'll meet him at six.” “I knew you would, always a team player,” he replied with a smile, adding “you can leave at lunch time to get ready.” “Yes, Sir.” “Do me proud” he added as I stepped out of his office, but not before he commented “Oh, and our time Friday will be a standing appointment, got it?” “Yes, Sir.” The day went by fast at work and then at home. I quickly found myself back in my car heading out to the sleazy motel to be used by another man. I was a little nervous not only entering the motel during the day, but on who was about to meet. I had never met him before, nor had I ever laid eyes on him. Parking behind the motel, near room 13, I looked around. The only other vehicle in the lot was a black Range Rover. Taking a deep breathe I got out and headed to the door. I could see the curtains of the window open a bit. I fought the urge to peek in to see what I who I was going to met. I reached the door and knocked, abandoning the idea of peeking in the window. When the door opened I was shocked, instead of a very old man, I came face to face with a man in about his early forties. He had blonde hair and blues eyes, clean shaven. He was dressed only in white briefs, which were already tenting outwards. His body was toned and completely smooth. No words were spoken. He simply motioned for me to enter. Once inside the door was shut and locked. He pulled the curtains shut. I was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the bed, the one just a few days ago my boss fucked me three times and knocked me up. His hand on my ass brought me back to the present. I didn’t waste any time. I began to remove my clothes, until I was naked in front of him. Without saying a word, I moved to the bed and sat down. He just stood there and watched, rubbing his crotch through his underwear. “What position do you prefer for fucking?” I asked. “On your back, ass at the edge and your legs stretched up to heaven,” he replied. I laid back, making sure my ass was on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs. I watched him drop his briefs. His cock was not as big as my boss’s, but then few cocks would be. Still the blond man's cock was a good seven inches, cut. He moved towards my ass, slowly stroking his cock, which was already hard. Once at my ass, he pushed the head of his cock into my hole, but just only to hold it in place, it didn’t go in. “You understand that this will be a fuck with no condoms.” I nodded. “I don’t pull out either when I shoot my load.” I nodded again. “Oh, one more thing. I am highly toxic” he said slamming his cock into me balls deep. I screamed. I was pre-lubed but I was not relaxed enough for him to enter me. He pushed in further as his body met mine. “Wanna be a cold fucking whore” he said, “I will treat you like a cold fucking whore.” He pulled his cock back until his head was just inside and then slammed back in. The pain was intense. His hands gripped my ankles, pulling my legs wide. His cock was being rammed in and out of me. “Still shooting neg, bitch?” he asked. “I think so.” “So, no fuck-flu yet?” “No, Sir.” His balls were bouncing off my ass hard, as his cock used my hole. “You know you’re just a fuck hole to us” he said, “nothing more.” “Yes Sir, fuck me and breed me.” “A fucking whore who gives it away for free.” He was sweating good now. Beads of sweat was running down his chest. I turned my head to see our reflection in the mirror. I could see his ass muscles clinch up, causing deep dimples to form on his ass as he murmured “Leaking toxic cock slime into that whore ass.” I watch more beads of sweat run down his back and over his beefy ass. At times I could see the reflection of his cock pumping in and out of my ass. “Look at me, cunt.” I turned my head and looked him in the eyes. He pulled my legs open wider, causing a little pain in my groin. “Your fucking cock’s not even hard” he said, “you’re just a pussy boy.” His speed was picking up, his cock was pumping my ass harder and harder as it steadily thickened-up. “You should feel privileged getting my toxic load, bitch.” He slammed his cock deep into my hole and as he did so, he lost his balance and fell on top of me, his cock, however, remained buried deep in my hole as it pumped his poz load into my ass. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as he quickly lifted off of me and withdrew from my ass, wiping his cock on my leg and moved away. I slowly lowered my legs and stood. It was over quick. “At least you could say is fucking thank you,” he snapped. “Thank you Sir, for your toxic load.” He nodded in acknowledgement as he ordered “Get dressed and get out.” I quickly pulled my clothing on and stepped towards the door. As I reached for the door knob he called-out "Hey, I'll email your boss when I want that hole again,” adding as an after thought “It’s the best I’ve had in a long time.” I stepped out of his room and stood in the hall, my back up against his door, trying to take in the session in, recognizing he had treated me like shit, yet apparently wanted it again. "Damn, that’s fucked up," I said quietly to myself. “Got that pussy fucked again?” a voice to my right said. Walking up the sidewalk was the Marine. Shit, I thought, this is all I need. “Different john, I see. Maybe you should charge them. Sell that pussy if it’s that good,” he said with a laugh. I headed to my car to make my departure, but before I reached it he grunted “Hey faggot!” ever so helpfully reminding me “AIDS kills.”

Part 4 My boss pulled out of my hole. I could feel it gaping open. He climbed on the bed where his cock sprawled across his hairy thigh. I stood on the bed, straddling his hips, my hole teasing his cock, which left my cock pointing right at his face, just inches away. “You know, if we want to insure I infect you,” he said, “we need to do a little prep work.” “Is it too late?” I asked. “Not at all.” “I was trying to do that when I first started to finger your sweet hole.” With that his hand snaked its way up to my hole, where his finger nail ripped at my hole. It stung like a paper cut. He started to push it inside, at which point some of his cum dripped out, coating his finger. Once inside, he hooked his finger and start to scratch the inside of my hole. It wasn’t too painful, but it definitely hurt. He pushed in more and scratched the walls of my hole. Once he thought his work was done, he withdrew his finger, which was now coated in his toxic cum. i thought he was going to give it to me to taste, but it went into his mouth and he sucked it clean. “Your ass and my cum taste awesome together,” he remarked with a slight chuckle, as he slowly jacked his cock, which was gradually responding by stiffening up. He displayed his prowess by taking his shaft at the base tightly in his fist, holding it straight in the air. “Sit,” he ordered. I slowly squatted down as my boss aimed his cock at my hole. It wasn’t long until the big head was pressing against my hole. Bracing myself with the old wooden head board, I dropped lower onto my boss’s cock. His cock head popped into my hole with ease. “Drop down don’t stop at all” he said, “until you are balls-deep.” I took a deep breathe of air and dropped, loudly exclaiming "Fuck me,” even if, after two fucks, it still was a little stretch to accommodate his pole. Soon enough, however, I could feel his balls against my ass, his crotch hair as well. My cock and balls were resting on his hairy stomach, tickling them. “Now ride my horse cock,” he commanded. I lifted up until I could feel the head of his cock on my hole, then dropped back down. The boss let out a groan as I fucked myself. I picked up speed causing the mattress to squeak again. My boss was thrusting his hips upward, which pushed him back against the head board. His thrusting action was causing the head board to knock against the wall again. “Fuck his ass good, buddy,” said a voice in the next room. “Third time,” my boss replied, “come over and watch. Door's open.” “Oh fuck, yeah,” the other voice answered. I continued to ride his horse cock as we heard a door slam shut next door. My hole was sucking his cock back in as a knock came from the other side of your door. The door opened and a man came in. He was shirtless and was holding his open jeans up. He pulled up a chair to the bed, dropped his jeans to his ankles and sat down. He was toned and had a few tattoos. His cock was average in length, but thick. His crotch was shaved, as were his balls. He looked like a drug addict, but was too clean cut to be one. “My whore didn't show,” he said, “so I have been huffing poppers and jacking to you guys fucking.” “I got lucky,” my boss said, “this whore works for me.” “Fuck yeah,” the stranger said, “loved the poz roleplaying, made me shoot.” “Fuck, it’s not role-play,” my boss said, “I'm fuckin' infecting him.” “Oh fuck that’s twisted.” I continued to ride the horse cock, when my hole got to the head, I paused giving the stranger a good look at my boss' cock. I watched as the stranger as he stroked his hard cock. I could see a shine on his cock head from the pre-cum he was leaking. “Your next load you can shoot in his ass” my boss told him. “I’m not poz.” he said, “hell, I can't be since I'm in the Marines.” “It’s cool,” my boss muttered as he placed his hands under each check of my ass, helping me fuck myself on his cock. My cock was bouncing off his stomach each time I hit bottom. I could see the Marine out of the corner of my eye, he was huffing poppers and jacking his cock, his balls bouncing as his hand moved up and down. My boss’s cock was slick with the cum that was oozing down his shaft from my hole. My ass was wet from the cum that had started to coat his balls. I was leaving a little bit of pre-cum each time my cock hit his stomach. The Marine, meanwhile, had gotten up and moved to the edge of the bed, still stroking his cock. His cock was rock hard, as if he was ready to cum soon. “Feed me that load,” my boss said. The Marine quickly jumped on the bed and stood between me and my boss. He was straddling his body, cock to his face and ass to mine. I could smell the musk coming from his body, especially his ass. It was intoxicating. “Open wide,” the Marine instructed my boss, as I continued to ride my boss's cock, which was getting harder and harder. “Here it comes," the Marine announced as his body stiffened as he started to grunt. My boss moved forward bringing his mouth closer to the Marine’s cock. I could see the balls of the Marine bounce a little as he shot is load in my boss’ mouth. As soon as he was done, he jumped off the bed, put on his jeans and ran out. My boss’s face was a mess. It was covered in cum, even in his goatee and in his hair. “Did you taste any?” I asked. “A little, that cannon shot out everywhere, and kept firing,” he replied. “I need to clean you,” I suggested hopefully. “Not until I load your ass again,” he answered, adding “I’m so close.” I started to move up and down on his cock faster. My legs were beginning to ache from squatting so much and would be sore over the weekend. My boss’s breathing was becoming more rapid. He moved his hands to my shoulders, just resting them there as I bounced up and down on his cock. “Here it comes,” he yelled. “Shut the fuck up you faggots,” yelled the Marine in the next room. “Fucking going to load your ass,” my boss yelled even louder as he pushed me down hard onto his cock and held me there. His cock jumped inside my ass, depositing it’s third toxic load deep into me. I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me as it stopped shooting it’s load. With that I leaned forward and started to lick and suck all the cum off my boss's face, swallowing it. As I did so, I felt his cock slip out and fall between his legs. “I need to shower and head home” he said with a sigh. "Get dressed and be gone when I get out.” I stood up, moving off the bed and dressed quickly so I heard the shower come on as I left. Getting into my car and heading home, I was lost in the memory of what just happened. I had the weekend to processes the events: my boss using me three times, force-pozzing me, and I acquiesced to his designs, without even a fight.

FS Part 14 Stinger helped me off the table after Fister and the doctor left the exam room. “I’m going to be in the freak show?” I asked “Yeah buddy” Stinger said. “But what about my life, my job, and my home?” “That’s the past. Think of it traveling with the carnival, getting cock every where we go” It did sound fun, but I would have to give up everything. “What would I do there” “You would have your own, adults only act” Stinger said, “We could bill you as The Grand Canyon as Assholes” he said with a laugh. “Seriously” “Dude, you would be getting fucked by almost every dick that walked in” I just gave him this look. “I am serious.” “Can I think about it” “Not too long, we leave in two days” he said, “Off to another town” After getting my clothes, dressing, I was about to head out when Stinger came running down the hall after me. “I will be at your place at noon, the day after tomorrow” I shook my head and left. The bearded lady was gone. I went and there was a cab sitting there waiting for me. “You should go with them” the driver said. “What?” “You should go with them” he said pulling away from the curb. “How do you” I said stopping suddenly mid sentence. “How do I know? Dude, Stinger in my nephew.” I sat back and rode home in silence. The sun was going down when we arrived on my street. I was lost in thought as we pulled up. “Shit, I don’t have any cash” I said looking in my wallet. “I will take it out in trade” he said laughing. “Park and come to apartment three, door will be open” I got out and went up to my place, leaving the door ajar as i went in. I quickly stripped naked and got on my knees, directly in front of the door. I heard his steps coming down the hall a short time later. There was a quiet knock and the door slowly opened. He saw me naked on my knees and just shook his head. “No bitch, I want that ass” He came in and closed the door, locking it. “Get on your bed, ass up” he ordered. I moved fast into my bedroom and did as he said. He came into my bedroom buck naked. His cock was uncut and thick. He was pulling the foreskin back exposing the had as he walked towards me, balls bouncing as they hung low. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole, which was still wet from the fucking that I got earlier. I could feel my puffy hole twitching as I rubbed it. Once at my ass, he spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock head, then pushed in. My hole gave way easily. His cock slid all the way into me. “That’s one loose pussy you got there, tighten it up” he said. I squeezed my hole, trying to make it tighter for his cock. “Better but it’s still loose as fuck” he said, “What did they put in you, a Mack truck?” he said laughing. He began to fuck my hole, pulling his cock completely out and then shoving it back in. My hole gave way easily each time. I just laid there and took his fucking. I was tired, but I wanted it. “You poz?” I asked him. “Who the fuck do you think gave it to Stinger, mate?” “Fuck man, that’s twisted” “Nah fucker, what’s twisted is selling him to the Professor” he said laughing. “Don’t you mean the Doctor” “Hell no, the Professor, he is the one that owns the Freak Show and all the freaks.” “Did you know Stinger wants to keep me”

“Yeah and I can tell you I know you are going to go with them” His cock was still punch fucking my hole. His balls were hitting my hole as he fucked me. “Wait until you get fucked by the Professor, he’s twisted.” Yeah?” I said as my cock twitched. “Yeah, watched him fuck Stinger, shot two loads, on without even touching myself” My cock was now completely hard. “oh someone likes that” he said holding onto my hard cock. He started to jack my cock as he continued to fuck me. My mind was lost in images of Stinger being used and abused by the Professor. My cock started to leak fuck snot onto the hand of Stinger’s uncle, not just a little a lot. “You have the mental picture” he said jacking my cock. “Yeah” “You should see the fucking video of it” he said. More pre-cum shot out of my hole, it looked like I had shot a mini load of cum. He let go of my cock and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking and licking my pre-cum off. His lips smacked as he gobbled it down. Once done his hand went back to my cock and began too jack it again. His cock was thrusting in and out of my hole roughly, but my hole was still gapping wide so it was not painful. His hand was jacking me and I knew I would not last much longer. My muscles began to tense up. “I’m cumming” I shouted. He pulled out of me and put his mouth over my cock, swallowing my load as it shot out of my piss hole. I grabbed his head in my hands and held on tightly. As soon as my cock became sensitive, I pushed him off. He slammed his cock back in my hole and started to pound my hole. He grunted every time his cock penetrated my hole and hit bottom. My whole body shook as he fucked me. His balls hit hard against me, until he slammed into me hard and stayed there. “Oh you fucking freak, I’m cumming into you” he said. “Breed me” I yelled “Fucking my poz fucking load into the freak hole” It was right then and there, I made up my mind.

Part 3 I kept fighting to push him off of me. I had a good idea of what he had and I didn’t want it, however my efforts to extract my ass from his cock were just a waste of energy. “It’s too late. I’m so turned on” he said smiling, “I've been leaking into your warm hole since I slid in." His cock was pumping faster and harder as he pressed his weight down on me, holding me still as he explained “I need this release," his breath becoming increasingly coarse, even as his cock because increasingly turgid. "I’m so close,” he murmured as his hips pounded ever faster. I gave-up on escaping and counted on him finishing-up after which I could escape, and clean-out his load. Grunting, he fucked me with yet increased energy. "Here it comes,” he announced as he pushed deep into my ass, raised up his body, his hands anchored on my chest as he positioned himself for his explosion, exclaiming "I'm shooting my toxic HIV into your hole!” as he pushed against me more and more, almost slamming his hips into me, repeatedly exclaiming "Take it, take it,” only to collapse on me, laying there gasping for breath but otherwise motionless. I tied to wiggle out from under him, as he was in a relaxed state from his climax, but he sensed it and pressed more of his weight to me, explaining "Oh, we're not done. I still have a couple of loads left in my balls," as he pushed deeper into my ass, somehow trying to find ever more depth. Then with a slight chuckle he explained "I've been saving this up for a while.” I accepted that I was stuck, that I was going to get more poz loads out of my boss. He didn’t wait long until he started to pump his hard massive cock in and out of my hole. With his cum in me, his cock was now wet. I moaned over and over as he fucked me, commenting “The whore likes my big poz cock.” Giving into to the demon lust I answered “Oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me Daddy!” He stood up, grabbed my ankles in his big hands, spreading my legs wide. “You got it baby’ he said smiling pumping his cock into me hard and harder. Oh my hole had never felt like this, it was stretched around a huge cock and the sensations were out of this world. “Give me another load” I yelled. “What kind of load do you want?” he asked. “A poz load, your poz load!” I was now getting into this. I had dropped my guard, my fear and I was letting loose. I wanted more of his furry body, more of his cock and more of his cum. “Oh fuck yeah, I knew I had you pegged right,” he remarked almost to himself. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he pounded my hole. Harder and harder he fucked me. The mattress was squeaking and the bed was hitting the wall causing a rhythmic pounding noise. The thuds were getting louder and louder, the faster he pounded my hole. “Oh fuck yeah, give me that big cock” I yelled. He was now pulling completely out of my hole and ramming it back in. The thuds were getting louder too. “Someone’s getting fucked hard in that room” I heard someone out side say. “Harder," I yelled. He was really starting to sweat, which was matting down his fur. He was breathing hard. I could feel his cock hardening up as his balls drew up close to his body as he grunted "Oh, fuck, your ass is milking my cock.” “Shoot it in me deep” I yelled, "poz my ass.” He slammed into me hard and collapsed onto my body, knocking the breath out of me. I struggled to breathe. As the shooting of cum in my ass slowed, he raised up a little, giving each of us a slight breather, after which he explained “The next fuck, you are going to do the work and ride me.” I just nodded.

Still in a daze, I jumped on his back, clean or not I was going to fuck one of my last negative loads into him right now. I didn’t care. “You get to get every load I pump out from now until I test poz, you hear me fucker” “Yes Sir.” I didn’t lube his ass or my cock. I was going in dry and I was going in fast. I lined my cock up with his hole. I could feel the heat coming off it. He was motionless under me. I began to push hard against his hole and it was not opening. I slapped the side of his hip twice and it gave up a little resistance, allowing me to pop the head in. Peter screamed a little. I grabbed a pillow with one hand and pulled his head up with his hair and forced the pillow under him. I continued to push my cock in his hole. I forced his face into the pillow. “Scream in that you fucking wimp” I said. I pushed harder into his dry hole, my dick moved quickly and hit bottom. I felt him struggle as he screamed louder into the pillow. I didn’t give him time to get use to me. I didn’t have much time, I was sure he had another person lined up for my hole. I began to fuck his hole hard and fast, slapping his hip as I did. He was screaming a lot less but still screaming from the pain. His hole didn’t feel as good as it usually did but I didn’t care I wanted him to hurt. I slammed my cock into him and shot my load. “One less neg load in me fucker” I said pulling out of him. My cock was pretty clean except for a few bright pink spots on my shaft, a mixture of cum and blood. “Go clean up fucker” Peter jumped off the bed and went into the bath room, just as his phone went off again. It was another text message. The guy would be here in fifteen minutes to poz my hole. “Next poz fucker will be here in 15” I yelled to Peter in the bathroom. He came out still wiping his ass with a wet cloth. He looked hurt and confused. “Fuck baby that’s a side I have never seen” he said to me. “You deserved it with what you did to me” “I fucking love it” he said smiling. “Piss me off again and it will come out” I went over to him and put my arms around him, hugging him tight. I stared right into his eyes. “Thank you Peter, this is going to be a great vacation” I said. I kissed him hard and deep as his phone went off again. I was hoping it was the next man saying he was hear early as we continued to kiss.

FS Part 15 Stinger showed up right when he said he would. I knew when there was a knock at my door it was him. I had been looking out my bedroom window, wasn't much of a view, but I could stare off and let my mind wonder. I got up after the first round of knocks and headed to the door. There he was on the other side, grinning from ear to ear. “You going?” he asked. I moved aside to show him my bags. “Fuck yet, we celebrate tonight with my cock slamming your hole” “Or mine slamming yours” “Nope, gotta fuck my uncle’s stink off you” I just nodded. Looks like news travels fast among the freaks. I went back and grabbed my bags. Stinger came in and grabbed my bags, picking them up with ease. I locked my door and threw my key on the floor. I took one last look at my old life, shut the door and left. Down at the street waited a cab, his Uncle’s cab. “All set boys” he asked. “Lets go!” I said. Stinger’s hands went into my crotch and began to massage it. He squeezed my cock through my pants, causing my cock to get hard. He leaned into me and started to kiss me hard, which only made my cock harder. “Hey faggots, people can see you” Stinger’s Uncle said. Stinger paid his uncle no mind and unzipped my pants. He pulled my cock out and went down on it. I threw my head back as Stinger started to suck my cock, bobbing his head up and down. “Oh fuck that's hot,” his uncle said, “may have to pull off somewhere and join you two” “Now who's the faggot” Stinger said pulling off my cock. The cab turned down a dark alley and parked in a truck bay, was dark and the building looked abandoned. Stinger’s uncle got out of the drivers seat and made his way around to the back passenger side door. Stinger got on his knees and pushed the ass of his pants down. The door opened and there stood his uncle with his cock and balls hanging out of his fly. He grabbed Stinger’s hips and rammed his cock up his hole. Stinger yelled a little with my cock in his mouth. The cab shook some as is Uncle pounded his hole. My eyes were focused on the action happening to my right and one hand was on Stinger’s bald head. Suddenly my door opened. I jerked my head to the left to see the face of a man in uniform. Fuck, it was a cop. “So what do we have here” he said, “a bunch of cock whores” I was scared shitless, but Stinger’s uncle was still fucking. Stinger got off my cock and brought his face to mine. As he was moving me so my ass was sticking out the door, the cop was standing up. “Drop your pants” Stinger whispered. I obeyed and soon felt a hand on my ass. “Had this hole, Mack?” the cop asked. “Yeah it's good, but loose” I could just see some of the cop if I cocked my head, he was unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock. “Takes all nuts?” “Fuck yeah” I felt the cops cock head rub up and down my crack. He spit, either in his hand or on his cock. The cock head pushed at my hole. I pushed out my hole, this allowed the cops head to pop into my hole. His cock head felt big, and his shaft felt thick as he pushed in deeper. He grabbed my hips and started to pump in and out of my hole. “Yeah Mack, it's a bit loose” the cop said, “guess Mr Fister and Dr Clown has used this hole” “Yeah the have, as well as a bunch of the freaks” The cop continued to fuck my hole. Stinger's head was on my shoulder. “You will have to fuck his stink off me now” Stinger whispered. I pushed back my hole onto the cops thick cock, driving him deeper. His cock was really thick at the base, he wasn't long, but he was thick. I moaned as he continued to fuck me. I squeezed my hole around his cock. “Yeah you fucking freak,” he said, “squeeze my cock with your hole” Stinger’s uncle was pounding his hole hard and fast. His grip on his hips were making Stinger’s face tense up. I knew he was in some pain. The cop was fucking me harder now. I was still pushing back on his cock as he thrust in to my hole. “Need to blow and get back on the beat” the cop said. “Yeah gonna blow my load up my nephew’s hole soon” “Oh fuck, that's hot and is sending me over the edge” The cop grabbed my hips and thruster in. I could feel l every shot of cum pumping out of his cock. It sprayed the inside of my hole. Mack rammed into Stinger's ass hard, shooting his load in to him. The cop pulled out and stood there. Cock hanging out of his fly. “Clean him up” Stinger said to me. I flipped around and took his spent cock into my mouth and sucked him clean. His hand rubbed my hair as I did it. He kept repeating: “Good boy” While I was doing this, Stinger had pulled up his pants and sat in the seat next to me, playing and fingering my freshly fucked hole. His uncle was dressed and in the driver’s seat again. “When does the freak show pull out” the cop asked Mack. “Tomorrow morning” “Tell the Professor Frank and I will be out for some fun with this new one tonight” the cop said “Will do” The cop tucked his cock back in and zip up. “Usual fees apply” Mack said. The cop slammed my door and hit the top of the cab three times. He stepped back and we drove off. “Looks like you made an impression on that cop, freak” We drove until we got to the camp grounds and found the carnival and freak show packing up. The cab took us right to the entrance. We got out and got my bags. “Let’s go see the Professor”

I laid tied to the bed, staring at the hotel door, waiting for the next top to come and poz my hole. Wrestling with how to come to terms with the whole thing. “Peter?” I said. “What” he snapped back. “I admit I wanted to be pozzed, but honestly not like this” “Yeah, I know how you wanted it, you wanted me to do so you could hold it over my head” “No I wouldn’t” The knock at the door kept him from responding. As he opened it wondered who would be there. The man that was outside was fucking hot. He was like a living god. Tall, dark, handsome and covered in tattoos. Under his tank he was furry and muscular. As he walked into the room, his cock jumped under his gym shorts. “So how many have knocked him up?” he asked “An escort, me, and a guy who was full blown” Peter said. “Fuckin’ hot” the stranger said, “let me add mine” “He’s open for business,” Peter replied, “tell all your toxic friends” “Fuck man, I can have my husband head over after his workout, as well as some of my buds” “The more the better” The muscle god was now stripping. Once his tank was removed and his body exposed, I was in awe. He was solidly built. “you ready for this?” he asked looking right at me. “Yes” I replied. “If he starts to object, just keep going,” Peter said, “he’s going home poz one way or another” I watched the muscle god drop his shorts, exposing his thick veiny cock. It had to be nine inches. I licked my lips and lifted my hips off the bed, raising my ass up in the air. “Someone’s eager” Peter said. The stranger climbed between my legs and buried his face in my crack. Licking my hole, soaking it with his spit. Peter was pinching his nipples as he watch. The stinger then climbed on top of me, line up his cock and pushed it in. I let out a loud moan. He dropped body on me and I felt as if I was being smothered. He was pumping his cock in and out of my hole. I would lift my hips off the bed, pushing upwards so my ass was meeting his cock. “Someone’s very eager” the stranger said. “Fuck your poz load into me” I said. The stranger slammed his cock into me hard, pushing me into the mattress. I was pushing back my ass as he slammed in. I watched Peter across the room, watching me as I was getting fucked. “Untie me your twisted motherfucker, so I can fuck this man properly” I yelled to him. Peter dropped his phone and quickly moved over to the bed. He released both my wrists and i pushed myself up to a kneeling position. I wanted this doggie style. “Fuck me like the bitch I am” I said. The stranger grabbed my hips and began to fuck me more, faster and harder. “Slap my ass” I ordered. Peter was releasing my ankles. “I said slap my ass” The stranger slapped my right cheek hard, making it sting. “Again” I said He then started to slap my ass over and over as he pounded my hole. “Glad to see you are embracing your inner pig” Peter said. “Oh I’m just beginning” The stranger pulls out and flips me over on my back, grabbing my ankles he pushed my legs back, shoving my knees into my chest. Peter grabs his cock and lines it up with my hole. The stranger’s cock pushes in all the way. “Going to dump my load into your hot ass soon buddy” He started to pound my hole, thrusting his body weight into me. I could see Peter standing there, his cock was getting hard again. I watched it lift off his balls and slowly start to expand, until it was sticking straight out. I squeezed my hole around his cock as the stranger fucked me. The bed was squeaking as we fucked on it. I know people passing the room could hear it, but I didn’t care, fuck them. Hell, if they wanted they could come in and fuck me too. I didn’t want to fight this any more. I wanted to be a fucking pig. The stranger’s cock was rock hard and his balls were tensing up, drawing close to his body. He was getting close to dumping his poz load into me. “Want my load fucker’ he asked. “Fuck yeah, is a pig’s ass pork” “Fuck yeah” “Dump your poz load in my hole” He slammed into me. He grunted loudly as he emptied his balls into my hole. Every few seconds he would pull out and thrust back in. “Fuck dude, y’all up for a little four-way later tonight” “Fuck yeah” I said. “I will text you the address when I get to my car” he said, “my husband needs to poz that ass” “Tonight all holes will be available” I said. “Same here” He pulled off me and began dressing. I wasn’t sure if Peter was in shock or just scared. As soon as the man left the room. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it hard. I stared at Peter the whole time, watching him and his hard cock standing there. “Hope we have some time before my next trick,” I said to him. A beep on his phone brought him back to reality. I grabbed it off the table, it was a text message of the guys address and what time to be at his place. I tossed his phone back down, then walked towards him next to the bed. “Your ass is next” I said to him, pushing him on the bed.

Part 2 I spent the whole next morning in my cubicle, working. I didn’t see my boss all morning. Lunch time came and went. It was about 1:30 when my phone vibrated. It was the text message that was promised. It read: 9:30 p.m. at the Full Moon Motel, Lakeshore drive, Room 13 The rest of the day my mind wondered, what did I get myself into. I finished the workday, still no sight of my boss, hurried home and got ready. I got in my car and drove out to the motel. I was shocked when I saw it. Not only was it sleazy looking, but it also looked like a setting of a horror flick. I drove around the hotel, only a few cars were parked in the lot. The room I was looking for was on the back side of the hotel, you could not see the road from here, nor can anyone see your car from the road. The lot was dark, and most of the lights were out or flickering in the open halls. I parked and got out. The numbers were missing from door 13, You could see the the out line where the numbers used to be, etched in the paint. I knocked and then waited. “Right on time,” my boss said as he motioned for me to come in. He was still fully dressed in his suit. I went to say something and he put his hand to my mouth. “Strip” he said. I kicked off my shoes and then reached down and pulled off my socks. He moved over to the bed and sat on the corner. I watched him rub his crotch as I undressed. I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my smooth defined chest. I started to play with my nipples, pulling on them. I reached down and popped all the buttons on my button fly jeans, exposing my crotch hair to my boss, since I had no underwear on. “Turn around and drop those jeans, Let me see that ass” he said. I turned my back to him and slowly pushed down my jeans as I did I bent over, opening my crack up to him and exposing my hole. I carefully stepped out of my jeans, throwing them over with my shirt. “Even hotter out of your pants” my boss said, “That ass has drove me crazy for a while” I reached back and spread my checks more, giving him a better view of my hole. I pushed it out and sucked it back in. Teasing him. “Strip me” he said. I stood up and moved over to him. While he was still seated, I untied his tie and laid it nicely in the chair near the bed. I went behind him and helped him out of his suit jacket, again putting it nicely on the back of the chair. I, then, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rubbing my hands over the fur on the back of his hands as I did. He stood up, as I began to unbutton his dress shirt, with each button undone, his hairy chest was exposed. It was a forest of black fur with just a few white ones mixed in, causing my cock to get harder. Once fully unbuttoned, I pulled the shirt tail out of his pants and took off his shirt. “Can I please Sir” I asked him, and his only response was a nod. I ran my hands in his fur, exploring his muscular chest hidden within the hair. I slid my hands down his furry stomach to his pants. Undoing his belt first, I continued to strip him. I was about to undo the button on his pants when he cleared his throat. “Shoes” he said. I dropped to my knees, putting my face right in front of that massive bulge. My hands were busy untying his laces, carefully so I would not knot them. I pulled each shoe off and then his socks, still staring at his crotch. I reached up and undid this pants and lowered his zipper. His dress pants slowly slid down his legs, without my help, revealing his black boxer briefs. He stepped out of his pants, allowing me to place them on the chair, folded neatly. He had put his fingers inside the waist band of his underwear. “Tell the boss what you want” he said. “I want your massive cock” I replied. “Where do you want that massive cock” “In my holes” He pulled down his underwear and stepped out. His cock was almost hard and bounced as it popped out of this underwear. He offered them to me. I brought them to my noise and sniffed. I could smell his musk on them. As I was sniffing his underwear, he reach around and put a finger in my hole, slowly circling it. “Pre-lubed, you are a good whore” I pushed back on his finger, which slid into my hole. I took a big sniff of his underwear, taking in his musk. His finger pushed in deep, then slowly slid back out. I pushed my ass back to meet his finger coming back into me. “A very good whore” he said silently. I could feel his cock pressing against my upper thigh. It was driving me crazy, I wanted to touch it, suck it, get fucked by it. With his free hand, he began to move his cock, first sliding it over my ass cheeks, then slapping them with it. He dropped it down on the top of my ass and left it resting there. “Get on the bed, on your back.” he said, “and get those legs high in the air” I didn’t hesitate, even though I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted to taste the musk on it. I was on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed. I lifted my legs up and then brought them into my chest, giving my boss full access to my hole. He positioned his cock at my hole, circling it with his head, gently pushing in against my hole. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. “I brought some condoms, they are in my pocket” I said. “Don’t use them, so we don’t need them” he replied. 

I went to protest, but he was pushing his cock into my hole. I took a deep breathe and pushed my hole out, giving him less resistance. My hole stretched to open around his cock head. I wished I had some poppers, but I didn’t forgot them. I moaned as he slide his massive cock into me slowly. His head popped in and I could feel the meaty shaft sliding into my hole. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in. I could feel his crotch hair against my ass, as well as his huge nuts. Once in he pulled my legs apart and laid on top of me, pressing his full weight on me. I could feel his hot furry torso against me. “See, my wife won’t let me fuck her at all, with or without a condom” he said. He slowly was moving his hips in a small circle. “it’s not that she can’t take my big cock” he said, “she took it fine early in our marriage” He started to pull his cock out slowly, teasing my hole. “I wasn’t the faithful man to her” He was now slowly pumping his cock in and out of my hole, bringing the head back until it was pulling at my hole from the inside and then pushing it back in. “I fucked women and men” I was moaning loudly by now. His cock felt so good in my hole. HIs fur was tickling my smooth skin. “Even took a cock or two up my ass” I wrapped my arms round him, feeling his furry back. He was a walking ape. “I wasn’t careful” he said. The pumping of his cock in and out of my hole was picking up speed. I reached down and grabbed at his furry ass checks, pulling him into me more. “Caught something I couldn’t get rid of” That registered into my mind quickly and I began to panic. I moved my hands between our chests and started to push him back. Fuck this whole fantasy of mine just went to a place I didn’t think or want it to go. He was much stronger than I was and pushed back.

Part 1 Fuck, right there on the front of my khaki pants was a huge wet spot. I knew it was a bad idea to read the stories on Breeding Zone at work, but what was really worse, was I had to piss. How would I get from my cubicle to the mens room on the other side of the office without my co-workers seeing my huge wet spot? I put my head in my hands to think. Shit, I thought back to school when I had had to try to hide an inopportune hard on when called upon to go up to the board. Okay, hands in pockets - fuck that wouldn't work. Book in front of the crotch. Okay that would work. But wait - there were no books - but there were files. Yeah, a file would work. “Everything okay?” a voice asked from behind me. “Yeah, just trying to think” I replied, turning around my chair. Fuck, it was my boss. I panicked a little. Had he caught me looking at my phone reading the stories and gently rubbing my hard on in my pants. I had lusted after this man for so long, but not in an obvious way, but who wouldn’t. He was a little over six feet, salt and pepper hair, with the same in his goatee, and he filled out his suit perfectly. It was if is tailor had painted on his suits of him. You could always see a little tuff a hair sticking out of his collar, just behind his tie, with more tuffs at the cuffs of his sleeves leading to his furry hands. He walked around with a huge bulge in his crotch. I only had one word that really described him: DADDY. “Okay carry on” he said walking away. Grabbing my folder, I headed to the restroom, hiding my wet spot all the way. A s I entered, the lights flickered on. I was relieved that no one else was in the rest room. Grabbing a hand full of paper towels, leaving the folder on the sink. I headed to the stall. I shut the door and locked myself in and inspected my trousers. “Shit” I said out loud. The spot was bigger than I remembered. I took the towels and rubbed the spot trying to dry it. I began to worry that my coworkers would think I pissed on my self. It began to dry a little and disappear. Once it was small enough that people didn’t notice, I left the stall and stepped up the the urinal, unzipped and pulled out my soft cock. I was about to start to piss when the men’s room door opened and footsteps walked to the urinal next to me. “This is where you disappeared to,” my boss said. “Yeah,” I said nervously. “Don’t be pee shy on my account” he said, looking up from my cock. Damn, these older buildings with no dividers between the urinals are a blessing and a curse. I looked over and looked him right in the eyes. He had a big smile on his face. His hand were unzipping his dress pants. I looked down and watched him reach inside and pull out his cock. My eyes widened. His cock was so fucking thick. My first instinct was it was almost as thick as a beer bottle. And it was still fucking soft. The head along was huge. “Don’t be scared, it’s very friendly," he said. My eyes widened more, almost to the point of where they could pop right out. My boss knew I was looking at his cock and he was flirting with me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look” I said nervously. “Don’t be shy. I have seen you looking at me, looking at my crotch," he said. I was so scared and nervous I was about to pass out. I think my cock shriveled. “I have been watching you too, especially that ass” he said as hit piss start to flow and hit the back of the urinal. “You’re married” I said. “Oh, it’s complicated” he said. “Oh” I replied. “I need you to stay after we close. I have a special project for you” he said. He finished pissing, put his cock away and zipped up. I heard him behind me washing his hands. I closed my eyes and concentrated, getting my piss to flow. By the time I had finished, he was gone. My mind raced with thoughts and questions. I could only stare into the mirror, lost as I washed my hands. I returned to my desk and looked at the clock. Only two hours until closing and everyone would be leaving. I busied myself, trying to keep my mind off this after hours project he had for me. Each time I looked at the clock, only a few minutes went by. Time was dragging. I decided to stop looking at the clock and when I looked up again I saw the last person heading to the elevator. “You coming?” she asked. “Just finishing this report up. I'll be out of here in about 15 minutes or so.” The bitch didn’t even wait for my response. She simply rushed to get to the elevator, throwing me a casual wave. , she was rushing to get to the elevator waving at me. When she was gone, I got up and headed to my bosses office. Knocking on the door when I arrived. “Come in,” he said. As I did he motioned for me to sit down. He was behind his desk. As I sat down, he got up and moved in front of his desk, sitting on it in front of me. His suit jacket was unbuttoned and his crotch was huge. “I’m not going to beat around the bush here” he said, “I am going to propose something, if you say yes it must be a secret here in the office, If you say no, it’s okay, but if you got to HR, I will flat out deny it and your career here will be over.” “I understand.” “I need someone to give me some stress release. My wife refuses, and you are my choice” he said, “Understand?” “Yeah, I think so.” “We would meet at your place or a motel, you will give me my release,” adding “at least twice a week." I just stared at his eyes. “This will not help your career here in any way” he said. I just nodded. “Before you answer, let me show you what exactly you will be dealing with.” I watched as he undid his belt, letting it hang on each leg wide open. He then unbutton his pants and unzipped them, opening them wide. I could see his black underwear inside. I looked up at his face, seeing his smile grow. My eye went back down to his crotch. His hand moved inside his underwear, then pulled out his cock and balls. His cock hung over his balls, thick and veiny. His balls were huge too, not quite the size of eggs. Everything just hung there. I looked up and his eyebrows raised up. His hand moved back to his cock and wrapped around it, slowly fisting himself. His cock twitched and grew, thickening a little more, even as it grew substantially in length. I had seen a cock like this in porn, only it was uncut. His cock was the cock version of Lito Cruz. My mouth dropped a little, as I watched this meaty cock harden in front of my eyes. He let go, it was hard but still had a bit of softness to it. “I think it likes you,” he said coyly. I just nodded, I was speechless. “Are in you or out of this special project?” he asked. “Oh, I’m in, I'm definitely in.” “Excellent, tomorrow night is our first meeting. You will get a text of when and where tomorrow afternoon” he said, tucking his cock back in his pants.

FS Part 13 Join forces, what the fuck. I was almost in panic mode. I wanted to jump up and run out of the room, but there was no way with Stinger, Mr Fister, and Dr. Clown blocking my way. “I think the gas mask might be in order, Mr Stinger” the doctor said, slowly stroking his engorged purple cock. “I agree” Mr. Fister said, “It will also muffle any screams” “Not that anyone could hear him, well other than the Bearded Lady” Stinger said, “and you don’t want her here” Stinger moved to a cabinet and opened it. I could see inside, there were two gas masks that had long hoses coming from the nose area. The eye were dark and I wondered if when it was on, was I going to be able to see anything. At the end of the hose was a small connection. One another shelf was about a dozen bottle of poppers, all with no labels. “Professors, private brew,” Stinger said, getting a mask and bottle. He moved over to me, I lifted my head to make it easy for him to put the mask on. “Someone’s eager” he said as he slipped the mask over my face. I could feel the bands pulling at my hair as they tried to slip down securing the mask. He moved quickly to fix them and adjust them until the mask was tight against my face. The eye covers were too dark for me to see clearly, just shadows of the images on the other side. “Total sensory deprivation, if you please Mr. Stinger” Mr Fister said. I could hear movement in the room and could see a shadow move towards the cabinet again. “I would like a bottle as well” Dr. Clown said I could just see Stinger getting the bottle and handing it to the doctor. He returned to my side. I felt cotton being stuffed in each ear. The sounds were muffled now. Then he place a thick clothe over my ears, it was almost dead silent now. His last step was to but head phones on that and it was truly silent. I felt the tube move and suddenly the fresh air was replaced with the odor of poppers, strong ones. The rush was instant. I felt every muscle in my body go limp, my heart raced and I felt it. The rush increase more and more as I breathed in and out. I felt something press against my hole. It was there only for a second then it pushed in, driving deep. My hole spread out wide. Dr. Clown was sliding his cock into my hole. There was no pain this time, it felt good as it went into me. I don’t know if it was the poppers or if I was just used to my hole being open so wide. He began to pump his cock in and out. I could just see his outline between my legs. I watched as the shadow of his arm moved up to his face. I assumed he was taking a big hit of poppers. He suddenly started to pull his cock completely out and then ram it in all the way. I let out a yelp, but I don’t think anyone hear me, if they did, they didn’t seem to care and continued. I breathed deep and felt the rush of the poppers flood my body, causing what little pain to be replaced with pleasure. I could feel his body pressing up against me as he fucked my hole. I felt someone start to pinch my nipples, then twisted them. They were pulling on them, working them hard and rough. I twisted my head to see the shadow next to me and assumed it was Stinger, I could not see any other shadows in the room. Dr. Clown slammed his cock deep into my hole and stayed there, pressing his body against me. I felt a hand moving around the shaft of his cock, then his cock pulled out some, allowing the tips of the fingers to slid in-between the lips of my hole and the shaft of the cock. Slowly the fingers moved inward, sliding deeper into my hole. I breathed deeply again to get my hole to relax more, to allow the hand to come in with the cock. I felt the first set of knuckles slid into my hole. I breathed deeper and held my breathe then released. Sensing my new relaxation, Mr. Fister slid into me more and I felt his second set of knuckles slide into my hole. Dr. Clown’s head was thrown back, well it looked that way in the shadows that I could see. More pressure was added to my hole, stretching it more as the back of Mr. Fister's hand slid against it. With the cock in me, I could not feel the biggest part of the hand and thumb sliding into me. My nipples were becoming sore and that took my mind off my hole, but just momentarily. The hand inside my hole, started to move back and forth, but just small movements. At the same time, the doctor’s dick started to move with it, but opposite movements to the hand. My cock throbbed from the pleasure of my hole being fucked and fisted and the pain of the torture of my nipples. I could feel my cum shot building up and I knew I would shoot soon. The hand and cock continued to move inside me, it felt like Mr. Fister’s hand was slowly jacking off Dr. Clown’s cock inside my hole. Each thrust in from the cock, my own cock would jump and land back on my stomach. Stinger let go of my nipples and began to remove the headphones. The sounds of the room were slowly coming back, muffled but coming back. He removed the clothe and the cotton from my ears. I could hear everything now. Including my heart beat which was loudly beating in my ear from my popper high. I was now hearing the slurping sounds of my hole being fucked and fisted. Stinger went back to my nipples, twisting them hard and then pulling them. His hard cock was resting on my side and was leaking fuck juice. “Lick my hole” the doctor ordered. I thought Stinger was going to move around and stick his tongue up the doctor’s ass, but I heard moaning. Mr. Fister must have moved his tongue into the doctor’s crack and invade his hole. “Oh yeah that’s it, move your head with my ass, don’t let the tongue lose it’s touch on my hole” I heard a muffled reply, but could not make it out. Stinger released my nipples, allowing the blood to flow back in, only to pinch them again. This time he used the tip of his nails, digging them into my flesh. I released a loud moan inside of the gas mask. The poppers were still giving me a rush each time I breathed, but I was getting light headed at times. Stinger must has sensed that I needed air because he undid the little brown bottle from the hose and allowed fresh air to come in. I had not gooned on poppers in a long time. As much as I loved the rush, the fresh air was better right now. “Remove the mask, Stinger” Fister said. Releasing my nipples, Stinger pulled on the mask, pulling my hair, any resistance from the mask straps gave way and I was out of it. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the doctor pumping his cock in and out of my hole, while rubbing up against the hand inside with it. He was pinching his nipples, moaning. I could not see Fister at all, but I knew he was back there, slurping on the doctor’s hole. “Fuck me Fister,” he said. Fister did not slowly pull his hand out of my ass, he ripped it out. I yelped loudly as it slid out leaving only the doctor’s cock in me. The doctor had stopped moving and was waiting for Fister to push his cock up his ass. Soon they were in a good rhythm. The doctor nodded his head and Stringer jumped up on the table, squatting down on to my hard cock that the doctor was holding up. It easily slid into his muscle ass. Fister was the first one to cum, he grabbed the doctor in a bear hug and held on as his cock pumped his load deep into his ass. I could hear him grunting as he unloaded. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to shoot my load deep into Stinger. He continued to slide up and down my cock as it pulsed. Dr. Clown moaned as my hole twitched around his cock as I came up Stinger’s hole. Stinger sat down quickly, once he felt me shooting in his ass. The doctor picked up speed of his fucking and then after a minute, the doctor slammed into me deep shooting his load. Fister had pulled out and was standing by the cabinets. Stinger was slowly lifting off my soft cock, leaving the doctor buried deep in my hole. “You are going to make an excellent addition to our family of freaks” the doctor said. “I get to keep him?” Stinger said excitedly. “Yes Stinger you get to keep him” “He’s going to be my new pal” Stinger said like a small child.

We were all laying back together on the couch, taking a much needed breather and drinking water and Gatorade to stay hydrated. Trevor had greedily taken Daddy's ass-cum-and-piss-soaked cock into his mouth as soon as Daddy had pulled out after adding his chem piss to the two loads of POZ cum in the bottom's ass. Just like the tweaked out piggy boi he was there was no hesitation when I told him to clean Daddy's cock. He quickly spun around on his knees and started lapping at Daddy's thick wet dick like a dog lapping at his own nuts! Doing so had given me a perfect view of his sweaty hairy red boihole, the lips puffy from the back to back fucks he had just received from Daddy, and trickles of cum and piss pooling at the center of those lips. I bent forward, giving in to my own piggishness, burying my face between this young boi's sweet hole and began running my tongue around his leaking pucker, tasting the combined nectar there. His natural taste mixed with Daddy's cum and piss - with which I was very familiar - made it hard to stop. But I knew I needed to let the cum soaking inside him STAY inside him and do it's work. Now as we reclined on the couch touching each other's bodies and playing with nips and balls, Daddy turned the pig bottom's attention to the big screen TV which had been playing porn the entire time. The scene that was showing was of a young blond boi about Trevor's age with 2 hard bodied and hard dicked daddys one a hairy sexy white daddy with pierced nipples and the other a gorgeous smooth black Adonis with a dick that looked to be over 9 inches, thick and hard and wet with the young guy's spit. The ebony god's cock was withdrawn from the sucking mouth as white daddy fed the boy a couple of big hits from the pipe. "Ever had a black dick, pig", Daddy asked our boi as we watched the hot scene. "Once, it's been a couple years ago", Trevor answered as he himself took a hit as he was offered a newly packed pipe. "How was it?", I asked. "Did you like it? Was he as huge as that guy in the video?" Trevor exhaled a dick hardening perfect white cloud before answering. "I loved it bro! He wasn't AS big but almost and damn fat too! He fed me two thick loads of cum before he had to leave. Tried to connect with him a couple times after that but never could." Daddy turned Trevor's face to him and shotgunned the hit he had just taken into the pig's receptive mouth. I knew that even though we were taking a break Daddy was determined to keep the pig's high constant. As Daddy pulled back from the shotgun and looked into Trevor's dark pupils he said, "Bet a big black cock like that would feel real good in your boipussy now that you know how great getting fucked can be. Don't you think so?" Trevor blew out another cloud of smoke and coughed hard. "Damn Daddy! I don't think I could take anything that big! He's so fucking HUGE!!" Daddy pressed the point, planting the idea and desire in Trevor's tina controlled mind. "But I bet you'd try, wouldn't you? If a cock like that was here and offered to you, give you some more tina, and you'd be ready to feel that big beautiful black shaft opening you up. Am I right boi?" Daddy asked with a leering grin. Trevor shuddered in a combination of desire and fear. "Maybe", he finally half whispered. Then, "Oh damn it would feel incredible I bet!" Daddy chuckled as he ran a rough fingertip across Trevor's exposed hole, making him close his eyes and moan in pleasure. "No telling what will happen this weekend, boi. Your daddy and bro want to give you so much (he gave me a knowing smirk when he said this!), and explore all your darkest hottest fantasies. Some you may not have even admitted to yourself," he finished saying as he slid his thick finger into our pig's wet warm hole. "OOOOOOOOOO, daddy. That feels so good. MMMMM. Play with your boi's hole." "I will boi. Look at that kid on the screen. He is loving that big black cock in his mouth!" Trevor opened his eyes to watch and moaned again as Daddy slid a second finger inside him. "You see that tattoo on that black fuckers belly boi? Just above his pubic hair?" Trevor fixed his eyes on the screen again as we all took in the sight of the red scorpion standing out clearly against the black skin it was painted on. "Yes, daddy, I see it", he spoke softly and hesitantly. Daddy smiled at me over Trevor's head as I moved the bag of tina shards next to him. "Do you know what it means?" he asked as he withdrew his fingers from the pig's wet hole and dipped them into the bag of tina. "Oh, Daddy! Please! Don't stop! Please put them back in me!" "I am boi. Here", and he slid his tina coated fingers back into the hungry hole, causing a loud moan of delight to escape his lips. "Oh yeah, daddy. That's it. Thank you! It's burning a little bit though, but still feels so good". "That's probably because your hole's a little tender from getting fucked the first time. Let daddy use his fingers to massage it and it'll feel real good in a minute." Daddy is such an evil fucker!! My cock was throbbing so hard! "MMM. yes, daddy. It's feeling good. It's feeling real good." "Told you boi. Trust what daddy tells you. I'm here to make you feel good. Now you didn't answer me before. Do you know what that tattoo means?" Trevor looked from Daddy's face back to the screen where now the black stud was behind the white twink lining up his bare cock with the hairless hole. "Yes, Sir. It means he's pos...positive. HIV." Trevor breathed out the last word quietly but almost reverently. "Does that scare you boi? Does it turn you on? How's it make you feel?", as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of the horned up boi's hole. Before Trevor could answer we all watched as the black toxic dick began sliding into the twink's lubed up hole. The boi in the video arched his back and cried out, "Fuck YESS!! Fuck me with that black monster Daddy! Fuck your boi with your Big Black POZ cock! Oh gawd yes....do it!!" "OH Fuck!" Trevor blurted out. "That is so damn hot! Yeah do it daddy. Fuck your boi with your big black poz cock!" Daddy rammed three fingers all the way inside Trevor's hole at these words as we both leered at each other and Trevor moaned, watching the POZ sex on the screen and feeling daddy's fingers inside him. He was talking to the black daddy on the screen caught up in the moment but we both knew he was almost ready! And daddy and I were ready to start round two!!

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty I was carried over to the sling, raised high in the air. When I was lowered my back met the cold leather of the sling. I could hear chains clinking. I was pulled up a little, positioning my ass just over the edge of the leather. My legs were raised up and put in the leather hoops, holding them up. My arms were raised above my head and was locked in handcuffs. I tried to move my arms but they wouldn’t move. They were locked in that position. Fuck, no way to adjust the blindfold to get a peek at some of the men. I wondered why there were some that wanted to remain anonymous. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, which gave way instantly. I was back in business. “I hope you remember this cock from our first encounter.” the man said. “You fucked me in the first round” I said. “I fucked you way before that” he said. I knew it wasn’t Garrett or Dad. I started to think, crossing off people I could think of that fucked me. I couldn’t place the voice. Was it someone from the bookstore, rest stop bathroom or the poz resort? I didn’t know. “Going to give you want you need more of” he said, “AIDS loads” He was steadily fucking my hole. His thrusts make the chains clank more and more. I could hear more men cheering. It must have been a hot show. My cock was hard and was laying against my belly. “One day this boy cock is going up my hole” he said lifting it off my stomach and slowly jerking it. I moaned out a yes as his hand slowly continued to to stroke my cock from the base to the head. My balls began to pull up, I squeezed my ass, trying to hold off from shooting my load. “Hey Dad, get your mouth over here” the man said, “your boy has a treat for you” I felt a mouth cover my cock head. The man let go of my cock and the mouth slid down, deep throating my cock. The cock in my hole continued to fuck me. I tried to buck my hips up, but they were being held down by someone’s hand, which I assumed was Dad’s since he was sucking my cock. I moaned constantly. I was in so much pleasure. “I’m going to fucking shoot” I yelled out. The man in my hole started to fuck me faster and harder. I could feel the cum raising and raising until I couldn’t hold it back. I shot out into my Dad’s mouth. My muscles around my hole contracted as my cock pulsed. It caused my hole to squeeze some around the cock in me. He suddenly pushed into me and began to shoot his load into my hole. “Giving you fucking AIDS boy” he said, “For the third time” I felt him pull out and another cock push in. Dad was still on my cock, slowly running his tongue on my softening cock. I tried to buck my hips again because my cock was getting sensitive. Dad slowly pulled up off my cock, tightly holding my cock with his lips as he did. I felt my cock fall out and drop to my crotch. The cock in my hole was steadily fucking me, as I felt lips touch mine. I started to kiss the man, pushing my tongue into his mouth. It was then I tasted cum, my cum. It was my Dad kissing me and sharing my load with me. Even when both of us had swallowed our share of my load we kept kissing. “Oh fuck that’s hot” the man fucking me said “Daddy and son kissing” He fucked me harder and harder. I could feel Dad’s hand rubbing my chest, running across my nipples. Dad soon pulled away. “Taste good son” he said, “my boy’s poz load” I felt the man grab my hips and start pulling me on his cock. It wasn’t long until his cock was getting harder, signaling it was ready to add it’s load into me. “Here it comes little fuck toy” he said. He slammed into my body, thrusting me forward, his grip on my hips were the only thing that kept me from being pushed off his cock as it spit it’s viral load into me. His breathing was in the form of grunts. His body shook as he emptied his balls. I could feel a hot breathe on my ear as he pulled out and another hard toxic cock slid in. This one was thick and already felt rock hard. “Some of us have been talking” the voice said in my ear, “your Dad being one of them.” I didn’t recognized the voice. The cock in my hole was slowly moving in and out, trying to keep the chains quiet so I could hear the voice. “We thing it’s time to visit Dax and make some money off your boy pussy” he said. The man in my hole thrusted three times really hard into me, rattling the chains. “Your Daddy agrees. You’re a natural born cum dump bottom” he said. Three more thrusts into my hole. “We are sure Dax could use a boy like you” The man thrusted three more times and then slammed deep into my hole. I could feel his cock twitch and pulse as he added his toxic cum. 
“Daddy is going to email him to get you a face to face, or maybe it will be hole to cock” the voice said. The man in me pulled his cock out and again was replaced by another, who quickly started to fuck my hole fast and hard. “Daddy already let the cameramen know to send a copy of tonights gang bang film to him” he said. I was being fucked harder and harder now, as if the voice was turning each man on, making them want to fuck and cum, no matter how quick. I could feel the cum running down my ass, some running under me and in-between me and the leather of the sling. “Ask Daddy sometime about his gang bang film and his time with Dax” the voice said before leaving my ear. I closed my eyes trying to process what I had just heard. I knew I wanted to see Dad’s gang bang film. My cock jumped again at the thoughts in my head of my Dad tied down to the fuck bench or in the sling getting fucked just like I was now. I lost count of the men who had been fucking me, all I could think about was Dad. I wanted to know more. Soon I felt my hands being released and my legs being taking down. “Son, hey son” my Dad said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “It’s over buddy, Skin and I had a awesome time” Garrett said, pulling off the blind fold. I looked around and the place was empty, besides dad and I. “Sixty loads boy up that hole, it’s a new club record,” Dad said, “hell it’s the only record.” “Let’s get out out of there and into the showers” Garrett said. “Careful of the floor” Dad said. “Yeah someone flooded the place with cum” Garrett said laughing. I was helped out of the sling, my foot landed in the big puddle of cum on the floor, in an area that would have been under my ass. It slid forward. Thankfully Dad and Garrett caught me or I would have busted my ass on the concrete floor. We made it to the shower with no accidents. Cum was flowing from my ass. The hot water came quickly as I turned it on. I stepped under the water and just stood there. “Push the cum out son!” I aimed my ass at the tile wall and pushed. Cum shot out and landed on the tiles. The more I pushed the more cum came out. It still flowed when I stopped. Looking down I watched it flow down the drain. “Don’t worry Son, your body absorbed a lot of the strains tonight.” “Fuck yeah” Garrett said. “Hurry and clean up, so we can get you to bed, the sun is going to be coming up soon” I don’t remember much after that. I was tired and ready for bed.

Jason was desperately trying to place the mans face as the doctor got between his legs and started to man handle his penis. The doctor rubbed and pull the cock between his rough fingers trying to pry apart the piss slit but finding it sticky. “Hmmm well there is definitely an infection here. He squeezed Jason's dick and made some discharge apart collecting it on his finger. Bringing it up to his nose he sniffed “Hmmm this is a pretty nasty strain whatever it is. Looks and smells like Gonorrhea right Nick?” He proffered his finger across to the nurse Nick who looked at the discharge and also leaned in to sniff. “Yes I would agree Doctor. The colour, texture and smell definitely has all the same characteristics” “Take a closer look young Jason” the Doctor thrust his hand close towards Jasons face now who tried to buck his head back as the doctor moved his finger closer and closer. “Take a deep whiff, have you been noticing this smell a lot. Now Gonorrhea can infect any warm wet areas, have you had any throat pain recently?” The doctor moved his hands to Jasons mouth and squeezed his jaw open. The doctors bare fingers dived into Jasons mouth and he could feel the doctor rubbing around his gums and tongue. “Hmmm I wonder...” mused the doctor as he pushed two fingers down the back of Jasons throat. Jason could taste the disharge on the doctors finger sliding around inside his mouth and as the Doctor pushed his fingers deep down the back of Jasons throat he found no choice but to swallow. “Well there is definitely something down there too” I'll have to explore that later”. The Doctor took his fingers out of Jasons mouth and turned around to drag over a small stool which he sat on. “Well Nick it looks like we have a perfect patient here to help with the students. I believe they are currently in examination room 6 would you like to bring them through” Nick turned and left the room as Jason, still restrained on the examination chair, sat in slight disbelief at what was happening. “Sorry...?” Jason croaked from his man handled throat, “...students?” “Yes Jason, this is a teaching hospital and you signed a release allowing our students and staff to use you for teaching purposes. Don't worry this is a place of medicine, you are in the best hands for the care you need” “Doctor, something happened to me” Jason sighed, as tears began to gather in his eyes. “I... I think... I was raped and I don't know what to do”. “Well Jason that does sound like quite a statement. But I mean you seem like a strong capable lad to me, so I have to wonder if this sort allegation you are making is true, how did it happen? where were you? Why did you not try to stop it?” “I... I don't know? I don't know what happened, its just, theres so much I don't remember. My head is such a mess, even you look familiar to me and I don't know why” The Doctor leaned got between Jason's legs, leaned over and down in Jason's face “Well Jason's thats a very accusatory thing to say. Do you think I raped you? Here I am helping you and youre accusing me of raping you?” “No no you got me wrong thats not what I mean” Jason said crying more as he struggled in the examination chair. “Well I am not in any habit of raping young men, rape is for the unwilling and I always make sure the men I fuck want it” Jason's eyes bulged for a second when the door opened and in walked a large group of male students in white coat, led by the nurse Nick. The Doctors voice changed back into a professional tone as he encouraged the group around Jason. “Gentlemen yes welcome. What we have here is a young male patient who has come in today claiming to have been raped and yet we have found a very aggressive looking strain of Gonorrhea in his penis suggesting that he must have put his dick somewhere pretty infected already”. Jason tried to splutter some protests but The Doctor continued louder. “First we need to see if the infection has gotten into the patients bladder so we will need to insert a catheter , now his penis is quite gummed up so this may be uncomfortable. Nick would you mind?” Behind Jasons head, Nick appeared with a large spherical object and pushed the cold metal object into Jasons mouth. He then pulled on two restraints attached to the ball pulling it back hard into Jason's mouth and restricting his ability to open his mouth or close it. He tried to shout and cry but all that came out was a loud muffled moan. Still tied to the examination chair he was vulnerable and unable to stop the medical staff as they gathered round to watch the procedure up close. The Doctor gripped Jason's cock tightly and began to crudely shove the catheter tube into Jason's piss slit. High pitched squeals came from the gagged Jason, but fell on deaf ears. “Well this isnt working well as the urethra is too gummed and the penis too soft, so in circumstances like this it is good to get the patient aroused to help stiffen the passage and allows an easier entry” The doctor reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe which he proceeded to stick into Jason's cock pushing the plunger and administering the dosage. “Now as that caverject gets to work I want us to examine the lads anus.” The Doctor stood from his chair and began manipulating levers on the examination chair which raised it, lowered Jason's head and raised his arse up so his hole was spread and at waist height. The Doctor pushed two fingers into the tight swollen hole and pulled apart. “Now listen to that sound. Get close and listen” he began open and closing the hole, pulling the hole apart harder and faster to the sound of Jasons sobbing below. “Now that cracking sound you can hear is another telling sign of infection in there, thats dried discharge breaking apart as I manipulate his rectum. “We need to explore this hole deeper and see how bad this is, Nick could you one of the students administer two dosages into the patient please, we need to get this boy nice and relaxed and loose.” Nick moved to a drawer and pulled out two loaded syringes from, Jasons caught a glimpse of the liquid inside which appeared to have some red tinge floating around inside it. “Dont worry” said Nick “These were made up today with help from some of our other patients.” then as he and the male nurse took an arm each they wrapped tourniquets and then both pushed the needles into Jasons veins, pulled back mixed Jasons own blood with the concoction, and then pushed the dirty loads of crystal meth into him, pulling off the tourniquets and watching Jasons body shudder in exhilaration. Jason's mind began to fly away as the massive chemical boost burned its way through his veins however he caught the last of the Doctors voice as he began to drift off and away “Right then gentlemen, its time to explore this cunt and see how much damage was done, its also a great opportunity to show you how deep this little rabbit's hole can go” as he began to place pressure onto Jasons hole which felt as if it was enveloping the Doctors big bare hand.

I have found that I really enjoy the anonymous scene. I recently bought my own house in Vegas and the bottom floor guest room is perfectly set up for people to come through the front door, fuck me, and leave. One day in particular I was very horny and decided I was going to get multiple loads. I first put up an ad on bbrt and Craigslist. Then browsed around on gridnr. I would message people that I was taking anonymous loads as a pump and dump. I found that the profiles with no pictures the guys were more willing to actually want to fuck anonymous. I got a couple of hits on all the different sites and began my cum dump day. The set myself up in the room. Blindfolded ass up with the front door unlocked. I had sent my address out and started waiting. Shortly I heard the front door open and the first guy came into the room. I heard the familiar sound of clothes sliding off and then felt hands grip my ass. I moaned in response and then felt his tongue on my hole. I immediately started whimpering begging for him to fuck me. I had left some lube and poppers to the side but the guy decided he had other plans. He rimmed, licked, and sucked on my hole getting it nice and wet. I then heard him spit and felt his fingers push into. I moaned some more and spread my ass for him. Slowly he worked my hole open all the while spitting into it. Finally I felt that wonderful feeling if his dick on my hole and he pushed in. Using only his spit as lube. It hurt at first and pulled away, but he grabbed my hips holding me in place and rammed into me grunting. I whimpered and bit my pillow bearing the pain. He had no mercy and just fucked me harder and harder. He must have been horny because he blew really quickly. Never saying a word to me other than grunts and groans he gave me his wonderful load. Pulling out he slapped my ass and then left. I fingers my hole feeling his load in me waiting for the next person and I didn't have to wait long. Soon I heard the door open and heard a hello. The next guy I could tell was nervous and he was very slow to walk in the room. He took a while to undress and I told him not to worry. He did say it was hot that It looked like my hole had been used and I told him I had a load in me already. I think he finally caved and I felt his dick press on my hole immediately. No real foreplay he just pushed in as well. Luckily my hole was pretty open and nice and lubed from the other guys cum. He moaned and said how warm my hole was and slick it was as he started to pump into me. His dick felt pretty average and I decided to start squeezing his dick with my hole. This drove him wild and he starting moaning and I felt his dick spasm in me. He too quickly left after cumming. Nest I had a couple come in. They both were talking to each other in Spanish and slapping my ass. The first guy flipped me over onto my back and pulled my legs up. He pushed into me while his partner got on the bed and shoved his dick in my mouth. I was sucking away while getting pounded. The one in my hole said some more stuff in Spanish and pulled out. The one getting sucked then went to my hole and they swapped positions. He put his dick in my mouth and I could taste the other loads on his dick as his partner started fucking me. They kept swapping back and forth between my ass and mouth finally after a good 3 or 4 swaps one of them blew in my hole. His partner quickly switched and then he too blew in my hole. I then had two more guys after the couple come into my house and fuck me. All 6 guys gave me their loads and it was amazing. I love being a cum dump.

Peter just stood there, smirking at me, pleased with what he had done. His cock hung semi hard. He was looking at his phone, I could see it on his face that he was up to something. “Answer me damn it,” I said, “how could you do this to me: “Me? You had a part in this too, I didn’t see you put up a fight when the escort was fucking you” “How could I, I couldn’t move, he was holding me down and was much stronger” “Bull fucking shit, if you really wanted to fight it you would have, but you just laid there and took it” “I need to go to the doctor or something” “Your ass isn’t going anywhere, its not over yet, you dumb fuck” “What” Before he could answer, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Peter moved over to it and opened it. The man that walked in scared the shit out of me. He was tall and thin and not naturally thin. He was sickly thin. “That him?” he asked “Yeah’ Peter replied. “Ugly fucker, but I will dump my load into him any way” “He’s had two poz loads fucked into him” “My toxic seed will convert him. I have converted at least a dozen men and boys, never had to pump a second load into them, converted on the first” I just laid there, listening to this twisted, fucked up conversion. I jumped off the bed, determined to lock myself in the bathroom and save myself, but Peter and the man were quick and they both grabbed my arms, yanking me back. “Oh no you don’t, you are not escaping this” Peter said, “hold him, I think it’s time to tie his ass to the bed.” The thin man sighted his grip on my arm and grabbed the one Peter was holding. Peter went to his back and pulled out some leather cuffs, 4 in all. “If he tries to escape or fight me, punch him in the gut” Peter said. “My pleasure” the thin man replied Peter worked quickly to put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then went back to his back and pulled out two long thick ropes, he threw one end of each under the bed. He returned to me. Getting right into my face, he start to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight it, but couldn’t. They moved me to the bed, forcing me down onto my stomach, my arms were stretched out toward the edge of the bed and my wrists cuffs were attached to the ropes. The rope was barely long enough to reach my arms, so I was stretched more. The tension kept me from moving. My legs were pulled wide open and were attached to the rope by the cuffs on my ankles, spreading my legs wide. Once I was secured to the bed, the thin man began to undress. I watched as he exposed his smooth, emaciated body to me. His chest and stomach had no fat on them and I could see his ribs. As he undid the button and pulled down the zipper on his shorts, I began to feel tears welling up and running down my cheeks. “Of fuck, man up you pussy. You know you wanted this” Peter said. The shorts dropped, exposing his crotch to me. It was hairless. His cock was thick and steadily growing. It was cut and had a big acorn head. His balls hung down low between his smooth thighs, which was like a road map of veins. “I didn’t want this” I said sobbing. “Yeah right, wasn’t it you who said that he wanted to be like me. Wasn’t it you who said you wished we didn’t have to us condoms” Peter said angrily. The thin man climbed on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. He reach under me and grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them back. “The fucker is into this, his cock is hard” he said to Peter. Peter just laughed. I could feel the thin man moving and positioning his cock head at my hole. Peter had wrapped his fingers around his cock and was slowly fisting it. Without warning, the thin man pushed his cock in, driving it completely in. I could feel his hot crotch on my ass. Peter watch closely as it disappeared into my hole. I let out a soft moan, not wanting either to know that the cock in my hole felt good. The thin man lowered his torso onto my back and began to lift his hips, pulling his cock out of my hole. He slammed his cock back into me, repeating this over and over. His mouth was next to my ear. I could feel his breath slowly releasing into my ear. “Damn fucker, your ass feels good on my AIDS cock” he whispered. My eyes widened. “Your boyfriend got you a full blown cock” he said, “You should feel special, I don’t give my deadly load to just anyone” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, a fucking AIDS top that was picky on what hole he fucked. I almost laughed. “But when your boyfriend contacted me and said it was a forced infection, I said yeah even though I thought you were ugly as shit” His cock slammed into me over and over. His balls bounced off my ass. “Please stop Peter, I need to get to the hospital, it might not be too late.” I pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and take it” Peter said. The thin man kept fucking my hole, slamming his cock into me. I could feel wetness slowly moving down my balls. “This pussy is fucking sloppy, just from two loads,” the thin man said. Peter got down front of me, looking me start into my eyes. His blue eyes were blurry from my tears. He ran his hand through my hair, gently stroking it. “Relax baby, it will be over soon and you will be free” he said so sweetly. “Oh fuck I ain’t going to last long” the thin man said. “See baby it’s almost over” Peter said. “Oh fuck, it’s too late now, I am shooting my AIDS load into your hole” the thin man said grunting with each pulse of his cock as he shot. Peter stood up and was stroking faster and faster. His cock was aimed at my face. I could tell he was getting close to shooting. Within seconds his head went back and his piss slit opened. HIs cum shot out, the first shot hitting me in my eye, which burned instantly. The rest hit all over my face. I pulled on the ropes to try and get my fingers up to my eye, to get the cum off it, but I couldn’t move. “Nice shot” the thin man said as he pulled his softening cock out of my hole. “Going to leave it there, just so he knows who’s in charge here” Peter said, wiping his cock in my hair. “That should take” the thin man said as he was dressing. “oh there are more to come, so we will have a conversion, no doubt about it” I was confused by Peter, he was playing this Dr. Jekyll / Mr Hyde game, which I had never seen before. Angrily mean one minute and sweet the next. What the fuck was going on with him. He knelt down next to the bed, again stroking my hair. “Oh baby you are doing so good,” he said as he phone went off. He quickly stood and went to it. Smirking and laughing as he read it. “Bitch your next fuck is almost here,” he said, “don’t be a fucking cry baby and embarrass me again”

Park cruising, rest stops and public toilet cruising is not something I normally do very often. But, I stumbled onto this situation a few weeks ago and just couldn't resist. I was driving up the interstate freeway north to Salt Lake City. I'd been on the road for several hours and all the coffee I had been drinking was ready to come out. I found a rest area to pull off the highway. It was late at night/early morning, actually. And there were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. As well as a couple of semi trucks parked in the truck parking area. I got out and walked to the restroom. It had a heavy metal door that scraped against the concrete floor as I opened it and walked into the men's room. The bathroom was deserted. I walked to the urinal, unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was a relief to expel all that piss. As I stood at the urinal, I heard the metal door scraping the floor as someone entered the restroom. A tall, heavyset guy in his late 40's came up to the urinal next to me, unzipped and pulled out a hefty, thick slab of meat. He rubbed his finger on the underside of it to coax out some piss. Soon a thick stream of piss was coming from his cock. I was glancing sideways out of my eyes to capture the view. But, trying to not be noticed for being a voyeur. But, as I glanced up to his face, he had obviously noticed me checking out his cock. He smiled at me and then looked down at my cock. I stroked my cock a bit. He did the same. Soon both of us had full hardon's and were standing there stroking our cocks. I finally reached over and took hold of his cock that had now grown to about 7"s of thick, rock hard cock. He motioned with his head to head to one of the stalls. He walked to the large handicapped booth at the back of the bathroom. We both went in and he locked the door to the booth. I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his big cock. The guy looked like he might be one of the truckers. He was dressed in a denim shirt and jeans, with heavy work boots. Wearing a baseball cap. As I was sucking I heard the door scraping open again and footsteps towards one of the urinals. I stopped sucking and looked up at the guy I was sucking. I'm sure I had fear on my face. I mouthed "It's OK", and pushed my head back onto his cock. I went back to sucking him. I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink turn on. Then I could hear the metal door of the toilet cubicle next to us open and slam against the metal wall between my cubicle and the next one. The guy was pulling some toilet paper off the roll to dry his hands. He must have seen the truckers feet and my knees from under the partition, because he quickly stepped up onto the toilet and looked over the partition, gazing down on us. I looked up, the trucker's cock still in my mouth, as I looked eye to eye with the guy in the next booth. He stood there for several moments watching me suck off this guys cock, then he hopped off the toilet and knocked on our booth door. The trucker leaned forward and unlocked the cubicle door. The other guy came inside the handicapped booth and locked the door behind him. He was soon pulling his pants down. This guy seemed to be in his mid 30's. A rather average, guy next door look to him. I moved to his cock and began to suck him. He was already rock hard. The trucker now tried to get me to scoot over, so he could stand behind me. He whispered for me to pull my pants down. I undid my pants and pulled them to my knees. He knelt behind me. He spit on his fingers a few times and lubed up my ass. I was sucking like crazy on this new guys cock. He continued to swell. He was now a nice 6"s and hard as a rock. The trucker soon was pressing into me. He plopped up inside my sphincter and began to pump. He had only fucked me for a minute or two before the guy I was sucking let out of soft groan and filled my mouth with his hot load of cum. He came and pulled from me very quickly. He zipped up and was out of the booth and out the restroom door in a second. The trucker fucking me reached forward and locked the door again and continued to fuck me. He took about 4 or 5 minutes of deep, hard pounding before he silently emptied his balls into my hole. He then pulled from me. Stood, pulled up and zipped his pants and left the booth and bathroom. I climbed up and did the same. When I left the restroom I could see the trucker climbing back up into the cab of his semi truck. And a sedan car was pulling out of the parking lot, heading back to the freeway. Those were my two fuck buddies. I likewise, climbed into my car and headed back to the freeway for the rest of my journey up north. Something to be said about late night driving on a rural freeway in the middle of nowhere. Thanks for the quick diversion, guys.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Nine I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, as my hole was fucked hard and deep. My own cock was hard, but I wasn’t sure if I was leaking or if it was more cum running from my hole. I could hear chatter behind me, but was not sure what was being said. The cock in my hole slammed in deep, pulsing as it pumped it’s second poz load deep in my hole. The cock in my mouth pulled out, taking the mouthful of spit with it, I could feel the spit running down my chin. “Front hole is open” someone said. The cock in my hole pulled out and another cock slid in. Someone put the bottle of poppers back under my nostril. I inhaled deep again and held it. The bottle was moved to my other nostril, I inhaled deeply and held it. I could feel the rush intensifying. “My mouth is open for cock” I said. Almost instantly a cock presented it’s self to me and I took it in deep. I formed a ring around the shaft as my tongue was running up and down it. The cock slid into the back of my mouth and down in my throat. Hands gripped my hair, holding on tight, as the cock began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat. The man fucking me was slapping my ass checks as he drove his cock deep into my fuck hole. Each cheek was getting a bit warm as he continued the slapping. “Fuck him good” someone yelled “Damn Drew, your boy is almost as good as you” “Like father like son” another voice called out. “Yeah, they both are cum whores” The man fucking me slammed his cock deep into my hole, shooting his load. “Move your ass, it’s my turn in that boy pussy” someone yelled. I could feel the man in my hole being pushed out of the way. As soon as he was gone someone pushed in. My hole was getting sore, very sore, but I was determined to get through the second round. “Fuck his hole is puffy and sloppy” “Just like a good whore should be” someone said, “Isn’t that right Daddy Drew” “Fuck yeah it is, especially boy pussy” my Dad answered. It didn’t take long for the cock inside my hole to shoot it’s load. The cock fucking my mouth just continued, but he had slowed down. Each time his crotch and balls met my face he would press into me hard. The spent cock in my hole pulled out and was replaced by another. This one didn’t waste time, he quickly started to roughly fuck my hole. His cock stabbed at the back of the inside. Each stab hurt just a little, which caused me to grunt when the cock was not in my throat. The cock in my mouth pulled out some, which allowed the little brown bottle to be shoved under my nose again. Inhaling deeply, I felt the rush run through me. Once the bottle was pulled away, the cock started to fuck my mouth again. “I’m gonna cum, give me that hole” someone said. The cock in my ass pulled out and a new one moved in. I felt a shot of cum hit my puffy hole and then the cock was pushed into me deep. “Dumping my AIDS” the man said. There was cheers from the rest. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and so did the cock in my mouth. The cock that was fucking me before slid back in and started to pound me. “Mixing those strains” he said. A cock was presented at my mouth, a new one. “Taste that AIDS cum, pussy boy” the man said, “this cock just pulled out of your hole, NOW CLEAN IT.” I didn’t hesitate. I took it into my mouth deep. The taste of the mixture of ass juice and toxic loads filled my mouth and I eagerly sucked it down. “Clean that cock son” my Dad said in my ear, “Get that load out of that cock in your ass and we will move you to the sling” “Yeah fucker, but the blindfold stays on” I tried to push back on the cock in my hole, but being tied down to the fuck bench I didn’t move much. I tried to squeeze my hole more around the cock, but it didn’t move much, only added to the soreness. The cock in my mouth pulled out. I felt a hot breath on my face. I assumed the owner of the cock I was cleaning knelt down. “Good job boy” he said, “always knew you would grow up and be like your Dad. Coach Paul and I had a bet on who would get you first. Bastard won” I just grunted from the fucking of my hole. The cock had picked up speed and was getting rougher. “Every time I saw that ass walking the halls, my cock got hard boy.” he said. Suddenly his lips touched mine, locking me in a hot kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were holding my face as he kissed me passionately. I felt his goatee against my face, which caused so tickling and some prickling of my skin. We head that kiss as I was getting pounded. The cock inside me pushed in hard and deep and stayed there. I knew he was unloading one more toxic load into my hole. The man kissing me broke our lip lock, rubbed his hand in my wet hair and said: “Good boy” Leaving me wondering who it was. I knew it was someone that knew Coach Paul, but who. I also knew he was at my school. So many possibilities. As the man pulled his spent cock out of my hole, I was being untied by other men. Before I could move, I was lifted up and flipped. “Off to the sling”

Bottomed for Mason Wyler twice.

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

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

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

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 04 We exchanged our cell-phone numbers and he saved my number under the name of his best female friend. He was so scared, that his boyfriend would find out about the things he had done, but he couldn’t stop either. He got addicted to the size of my cock. So the next day, I got a call from Dante, but I told him I was busy being at work. He was sad but understood. Then he called me the following day and begged me to see me, but my jealous boyfriend (which I didn’t have) was the reason I couldn’t make a date. On the third day he whispered to me over the phone, he missed me so much that he couldn’t eat or drink. He needed to see me urgently. I asked him, why he was whispering and he told me his boyfriend was just in the next room cooking the dinner and he needed to be discreet. I found a reason, why I couldn’t see him and I could almost feel him cracking down on the other side of the line. On the fourth day I asked Dante if he would like to meet me in a friend’s flat. We were a small group of guys who wanted to relax a bit and have a good time. He asked me if I knew the guys. I told him, they were more or less pals I go out to a club or a bar. So the next date appeared and I could see Dante was excited to see me again. He was shivering, when he entered my car. I looked deeply into his eyes and it looked like he almost shed a tear. “What happened…?” I asked him. “Nothing…. I am just so happy, that we are finally meeting again.” Dante whispered softly. “I thought you wouldn’t want to meet me again after the last date.” “Why?” I wanted to know. “I was so stupid, telling you about feeling like a whore….” he muttered. “When I came home I thought about what happened and I remembered when you shoved me in the cinema and told me you would go…. and this frightened me beyond measure.” he answered me. “I want to be close to you, no matter what….” he smiles a boyish smile at me. “Believe me - I will never let you go. I feel like you and I will be bonded for a lifetime.” I smiled back at Dante. So we drove to my friends flat, but Dante didn’t know, that the next step was staged up for him. We arrived at the apartment complex and my ‘friend’ Marcus welcomed me with the words ‘What are you guys doing here?’ I played the surprised and asked him, what he meant with that. We were invited guests for a nice get together. By that, the host eventually told me, that he mixed the dates up and that they had a gangbang party going on right now with one slut and ten tops fucking the bitch. Dante seemed to feel uneasy, but Marcus came straight to the point. “Are you a bottom?” he asked Dante. Dante didn’t reply but I nodded for him and said ‘Yes, he is.’ Marcus asked Dante if he would like to spread his legs next to the slut number one. Dante lost all his color, but didn’t reply again. “No way Jose…. he is not a whore to slut around on a gangbang party” I stated and Dante sighed relieved. “But you could fluffer… are you a good fluffer?” Marcus impored. “He is great in sucking, but why should he do that? What’s the treat?” I wanted to know. “Please… we are desperate. Charlie plays the fluffer right now, and you know Charlie. It looks like Rosie O’Donnell is on her knees sucking you hard” Marcus exclaimed. “I heard that you stupid bitch” a male voice from the other room could be heard. “What do you say?” I asked Dante. “You want to help those fellows out as the fluff-boy?” “I don’t know. Wouldn’t you be mad at me? I mean I will suck so many guys here” he mumbled. “Baby – I told you before. If you are just letting them use your mouth, to make them hard… that is no sex at all. As long as you don’t suck to swallow, everything is fine for me. You need to relax and to be sure about what’s right and what is wrong in life.” I explained to Dante. I could see the boys brain working already. “We could ask them for a favour… oh yes…. yes…. you remember your reddish eyes, when I shot my cum right into your eyes? You liked that very much, didn’t you?” I asked him open heartedly. He nodded slowly. “See – we could tell them, that instead of shooting into a rubber (it was a bareback party all the time – but the fluffer wouldn’t see it, from his point of view) they ought to shoot right into your eyes again. What do you say?” I waited for his answer. “That sounds extremely hot.” he whispered to me. I told Marcus our demand and he just smiled at Dante and led him into another room, where a guy was in a sling and got fucked already and another guy was on his knees in quite a distance and sucked one cock after another hard. “Listen guys, this is our new Fluffer. Rosie get up. Fluffer on your knees. Only requirement now, every shot has to be directed right into our fluffer’s open eyes. The slut in the sling moaned ‘What…. what is this shit….’ But since Dante set the rules, his rules had to be obeyed. Dante undressed his t-shirt only and threw it onto a chair nearby. He gave me also his wallet to hold it. There were so many alpha males in the room and most of them had the certain ‘biohazard’ symbol tattooed. But Dante had no clue what it meant and he was so busy sucking anyway. Every time the sluts hole in the sling was empty, Dante’s guy walked up to fuck the whore raw. Dante was not able to see that. He really thought this was a safe only party. He also didn’t know, that the virus could be easily transmitted through his eyes and he just had a herd of very toxic dicks in front of him. He was so naïve and in a way still innocent, and this made him so attractive to all the guys in the room. They knew, the only neg boy in this room… was Dante. He got so excited, when the first poz dick announced he was about to shoot. Everyone gave way to him and he positioned himself in front of Dante and jerking his cock right in front of his eyes. “Look at my dick… keep your eyes open, whore….. take it *grunt* Hold your fucking eyes open you bitch. The explosion was so hard, that Dante accidently closed his eyes too early and so just a very small portion of the nasty cum reached it destination. “Stop rubbing your eyes whore and sit there on your knees, so a next stud can share his cum with you….” the fucker hissed. It didn’t take long and two guys were actually expressed, they would simultaneously shoot their cum. This time Dante was prepared. He held with both hands each upper eye lid, to make sure the eyes wouldn’t close and just saw the huge cock heads in front of him. He tried to focus on both cock clits but it was impossible, so he stared to one and then the other. He heard the guys moan before they actually ejaculated, but when they did it was a huge mess. The cum splashed at least five times from every cock against Dante’s eyes and although it was stinging like hell, he was rock hard in his jeans. He was told not to touch his face. The guys liked the messy face and called Dante several inappropriate names. One guy after another was unloading his venomous semen onto Dante’s eyes. They didn’t care about his health. They didn’t care about his life. They just cared about pozzing a twink without mercy and without him knowing the immense danger of his action. In the meantime he was totally blinded by the cum in his eyes. It was running down his cheeks and down his chin and was pooling between his bend knees. While another jock was jerking in front of little Dante, I took out his ID card and asked a guy close to Dante’s head, to hold the ID next to the side of his face. I snapped some pictures with my mobile. They were showing beautifully the messed up face of this abused cunt face. I made a thumb up to the guy helping me and he grinned, when he handed me the ID back. Before we left this party and my boy was in the restroom cleaning his face, Marcus asked me, if I would really like the video of the whole session being uploaded on ‘YouPorn’, I told him it would be okay for me, if only our faces were disguised and the title had to be:’ The conversion party through Dante’s eyes’ Marcus said all the necessities would be done, before the video would get an upload. This night might have been the night, when Dante’s fate was sealed. But then again - miracles can happen… right?

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 03 I drove Dante back to the church yard - to this sacred place, where we first met. He was still rubbing his reddish eyes and mumbled nonstop how much he would love to meet me again and that he truly believed in that we had something special going on. I smiled at him. Dante had changed from the ‘loyal boyfriend’ to a ‘safe-only slut’ within two dates. It wouldn’t take long and I would seed his bleeding cunt with my toxic load. “Your eyes are still totally reddish” I told him. “What are you going to tell your boyfriend?” I asked with a concerned tone. “Oh…. I don’t know… I might tell him, it is probably an allergy” he replied grinning. “I loved looking at your dick while you were shooting your cum right into my eyes” Dante stated. “You will get lots of cum into your eyes in the future” I told him and added in my thoughts ‘from me and my buddies and probably strangers too!’ We agreed to meet the following day. Same time – same spot. So Friday came and I picked Dante up for our secret rendez-vous. He wore a tight blue jeans again and a nice pair of sneakers, his boyfriend had probably paid for. His well shaped ass was tempting me to rip his pants from his body and rape him right then and there. His tight white t-shirt showed his small nipples sticking out. He was obviously excited to see me. “Hey there” I said, while Dante opened the passengers car door and got into the car. “Good to see you, I couldn’t stop thinking of you” I told him and led his hand to my crotch, so he could feel my hardened dick already. We had no destination this time and while I drove around, we talked about the day before and his feelings about it. The little sissy was feeling horny, but also felt bad that he had to lie to his loved one. Dante did not realize, that we entered the red light district of our town. When I parked the car nearby a porn cinema, we were deeply engaged in our conversation. “Look, we both don’t know where this leads us to, but we like each other and I feel like, we should know each other better. As long as nothing bad happens, I see no need for us to tell our boyfriends. We should simply enjoy our company. What do you think?” I asked him. The boy was about to answer me, when he saw the adult theatre a couple of feet away. He looked at me and asked me what we were doing here. “Look, I really need you to suck my dick today and I got an appointment later on. This is totally important for my job. So I thought, since we don’t have much time and the church toilets are closed for cleaning, we need another spot to empty my balls.” I explained that to him. “But we can’t go inside. I have never been to such a place. What if someone knows me….” he sounded scared. “No one knows you here. This is a run-down porn cinema. As far as I know, it is not highly frequented and we would be in the cinema hall immediately. Please…. I need to get off and you promised you would think about gulping my semen down. It was all that I could think of tonight.” I sighed desperately. I suggested to him, I would go and buy the tickets in advance and would check out, if there were people inside. After some convincing words he agreed and so I got out of the car and vanished into the cinema, after getting two tickets. A couple of minutes later I came back to the car and told the twink, that maybe two or three old guys were sitting inside, watching a porn movie. And again, after soothing the anxious little pet, he agreed to follow me into the building. We went through the entrance I adjusted my cock within my pants and took a good grip of Dante’s ass. Then we entered the cinema hall and it was obvious, that there were at least 20 horny guys watching a porn flic on a wide screen. You could hear soft moans and some slurping sounds into the flickering light of the movie. Dante moved closer to me and looked at me with frightened eyes. “Don’t worry” I said. We will perfectly fit into the picture, if you do, what you promised me to” I added. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into a row, where quite a few guys sat and who enjoyed their evening. The carpet was covered with wet stains and some dried cum. As we passed a guy in a seat, who was simply jacking off, I chose the seat right next to this fellow. Sadly enough, the seat after mine was taken again. As I sat down and spread my legs, Dante had nowhere else to sit down and so he stood in front of me and looked scared as hell. Someone shouted he should fuck off and another guy suggested he could sit on his dick and so I pulled him down to his knees and grinned wickedly. “You know how to work on it, do you?” I whispered to him. “But the guys next to us will watch us” he whispered back. “Let them – I am not afraid showing off my dick” I told him proudly and with that Dante opened my jeans slowly. He looked up at me and I was concentrating on the movie, although I was totally aroused, feeling Dante’s fingers touching my covered dick already. As soon as my cock was free Dante started licking around my cockhead. I let him get used to it for a while, but I knew this time I wanted some good sucking action and I wanted to cum into his mouth. “Remember your promise” I hissed, without looking down at him. Dante then started sucking my cock. He bobbed his head up and down my cock and covered his teeth with his tongue and his lips. It was like fucking into a cunt – so soft like velvet. My little beauty was peering to our neighbors and realized, how they lured at him, while he sucked my dick. “Would your boy mind giving me a hand?” the pal on my left side asked me all of a sudden. “I wouldn’t turn him down either” said the other guy. Dante had stopped his sucking immediately and looked shocked after hearing those remarks. “I don’t know…..” I answered, while I kept on looking to the cheap porn movie on the screen. “Of course I won’t” Dante shouted out. “Sht….” I warned him. “Don’t make a fuss, do you want us kicked out of here… with the lights on?” I asked him. “You promised me, I would shoot down your throat today- are you making this on purpose…. to avoid swallowing my cum?” I accused him. “No… No… but…” he tried to explain himself. “But - what? Jerking off a guy is no sex at all. It is more like scratching someone on his back. Did you ever react this way, when a friend asked you to scratch his back?” I wanted to know. “But it is okay… if you see things between us this way, then we should probably end all this and go our separate ways.” I added and started to push Dante away from me. “Wait… please, wait….!” Dante behaved like a trapped animal. Slowly his hands reached out to both sides and he touched both dicks at the same time. His fingers wrapped around the hot pieces of flesh and he began jerking the two strangers off. “See…. just like scratching someone else’s back” he repeated implausible. I laid my hands on the back of his head and pulled him back to my cock. “Thanks…. Baby….” I moaned and grinned satisfied. We were all three sitting in a row and grunting, while Dante jerked off the two strangers and sucked my cock as deep as he could. He looked like a cock hungry slut by onlookers, while satisfying the jocks needs. Sooner or later on of the guys being jerked off shot his load. Shortly after that, the second one did cum. Both left the hall quite fast after they were done. I thought for a moment, to signal for other guys to take the seats next to us, but I didn’t want to overdo it. So I enjoyed the slurping and sucking sounds Dante made and when I was about to ejaculate into his mouth I reminded him to collect my seed into his mouth and to show me the stuff. It took me more than eight shots into Dante’s mouth and I believe he already had to swallow at least one time. When I leaned forward I used the flashlight of my cell-phone to check Dante’s mouth. He got ordered to open it and so he did. I could see a pool of sperm in his mouth. Then I told him to close his mouth again and to swallow it as promised. He hesitated for a second and then he closed his mouth and he gulped it all down and proved it, by opening his mouth again. I flashed a smile across my face and told him how happy and proud I was. Then I convinced him, that some of my sperm actually spilled out of his sweet mouth and went to the floor. I reminded him, that he promised to swallow my whole load. So he went down onto the dirty floor and started licking and munching the stained red carpet. On our way home the boy didn’t speak much. When we reached the church yard he told me, that he felt a bit mad about me, forcing him into interactions with those other guys. “Hey” I objected. “When did I force you?” “Well….. you…. when….. but you gave me the feeling, that I had to…..” he sniffed. “Listen – honestly… I didn’t want to give you a bad feeling. Today was the best day in my life. I saw you, we enjoyed some intimacy, you swallowed my cum. I feel like I achieved so much today. We reached a new level in our relationship. If I made you feel, like you had to jerk those guys off, I am really sorry” I lied to him straight face. “I am still convinced, that jerking someone else off, is not even betraying. Remember how innocent it all started with us. And by the way, I just wanted to show off with you. You are the most adorable guy I have ever seen. And I wanted the other fellows just to be jealous, that you are sucking me and not them.” I sighed deeply. “But still… I felt like a whore….” Dante explained and started crying. Probably, because you are a whore, I told myself. “I promise, the next time you won’t be jerking off guys” I looked at him seriously. The next time it would be even worse….

quick sci fi, ebook, bb poz apocalypse https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1029701213829110&id=100003677235682

The 90's I grew up in a very religious part of the U.S., in a very religious town. I swear there was at least one church on every block. Of course my parents raised me Christian, but it never took. I just never believed any of it. But like a lot of people, I learned how to keep my doubts private and play along for the sake of peace. I had gotten really good at hiding my true self...sort of. I was gay at birth,but never mentioned it. I tried to at like everyone else, however, my voice and mannerisms would sometimes give me away and the whispering really began in high school. I dealt with it as best as I could. I learned to control my body, walk and gestures better, and my voice deepened eventually. And then I graduated and went to college in a very liberal town. Even though I had more freedom there, I continued to 'play it straight'. There was a gay disease going around and I thought I could disguise myself and hide from it. Even though they were deep into Jesus, I still missed my parents and would come home to visit at least once a month. And as oppressive as this town could be, it was still very beautiful in the nicer seasons. There were huge, beautiful trees lining every street. There was also a great park built around a wide creek that ran all the way through the community. On Spring Break I came home and mostly hung out with my friend from high school, Annie. We would walk along the creek and talk about everything. She'd decided to wait a year before going to college to save up more money. So we went there most every day. One time I had to excuse myself and go to little brick building where the restrooms were. After I finished peeing, I checked out the stalls for interesting graffiti. I'd long been fascinated with graffiti even though it usually just consisted of crude drawings of big dicks and the occasional 'suck me'. In the very last toilet stall I found something more interesting: I come here every day at noon to jack off. Would like a blow job My mind raced. What time was it? Oh, it was already 4 in the afternoon. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Annie and I continued walking, but I didn't talk much. "Why are you so quiet?" "I'm just thinking. What are you doing tomorrow?" "Ugh. I have to work from open to close on Thursdays. But maybe we can go to the drive-in on Friday?" "What's playing?" "Something crappy. It'll be fun. I need to get home pretty soon, Aaron". "OK. I'll walk you to 12th street". The day ended. I ate dinner with my folks and we watched some sitcoms for awhile. I usually stayed up for Letterman, but that night I just showered and went to bed. I lied in the dark and tried to imagine the guy who'd left that writing on the stall wall. I didn't picture a hunk. I pictured a fat, ugly park worker in coveralls with a small dick. I didn't imagine it being like a sexy porn scene, but that didn't keep me from tossing and turning all night. I didn't get up until 10 the next morning. I had to go there. I had to see. An hour later I walked to the park and sat myself at a picnic table almost 20 yards away from the restrooms. I brought a soda and a book with me because I could always just say I came to the park to read. I had a clear view of whoever went inside around noon. 11:40 am I felt some fatigue from not sleeping very well, but tried to read my book. It was hard to make sense of any of the story because I kept checking my watch. It was a stupid novel I'd found at home and I was getting more tired just reading it. 12:01 pm And then a beat-up pickup drove up and parked illegally right there next to the curb. If this wasn't him, it had to be a bizarre coincidence. A super-tall, skinny guy hauled himself out. He was mostly bald, but he looked familiar for some reason. He walked up to the bathrooms, but paused before entering. He looked right at me. I knew him! Todd Robbins. He was in my graduating class. He was a total jock who was among the most popular guys in school. He was a star basketball player, and I'd heard he'd gotten a scholarship to UCLA. Back then, he had a head full of perfect blond curls and the most athletic frame I'd ever seen. All of the girls (and probably a few boys -- including me) were hopelessly in love with him. What had happened? He was still standing there, waiting for me to make eye contact again. As soon as I did, he smirked and made a gesture with his head toward the door to the men's room. Then he went in. Oh God. That walk from the table to the restrooms was so difficult. My hips and legs were barely cooperating. I went in and didn't see him. I knew he was in that last stall. What was the protocol? What were the rules? I remembered that smirk and walked right to the toilet where I knew I'd find him. He was all sprawled out with his pants around his ankles. "Hi, Aaron". I couldn't believe he knew my name. "H-Hi." He was tugging on his fat limp dick. "I'm not getting hard right now, but I will. Let's take a drive". So of course I followed him out to his truck and we left. He held an empty beer can between his legs that he spat his chew in. There was no radio, so the silence was unbearable. "How was UCLA?" "Sucked. The whole state of California SUCKS BALLS! I tell ya'. My luck turned bad the minute I got there". "Like how?" "Like, that school was tough. Classes were way harder than anything we ever had in high school. Also I was only like the sixth or seventh tallest guy on the squad. And way down the list as far as skills go. I was so used to being the best that I got really depressed". "I'm sorry". I really was. "You ain't even heard the worst. I got hurt during practice -- hurt real bad. And so my back was all fucked up and they told me I needed surgery. I had it, but was told a few months later I'd never play again. Didn't matter much since I'd failed all my classes already. But they gave me some excellent pain pills. I mean, they were fuckin' magical. I was in no pain and always in a great mood". "Well, that's good". "Not really. They started to slowly cut me off of them. So I had to go around to different doctors to get more. After that stopped working, I had to start buying them off the street. You can get pain pills just as easily as you can get weed. Only problem is that they cost a lot". "How'd you pay for them?" I almost didn't want to know. "My parents sent me money every month, but then just stopped and told me to move home. So I got more from my grandma, but she's all old and shit and I couldn't drain her bank account. So I started working". "Oh yeah? Doing what?" "It was L.A., right? I was tall and good looking and hung. I made money being a goddamn prostitute. Decent money. I did some stuff I would never repeat to another soul". "Wow". "Yeah, it was nice, but Then I started losing my hair and lost weight and I wasn't so much a high-dollar guy no more. Plus I had so many diseases from sex, that I was spending as much on treating them as I was on painkillers. I figured it was time for a change". We were in the North part of town -- the part everybody called 'The Weeds' because nobody that was unlucky enough to live there seemed to care if their tiny little houses were surrounded by tall noxious weeds. The city didn't even mow the ditches or around the crumbling sidewalks. It was the sad place for sad people. We pulled into a gravel highway in front of an old mobile home. "We're here!" The Weeds. I followed inside and the whole place smelled like Skoal. It was also littered with dirty clothes, giant shoes and pill bottles. Todd walked over to the TV and found a bottle on top that he was looking for. He popped a pill and told me to come relax on the couch for a bit. "We'll talk for a while and then I'll be ready to rock". He rubbed the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans as if I didn't get what he meant. "When did you move back?" "Around Thanksgiving. I lived with my parents for a few months, but they got pissed about all the missing money they kept discovering. Right before they kicked me out, a buddy and I cleared the house of anything valuable, pawned it and split the money. I was gone right after Christmas". "How did you end up in this trailer?" "Another buddy of mine owns it and lets me stay here. You'd be surprised how big the druggie community is around here". "Why did you write that in the park bathroom?" "Oh, I don't know. I bought some pills from a guy there and just wrote it. I knew somebody would go for it...just never imagined it'd be you". The lump in his jeans was growing ever so slightly. "You gotta realize the types of guys I'm used to dealing with. Fat, older dudes with wedding rings. Not young gay boys like you". "I was so in love with you in high school". "I knew that because you'd never make eye contact with me. Girls who loved me did the same thing". He kicked off his size 16 shoes. I stopped to realize that I was in The Weeds with my idol and was just waiting for his dick to get hard. No day turns out like you think it will. "You need a drink, but I'm out of booze. Wait. Hold on for a minute". He left and went into his bathroom. I heard a rattle of pills before he came back. "Kiss me, little man". He bent down and placed a big, open mouthed smooch on my lips. I felt a tiny tablet slide into my mouth. He wouldn't remove his mouth from mine so I just swallowed it. It was small and couldn't be that bad. Plus -- I'd been kissed by The Todd Robbins. "Sit down. I'm ready". I sat and watched him peel off his socks and jeans. He pulled his underwear down a bit and the most beautiful cock in the world popped up. It was amazing to just look at at. "I'm ready for my blow job now, Aaron". I bent over and took the fat head in my mouth. I really had no idea what I was doing, but knew I wanted to take the whole thing if I could. I couldn't. I tried and tried, but couldn't go more than about two inches down. "That felt nice, but let's go get more comfortable in the bed". His "bed" was just a bare mattress on the floor. "Take some clothes off, Baby. You'll feel better". I took off everything and then sat down on the mattress. "Lie back. We're going to 69 for a little while". His cock found my mouth from above and this position made it easier or me to take more of his fat cock. It even hit my throat a few times as he continued stabbing away. It wasn't truly 69'ing because he was so tall that his face was above my shins. He lifted away from me and complimented my natural skills. "You were great, but I need to cum and I can't cum that way". I lied there and noticed I was happy and a little numb. And sleepy. All those pollinating weeds outside were making me feel like a million bucks. "I need to fuck you. How are you feeling?" "The weeds are wonderful. They're not poisonous at all." "OK. You're gone. Just get ready". My legs were way up in the air and I laughed at my toes. Todd had positioned his hips with my mine and that insistent dick of his wanted to enter me through the butt hole. MY butt hole. Fine fine. Whatever. He pushed that monster in and in, and I only briefly felt pain. It was an intense pain -- like a tearing, but it went away -- thanks to the weed pollen. I wanted to live in a field of giant weeds. He was sweating profusely and pumping away, trying to get his cum to get out. I wanted to help him. I grabbed him around his narrow waist and pulled him down into me. He was breathing extra hard now and then suddenly he was completely still. I felt warm pulses of him going through me. He looked at me from above and smiled. "That was the best fuck I've ever had, Aaron". I grinned back and wanted him to kiss me, but he was already up and cleaning himself at his bathroom sink. "Let's go watch some TV until you come down a little and I can take you home'. As I tried to get up and dress myself, I noticed I had blood all over my butt and thighs, Well, the weeds demanded some sacrifice I guess. I didn't begrudge them some blood. Todd brought me some wet washcloths and I wiped up as best I could. After I got completely dressed I joined him out on the couch. He wasn't dressed at all and lying out he full length of it. I sat at the end and put his big bare feet on my lap. There was some dumb show on...one of those stupid prank shows where dumbass guys put firecrackers in their nostrils or whatever. I massaged his toes and soles which caused him to moan with pleasure. 'How are you feeling, Aaron?" "I'm doing great. Perfect". "Still feeling those weeds in you?" "Not as much now. I think the wind shifted or something". "OK. I'll give you another minute or two. Now might be the time to tell you something. I probably gave you HIV just now. It's won't be AIDS for a long time. And also herpes which is no big deal". I felt the last of the weed pollen leave my brain. Suddenly I was coldly aware of what I'd just done. Holy shit! I sat mutely as he went and got dressed. He drove me to my house and left me there. It was early evening and Dad was in the front yard spraying for dandelions. I went up to my room, lied in bed and cried a little. i also wandered if I'd go back to the park tomorrow.

That's the best thing. Also when the 3 of you are into each other. The combination of scene's become multiplied to the 7th power. No cocks or holes left untouched.

By: TheCarnivore https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/MASSIVE-2-31944442 blowjobs, fucking, eating ass

Went to my buddies play room last night for some group play ended up getting a load from an Asian buddy with a nice cock. He told me my ass felt really good and that he was close to cumming and I told him to breed my ass. Later on while sucking my buddy off he came in my mouth tasted pretty good!

Swallowing his load and sucking/licking every last drop of cum off his cock, followed by him pissing down my throat (of course the pissing can wait if there are more cocks that need to be serviced)!

My first fuck was bareback, and god willing my last fuck will be bareback. For me, I love the feeling of a raw cock in me. I love being able to go from mouth to ass, ass to mouth, throughout a fuck session without the taste of latex in my mouth. I also like the intimacy, danger, and dirtiness taking raw cocks adds to sex. I mean it feels so good knowing and having cum, ass juices, and piss all mixing together in my ass and leaking out of hole (to be fed into my mouth) For me a condom is a barrier, it keeps sex clean, safe, and boring. I don't get the same satisfaction knowing cum is not leaking out of my hole after a quickie, I am not going to use his cum as lube to finger myself and jack-off again after he leaves, I won't be able to savor the taste of our session later that evening, and I won't have a wet spot/patch on my ass and won't be viewed as a dirty whore while walking around with it and displaying it as a badge. I am not concerned getting the bug (even though I am not on PREP). I am concerned about experiencing the pleasure of sex, receiving someone's load, pleasuring my top and accepting his fluids as gifts and rewards for a job well-done!

Nothing much happens here on weekdays but on Wednesday I was browsing profiles on Planetromeo and suddenly got a message "I am new here and would like to have my cock sucked". Normally I am not really into just giving blowjobs but hey, I was horny. Checked his profile: new, no pics, no description, 18yo, only 150m away from me. It is a bit young for my taste but while I was checking his profile a new message came in with a dick pic. Wow! Chatted a bit back and forth and then he asked if I want to blow him. Short: he came over, shy guy and nervous as hell but tasty and a very tasty dick. His first time. Within minutes he blasted a thick load in my mouth. He stammered 'Thanks' and I told him 'anytime' and to come back when he wants more (got a 'thank you' and a friend request on Planetromeo later). Saturday night the usual text from the Polish guy I have been seeing for the past few weekends. Can almost clock it and expected it. 11.20pm text: 'fuck?' Love that fat Polish dick. He goes out drinking with his straight mates on Saturday night and I think the booze makes him horny. His mates think he is going to bang some girl He went crazy in my ass with two loads and left around 1am. Texted my FB I had two loads in me (he loves sloppy holes and asked me to let him know, whatever the time). He was there 30 minutes later. Only one load from him this time but he said he will be back for our usual Sunday afternoon romp. Got a text from him this morning which just said '14.00?' LOL! I love weekends!

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?

Love taking piss up my kunt. I got into this a few years back when, after reading about it somewhere, I asked a fuckbuddy if he'd be interested in pissing into me after he was done breeding me. He was excited as it was something that he also wanted to do but had not previously had the opportunity. I was on all 4's for the fucking (one of my favorite positions). After he came, we both agreed that I would hold still as the need to piss built up in him. After a moment or two, I could feel the faintest of trickles. I kept absolutely still as to not causing him to cut off the stream. Within a short bit, the trickle grew into a full stream and he sighed with the relief of pissing. When he was done, he pulled out, and I relished the thought of his toxic piss filling my guts. I asked if he would plug me, which he did. Love this scene a lot. The only problem is finding guys who are into it and can do it.

today i ended up really horny.. i just needed dick. I decided to check out a fampous cruising area here in amsterdam... the weather was nice and damn, it was crowded.. I just wanted to walk a bit, since I had little time ... well.. i was there, went into the parc and within 1 minute I ssaw this hunky muscles guy.. i have been chasing him for a while, i know he has a nice dick and is into bb.. he started sucking me, but i made sure I wanted his dick.. so I sucked him and he started playing with my ass... it took no time before he turned me around and started fucking me. Not only was he a top.. he was an agressive top.. awesome. he spit in my mouth, abused my ass, turned me around all the time.. fucking ass, fucking mouth.. another guy joined in the fun.. even though he wwas a bottom, he fucked and bred my ass within 2 minutes.. Muscle guy dove into my ass, fucked me and bred me too... "See you later" and he left. I walked around a bit and saw a guy that wanted to fuck me for ages... wel.. he eeanted me to fuck him, but that is not gonna happen... he turned out to be hung!!!! I sucked him, he fucked me.. .awesome dick, awesome fucker... i started sucking someone else (het.. it was busy) and the guy shot in my ass.. the other top (an arab guy) started fucking me and I sucked the guy that just bred me clean.. his dick remained hard en he and the arab tagteamed me for 15 minutes (other guys were watching) untill they both shot inside my ass.. 5 loads was a good count... i decided to go home but just check one more popular place.. nobody was there so i was about to go to my car untill a guy walked straight towards me, showed his dick and directed me to his dick.. I love it whetops take control. he saw me in acton and wanted to be part of the action in my ass.. i sucked, he ficked me, people showed from nowhere, another guy got fucked next to me.. i was looking at his top.. turned out to be a long lost Fuckbud.. he kissed me and said "having fun baby?" well.. obviously i did.. the guy fucking me came, someone took his place and came too, i noticed a turkish guy came in my ass as well.. awesome.. 7/8 loads... i really wanted my FB's dick.. he has this awesome nice BBC that hasnt bred me in 4/5 months.... he fucked me a bit.. noticed all the cum, ate my ass and fucked me again untill he bust a HUGE load in my ass too.... after that I needed to go home and eat... but first wantedd to share this with you... 9 loadss in 2.5 hours.. not bad

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!)

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

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Two I watched Dad slide up and down the uncut cock. His hairy leg muscles flexing as he moved. I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Dad fuck himself. “Son, that was about a year later. I was pretty open then with Zane. I told him about you, about your hobbies of stroking to porn, daddy son role-play porn, bareback porn and your spying on your Daddy” My cheeks went flush with embarrassment, yet my cock hardened knowing this. “Yeah last year he brought me a pair of your underwear, I sniff those as I fucked your Daddy” Zane said. “He perved on your ass for years, but he had to wait until you were of age” Daddy said, I just watched my Dad fuck himself on the cock that I just rode and got a load out of. A load that came from the balls of the man that converted my Dad. It was so fucking hot. Dad’s cock just bounced as he slide up and down that big uncut cock. “Did you jack that cock while you were spying on your Daddy,” Zane asked me. “Yeah, I shot my loads all over the hall floor right outside Dad’s room. I used to watch him stroke off, suck cock and fuck” “You nasty little perv” Dad said laughing. His cock looked as if it got harder when he found out about what I saw spying on him. “Damn Drew, your ass still feels amazing, even after all cocks over the years” Zane said, then turned to me and asked, “You had it yet, boy?” “Can’t have it until he joins to club officially” Dad said. I looked away from Zane and my Dad. “Something tells me the boy has fucked Daddy” Zane said. Dad was speeding up his fucking himself, causing his cock to jump faster, pre-cum was leaking out, smearing all over Zane’s stomach. “That true, boy” Daddy asked? I just shook my head, and then slowly smiled. “When” “In the cabin yesterday, you were eating a man’s ass, Brent and I switched places. He rode your cock and I fucked your hole. Shot my load in there too. I didn’t want to get into trouble, so I moved quickly and joined the fucking on the floor” “You little shit” Dad said as his cock erupted all over Zane’s chest and stomach. Moaning loudly, still fucking his hole on Zane’s cock. “Daddy gets off knowing his boy has breed his hole” Zane said, “and so do I” He pushed his body up, trying to push is cock deeper and deeper into Dad’s hole. His face got all tense and his body stiffened. 
 “pozzing your hole again Drew as your boy watches” he yelled, making those around the pool look our way. After a few moments, his body relaxed and dropped back down on to the lounge. “Clean him son” Dad said. I got up, bent over and began to run my tongue all over his chest and stomach, licking and slurping up Dad’s load. Once his body was clean I wrapped my lips around Dad’s cock and started to suck and clean it. Zane’s hands pushed on the back of my head driving me forward, sucking more and more of Dad’s cock into my mouth. Dad was still hard, even after shooting his load all over Zane. Dad pulled me off his cock and stood up, I watch Zane’s uncut cock and some cum drop out of Dad’s hole. I instantly want to it and began licking the cum up, then engulfed Zane’s soft cock. Sticking my tongue into the foreskin to get some of Dad’s ass juice and cum that was hiding inside. Dad moved around me and slid his cock into my hole. “Marry those strains Drew” Zane said. Dad’s big cock felt good in my hole. My cock hung hard between my legs. I knew that the other men around the pool were watching. I don’t know what turned me on more, knowing it was Dad’s cock fucking my hole or the men watching me. “Your boy gets really hard when you have you dick up his ass Drew” Zane said. I just moaned as I sucked on Zane’s growing cock. I was taking it all the way down my throat as Dad pounded my hole. His balls slapped against my ass. I was moaning deep as I slide my mouth up and down on Zane’s cock. I could see men starting to gather around us, stroking their cocks. “Is your boy’s hole open for business” one of the men asked. “Always, he won’t refuse any cock” Dad responded, pumping his cock in and out of my ass harder. “Save those loads for his hole men” Zane said, “Save them for his hole” Dad’s breathing became fast, he was really turned on by the thought of other men using my hole and dumping their loads. His cock was thickening as it worked in and out of my hole. I could feel some of Zane’s load slowly running down from my hole, heading to my balls. Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him, causing me to drop Zane’s cock out of my mouth. His cock jumped and pulsed in my hole as he shot his load in deep. As his climax slowly subsided, he began to pump in and out of my hole, slowly moving his cock in and out. “Mix those strains Drew” Zane said. The cocks were leaking pre-cum as the men watched me get bred by my Dad. He slowly pulled out as I squeezed my hole around his exiting cock. I watched Dad move to the side of Zane’s head and put his cock into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, tasting his load, Dad’s load and my boy pussy. “He’s open for business men,” Dad said, “fill him up and send him home”

For a long time I was a condom nazi, and basically thought I just didn't like anal sex. The first time I barebacked I was basically seeing stars - there is almost nothing that compares to the feeling of actually feeling another guy's insides, throbbing in him and shooting my load. Once I started there was absolutely no going back. Yeah, there's the risk of STIs. But you live once and bad sex is just not worth it. Now my favorite way to fuck is when another guy's cum is in the hole I'm fucking. Honestly at this point I'd rather jerk off than use a condom. BB is the only way!

Dad’s Basement Part Fourteen I woke up with my head pounding and my throat sore. My sheets were wet and my muscles were a little achy. I headed to Dad’s bathroom to see Dad before he got dressed. I knew he would be in the shower, I woke up early enough. I stood in the doorway and watched the water run down his back and ass. He was happily whistling. “Good morning Daddy” I said. He turned and smiled. “Good Morning to you Son. Slept good” “Slept great” I continued to watch him later up his chest and stomach. It was so erotic to see my hot muscled Daddy cleaning his fur. His cock and balls jumped as he moved. The water and soap flowers down his torso and streamed off the head of his cock between his legs. It looked as if he was pissing. “Who’s Dax” I asked just out of the blue. “Dax? How did you know about him?” he replied. “Oh I guess I heard someone in the basement say that name” thinking quickly so he would not know I knew of the conversation with his buds. “When the time is right Son, you will learn all about Dax” he said, “How are you feeling, Son, you look a little green around the gills” “Not so hot Daddy, I ache, throat hurts, get hot flashes and have the worst headache” “You might have the fuck flu Son, but have never known it to his so fast, usually hits in a week or two.” “Fuck flu? Y'all have talked about it but never explained it” Dad shut off the water and began to towel off, making his cock and balls bounce more and more. I was enjoying the show he was giving me even thought he didn’t know it was a show. “Baby boy, the HIV is taking over, the fuck flu is your body’s response to the losing battle. I just don’t know how it happened so fast” “It might be Garrett” “Garrett” “He fucked me one the night after the basement. He came through my window.” “I don’t see how that could speed up your conversion” “Daddy, he told me he was full blown” “A.I.D.S” he said, “Well that little fucker” “Don’t be mad Daddy” “I’m not, just wish he would have shared the new with everyone” “Now take that sexy ass back to bed and stay there, I need to make some arrangements for your care, since I have to be at work all day. Meetings I can’t get out of, but I will call and check in” I did as he said. I was under the covers shivering when he came in. i was disappointed that he was fully dressed and I could not see his fur, his ass, his cock and balls. “I’m leaving the door unlocked, Doc is sending over a nurse to take care of you, Doc is going to come and examine you around lunch time. You do as they as.” he said, “you are not too old to go over my knee” “Yes Daddy” I watched him leave and soon fell back asleep. When I work up later there by my bed sat a male nurse. He was Latino, dark hair and goatee, well defined body under his red scrubs. “Hola, I am Jose. Doc sent me over to look after you” he said, “How are you feeling?” “Thirsty Jose!” I watched him get up, his ass was nice and round and giggled some when we walked. He left my room and returned with a glass of ice water. I could not focus on anything but his crotch. I could see his cock running down his right leg. It looked thick. He helped me sit up and held the glass to my lips for me to drink. It felt good, but hurt like hell going down my raw throat. When I had enough I fell back against my pillow just staring at Jose. “Doc is running behind today, so he won’t be here until about 2” he said I nodded my understanding. He got up and left my room without another word. He returned with a big bowl filled with cool water and a cloth. I slowly pulled back the covers, exposing my naked body, I shivered more. Wetting the towel in the water and wringing it out, he stood next to my bed. He lifted my arm and held it in place. He slowly moved the towel up and down the skin of my arm. I only closed my eye for a second and when I opened them, my hand near his crotch. He moved forward a little and my hand would put pressure against the tube of meat running down his leg. He lowered my arm, rewet the cloth, and moved to the other side of my bed. He repeated the same motions with that arm. Once again there were moments when his dick and my hand would meet. He moved back to the bowl, rewetting the cloth and started wiping my chest. My eyes watched his crotch, his cock would twitch with his movements. It was slowly moving further down his thigh inside his scrub pants. This time when he rewetted the cloth, water splashed and made a big wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He just smiled and moved to wipe my stomach. The fabric stuck to his cock, making it more pronounced. I couldn’t help but stare. He caught me staring more than once. When he went to rewet his cloth, he dropped it in the water and left it there. He turned to me, pulled the knot on this pants and and let them drop. HIs cock swung free of his thigh and hung low, twitching, slowly moving the foreskin back from the head. He stepped out, turned and got the clothe. He started wiping at my legs, His ass was now in my view as well. It was covered with black hair, that grew thicker as it got to his crack. Staring at his cock and ass was having an effect on my cock, it was slowly expanding inching up my stomach. Jose slowly bent over, lifting my cock with his hand and engulfing it in his mouth. I tilted my head back, as his mouth lowered on my cock, taking it deep into his throat. His hand slide between my thighs and spread the open. HIs fingers explored my balls, then dropped lower. HIs uncut meat was growing and was soon visible from between his thighs. “We have to feed the virus amigo” He stood up, pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was defined and had a little bit of black fur between the pecs. Around his belly button was more fur. He climbed on my bed and knelt between my legs, lifting them slowly to his shoulders. He crawled closer, pulled back his foreskin and pushed his cock into my hole. I moaned loudly, as he drove deeper and deeper into my hole, until his black fur covered sac was against my hole. “My injection is just the first today, high count, very potent.” he said, “may inject you twice before the Doc comes” I felt his skin moved against my hole as his cock slide out. He didn't wait to push back in, balls deep. His fingers roamed my chest, gently crossing my nipples, flicking them lightly as he moved his cock in and out. His cock picked up speed pumping in and out of my hole, as he pinched my nipple harder and harder. My cock was leaking with every thrust. I went to grab it to jack as he fucked my hole and pinched my nipples but he pushed my hand away. “No jack, no cock” he said. He pushed against me, lifting my ass off the mattress, folding me in half. My cock hung over my face, dripping pre-cum onto my chin. I could see his brown cock sliding in and out of my hole, It was slick with ass juice. “Pre-cum just as potent” His balls were slapping my ass over and over and he picked up speed. My muscles ached more and more as he pounded me. I was sweating so much that it was running down my back, it was cold which sent more shivers through my body. My head was pounding to the rhythm of his fucking, My mouth and throat was dry. He looked me in my eyes and the spit in my face. It took me by surprise, I licked my lips trying to taste Jose’s spit. I wanted every bit of juice from him I could. He pulled his cock out of my hole, placed his face really close, pushing my ass forward this this hands. He lined up his mouth to my hole, just inches away and spit. I could feel the spit hit my hole, over and over. He spit on my hole at least three times. Quickly he moved, lined up his cock with my spit covered hole and drove it in deep. I moaned loudly. “Ooooh you like that?” Jose asked. He pulled out and drove in deep again, repeating this over and over. Getting punched fucked by his uncut cock was amazing. His balls slapped at my ass and back. I grabbed my legs to hold them forward, keeping my ass in the air. I wanted to stay in this position, but Jose had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my ass, slapped it hard and moved off the bed. He pushed my legs down then ordered: “Get on your stomach!” I complied. He climbed on my back, using his legs he parted my own, allowing him access to my hole. His cock was so hard that he just pushed and it hit home. Sliding into my waiting hole. He dropped his body weight on me, slid his arm around my neck putting me into a choke hold. I could feel his hips grinding into, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. His hot breathe was on the side of my face. He pulled back his cock by lifting his ass in the air. I would have given anything to be able to see his ass going up and down as he drove his dick into me. His crotch slapped against my ass. With each slapped of my ass and the driving of his dick deep into my hole, his choke hold got a little tighter. His breathe was hot in my ear. I could tell he was going close as his breathe was getting shallow. The up and down movement of his ass moving his cock in and out of my ass was getting faster and faster. His poz load was edging closer and closer to spitting out of this foreskin cover cock. He pushed his dick deep inside of me, pressing his crotch to my ass. “Injecting my poison” he whispered. I couldn’t feel his cum shooting and figured he was oozing his thick cream in. He kept pushing in, even thought his cock couldn’t get any deeper. I think it was to pull the foreskin back exposing his head and piss slit in my ass. “That should help keep you conversion going” Doc said from the doorway, slowly stroking his massive cock, that was sticking out of his open fly, with his balls hanging low in front of his pants. “Good job Jose” Jose pulled out of me, jumped around and kneeled at my head. He lifted his slowly softening cock to my lips, pulling back the foreskin. I instantly stuck my tongue out and licked around his exposed cock head. I slipped my tongue inside his foreskin, digging for any cum that could be hiding there. He pushed his soft cock into my mouth until I was sniffing his crotch hair. “Only gave one injection, Doc” “It’s okay Jose, please head back to the clinic. We can have our patient here come in for a check up and you can inject him again” Doc said. “Si” With that Jose got dressed and left. Leaving naked, soaking wet from sweat, shivering from the cold, aching on my bed with my ass up in the air. “Do I get an injection from you Doc?”

Jason and I went to a really great building on the Hudson River. I would call it the Upper East Side. We were buzzed in and took an elevator. When we got out of the elevator, I could hear the low buzz of a party and saw a couple really sexy 20-somethings stumble out of an apartment door. We walked past them and entered the apartment. They said, "Have fun sexy fuckers." I turned to look at them and smiled. They were really hot. I wondered where Jason brought me. There was a long hallway, followed by a rather large sunken living room and a decently sized kitchen with a breakfast bar separating it from a platform overlooking the living room. There were groups of guys all over, couples, groups talking, two guys fucking by the window. We went to the kitchen and grabbed a drink. Jason then took me to the bedroom where we stripped off our clothes, put them in a bag, and went back to the party. We were both in jockstraps. As we left the bedroom, another door opened at the other end of the hall. Jason turned toward the room and said, "Come on." We walked in and I saw a small group of guys on the bed. The guys were really attractive twinks, twunks, jocks, and a sexy French otter in the center of the bed getting fucked. He welcomed Jason. Jason leaned in and kissed him. Soon Jason was sitting on the bed and a guy was spreading Jason's legs. He asked Jason if he wanted to get fucked. Jason moaned and said yes. The top guy said, "You and Frenchie are always such sluts." That's when the guy fucking the French otter blew his load, screamed kinda loud, pulled out, and another dude took his place fucking the French guy. Fuck this was so hot! I watched for awhile as my dick grew hard. I wanted to be as free as Jason and be on my back letting guys fuck me. It looked so good. I finished my drink and went for a refill. I made this one all vodka and did a shot with the guys in the kitchen. I wandered back to the bedroom. I watched some more as the guy fucking Jason was really getting into it. He kept feeling Jason's body and making Jason suck his fingers. I drank my vodka by gulps. Guys felt my body as I sat on the bed. Jason looked over at me and smiled. One guy leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back and our tongues wrestled. The guy I was kissing reached between my legs as I reached for his solid cock. The guy feeling my hole put his cock to my lips and said, "suck this!" I licked the tip of his dick. It tasted good. I sucked the head into my mouth and did the short stroke for a bit. Then I took the rest of his cock into my mouth. I tried hard to get it all in but now realized how thick it was since he was stretching my mouth. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before he pulled out, grabbed some lube, fingered it in my ass, and handed me some poppers (which I used). I spread my legs as he slid his bare cock inside me. His dick spread my ass some and I grunted. Jason reached over and stroked my cock as my top's balls touched my ass. I was adjusting as the top started stroking in and out of my hole. Jason's top came in his ass and another top replaced him. My top leaned over and kissed me as he fucked me. He grabbed my shoulders from under my back, my legs spread and feet parallel with the ceiling, and he kissed me and pumped his cock into my ass. The top fucked me for about five minutes. He leaned into my ear and said, "Tell me you want my load." I said, "Do it! Give me your load." He shot his load in me, collapsed on me, then kissed me again and we untangled ourselves. He grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me." I went with him. As I left the bedroom, I turned around to see another top taking over on both Frenchie and Jason. The group in the living room area had changed a bit. I was brought over to the couch and the guy who'd been fucking me said, "Sit on this cock." I looked at the very sexy Latino dude with a great big cock and I stood over him on the couch. I lowered my ass to his cock and my cum filled ass swallowed his cock slowly as I lowered myself. The top said, "This bitch is a natural bottom. No enhancements need." I answered, "Except vodka." The Latino looked at me and smiled and said, "Get this bitch some vodka. Ice?" I said, "Yes please." I continued to ride his cock. I guess I'd been getting in good workouts or I was just really fucking horny because I didn't feel the burn in my legs or glutes from riding this cock. My top brought back my drink and handed it to me. I lowered myself all the way down on the dick and drank about half the drink. The Latino dude lifted me up a bit, said "Don't spill any" and proceeded to carefully turn me over the couch with his cock inside me. I had no idea how he did it but he must've stretched me out a lot. I was now bent over the couch as the Latino dude fucked away at my ass. He was driving his cock in and out of my ass. I had trouble finishing my drink and set it down on the floor behind the couch. A guy stepped up and put his cock to my lips. I was opening my mouth when I saw my previous top get bent over by a really thin older guy. My previous top said, "Knock me up man." The skinny older guy jammed his cock inside him. I started sucking the guy in front of me. He didn't last long. In a few minutes, he filled my mouth with cum. He pulled away and I looked back at the Latino fucking me. He was watching my previous top take a raw, dry fuck. He was obviously in pain as the older thin guy banged away at his ass and called him a names like "slutty cunt, "nasty bitch" and "bugchaser." As that top sped up so did my Latino dude. The Latino dude and my previous top made eye contact and the guy getting fucked mouthed, "I love you" to the Latino dude fucking me. The older top and my Latino top came in our asses at about the same time. The Latino dude pulled out of me, went over to my previous top, pulled him up into a kiss, and led him away to the bathroom. The older thin top said, "My work here is done." He got dressed and left the apartment a few minutes later. I picked up my drink which now had some cum in it; but I drank it anyway. I was going to the kitchen when a deep voice said, "My sweet boy. Long time. What are you doing here?" I turned and there was Lou. Lou was the black guy who'd fucked me in Albany before I went to college. I turned and threw my arms around him. I kissed him. "Lou!!!!!," I cooed. He laughed and said, "I watched you getting fucked by that Latino dude. Did you make him use a condom?" I blushed and shook my head no. Lou reached around and slipped his thick finger in my sloppy ass. Lou said, "You want to get fucked some more." I nodded. He bent me over the counter and slid his giant dick into my hole in one stroke. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me. Lou fucked me for about 30 minutes. He was putting on a show - not just for me, but for the other guys. He was showing them what a great fuck he was even though he was probably the oldest guy there at the time. I watched as guys watched me get fucked, talked about it, and the entire room evolved into an orgy. By the time Lou made me beg for his load out loud, guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. Lou laid on my back for a minute. Both of us a sweaty mess. I had cum on the floor as he came inside me. We left and went to his hotel where he and his friend fucked me a couple more times. In the morning, Lou, his friend and I had room service. Lou and I parted ways that afternoon. I never forgot how we met, or how he stealth bare fucked me years ago, or how he fucked me and made me beg for his load in front of a room full of guys the night before. Ah, Lou!!!!!!!

Hubby and I have a rim chair. When we first purchased it, we sat several of the bottoms we shared on it and rimmed their asses and eventually started felching them out after breedings. The hottest experience, I've had was when we (me versatile, him versatile/top) decided to go out and get loaded separately, so we could come home and felch out each other's sloppy cum hole. At that time, we both had been semi-dating (fucking with overnight privileges) other men on the side, so we knew they'd be in the mix... but we were going to try for at least two loads each. That Saturday night my husband (age 40) went to his 23 year old latin boyfriend's apartment telling him he was in the mood to bottom for a change. And, as it turns out his young college boy gave him two loads and invited two of his friends to do the same -- he received a total of 4 loads before leaving. I decided to save my regular top pal for last because I knew his cum always tasted fantastic. Sadly, my first attempt at getting loaded was a bust (and not in the good way) -- I'd met up with a sexy, muscular, hung black stud with 9 thick inches from Adam4Adam, who demanded that we use condoms (NOT), so he fingered my hole while I sucked him off and I was on my way to look for greener pastures. After the initial disappointment, I decided a change of plans was in order. I texted my regular pal and told him I needed a quick load before meeting back up with the husband. Luckily he happily complied and within half an hour I had a huge delicious load deep inside of my arse (so deep that not even a drip ran down my legs). From there, I checked my text messages and BBRT ad to find that I had 3 possible meet-ups. One was an interracial top couple in midtown, one a longtime fuck pal and the third a visitor in a local hotel for the weekend. I texted my hubby and suggested we move our felch-date to 2 am, because i was having trouble chasing down loads. He agreed, saying his group fun with the college boys was done and he was heading to meet hot cubbish pal for a hopeful 5th load (which he received, of course). The race was on! I ended up losing the hotel guy, because he wasn't into "sloppy seconds," but the couple worked me over for an hour and deposited a total of 3 loads in my hungry arse! By the time I got to my fuck buddy's place he had another top on the way (score!)... he filled me with his beautiful, delicious and talented 10.5 inches of BBC and quickly loaded me before his guest arrived. We even had time for a cocktail and to break open a fresh bottle of poppers before the stranger arrived -- who by the way, was was much hotter than his online pix (what a surprise?!) This mixed race stud was fit and had one of the most beautiful cocks I've ever seen. He spent about 45 minutes going back and forth deep bare-fucking me and my pal while we made out, shared poppers and sucked each other. Luckily, I was the one who received his seemingly massive load, which put me over the limit and ran down my legs as my hole could not contain it all. This increased my load count to a respectable 6. Completely satisfied, I headed home to meet my hubby for our fun. Hubby and I each had a shot of tequila and then headed to the rim chair... he took the bottom bunk first, while I hit poppers and prepared to be eaten. As he felched me, I recanted the stories of the night (from disappointed stop #1 to success with my fuckbud, interracial couple and so on...) and how I'd been bred by each stud and dutifully cleaned each spent cock with my tongue, savoring the taste of their cock, my hole and the evolving mix in my well-opened hole -- which made him so horny that he slid back until his cock was under my arse and he quickly fucked and bred me with a final 7th load of the evening, which he immediately ate out as well before giving me a sloppy kiss laced with the cum of 6 men. We swapped places and I quickly sealed my mouth around his arse cunt. As he took a hit of maximum impact and opened his sphincter, I was shocked at how much cum flooded my mouth. I swear it was half a cup of man soup! That was the moment I became a true cum lover --- I now felch every hole I fuck and nothing makes me hard like a sloppy manhole! After a quick big gulp, I was able to slow down and savor the taste, the feel, the mind fuck of eating stranger cum from my husband's largely virgin hole. He told me about each man's cock and how they'd bred him and that he relied on booze and poppers to take all the cock, as I lay beneath him enjoying the protein feast that now dripped from his delicious, well-used ass. Several minutes later I fingered him deeply and watched another small river of cum flow from his depths and land on my tongue. We moved to the bed and made out, kissing for what seemed a long while, sharing the remnants of 12 loads from 10 sexy men (including the last load he'd given me minutes earlier). He lifted his legs to my shoulders and I gently fucked his puffy, red hole while we continued to make out until I exploded inside of him, giving him a 6th and final load, which he kept inside of his arse all night. I wish I could say that we repeated this often, but it was truly a one-time event. While I became a huge cum-lover, he did not. So, now when we share bottom men, he rims to get them open and slicked up for fucking and I felch them afterwards -- still great fun and occasionally he still enjoys a good cum-filled kiss. ;-) Happy breeding men!

I would be willing if I was in your area to do you both make you watch me knock up your boyfriend before I turn and bend you over for the second load. The second load always takes longer so I can pile drive that boy hole turning it into a toxic cum dump as your boyfriend watches and lets the reality of what just happen to him sink in.

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

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 02 I can’t deny it: over the next couple of days I thought a lot about Dante and his sweet little ass. Although he was interested in my cock, he seemed to be troubled with the idea of betraying his partner, so if I was going to empty my balls, I knew I would have to be very careful in approaching him. Still, I could not wait for our second date. Thursday came I found the little angel seated on a bench, dressed in his white puma training suit, apparently watching for me. He looked so innocent, and when he saw me he arose, walked towards me to greet me. “Hey there,” he said, adding “It is good to see you again” as his gaze wandered down to my crotch and up to my face again. “I am happy to see you too, as you can see” I replied, taking a good grip of my crotch. My dick had been hard for the entire drive to meet Dante. “So what’s the plan?” he asked and looked around as if he was uncomfortable to be here at this public place. “Depends on you. I just know I need to open my pants real soon. My dick is already hurting, if you know what I mean,” I smirked. “I can see. Your pants are too tight, or your cock is too big,” Dante commented, licking his lips with repressed excitement. "Why don’t we just drive around for a while? We could drive downtown and drink some coffee,” I suggested. “No! No coffee…. not downtown! My boyfriend thinks I'm with my best friend, buying stuff for her new apartment” he explained. So he lied to his boyfriend again about the two of us meeting. If he had a clear conscience, he wouldn’t have to lie to his man, but he was craving for my cock. He wanted to feel my cock break through his pussy, piercing up his cunt. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but it was definitely inevitable. “Driving around is nice…. maybe you know a parking lot, where we can talk a bit, while sitting in the car” he suggested.. ‘Yeah…. doing some dirty talk, you bitch’ I thought. “Sure do…. let’s go” I answered flashing a smile at him. We got into my car but before we left I told him how stunning he looked to day and how much I liked his scent. He smiled at me and told me he didn’t wear any cologne as his boyfriend was allergic to almost everything. “Really. Then your scent is overwhelming. I have never experienced something like this before, but just smelling you makes me hot,” I purred. Without asking for permission I leaned over into his space and sniffed at the side of his neck, murmuring “Awesome,” although in truth there was nothing special about his scent. But he was flattered and I knew this would open the door to his cunt sooner or later. Dante giggled and on purpose he touched my bulge and searched for the tip of my cock, pressing through my jeans fabric and softly massaged my cockhead, even as he moaned "Not here...." He couldn’t see my evil grin. I started the engine and we left the church parking lot. Dante didn’t look at me. He had only eyes for my bulge and he kept touching it with such a passion. I thought for a few seconds, and decided on a remote location with which I was familiar. We didn't exchange a single word. I drove, and he played with my cock. Half an hour later we drove onto a deserted parking area of a factory which was long closed down. After I stopped the engine I turned to Dante and asked if he was alright. “I am not sure, if this is right, what we are doing” he told me softly. “What are we doing?” I replied. “You know. I came here to get fucked by you,” Dante admitted. “Really? Wow…. I mean, I was hoping you would open up to me eventually, but I never thought today would be the day.” I played the stupid. “Yeah, I even brought lube with me,” he showed me a small tube. The whore was prepared. Nice change of things. Who would have thought that this true and loyal boy would spread his legs on the second date. Giving him my most serious look, I replied "I was also hoping things would eventually develop between us, but this is a new situation for me too, especially since I also love my boyfriend." Of course I was just playing him up, and my 'confession' was entirely a lie. “We don’t have to rush this, Dante,” I suggested, giving him a warm smile. He had not once stopped playing with my dick (through my jeans), and it seemed as if the buttons of my fly would explode off of their own accord, so I asked "Mind if I open-up my jeans please? It really hurts," almost begging him. “Please, let me,” he politely replied. “Of course, baby,” I answered with a smile as I crossed my arms behind my head and leaned back. Dante opened my pants easily. In no time my nine incher proudly protruded out of my jeans. He started to jack me off slowly again and from time to time he licked over my cockhead. For a couple of minutes I let him have his way, but then I stopped his jacking motions. He looked at me questioning. “Listen Dante, the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you. But we are both not free and you got a bad conscience and I feel the same way about my lover, but I don’t want to be jacked off by you only. If we want to have sex, then we got to do it the right way," I said, reiterating my earlier point. “I am not ready to be fucked,” Dante gulped. “That’s okay… it’s okay baby… you can suck me - at least at the beginning,” I murmured as I caressed him. “That’s really okay for you? You are not mad at me or something?” he asked, an element of trepidation in his voice. “No…. it is okay. It is only important that you enjoy sucking my cum out of my balls and that you swallow it all…. can you do this for me?” I asked with what I thought would pass for loving eyes. “I am not so much into swallowing and so… you know, I don’t know you for a long time. I am scared of diseases,” he sighed. ‘Tough’ I thought, but I knew if I would force him now, he might be scared like a little flower. And I wanted to fuck him unsafe. To rip him open with my cunt basher and mix my semen with his blood in a bad and hard assfucking. “I can understand that. But my last test was negative. What about yours?" Of course I didn't tell him my last negative test was several years in the past. He swore it was the same with him, but still he needed time. ‘Oh fuck’ I thought, but undeterred suggested “Listen…. why don’t we get in the back of the car and talk about this. You could at least give me a little show," looing desperately at Dante. “A little show?” Dante was not sure what I wanted. I told him, it would be a nice gesture if he would spread his legs on the back seat and finger himself for me a little bit. He could use some lube, so it would look professional. Seeing I needed some relief, he agreed, and we climbed out of the front seats, but before we climbed in the back, Dante took off his training suit. The little whore was wearing jock strap! Laying on his back as much as he was able, he spread his legs widely, licked his fingers, showing me his tight anal entrance. I thought I would rape him then and there, but I played along and so I started jerking off, while Dante fingered himself like a two dollar whore. Which I supposed he would likely be in future. Eventually he began using some lube to get his fingers deeper into his snatch, moaning in rhythm to the slurping sounds his ass cunt made as he finger fucked himself - now using three fingers. His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see me when I moved towards him, but he certainly felt me when I climbed on top of him, my cock searching (and finding) his sweet, promising orifice. While my cock head rested against his well lubed opening, Dante began to push his hands against my chest and told me clearly to stop. My eyes were closed and I pretended neither to see his scared eyes nor to hear his pleading cries. I kept on pushing my cock head into his tight hole and slowly I entered his fuck tube. Dante screamed at the top of his lungs. After my dick had entered him a bit I stopped and looked down at him. “Please don’t….” he cried. “I love you, but you are making me so horny with your show, I need more than just jerking off,” I explained. “Then let me suck you, but without swallowing it… but please don’t fuck me bareback,” he replied. I didn't answer, but instead resumed slow, gentle fucking motions. He went ballistic. “Okay… OKAY," I replied with a degree of exasperation in my voice. "What about this: you suck me but I will pull out when I cum, and fire my cum right into your face. Okay?” Dante didn’t know the danger taking a load 'on his face', because he readily agreed, and indeed seemed excited at the prospects of seeing my cum ooze out of my cock. Of course what he didn't know was that I intended not only to cum on his face - I was determined to blow my load into his eyes. “Okay…” I roared and withdrew my dick for an inch, only to ram it back fully into him, balls deep. After bottomed out I withdrew my cock finally. “OKAY!” I shouted out. I went backwards to the door and grabbed Dante at his shirt. After opening the door I stepped out of the car but Dante stayed inside, sitting there and swallowing my dick. This was not the way he liked it, but I didn't give him a choice. I held his head in my hands fucking him deeply into his mouth, and straight into his throat. He struggled to control his gag reflex, so I forgave him scratching me with his teeth and drooling as if he had never before sucked cock. I knew I was about to give my load, and so I kept my word and pulled my dick out of his mouth, jacking myself, grunting "Take a close look, Dante, here it cums!" He did exactly what I suggested, all but bug-eyed as I coaxed myself over the edge, which gave me the excellent opportunity to blow several large gushes of cum on each side of his face, specifically aiming for his eyes - which ended-up being totally covered with my cum. It was such a hot sight. “Damn, it burns,” he complained. “That’s normal. Lay on your back and close your eyes. I will try to find a bottle of water. Don’t rub your eyes, you'll make it worse,” I advised, but adding "“But I've gotta first take a piss," I told him. While I took my piss nearby the car, I took the chance to take some pictures of cute Dante in his mess. He didn’t even realize, that I was using my mobile phone to get some good evidence, just in case he refused to let me fuck him later on. Instead of bringing him water, I opened up the other backseat door and climbed a bit into the car, asking him if he would mind cleaning my cock - that I was a bit messy. “Sure…. you need to help me, I ca..** ‘slurp’ sheeee ya…..”he mumbled, while my cock was already abusing his throat again. After I finished my first dirty deed I helped Dante to clean up. He looked at me with his big bloodshed eyes and I was ready to show the bitch the pictures, to get him into line, but I chose to start with “I’m sorry, I just feel too much for you,” trying to feign the look of shame. “That was so fucking awesome,” Dante exclaimed as his eyes began to clear-up, adding with a gasp “I've never sex like this before. When can I meet you again?”

Previously... The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck! Right so… Motherfucking Orson motherfucking Adams! Fuck my life! That scammy bastard had managed to fuck me while I was distracted by buff Northern Europeans and a troubled bisexual. As if he hadn’t been the bane of my life in college – always making snide remarks about my three boyfriends Joe, Andrew and Kevin when he thought he could get away with it and putting up posts to the college message boards about promiscuity being a sign of insecurity and not loving yourself. The prick who right now was lifting me gently to my feet and guiding me to an upstairs toilet. As I was worshipping the porcelain god and he was leaning against the sink trying not to notice, he commented “So I’m guessing that MDMA is pretty strong then” Keeping my voice low, I answered “yeah I guess the lads didn’t mean to get quite so carried away” “Still tho” he added, ‘that wasn’t cool. I’d just sunk my cock into your perfect hole, when suddenly you were spasming and thrashing and then gasping… I dunno what the fuck Kurk and Sven were thinking. That wasn’t cool” I retched at the memory and then was given a disposable toothbrush by the sickeningly attentive rat-bastard. He continued “this will sound weird, but I’ve been here all night, and at many of the other nights and yet those few minutes with you were the most intense I’ve felt in a long time. I mean… has anyone ever told you how beautiful your asshole is?” (What the fuck?) I wiped the leather mask’s insides with wet tissue, thankful for their cover. I kept my low voice, “don’t worry about it…” He looked a little sad and turned to me and asked “…but I want to. I mean, I don’t even know your name?” As I stood up and took him in, it dawned on me that Orson had actually seriously buffed up since our time in college. Not only had his skin cleared, but his chest and arms had filled out and on top of it he had a tattoo – Orson fuckin Adams had a tattoo – some tribal design on his hip (yeah how 90s!), but still! Also his young baby features now looked refined and youthful in his thirties. All in all, had I not known what a bastardy shit of a weasel he was, I may have actually been attracted to him. “It’s Dealer Dog bud, and don’t tell me yours, I’ll be ok thanks” His hopeful face, crumpled at my rebuff, I almost felt a little cruel, almost till I remember that this lad was probably behind the fact that me and my group had been ostracised from every gay function in Uni while we were there. I just wanted him to go. I pointed to the door. “Look the guys were a bit rough, it happens. But don’t go knocking them when you were the one fucking your big dick into me at the same time. That hurt too and I’ve gotta go make sure I’m ok down there now, so I’d like a little privacy.” Again Orson gave me wounded animal face. Nope, not gonna give him any sympathy. Still a rat-bastard, slimy arsed politician. As he walked for the door I heard, “I’m sorry, I thought you were enjoying it, I mean had I thought that I hadn’t had consent…” I turned and with the last shred of restraint said “that’s alright Orson, just go” and closed the door. I turned and leaned against the door. Fucking hell! I decided that the best thing right now would be to wipe myself down and clean myself out. With a wet cloth I gave myself a whore’s bath (down as far as possible, up as far as possible, then possible) which was all I could do without removing the chaps, though I did lose the dog mask to give myself some freedom …and mouthwash. Freedom and mouthwash – sounds like the next country and western hit! Then as I was sorting out my jockstrap (the front of which had gotten wedged above the chaps somehow), I replayed the last few minutes and realised… shit – I just used Orson’s name! I stared at myself in the mirror and pulled on the dog mask again, and looked at the creature staring back at me. I don’t quite know how long I stared at this leather clad Dober-man… “bzzt… Mike….” WTF? I looked around – someone had called my name – it sounded tinny. “Mike!” I looked down to the lightswitch, there was a speaker with a button beside it. It was Simon’s voice. “Um… yes?” I answered. Simon’s crisp tones came over the speaker. “Much as I enjoy watching you having your Donnie Darko moment, there are guests without drugs down there. Sort it out” I looked for a video camera, there were suspicious looking appliances in each corner near the ceiling. Now that I thought of it, these devices were downstairs as well. I looked up at the nearest sensor like device and nodded. “Oh and answer the door would you? It seems like there’s some reinforcements” I walked out into the upper level corridor, passing a panicked looking Kurk who gave me a very shame-faced acknowledgement – fuck it – who was I to judge him after the media circus I’d had a hand in putting him through? On the way down the steps I saw Orson sitting alone a stool by the kitchen island. I nodded at him from the dog mask and he returned it. There- we’re already back at civil relations. If I somehow got through this night without letting the only guy who decently topped me know who I really was, i.e. his slutty nemesis from college, then we’d have no problem. Walking into the reception/foyer area, I looked over to an antique coat stand and took a long cashmere oversuit coat and wrapped it around me. There was a wallet-shaped lump in the pocket and curiosity got the best of me and I sneaked a peak at the wallet’s insides. Multiple hundred pound notes and a credit card belonging to an Alan Slater, my mind was scanning the society columns... Wait wait… There was a developer family called the Slaters who lived and owned most of Carrickfergus whose son would be about 40. I hurriedly repocketed the wallet and took the coat off. My journalistic skills had got the better of me and I decided to quickly find out who else was here before I brought Gavin in. Grabbing the drug tray from beside the empty couch, I made my way further into the depths of the living room. Further back on an ottoman was a shaven headed guy I’d yet to meet being fucked rapidly by Sven. The guy was lying on his left side and had his tanned back to me (with some sort of flock of birds tattoo on his right shoulder blade). Looking at the movement of the two of them was pure poetry. He was being half-supported and fucked sideways by the bartender. When I say sideways I don’t mean it in the slang way like he was giving him a “sideways” fuck like a manic fuck or a rabbit fuck. I’ve heard it used all kinds of ways, but for me it still just means when you fuck someone at a ninety-degree angle to their hole, not the usual doggy or missionary position. Sven held up the guy’s right leg while leaning his chest against it to slam his pale cock down his fuckhole. The view from behind, as the shaven headed bottom shoved his head into the fabric of the ottoman and buried moans of pleasure that matched Sven’s pounding rhythm (definitely rolling with ecstasy I thought!). The bottom had wrapped his right arm around a couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life! Sven was running his free right hand down the right side of the bottom, taking in all the sweat and the tattoos, while never missing a beat in his relentless pounding. The muscular ass-cheeks were facing me and stretched apart in this position, giving me a full-on clinical view of the fuck. I watched the bottom’s taut connective tissue around his hole expand and contract around the shaft of Sven’s cock looking like the easiest thing in the world. I still knew that, were it me in that position, I’d have to be high as a fucking kite. Cause there was no way I’d want to allow that much cock in me sober. The bottom’s ass lips looked like they were sucking down on Iceland’s hottest export. I knew that position could really work for some though, but even still… I remember once back in college days I was sitting on the armchair jacking off watching Joe fucking Andrew on the coffee table right in front of me. Then Kevin, the blonde nerdy engineering student, who was standing beside me, started wiggling his asshole over my cock from the side of the armchair. I told him that if he wanted it, he had to sit on it (I was way too stoned to move at that point). The only problem was that there wasn’t a lot of room in front of me, what with the other two fucking there, so while I lubed up, Kevin just reached back and grabbed the other arm of the armchair and angled himself above me still facing to the left. As I said before I’ve a pretty girthy cock so it was maybe even easier for Kevin, who was a bit of a reluctant bottom except when stoned. When he was baked, well, all hell broke loose and you had to hide every hard cock in the building! He was a bitch in heat then… Anyways I always liked the position cause while you sacrificed depth, for a lot of prissy bottoms it was easier for them to take me. I remember Kevin basing out on me in one pure motion that time, and he normally took forever to get me all in. While I was looking at Sven in all his pale perfection standing and holding the muscled lad’s right leg way up and grinning and heaving like a maniac, the doorbell rang again. Fuck! I gotta go get that… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!?

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The paddle slapped my right ass cheek with just enough force that I closed my eyes for a second. “Twenty-two,” I said. I was bent over and holding the back of a large leather chair, the little diamond briefs down by my ankles, and paying for going “bust” in the manner that all the players did when it happened. I wasn’t the only one – when I’d walked in, after telling my total to the dealer, he’d brought another guy here with him, too. He’d taken up the same position on the next wing-backed leather chair to the other side of the small table, and a moment after the paddle landed on my butt, I heard the other guy in the diamond briefs take a similar hit, and he said, “twenty-five.” The paddle struck my other ass cheek. “Twenty-one,” I said. I’d been told to count down from my score, and the man with the paddle – mine was one of the men wearing hearts, a thick-bodied man in his forties maybe, with a hairy chest and a neatly trimmed moustache and dark hair – had begun his work. Another hit – and I couldn’t help but notice it was a bit harder. “Twenty,” I said. On the other side of the table, I heard the other guy say “Twenty-four,” and I thought the crack of the paddle on his ass that had proceeded it was louder than my own. The guy paddling him was the big hairy bear in clubs I’d seen turned down by the Latino guy in the diamond briefs. The next hit was harder, and landed right across my ass. “Nineteen,” I said. I squirmed a bit, shifting my grip on the chair. It went on. Eighteen was an up-stroke that landed deftly below my right buttock, almost on my thigh – it made me yelp out loud and the mustached man chuckled as the next strike, number seventeen, did the same on the other side. By the time I was said “Ten” my eyes were watering and my ass was hot. It was obvious the man with the paddle knew what he was doing. From the way the other voice in the room nearly broke when he cried out “Twelve” I figured I was actually having an easier time of it than the other guy, but it was definitely taking a toll. I huffed in a breath at “Eight” and managed to get to “Five” by breathing evenly and running over the mental tally in my head. Only four more. Only four more. Another smack, square across my right ass cheek. “Four!” Only three more. Only three more. Another, left ass cheek. “Three!” The last two were up-strokes again, and they landed hard, one on either side of my butt. After I called out “One!” with nothing shy of total relief, the mustached man had put the paddle back on the little table where three other paddles already sat. I straightened up, and slowly pulled up the diamond briefs over my burning butt. The material felt cold, but it wasn’t soothing. I flinched a little, feeling every spot it touched my skin. “Two!” the strangled voice cried again, and I turned and watched the burly hairy bear swing at the other diamond boy’s but for the last time. The bear was definitely putting his strength behind the blow, and the sound was a loud crack in the smallish room. “One!” the boy said. The bear tossed the paddle on the table, and walked out. The other guy’s ass was bright red, and he leaned against the chair for a few more seconds than I had, then slowly leaned down to pull up his briefs. He took a deep breath, like he was working up the courage, and I walked out of the room before he was done. In the hall, the dealer approached me. “You have a second hand for this round. The others will be resting for a half-hour or so, but you’ll need to finish your second hand – built on the four of clubs – before the second round begins.” The idea of that second hand – let alone a whole other round – brought tears to my eyes again. I blinked. Okay. I could do this. I needed the money, and hey, I could take a nice long soothing bath when it was all over. For maybe a week. The dealer led me back into the main room, where, I saw, not all the men had gathered. The diamonds were gone, of course, but I was starting to realize that the deck of cards, split up among the men that had gathered, only meant that most of the men would be able to be picked twice. I was trying to distract myself from the pain in my ass and what I was heading into, but the math of it had just clicked. Six men for each suit – and if you took the diamonds out of it, since there was no way for me to draw a diamond – then those eighteen men could each have two cards each, and one of them would be able to have a third, assuming all the cards were used only the once. When I looked around the room, it made sense. The first turn, the diamonds had all just chosen a guy we liked – I’d gone for my photographer friend, who was a club. The next round, the clubs had come up on the wheel, and we’d all had a club come talk to us. I’d seen my photographer friend go off with someone – and now he wasn’t in the room. There were five clubs here, and he wasn’t one of them. That meant, if I was right, that another club had gotten the last – the thirteenth – club card, and he’d had his two turns already for the night. “As you know,” the host said, and I jumped, looking at the man in the spade athletic shorts with a start. “This lucky young man doubled down. So our usual half an hour respite will be his opportunity to play this second hand for the first round.” The men all looked at me from behind their masks, some smiling, some leering. I felt my face grow as warm as my butt. The host walked to the wheel. “Given the limitation, I think there’s time for two draws. Let’s settle that first so everyone else can enjoy a break. If you decide to hold after one card, we’ll just move on from there.” Then he spun the wheel. It spun, then stopped on the heart. “I believe five of you have already had one turn?” the host said. One heart nodded and stepped forward. He had a shaved head, a single silver hoop in one ear, and a smooth wide chest. If it hadn’t been for the mask and the lack of a white t-shirt, he could have been Mr. Clean’s twin. “I like my first time to be a blow job,” the man said, loud enough for everyone to hear, even though he’d moved closer to me. “Makes my second turn last longer. You like to swallow?” “Okay,” I said, admittedly relieved. The wheel spun again. Clubs this time. “Damn,” the host said. “Clubs are having all the luck tonight.” Most of the men in the room laughed, and I swallowed. There were only five men left in the wife-beaters and cotton pants marked with the club. The big burly bear was one of them, and I flashed back on how much he’d seemed to enjoy beating the other boy’s ass with the paddle. “You’ve all had a turn, no?” the host said, and the four men nodded. He turned back to me. “Close your eyes,” he said. “I’ll line them up, and you pick a number from one to five.” I closed my eyes, feeling my stomach clench and twist. I heard the men moving around. “Okay,” the host said. He sounded very amused. “Four,” I said, thinking of the card number I’d gotten twice already. When I opened my eyes, the black man with the big arms I’d seen get picked by the diamond before me in the first round was moving toward where I stood waiting with the Mr. Clean lookalike. “Listen,” he said, smiling. I realized he wasn’t talking to me, but to the man in hearts. “You want his mouth – and I don’t want to end up rushed, so how about I take his ass, and we all go play right off?” “Sure,” Mr. Clean said. I swallowed, and looked at the host, not sure what to do. “That’s fine by me,” the host said, a sly smile firmly in place. “And you can still choose not to draw the second card if you want to hold,” he said to me. I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said. The two men led the way.

Like the trobbing a hard cock does right before the guy spurts. I suck harder and try to get the cock head on my tongue so I can taste the hot cum and saver it before swallowing the entire load.