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Part 8 I awoke to the sensation of my ass being stretched. Mitch was spooning me as he pushed his morning hard on into my willing hole. I moaned as my god buried himself fully in me. He rolled me on my stomach and placed his powerful hands on my shoulders, allowing him to pile drive into me. He fucked me fast and hard for ten minutes before he let out a deep groan and pumped another of his delicious loads into me. Mitch collapsed on my back, breathing heavily as he started to piss into me. God I was so horny I humped the bed and shot a load while I served as a urinal for the hottest man ever. When we both finished, I glanced at the clock. "Shit dude!" I exclaimed jumping up and running to the toilet. "It's 11 fucking 30! We're dead meat!" Mitch laughed as I sat on the toilet, wishing I could keep his piss in me forever. "Don't worry dude! I went down and paid for another day. We're fine." "So we have the whole day together?" I asked excitedly, jumping back into the bed. Mitch grabbed me, kissing me deeply. "We sure do! And, um, I kind of have an idea." I looked at him curiously. "Well let's face it, we BOTH enjoyed last night. Maybe we can continue it." I snuggled into him as he told me his ideas. I got hard again as he talked. He wanted to place a few adds online, and see what happens. Soon we were running to the store for a couple of things. When we got back, I took a series of pictures of Mitch posing in a ski mask, displaying his killer body, nasty writing and all. Soon we had posted on several sites. The add read..... Teenage jock cumdump avail to be used. All day and night. Anonymous. Downtown hotel. Cum in and fuck a prime piece of 18 yo ass. Find him blindfolded, tied down, ready for your load. Dump and go. No cock refused. And then we waited. It was less than an hour when the first reply came in. Soon more poured in. I was in charge of replying, just sending hotel and room number. As we were expecting someone soon, I moved Mitch into position. I had him lie on the bed, legs hanging off the end. I spread his legs and tied them apart, then pulled his arms toward the head and tied them. He looked so sexy like that, helpless, vulnerable. I couldn't help but dive onto his asshole and rim him for a few while he moaned. Then we heard a knock. I put the mask on him, blindfolded him, and answered the door. The man that entered was not attractive at all, kinda heavy, but we said any cock. He walked up to Mitch and grinned as he rubbed his rock hard ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm......nice." he said, dropping his pants. He had a respectable dick that he stroked to hardness, spit on it, then slid it into my man. Mitch moaned as the stranger buried himself in the quarterback. The guy was quick. A few minutes of quick pumping and he was breeding Mitch. He pulled out and left without a word, but not before adding his marker slash to the rest. 20 minutes later, another knock. This was an old man this time. Probably in his 70's. He bent and sniffed Mitch's jock cunt. The he licked it, running his tongue up and down Mitch's hairy crack before sucking on his hole. Mitch moaned like a whore. Then the old man pulled out a surprisingly big dick, which he promptly rammed into Mitch, causing the stud to loudly moan in pure pleasure. The old man fucked for a long time. The next guy arrived while he was still fucking. "Damn he really will take any cock, won't he?" Stated the new guy. The old man just kept fucking and fucking, finally burying himself deep as he shuddered while he climaxed. As soon as he pulled out, the next guy pushed right in. Mitch just begged him to fuck him hard. The man obliged, pounding Mitch with all his might. After about 10 minutes, he too unloaded into the bound cumdump. This is how the day went. Various men of all kinds showed up for the chance to breed a hot teenage jock. Mitch loved every moment of it. Then they showed up. Andre and Tony. Oh shit. They were in our frat! Fuck! We never thought someone we would know would show up. "What the fuck is this?" Asked Andre. "Cole? Is that Miller? He's a fag? Holy shit!" Mitch started to panick when he recognized the voices. "Guys...." he started. "I'm not a fag!" "Bullshit! Look at you! Taking anonymous cock, tied up, in a motel room? You're a fucking queer! Now we ain't no queer, we just like hot ass. And bitch, you've got one. Now if you don't want us telling everyone, you'll do as we say. Untie the fag." He ordered me. "We're gonna have some fun!" I untied Mitch as instructed. "Kneel bitch!" Mitch nervously kneeled. Andre ripped off his blindfold and mask. "Won't really need these, will we? I wanna see your face fag, as we rape you! What the fuck is written on you? Faggot Jock cumdump? Cum in here? You've taken 35 loads? Damn u nasty Miller! Open that pretty white mouth, suck my cock!" Mitch obeyed. There was no use in denying the truth now. He sucked Andre deep while Tony laughed. "Oh yea Miller. We're gonna have a nice next couple years now that we know your secret! I get horny a lot, and bitches ain't always available. It will be nice to have a house slut! Now, on the bed, show me that cunt. On your back like a whore, spread em!" Mitch complied, grabbing his legs, exposing his cum dripping hole. "Fuck what an eager slut he is!" Laughed Tony. "Get in there dude!" "Look at me Miller!" Demanded Andre. "I want to see your eyes when I sink my anaconda into your cunt!" And it was an anaconda! Easily 12 inches. Andre lined his purple cockhead up to Mitch's red, dripping gash. With one hard, mighty push, he buried his huge fuckstick all the way into Mitch causing the jock to groan loudly as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh yea, take it fag! TAKE IT!" Andre shouted as he ground his wirey pubes into Mitch's swollen ass lips. Mitch panted in heat as Andre began to pound him. Mitch wrapped his legs around Andre, holding him tight. "Fuck yea!" Cried Mitch. "Fucking give it to me dude! You cant rape the willing! Dont be a pussy! Think your such a hot fuck? Prove it nigga! Come on. FUCK ME!" Andre was spurred on by Mitch's goading, and fuck him he did. Andre fucked Mitch as only a horny 20 year old jock in his prime can. Of all the fucks I've watched Mitch take, Andre was the most brutal. He pounded Mitch with no mercy. For 15 minutes he rode the quarterback as hard as he possibly could, and Mitch just begged for more. "Oh yea faggot! I'm gonna cum! TAKE IT!" Andre spit into Mitch's mouth as he added his load to the many others that had been previously deposited. He pulled out and Mitch's stretched hole leaked cum like a river. "Get in there dude!" He told Tony. "Best ass I've had in a while!" Tony dropped his pants to reveal a ridiculously thick cock. This mother fucker was beer can thick. He too wasted no time, crawling between Mitch's open legs, and rammed his fat cock in deep and hard. "OH FUCK!!" Yelled Mitch. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" That's all Mitch could spout as Tony ripped him open. Andre shoved his dirty cock in Mitch's mouth while Tony pounded him mercilessly. "Oh FUCK!!!!" Tony shouted as he added yet another load into the jock slut beneath him. "I'm definitely gonna be back for more of that hole!" He said, pulling out. More cum ran out of Mitch as he was unable to close his hole. Mitch cleaned his cock off as well. As their frat bros left, Andre said, "Expect a lot more cock Miller! See you at the house." As they left, Mitch just laid there, exhausted. I pushed his legs up so I could see his fucked open hole. Cum was oozing out. I planted my lips against it and sucked, hard, being rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I placed my mouth on Mitch's, and we kissed, sharing the loads from his ass. The rest of the night was less eventful. More men showed up, more cum pumped into Mitch's swollen ass. By the time we checked out, Mitch had 53 slashmarks.

Drew was very sexually frustrated as he'd a month to wait before he was going on PreP. He was getting more and more desirous of a good bareback fuck. He wanted to feel flesh on flesh: a dick pistoning in and out of him and the feeling of his dick forcing its way into a willing tight hole. He spent quite a bit of time perusing bareback sites to try to alleviate his feelings. He was on BBRT when he was propositioned by a well endowed guy to swap loads with him. He was sorely tempted, but the propositioner was poz not on meds so he realised how stupid it would be in his circumstance. Nevertheless the invitation remained lodged in his mind as his sexual frustration grew. The next day Drew thought it wouldn't matter replying to him since he'd be able to meet up after he'd gone on PreP. So he replied and told him about when and where he was able to meet up, believing it would be some time before the guy would get back to him anyway. To Drew's surprise he got a reply the next day suggesting they meet up at the local cruising spot the following Monday. Drew couldn't possibly agree to this and risk infection. However, he delayed replying straight away instead of just suggesting a date the following month when he'd then be on Prep. Drew found his desire for cock growing, he had a hunger to fuck. So instead of replying negatively, a couple of days later he replied that he was willing to meet up. Drew rationalised he would just be able to play around with him, not go the whole way. In the late afternoon of the Monday straight after work he popped over to a nearby pub to get some Dutch courage. He found himself both turned on and very scared of meeting up with this man, Nevertheless after a couple of pints he headed over to the rondez vous point. The guy was slightly older than he expected, but very presentable. They went into the woods together. Drew very much hoped it would involve just playing around but at the same time craved for much more. They found a sheltered spot and started stripping off, The man's cock was something to be envied. but at the sight of it, Drew's started to rise to the occasion. On seeing this the man came over and started sucking Drew's cock to its full manhood. Drew's worries started to evaporate. Drew was really enjoying some sexual action for the first time in a while and his dick sprung to attention, but he both feared and craved more. Having sucked Drew to a good 7 inches and primed with saliva, the man turned round and obviously wanted Drew to take him bareback. With only a moment's hesitation, because of the sexual tension building up, Drew obliged, rationalising that it wouldn't be too risky fucking him. As Drew ploughed the man forcefully, he noticed that they had attracted attention and another man was watching from the bushes. Since Drew didn't mind others enjoying watching him fucking, he made no protests and carried on. The tension built up and quicker than expected Drew blasted his load inside his arse. Drew thought it was only right to relieve the man's tension too. He thought he would give him a blow job and not swallow so he wouldn't take his toxic load into his body. So Drew bent over and started to suck the man's wonderful cock that soon responded to Drew's attention. Drew enjoyed giving him a blow job and the man responded by giving grunts of appreciation. The onlooker was also obviously enjoying the show as he wanked himself off furiously. Drew was giving him a long lasting intensive session that would shortly finish him off soon. But as Drew continued to enjoy sucking the man off, he found himself wanting his hole to be filed with cock. The man, too, had other designs on Drew. He passed Drew the new good poppers he'd brought with him. As Drew inhaled so his inhibitions relaxed and his desire for cock grew. Before Drew knew what was happening, the man had pulled his cock out of Drew's mouth, turned him round and was pressing his large cock against Drew's hole. Then with a thrust his bare cock was inside Drew. Drew continued to try to rationalise the situation and thought it would be fine to let the guy thrust in and out of him for the enjoyable feeling he was now experiencing, but would ask him to pull out rather than come inside him. But before Drew could say anything, after but a few thrusts, the effect of Drew's fellatio had had its effect on the man and he squirted his poz load up Drew's arse. Before Drew could properly react to the situation, a feeling of shock had come on him, the man had beckoned the onlooker over to join in. Whilst Drew looked on, he saw the cum-stained cock, just withdrawn from Drew, now being sucked by the onlooker. Drew decided to join in by sucking this newcomer's cock. It didn't take the onlooker long to get the man's cock back to full tumescence, at which point once again the man withdrew and returned to fuck Drew bareback a second time with his poz cock. Drew by this time was resigned to his situation, believing that getting a second toxic load would make no difference. The man now fucked more slowly and easily with the lubrication provided by his first ejaculation. Drew started to enjoy the feeling of bare cock thrusting in and out of him. It really turned him on and he slurped more appreciatively on the other man's cock. The sucking and fucking got more frenetic as they enjoyed each others' bodies. They all built up to a climax with the onlooker shooting his cum into Drew's mouth as another toxic load filled his arse. Drew's sexual cravings had been satisfied, not quite as he'd expected. He left the man now, amazingly still hard, forcing himself into the onlooker's arse. He like Drew had been playing with fire and were now burnt! Drew would not have to start on PreP after all.

Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** We accompanied Brian almost like bodyguards. Oliver held Brian by his nape, massaging the twink like an old buddy would, but in the end he was just giving him direction to our destination. Mark was feeling the boy’s ass up and looked at us, mimicking the word ‘slut’ But at the last corner, Brian took a sudden halt. “What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?” Morton asked. “I…. I don’t know…. maybe I should think about it” With an absent minded glance Brian looked around and didn’t fail to perceive the prominent bulges at the front of our jeans. “I am a bit scared….” “Hey, hey… I understand that. I mean if we do great things, we often have doubts… but come on, it must be your fate…. You are such a good guy, sharing your whole concept to better the world and the gay community….” I tried to distract Brian’s concerns. “Imagine… your face on the screen in erotic cinemas all over Europe… with your reference to the risk of unsafe sex…. and the Millions of gay teens who will look up to you and say: ‘I don’t want to become such a slut as Brian’” I continued. “But you guys seem to be so much ‘bigger’ than my boyfriend’s…. cock…. and I never had anyone else in my ass.” “That’s awesome… and shows again how precious you are, to share your body with our cocks. You see we have the same goal. We just want to get into you too…for ‘our’ project and the good cause.” My mates had to concentrate not to laugh out loud. “Look – the hotel is right across the street. Are you still on your mission to rescue the world, or do you bail out now? Brian straightened himself up and without any help started walking towards the hotel entrance. We fist-bumped each other with an evil grin and followed Brian closely. This hotel was renting out rooms per hour, if you know what I mean. At the reception we encouraged Brian to ask for a room. It made the whole thing so perverted, him asking about a place where we could corrupt him. My friends and I would share the rent for the couple of hours of course. Brian would be a cheap slut, abused in a cheap room. Once we’ve reached our space, Brian sat down on a couch immediately. Obviously he was still a bit tensed and feared to be near the bed. “Now… that we are here, we could talk about the procedure. Our clients in Europe have some clear ideas about the commercial.” I reopened the charade. Brian nodded to my suggestion. The other guys were sitting on the bed or standing nearby, simply pressing their lumps. It was me, taking the role of the director and so I told Brian we should start taking a few pictures of the crew. This had to be arranged and so I told the guys to stand in the middle of the room, right in front of the bed. The bed linen looked stained. On the mattress was not a sheet at all. Just the plain mattress and it was quite disgusting. There were several dried stains of cum and piss and who knows what stuff. Brian had to kneel in front of the tall guys, which made him look even smaller than he was. “You keep serious faces guys – and look down to our little hero. Brian, start smiling into the cam. That’s nice…very nice.” Being in such a kneeling position, the brat was surrounded by several big junks. Now I started with some close-ups of Brian’s angelic face, and this way the bulges next to him seemed even more impressive. “Move closer together guys. Let Brian touch your baskets now.” I ordered. No doubt, my friend’s cocks started tingling. “Do we really need this?” Brian sighed. “Of course – we need to send some pictures in. I thought everyone would know the business?” I barked. “Oh, sorry…. I guess I forgot” he replied timidly. “Don’t worry about it. Now reach out for the guys junk and massage them a little bit. That’s nice…. yeah…. show some respect to the guys and turn your head to the left now. Stick your tongue out and lick the bulge next to you. Perfect!” After this ordeal, we felt Brian’s extreme tension. Although he smiled at us, it looked more like a cramp to his face. On my sign we moved closer to the boy and started doing business - talk. The boy tried to get up, but he was pushed back to his knees several times by different hands. Because of us, he was totally surrounded by legs and crotches. In the meanwhile I ordered him to open our jeans one by one. Our belts and the highest button of the pants should remain closed. All the other buttons downwards should be opened. And if he was finished with that, he was allowed to fish our dicks out of opening. This way he could make the first contact to our POZ cocks. He didn’t have to suck us, just to free our cocks. At least this announcement calmed him down a bit. After he managed the tasks successfully, he stopped immediately his actions and waited for further instructions. His hands rested on his thighs, but he couldn’t stop gazing at the big, fat dicks that swung above his head. They were already leaking and some of the drops were hitting him on his face or head. The guys agreed to do some more of the group photos, but this time thick and long cocks were sticking out proudly close to Brian’s face. You could see the terror in his eyes rising when we asked him to jerk two cocks off slowly, while French-kissing the glans of the others. He was free to decide which one he wanted to lick, but we made sure, that his tongue had to touch every dick at least once. We told him, it had to be fair to all of us. In order to prepare his speech, he got 10 minutes time and then the recording would start. Brian wasn’t experienced enough and too excited and so we helped him, writing down some lines for him. When this was accomplished he got told to get into position and work on the guys. There he was, beautiful Brian kneeling in this cheap room and licking a glans, while jerking two others off, then he turned his head to the mobile cam and said: “Hello! My name is Brian and I am 18 years old. *smiles to the cam* This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS. *flickers his tongue against another penis, who is offered to his mouth* We want to show you today the kind of sex, which should be avoided if possible, because it is way too dangerous: Bareback Sex! *licks another dickhead* These friends of mine will help me to visualize the dangerous acts, which you should not practice in future. We are all negative. Please try to stay the same…. “ “CUT CUT CUT!” my voice boomed above Brian’s head. “I told you – if we want to reach the people, they need to think there is danger ahead. Get it in your head!” with that I grabbed some of his hair and shook his head, with every word I said. “But then the video tomorrow would make no sense, if the people think, you are all POZ and next day we shoot a video with condoms on…” Brian argued. “Listen… you are just at the receiving end. I got my orders from my bosses and know exactly what to do. Tomorrow we will solve the mystery to the audience and sending them the message – with condoms a fate like yours today, could have been avoided. Got it?” “Uhm… alright” the lad sniffed but his face expressed that he wasn’t really convinced. The problem was, now that he was here in this room with all these macho men, he wasn’t so brave and cocky anymore. “So… now from the beginning… and ACTION!” “Hello! My name is Brian and I am 18 years old. *doesn’t look so happy anymore* This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS and other sexual transmitted diseases. *I roll my eyes* *a friend of mine shoves almost his whole cock into the lad to shut him up* *Brian is visibly stressed and chokes on the invading dick* We will show you some sexual acts, which should be avoided if possible. Bareback Sex! *looks up to my mates and me* These friends of mine will help me to visualize those dangerous acts. I am negative and they are POZ. Please – do not try this at home…. and now…. Enjoy.” I raised the cam and all of us (except me – since I was filming the scene) could be seen, with naked upper bodies. We were all quite in good shape. Every one of us had a biohazard tattoo, resplendent on the left chest. When we started corrupting twinks, we all agreed this should be our distinctive trademark. It was fun, if a guy like Brian didn’t even know the meaning of the tattoo and probably admired the work of art. But it was even more fun if you are already fucking a boy and he recognizes the tattoo and gets frantic. It drives you over the edge, when the boy realizes he will get seeded by a POZ cock. We stopped the recording and applauded Brian. That was nicely done now. “Scorpion?” the twink asked shyly. “You wanted to tell me, how much I could earn here, doing this clip” Was it possible, that young Brian here was in some sort of financial distress? “Well our contract has three possible paragraphs about payment. The first one is – you will get paid for the actual clip. This ranges from 200 to 500 Dollars. Our bosses like to apply that paragraph because we work for several days mostly; everything else could be too expensive to the company. Then there is the second possibility to be paid for activity. The more you are willing to do, the more money you get. But this could take quite long, because the actor has the right to stop the production if he is feeling uneasy. Everything has to be repeated then – over and over again. You could earn between 500 and 800 Dollars at best per commercial. And the last option is almost never used, because our bosses would lose way too much money. So theoretically it could be chosen, but it is most unlikely.” “And what is that?” Brian asked. “Well – you get paid for received cum-shots. This means, if a guy shoots his cum up your ass, or down your throat or it simply splashes it on your skin, you get paid 900 Dollars per cumshot. The bad thing is – no interruption is allowed. No code word. No nothing.” “You are five guys. Will you all cum in me?” “Well – uhm, I guess so. In every scene several guys will replay the scene. This way we will get the best results, when editing the clip. So it is highly possible, that all five of us will fuck you sooner or later. “I mean… are you all going to get into my body at once?” he shivered. We laughed loudly. “You don’t have enough holes. But to be honest – we wouldn’t do that. We are working here on a serious project. This is not a cheap gangbang porn. It wouldn’t make sense to annihilate you. I guess three guys will work on your body. Four at most! Don’t forget – one or two guys will record the whole stuff all the time. It will be a blast, I can feel it!” “Think about it – sometimes it might really hurt you, because we have big cocks, but if you chose the second version, we would stop fucking you if you say the word. Our dicks would most likely stay in your hole until you say we could continue. I think this might be really cruel also and will hurt you even more. If you chose the third possibility, you will definitely feel the pain. But I promise you, if the pain is unbearable for you, just express yourself and we will fuck you even harder. This way, we will cum sooner and all the pain will stop eventually. It is your choice” with that I finished my specification. Brian was torn inside. It took him a couple of minutes to make his decision. “I would like to choose the third possibility…” he whispered back. In that very second he looked only at our cocks, hoping it wouldn’t hurt so much, but he should have looked into our cold eyes. We would show no mercy to him. We wanted to make it hurt as much as possible and to rip his ass open, while fucking our toxic cum into him. “This is a verbal contract then. If you break this contract our company is able to sue you for 500.000 Dollars.” I explained to him finally. There was an audible gulping. “That won’t happen. Just don’t be too hard on me. Remember your promise – it should be only an intimation of sex anyway. If all of you guys fuck me at least one time, I will get… erm… over three thousand Dollars I think.” We all grinned evilly. “That’s the right attitude. And if whores can open up their holes for 20 johns or more… hey, I bet you can beat that!” I grinned and ordered him to suck my throbbing dick for a minute. In the end the boy was nothing more than a filthy, fucking, stupid bitch. And before the night would end, he would be a filthy, fucking, stupid, POZZED bitch!

Safe Sex Only Advertisement (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** My friends and I met on a friday night in one of those gay leather bars. We knew each other for quite a while and were comfortable with us being positive through and through. It was for us quite a sport to convert innocent guys, but times are rough with all the prep around. And all of a sudden Brian ‘happened’. Brian was a cute blonde angelic twink, who had the goal to prevent other guys from practicing unsafe sex. The night he came to our table, he greeted us friendly and asked if we would enjoy the evening. Probably all of us got an instant hard-on. There he appeared, like an angel on the borderline to hell and we were sitting in the shadows, lurking for his innocence. Of course we asked him for which organization he volunteered. ‘None’ was his answer. That made us curious and so we started our conversation which led Brian to take a seat at our table and tell us about his story. After introducing ourselves we moved on. “So…. Brian. It is interesting to meet you. I mean such a young guy working on such an important subject is not so usual” Brian beamed and was willing to tell us about his reasons. “I didn’t come out to my parents yet. I mean… with 18 I just didn’t find the right moment to open up.” We nodded understandingly getting probably wet spots on our jeans from our leaking dicks already. “Then I met another guy on a chat. That was a year ago, but he used me only and since we had bareback sex I was very scared about HIV and stuff” he continued. “Understandable and so grown-up” “I see it as my duty to the gay community to warn them about the risks of getting stuff you know?” he blabbered. “Of course it is” we agreed wholeheartedly. I could see all my chaps were already in the hunting mode. It was our time to make the next move now and so I opened with a made-up story about an advertising company who was looking for male models, to star in an HIV commercial. He listened to my lies – in which we had found a twink-model, but that the guy turned out to be positive and since we would record dangerous scenes it was not justified to endanger our other active participants. We had to fire this guy and so the big deal was off and we would probably lose our jobs by the end of next week. “Why? I mean it is not your fault that your star was sick.” “But our bosses won’t care if we are guilty or not. They want to see results. It is a tough business…” we expressed with sad eyes. “Hey…. aaaaw… forget it” a pal of mine (Mark) interfered. “What is it?” the little angel wanted to know. “You would be ideal for the role of the innocent twink. You look young and would fit into age gap we want to reach with the advertisement” he explained. It was only one way he could react and that was with a polite rejection. “That’s too bad – see you could safe some of your twink friends with this add, instead of coming to bars or clubs. I bet people try to hit on you. You know what I mean? Your issue is so honorable and still there are so many guys out here who try to get into your pants. With this add it would be different you know? Yeah – they would see your cute face of course, but they would see the message behind it” Then he revealed his true problem. Since he wasn’t out of the closet, he was scared his parents or neighbors or probably his friends would see this. That was the reason he was scared about mostly. “Uhm… we work for an international advertising company with a european branch” and we explained to him, that this spot was only for the european market. We assured him, that it wouldn’t be shown in the US. “It won’t be even shown on the internet, only in certain cinemas in the opening credits, because of its open sexual content.” another friend of mine (Oliver) explained. “But we are dealing with a serious subject here” I added. “Guys… guys… our other models are gone too. The active studs – remember?” the third pal (Morton) mentioned. “Damn he is right… although, we could take the part. We are active and well hung and we are all negative” With that I assured him again we would be healthy and all over nine inches. “Our company would pay you and your time of course. The checks could be payable to you. All we need is your address and last name. We would handle the rest then. “Uhm… how much would I get…. if I am willing to participate in the educational spot” Brian asked and was obviously ashamed of bringing the subject of payment to the table. “Depends on how long we work on you and how much you are willing to do – we could explain that all to you, but only if you are actually interested” I told him. Of course he understood, that it would be a waste of time explaining all this, if he wouldn’t want to do it anyway and so he signaled to us, that he would love to a part in this advertisement. That was a great offer and after some exchange we welcomed him happily on our team. “What do I have to do?” he asked innocently. “Well – we need two days for this shoot. First we would film all the risky scenes, the bareback and stuff” we explained. “Bareback? No way! That is way too dangerous.” he revolted. We had to realize, that we didn’t have a young and good looking twink at our table, but also a stupid one and so it was necessary to get him back where he belonged. On our POZ cocks. “Actually our company requires an HIV and STD test every four weeks. You are the high risk factor here. You are young and attractive – it is highly possible, that you are sick already!” “No way – I had only one boyfriend and he was the only one getting into me without a condom. And since we broke up, I waited my share of time and made a test and it came out negative.” Brian answered. “See – and that is why, we are willing to take the risk with you, since we are totally positive about being healthy too” I confused him. “Do you guys have a studio?” he asked. The little brat caught us but Tim came to our rescue. “Our budget is big enough to rent a studio but our clients in europe want the spot as real as possible – so we wanted to start with some shoots here in the bar and then in a cheap hotel down the street. Only if it looks authentic, people will probably recognize the scheme and avoid this situation in future.” Brian nodded understandingly and mentioned that there are so many dangerous places around to be fucked up with HIV. “There are so many filthy toilets or guys get infected because the fuck around in a back seat of a car” he added. We agreed on that and discussed if we should do some sequels on the toilets but Morton argued against it. He brought us back to our client’s wishes (a lie: there was no client) and said it had to be a casual meeting between a boy slut and some POZ studs. “Too bad we only got our high definition mobile cams with us (a lie: we referred to the cams of our mobile phones). Our other gear is in our hotel and this is on the other side of the town. Those mobile cams are property of our company and they are really good” we fabricated but Brian believed every word we said by now. Almost like old friends we ordered him a beer and clinked glasses. He refused at first, since he didn’t like alcohol at all, but we convinced him to drink with us. In the end we had something to celebrate. He asked us to be kind to him. He had no experience with being an actor. “Of course – and remember it is all a reference to dangerous sex acts. We will penetrate you of course, but we are not shooting a porn movie or so. It will be still tasteful and show only the hint of risky behavior. If the scenes are too much hardcore after all, they will be edited anyways. So don’t worry about it.” We would explain every scene to him before shooting it. It was only important for him to know, that on the first night we would record the scheduled ‘unsafe’ scenes and on the other night we would do the ‘safe’ scenes and the contract between him and our fake company would be signed. The second night would never happen though. After another glass of whiskey, we decided it was time to set off. Brian was a little bit tipsy and as we left the bar, two of us helped Brian to walk straight. It was a funny sight. He looked so small and thin. His 5.4 foot and our over 6 foot tall bodies would make a nice contrast. I couldn’t wait to shoot my toxic load into his small and tight ass…

Craigslist ad was Chub for BBC. Pic of my ass I hope was alluring. Me in a jockstrap. Big, beefy, pale ass. Guy responds with body and dick pics, one of five or six responses. A couple flakes, and one pic exchange where I wasn't his type after all. Honest mistake, and good luck out there, buddy. So this guy responds, and he's got a good sized cock. It's pretty big in the photos, but 8 or 9 inches, can't tell and honestly, doesn't matter as long as it's owner is proud of what he has and what it can do. We exchanged emails and he said he could come over as soon as a friend picked up keys. Less than a half hour. Something like that, one of those things guys say when they intend to flake out. He seemed okay and into me during our meager exchange, so I said sure. Hit me up. I also thought the encounter may not happen because I asked for us to use condoms. I know that this makes part of the story unpopular, but I wouldn't be posting this story if things didn't go as I had asked. I love bare--always prefered. But I'm not a bathhouse guy. Not that there's anything wrong with that - I jerk off to those stories too and admire those dudes. Warriors. But I'm uh...shyer. I fantasize about having three guys loads in me at once, because I haven't even had two different guys' cum in me at once. And I'd love to make this fantasy come true. So, I asked if condoms were okay. I didn't want to tell him that if we hit it off, maybe we'd end up condom-free somewhere down the road, two or three encounters later. I dunno. I love raw. But my brain sometimes doesn't adjust to the possibility of doing it immediately. And I love those stories on this site. He texts me and said his friend obligation was complete. He didn't live far and I had given him the cross streets, so he texted me, "I know it's later than we said, but it's Friday night, so I know you're up. Give up that fat ass. I'm a block away. Address." I liked his attitude. 28 to my 50. Big dick and a no-fuck-around attitude. He showed up and I was pleased. He was too. I could tell as soon as he walked through the door, a knowing grin that was, "this is my type." I led him to the bedroom. Got him some water. We made a little small talk while we undressed. He was pleased, because this was the first time in a month a craigslist ad had worked out for him. He described three incidents going to someone's house who was a no show and, of course, disappeared from text or whatever communication. He shrugged it off, while I helped peel off his underwear. His cock was thickening and I thought to myself, "We might not use condoms." It was bigger than the photos, both of them, and it wasn't fully hard. I sucked and he loved it. It took me a minute or two to accommodate his whole cock in my throat, but I like to take my time getting there anyway. I like surprising the guy that, yeah, I can take more of this fat dick. More than that. Surprise! I can take another inch and a half more. His hands were on my head, pleasantly surprised and exclaiming, "Oh shit." I thought he was cumming, but he was just getting ready to push deeper. I sucked him this way, luxurious deep strokes and then 'holding position,' when his shaft was at its deepest. He loved this and so did I, getting him throat-slobberred. At one point, he pulled out, slowly, inch by huge inch and I realized it was probably 11 inches. Fat. In our brief emails, he never said, "I have an 11 inch cock." I wondered how many guys would flake out if he had volunteered that detail. But it was a fuck monster, and it was fat, and bloated, and at that same moment, we both knew it was time for him to be inside me. I think I knew at that moment, we wouldn't use condoms. They were sitting a few inches away. I crawled up on all fours and he liked what he saw. Growled without trying to be an ass about making sex noises. I get that chubby guys is not for everyone, but it was for him. He ate my ass, and when I pushed back and made my own growling, grunting fuck sounds, he pushed his tongue in further. I could hear his hand jacking his cock, because I had slathered him in my throat spit, so it was juicy as he jacked it. I thought about how big it was. He pushed the head into my crack with intention. I said, "What about condoms?" He pushed a little more and when he popped in, I think he was again, pleasantly surprised by how deep he got on the first push and I could take it. Not all the way, no. But more than six inches. I felt him keep going, and I knew he was talking me out of condoms, but not using words. He pushed deeper and then slowly pulled out, some longer strokes to let me know what I'd be missing if I insisted. I didn't insist. He fucked me more. Deeper. Slow, and then sometimes fast jabs so I knew to open up when he encouraged me to open up or he'd get his way jackhammering me. Either way. So, I opened to him. He pounded me good, and I felt him tense. Not "cum in four seconds" tense, but he had completed a few laps and had now worked up a good sweat. He really liked my ass and I felt like that 11 inch dick was maybe more. I dunno. I was ravaged. I said, "You're gonna cum in me, aren't you?" He said, "Yeah. I am." Maybe he had assumed he always would. He was probably used to men giving up their ass easily to him. Once I stopped asking questions of him, he could see that he would reach the goal line, he got more intense, excited to release himself in me, now that he had gotten the permission he may not have waited for anyway. He fucked harder, yelled, yelled again, and said, "Oh, shit," in a louder voice, followed by repeatedly saying, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" He dumped his load in me. Before he had even gotten soft, hadn't had time to pull out, he was pounding my ass again, so I talked dirty to him. Now that he had done it, why not? I described the creamy froth he was creating in my pink colon, fucking his own cum into me deeper, and how his sons would swim further than other men, because he was stronger. He loved this kind of talk, and it wasn't long before he dumped a second load in me. We took a break after that, lying around sweating, both of us, "wow-ing," and me kissing and licking his balls and saying, "thank you." He liked that, too. A lot of things I did were getting to him. Soon, he was inside me again. He didn't cum inside me that time. He jerked his whole body hard as he began to cum and his cock jumped out of me, spurting along my crack but he couldn't get his cock inside for the full cum. The fourth cum was inside me. I was admiring his still half-hard penis, sucking it, worshipping it with my lips, and that's how I swallowed the fifth load. Sixth load less than twenty minutes later. Took a shower before leaving. We walked to the front door, me talking about how crazy this was, and how did he know he was gonna breed me? He didn't answer, just said, "That was hot. We need to do this again soon." I talked dirty to him about how his sperm was inside me, would be all night, and he used my hand to show me he was hard again. I led him by the cock again to my bedroom and he fucked the sixth and seventh loads into me. I kept sucking his cock after he came to get all the drops of cum out, which turned him on even more, and so...I swallowed the eight load. He admitted he had never experienced anything like this before. He had dumped up to four loads in a guy, but this was a new record. I walked him to the door and we laughed about the craziness, how Craigslist had some incredibly frustrating experiences, but sometimes there was this, a connection that was so intense that incredible things happened. We've been texting all day. I bought a thong because he likes thongs. It's Saturday, around 8:30 pm. Central time when I'm writing this. Not sure when this will actually appear in the posts, but that's what time it is now. He's coming over in an hour.

I am saying this with my Moderator Voice. This STORY was posted in a FICTION section. There is no reason for you to interpret the voice in which the story was written as evidence this is a real life account. In fact, everything about the way this story is presented makes it clear it is fantasy. It is true that we moderate the areas where people tell true life stories more closely, but (again) this section is clearly labeled as fiction. If you find a post to be objectionable but acceptable within the rules of the forum, either express your objections calmly without making personal attacks or just stop reading. If you feel a post violates the rules, report it. Regardless, choosing to personally attack another member is not permitted. Yes, as of today HIV is incurable, but it's not the vile scourge it once was. HIV-positive persons who quickly begin and stay on meds will likely live as long as the rest of their lifestyle choices would indicate according to this study in The Lancet. Your scaremongering is not helpful to anyone with HIV.

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! For being in the forefront of this extraordinary movement of SEXUAL FREEDOMS. I personally find that whenever I bond with another SEXUALLY UNINHIBITED PARTNER/S like myself the ENDORPHINS ESCAPE around US forming a VORTEX of PURE ANIMAL LUSTS for US and those who join into our scenes. It's like flexing your SEXUAL MUSCLE'S. Let's enjoy each other's mind, body and spiritual bonds. You're always getting better. SPORT FUCKN is always better when these GLADIATORS get together. Sharing their skills without any inhibitions.

Went to my first Breeding Party last night. It was about a two hour drive for me, so left right after work. A friend hooked me up with the party host, who does these events a few times a year. He and I chatted online and finally on the phone before he invited me to join. Myself and two other guys, both around my age -- one cubbish, the other otterish. We showered and prepped in a nice bathroom in the basement. The host showed us the playroom, a decent space in a side room with 2 slings, some chains hanging down one wall, a fuck bench in a corner, and a bunch of toys and floggers. Quite the nice setup! We dressed and went upstairs again as the party was starting. When the party started, it was a casual cocktail hour and some light food. I drank, knowing what was coming, but didn't eat anything. There were 15 guys there, all seemed very cool and friendly. Ranged in age from early 30s through late 50s and maybe even a couple very fit guys in their 60s. After an hour or so, the host sneaked myself and the other 2 guys away and escorted us back to the basement and into the half-lit playroom. club music was thumping and the lighting was dim. We stripped, and were fitted with harnesses, a collar, and ball gag -- I was so fucking turned on at this point! The adorable otter was bent over the fuck bench, his wrists and ankles shackled in place. The cub and I were put in the slings, feet in loops and wrists placed in leather binders attached to the chains on either side of our heads. Then he slipped blinders on each of us. I got rock hard. Now the party I came for started. Other than the music, it was oddly quiet. The other partiers came into the room randomly, speaking very softly if at all. There was a buzz in the air, a tension. I felt hands exploring my body -- chest, ass, tugging on my cock, gripping my calves. I could hear the guys moving around, but couldn't see anything with the blinders on. Fingers started sliding along my hole, adding lube and slowly probing. I was relieved because, restrained and hanging with my ass out for everyone, I was nervous someone would wreck my hole with a hard thrust. Instead, my hole was being opened up slowly. I felt someone chill under my nose. "Inhale" someone said, pressing one of my nostrils closed. I smelled that sweet and stingy scent of poppers, and then that incredibly warm feeling washed over me. Then the fingers stiffened and probed deep, forcing my hole open. i groaned. I could hear the cub to my left moaning, and the rhythmic rattle of the sling's chains starting to sway. The fingers in my hole slipped out. I waited a moment, and then felt a hard pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, his cock was pushing into me. I wanted to let out a load "fuck yeah!" But the ball gag kept it to a deep moan. I realized it could only breath heavily through my nose, which limited the amount of air I could take in. It left me with this buzz due to the slight oxygen deprivation. At this point, all three of us were getting fucked. The tops were still quiet, so all you heard above the thrumming music were grunts, groans, skin slapping, and chains links clicking against one another. It was fucking amazing!!!!! I couldn't tell whose cock was in me, but I knew when the tops switched -- I could feel the difference in girth and length, as well as how they fucked. I couldn't do anything but take their cocks. I heard the otter moaning particularly loud for awhile, and could tell someone was going to town on his ass. I wasn't sure if it was the last guy who pounded my hole, or someone I had yet to feel. I think I got my answer about 10 minutes later; someone peppered me up again, and then a really large cock pushed inside. I groaned and wriggled in the sling. "You have nowhere to go, bitch," someone growled at me. He grabbed my harness and used it to drive the sling back and forth, impaling me on his cock. He fucked the hell oughta me. I grunted and groaned, and he kept thrusting. I was hoping he'd cum, just to end the assault on my hole. He finally stopped, sliding out and patting my ass as he stepped away. Did he cum? I was left hanging there for a few minutes, thankfully, because I needed to catch my breath. I heard the cub moaning really sharply, and I guessed my top was taking his third piece of ass. As they fucked next to me, another cock slid into my hole. This one was much easier to manage, and he pounded me pretty steady. After a few minutes, his thrusts got deeper and more deliberate. "FUuuuuuck!" I felt his body tense and pushed his cock all the way inside me, leaving it there while he hung over me a couple minutes. Then he was gone and I was listening to the otter and cub both get fucked. The energy in the room had changed and Icould hear the grunts that come with cumming. All three of us were being bred. I had another cock inside my ass, and this one didn't last long before seeding me. Gradually the room got quiet again, except for the music. I hung there another 10 minutes or so, my ass feeling wet. My jaw was sore from the ball gag. Occasionally someone would run his hands along my body, slap my ass, or finger my hole. I heard the otter's ass get slapped a couple times. Finally, our host said, "You boys wore them out!" Slowly we were unshackled and stood up, our balance off for a few moments while the blood rushed out of our heads. In the shower, the three of us chatted a bit about the various cooks. We all looked spent, but really fucking happy! Most of the tops had gone by the time we went back upstairs, still naked. We sat by the fireplace drinking wine, talking about the experience. The otter and I were cuddling. Eventually the cub took off, leaving us with the host and two of his friends -- a gray haired muscle bear and an older skinny guy with a shaved head. they had beautiful cocks, which were still hard. I figure they had Cialis or something. The otter and I had a nice little connection going, and exchanged a few warm kisses while cuddling. I went to the kitchen to refill my wine glass, and then hit the bathroom. When I came back, my otter was on all fours and our host was rubbing his hard on against his hole. The grading bear told me to get on all fours next to him. The poppers were already under his nose by the time I got into position, and our host was beginning to penetrate his ass. I inhaled deeply, once then again, and felt the bear pushing my hole open. Fuck it felt sooooo good! We fucked like that, moaning while being taken from behind. I know I asked him to breed me. He didn't answer, but his thrusts grew more deliberate and finally he started grunting and spamming behind me. Our host followed a minute or two later, spewing his seed inside my adorable otter. We crashed there for the night, the otter and I snuggling in the guest room. Today, I have his phone number and we've texted back and forth all day. My ass is sore, and I have no idea how many of the guys fucked me and who might have bred me, other than the greying bear at the end of the night. The whole experience was mind blowing!!!!!!

Queer, isn't it, that both Father and Son are Gay? Queerer still is that the two of them have sex, and at least one of them is POZ. Daddy recently discovered he had the Bug—thought it happened on a business trip. He was taking it quite well, but hadn't told his family yet, and hadn't started Meds. Ideal candidate for a Stealth Pozzer or what? He told me about it while we were chatting after I'd fucked him with my new PA. He was hot for it, and it was my obligation to oblige. It's funny he opened up to me in more ways than one, but shut up abruptly when Son got home. I'd screwed Junior before—but never at their house. Junior recognized me immediately; and, after he got over the initial shock of seeing me with good old Dad, got a glint of Lust in those baby blues. To avoid putting Junior in harm's way, Dad had abstained from screwing him of late. Be that as it may, a guy has to look out for his interests; and I had an agenda for both Dad and Son. I got the Kid's attention by playing with myself and massaging his and Daddy's privates as we talked. It wasn't long before the Little Slut went down on me. Meanwhile I licked and fingered Daddy's Piss Slit to get him oozing once again. Pretty soon the stage was set. I moved behind the Boy and started rimming his sweet Ass while he sucked Daddy off. The Kid seemed as anxious to try out my new PA as Daddy had. I worked my Shaft in him and really started plowing his Ass—really pounding him—till telltale blotches of Blood and Shit began to polka dot my Cock. Reluctantly I turned my attention back to Daddy-O again. As I fucked Dad, I aimed his Turgid Rod at Sonny's silken Cheeks. Dad didn't buy into it at first, bucked back a lot, and almost overpowered me as I fought to keep him sandwiched between his progeny and me. Suddenly he let out a gasp; his resistance dropped to nil; and he was screwing Junior of his own volition and free will. I could tell the way his Ass Muscles clenched around my Dick, Daddy-O was getting close. To cinch the deal I whispered in his ear, "Yeah, Daddy, fuck that Ass! You know some Dude is bound to POZ his Butt. Better if it cums from you. Same Strain… same Meds.... Here’s your chance to help your Boy. Seems like you'd be savin' him a lot of grief if you were to POZ his Ass." You could see a Battle Royale in progress between Prudence and his Dick, but Fucking and gettin' Fucked simultaneously will tip the scales every time. His Ass Muscles spasmed violently as a tidal wave of Toxin spewed up the Boy's NEG Cunt. Falling victim to his own concupiscence, Daddy-O collapsed beside his Son. Maybe he was sated, but I hadn't had my fill. I rammed my Rod back in the Kid, grinding Daddy's Noxious Venom into Sonny Boy's Ass Walls—until I, too, contributed my Jizm to the Brew. Meanwhile the oblivious Young Man shot his NEG Spooge all over Dad and me. We lay together contemplating the enormity of what we'd done. While there is nothing better than breeding a NEG Cunt, converting a POZ Stud to a GIFT GIVER is a laudable pursuit. Just the possibility that Daddy may have POZZED his Faggot Son makes me want to shoot.

So liking cock - that's nature. But what about liking LOTS of cock, craving it and craving it raw? Tops, bottoms, vers, do you think you were born to be a full time barebacker?

I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."

I was having a dry spell. Work was hectic and I simply couldn't arrange to get fucked in the tiny windows of time that I had available, but then I found a nice black guy on Grindr who had just turned 50 and visiting Hawaii. He was on Grindr and was walking distance to my place which is near Waikiki. When we got together we totally hit it off, and I was particularly pleased to connect with a guy who was about my age. His thick, but not too thick beautiful, long black cock initially gave me pause, as I thought my ass would have a hard time accommodating him, as my cunt usually tightens-up after awhile. He did me doggy and I clamped down on his dick, which must have been about seven and a half inches, but to my surprise I took it quite easily, which led me to wonder if all the dick I had taken in the past had permanently stretched and wrecked my hole. What ever the explanation for my ease in accommodating his cock, I power bottomed him, tightening and squeezing my hole, which lead him to flood my hole, silently. Afterwards we chatted a bit, and then I drove him back to his hotel, which I thought to be the gentlemanly thing to do. Especially as he had bred me so well. As I was driving back from Waikiki, I was contacted on Grindr by a black guy in his late 30s. We had been trying to connect for monthly but never could quite get to that point, mostly because he wanted anonymous play, but couldn't host, and my condo is secured, which made an anonymous entrance essentially impossible. This time, however, for whatever reason, he could host, he was totally horned-up, and asked me to come to his place where I was to step into his closet, facing the wall, my ass open to the world - and, perhaps most important to him, I was not to turn around, not to speak, nor to moan. In short, I was to be completely discreet. Naturally I accepted his invitation. Once in position in the closet, I could hear his neighbors through the wall. I had noticed in entering the apartment building, that most of the front doors in the building were, in an effort to mitigate the heavy Hawaiian humidity, open to the local trade winds. Definitely not a place to scream "Cum in my ass." I didn't see his dick but I felt it. It was huge, nine inches and quite thick. Fortunately I had poppers, so I took several hits. Not withstanding the load in my hole, to which I had added some lube, I knew it would be tough, and sure enough, I knew I was in trouble when sensed there simply wasn't enough lube. You know a guy's dick is huge if you get this feeling. But just then my host's dick must have met-up with the cum bank in my ass, causing the first guy's cum to lube the black guy's cock. Next I heard the beautiful squishy sound of raw dick in ass. The guy kept fucking and fucking. He had told me on Grindr that he had a quick cumdump scene in mind, but instead he gave me a prolonged raw fuck, deliberately, in fact, occasionally pausing while on the cusp of an orgasm, just to extend the session. Finally, however, he came, his load gushing deep into my hole. When he pulled out, both his load and that of the other guy plopped-out. I never learned whether or not he figured out that he was fucking in sloppy seconds. In any event, there's nothing like raw black dick. But then I'm a total pig for any raw dick.

Dude (jakegershep), you need to take a chill pill quickly. What part of "FANTASY" and "FICTION" do you not understand? Did you fail to read the description of this site or is your problem that you lack the ability to comprehend what you read? Since it is obvious that you can not deal with the subject of this web site, you might want to consider giving up your membership and join Disney's web site. Chainedboy, you keep writing your fantasies and fiction tales. I for one enjoyed your fiction story and look forward to either additional chapters or a new story from you.

I've been in the middle of a little drought when it comes to getting fucked, let alone fucked bareback. A couple of anonymous hook ups had left me somewhat paranoid, so I found myself shying away of cock - at least for a while. Last Monday, however, I was super horned up and bored at work, which led me to made the mistake of getting on A4A. Looking around I saw this married Bi guy with whom I had tried to hook up off and on for a while. I felt relatively comfortable with what I knew of his situation as we were in a similar point in life: we both wanted NSA sex, but also needed to be safe and discreet. For some reason, our schedules had never worked out, but low and behold, he messaged me saying he could get away that afternoon - if I was up for some fun. "When and where?" I asked. "I can't host," he replied, adding "but I know a secluded place we could do it outside." Now, outside sex wouldn't be my first choice, mostly as it is too easy to be caught, and if one is caught, what does one do? In addition, I honestly wanted a longer, deeper fucking than I thought outside would afford. I thought about his invitation for (about) half an hour, thinking especially about the thick cock in his pics, and how desperate I was to get fucked - how I desperately needed to get fucked. "Where?" I asked, "and when? I'm on my way," I typed. He named a state park about 45 minutes from my location. I was somewhat familiar with the part and knew his promise of a secluded area was true, so that gave me some confidence. His next text read "When you get here, park next to my car, open your door, drop to your knees and suck me, get me hard and wet. Spit will be your only lube." My cock was rock hard as I drive the 35 miles to the park. Part of my brain couldn't believe I was doing something so wanton, but I was, in fact, doing just that. Arriving at the park and the specific parking lot he had cited, I parked next to his vehicle. He was seated in the driver's seat, facing outwards, his thick, uncut cock standing at attention. Stepping out of my car, and, as instructed, dropped to my knees between our two cars, and began to worship his cock and head, occasionally deep throating him as well as licking his swollen balls. After about five minutes, he reached down under my arm pits, pulling me up, spun me around as he grunted "Get those pants down," as he tugged at my dress slacks. I did as directed, spat in my hand, wiped it on my hole and bent over my truck seat. As I fumbled to take a hit of poppers, he entered my hole in one swift probe, followed by another short withdraw and then he slammed deep until I felt his pubes against my taint. I hit my poppers hard, once, twice and a third time as he remarked my manhole was quite tight. We never exchanged a word about where he would blow his load, nor about his status. He simply fucked me deliberately, with purpose, clearly enjoying my hole as I enjoyed his cock. After several minutes of being steadily and powerfully fucked, I grunted "Breed my hole, guy." "You want this four day load in your guts, do you?" "Fuck yeah, fill me up, guy," I answered. Normally I can't feel a guy unload in me, but I most certainly felt his nut: one spurt, two spurts and then a long third. "Keep fuckin' me," I demanded, adding "I need to cum." He obliged and after a minute or two I shot my load all over my door jam, my knees weak as, to his delight, I turned around to suck clean his cock. "Thanks," he remarked as he pulled up his jeans, got into his car and pulled away. Not another word, nothing. I felt used and ashamed. I had just taken another load in my hole, exposed to the world, without any sense of the need to be discrete. Yet when I climbed in my truck and began driving out of the park, I reached around into my hole where I was able to scoop some cum which was oozing out, and using that cum as lube I rubbed another load out. I was sooooooo turned on. An hour later he texted me saying I could have his cock anytime I wanted. I'm supposed to meet him tomorrow, same place!

Part 4 As we headed out of town, Master allowed me to sit in the seat, buckled up for safety, but had me naked, my newly caged cock on full display. We drove in silence for a while. I wanted to ask some questions, but was smart enough to know better. Eventually Master spoke. " You are pleasing me very much so far boy. Only three small infractions so far. Not bad for a new slave. Your third infraction was at the shop when I had to tell you twice to get on your knees. You will learn to never hesitate when I give an order. I want you to know boy, I have no intention of inflicting permanent damage on you ever. I can be occasionally cruel, inflict pain, humiliate you, but you will never question or hesitate. You will only obey if you want to be my slave, or be punished or dismissed altogether." My heart sank at this tbought. "I am pleased that you've so far never questioned a load I've made you take. I told you last night I was clean and keep my boys clean. I've known all the men that have bred you very well. When I order you to take a strangers cock, it will be safe, but you will ALWAYS eat the load. A slave never wastes cum. Are we clear boy?" "Yes Sir." "Good. I have lived in this city for a long time. The leather community is really tight. We look out for each other like one gigantic family because even in the gay community, many look down on us. After this weekend, you will officially be part of the family, so don't disrespect it. Understand boy?" "Yes Sir. I never would shame or dishonour you." "Good boy, so you must have a question for me? Go ahead." I hesitated a moment before I asked. "Well Sir, you seem so amazing, but what happened to your other slaves?" "Good question boy. Various things. My last boy, well, he was going to college. I supported him in trade of being my 24/7 slave. His only responsibility beyond me was school. He achieved his Master's degree and moved on. It wasn't easy, but that's life. My slave before him decided after 4 months that it wasn't for him. So he broke it off. My slave before him had to leave to take care of his sick mother. He had served me for 3 years. You see boy, you're free to leave whenever you want. But as long as you stay, you will submit completely, obey every order, and always please me. I've dismissed slaves before because they had trouble with those 3 things." I just sat in silence while he conitinued. "Now, as part of your total obedience, I have no obligation to tell you where we're going. I tell you because you're new to this. We're going to see a couple thats held in VERY high esteem in the community. They have been together for years, are retired, quite well off and possess a very impressive dungeon. You will call them Master M and Master G, who has a beard. They have 3 slaves. Slave Alpha and Slave Beta have served them for many years. They are all your superiors. Slave Gamma, they call him Thing. He is probably the only slave around currently lower than you. I won't go into details about him now, you may not even see him. Thats all you need to know." We drove the rest of the way in silence. The trip took about an hour, and took us out to some very secluded properties. We pulled up to a large house that sat on several well wooded acres. As Master guided me out of the car, he snapped his fingers and I dropped to my hands and knees. He led me up to the front door and rang the bell. "Welcome Master F." One of the slaves said opening the door. "Good to see you. The Master's are already down stairs." We followed him to a door and a staircase. Master motioned me to stand and walked me down the stairs. I dropped to my hands and knees immediately at the bottom. Master guided me over to two older, but still hot men sitting in throne like chairs. "Present!" he ordered me. I instantly snapped into position. "Frank! How are you?" asked Master G, as the men stood and hugged. "So this is your new one? Not bad at all! You think he's a keeper?" "You bet I do! He's eager, a quick learner, and displays a real desire." I beamed with pride at Master's compliments. "He's taken 7 since last night, 2 from me, and eaten 2. He even took Big Ben. Of course he's tweaked as fuck, but..." The men all laughed at that. "And just 3 minor infractions." "Great!" said Master S. "Lets get him on the fuck bench and add another shard. Bill and Chris should be here any minute. I couldn't get a hold of Charlie." "Awesome!" Exclaimed Master. "That's at LEAST 4 more. Pretty impressive considering this has all been such short notice." "You know the guys Frank." Said Master G, when it comes to.breaking in a new slave, we do our best to pitch in. Sloppy seconds, thirds or more is one thing, but missing out on a slaves breaking in sucks!" The men laughed again as their slave led me to a bench and told me to climb aboard. I laid face down and was securely restrained and blindfolded. The plug was removed, a finger stuck in and the plug replaced. Something I was now well familiar with. Very shortly I heard more voices join in, greeting each other, congratulating Master on his new boy. Then I heard the discussion turn serious. "So Frank said he had 3 minor infractions." "Well he"s brand new." "It's still infractions. Teach them from the beginning." "True, if you let it slide, they don't learn." "So, 30 with the flogger?" "Sounds good. So who should do it?" "Well it's Franks boy, he sbould." The men grew silent and I shook. Then It hit me across the ass. I cried out in pain and shock. But there was no time to think. They came fast and hard. My ass felt like it was on fire. After about 10 or so, it felt less painful, almost pleasurable. As the last few hit me I was moaning, and my cock strained in it's cage. The pain turned me on and made me even hornier. The plug was pulled out of my ass and a mask filled with poppers was placed over my nose. A cock slammed deep and hard into my open hole and I let out a deep, gutteral moan. The next few hours were a complete blur. I was so high and had been fucked so much, I could barely tell what was happenening anymore. I'm pretty sure they would fuck me for a bit then switch cocks in my cunt. All I know is once the first Master slammed into me, I was fucked non-stop till everyone was satisfied. I could hear my ass make slurping sounds as it was pummeled relentlessly. I just relaxed and let the Master's pound my totally wet, loose slavehole. Not that I could have stopped them. Not that they would have cared. They were breaking in a new slave, and that's all that mattered to them. During this marathon fuck, I was presented with 3 different cocks to suck. The 2 house slaves, and I'm sure the other Master's brought a slave, unless I had to suck off Thing just to humiliate me. All I know is I gave all three the best suck job I could, since my mouth was the only hole I had any control over at this point. I couldn't even squeeze my ass muscles anymore. All I could do is let the Master's enjoy themselves as they busted wide open a new slave. Finally the last Master must have cum, because my hole was not immediately filled when the last cock pulled out, making a shlooping noise. The Master's examined my wrecked hole, commenting on what a pretty rosebud it was, especially with cum dripping out. I could see flashes going off as pictures were taken. I'm sure they had well documented the entire session. Then I felt a plug going in, securely locking all the Master's cum inside me. It was bigger than my previous plug, yet I could barely feel it at this point. Hell, I probably wouldn't even feel Big Ben at this point, I was so high and fucked wide open. I was worried my hole would never be normal again. One of the slaves untied me and removed the blindfold, helping me off the bench as Master ordered to present to the slaves and thank them, then the Masters. I assumed the position, thanking each slave for their cum. Then I crawled and presented to the Master's. Before I could speak Master said, "We're going to play a little game first, boy. You see, you took 5 more loads this afternoon, but I didn't fuck you. That means 1 Master came twice. You will open your mouth and each Master will put his cock in to.be.cleaned off. Then after you have given your thanks, you will try to guess which Master came twice. If you're wrong it's 15 lashes. Guess wrong twice, 30. 3 wrong, 60. Go." I opened my mouth and Master G put his cock in, which I quickly cleaned all the juices off of. Then the other 3 Masters followed. Then I thanked each Master for giving me their cum. "So boy, which Master?" my Master asked. I thought hard for a moment. Master's M. and G. were in their late 60's, probably harder for them to cum twice, but not impossible I supposed. Master's B and C looked to be in their late 30's, and obviously worked out. From here it was a wild guess. "Um....Master B, Sir?" I guessed. All the Master's expressed their disappointment because I had guessed right. They had wanted to see me abused more. "Well men, fairs, fair." said my Master. " But I DIDI tell him I could be cruel! You came twice Bill. You deserve a reward!" The Master's cheered. "60 free lashes! Boy, turn around and stick that ass in the air." I reluctantly obeyed but didn't dare hesitate and shame my Master. The flogging came swift and hard. But damn if it didn't make my cock hard again. I was really digging getting whipped! At about the 20th stroke I started to pleasurably moan. Each hit elicited a louder and louder response from me. By 40 I had instinctively raised my ass higher, saying yes after each fresh strike. By the time Master B. was done, I was begging him for more. The Master's laughed. "Looks like you've got a little pain pig on your hands Frank." laughed Master B. Guess you have to find another punishment. This is more of a reward. Look how much his cock leaked on the floor." "Yea, I guess so. Lick that up boy!" Master ordered. I licked up my cock juice and was taken upstairs. I was led to the car by another slave as the Master's said their goodbye's. As we drove away, Master asked me how my hole felt now that 10 different cocks had fucked me in less than 24 hours. "Honestly, I don't really feel it right now Sir. I mean, I can tell there is a bigger plug in it, but it doesn't hurt." "Oh it will boy, trust me. Your hole is in fine shape, there's been no blood. But once you come down from being high....it will be sore." Master laughed. "Remember when I told you I would fuck you so much this weekend you wouldn't be able to walk tues? You will note I never said it would only be my cock. I haven't fucked you yet today, and Travis our waiter hasn't fucked you yet. Theres 2 more this eve. And he possibly might find a couple more. And then we still have tomorrow boy. If I can't rustle up some tops tomorrow, then I will turn in my Leather Master card! You begged for this boy. You begged to be my slave. Are you still sure boy? Remember, I know a lot of people." "Bring it Sir! Please!" I smiled at him as I ground my welted ass into the seat, pushing the plug against my prostate while my tina dick strained in it's cage.

Part 3 "First things first." said Master. "Go into the bathroom boy. There are clippers on the counter, and razors and shaving cream in the cabinet. I want you hairless from the neck down. I'd help you, but it's tedious, and it's a slave's responsibility to keep himself hairless at all times. And I have other things to do. I give you EXACTLY 30 minutes from the moment you enter the bathroom. When you are done, you will find me and present yourself wearing your slave gear. First lesson. When you present yourself, you will kneel, legs spread, and hands clamped behind your head, head bowed." "Yes Sir!" I said jumping off the bed. Luckily I wasn't very hairy so it hopefully wouldn't take long. I grabbed the clippers and went to work. I worked as quickly as I could and was soon totally smooth. I replaced my slave items and ran to the living room, presenting myself as ordered. "33 minutes." said Master. "I gave you 30. This will be noted." "I'm sorry Sir!" I replied. "No boy. To apologize is to make an excuse. If you fail at a task and I tell you so, you simply reply "yes Sir."" "Yes Sir." I replied, disappointed that I had displeased him, even minorly. Master then felt my body all over, especially my ass, looking for any missed hair. "You did a good job boy, that pleases me. Now we will shower. You will follow me on you hands and knees. You will shower first. You have 2 minutes to thoroughly wash your body. Then I will step in and you will wash me. I'll instruct you how when I get in there. When we finish, there is 1 towel. You will thoroughly dry me off, then you may dry yourself. Eventually I'll teach you to shave me, but not today. Then we brush our teeth and get dressed. I have clothing items that I hope fit you. Understood?" "Yes Sir!" I replied and I followed him into the bathroom. The shower went smoothly and I crawled after him into the bedroom. Master started rummaging through the closet, pulling out various items. "What size waist are you boy?" "32 Sir." "Well damn it. My last two slaveboys were 30. These will be too small. Oh well, I was going shopping anyway. Your regular jeans will do till then. This will fit though." he said tossing me a leather harness. I put it on, loosening the buckles a little. Master put on jeans, a black tee shirt and a biker jacket and sat on the bed. "Fetch my boots boy and put them on for me. Then kiss each one. Then go put on your clothes except your tee shirt and present by the door." "Yes Sir!" I said, starting into the living room. "Hands and knees boy!" Master barked. "I didn't give you permission to walk!" I dropped to my knees instantly, angry again at myself for my error. I fetched Masters boots, put them on, kissed them, and crawled back to my clothes. I quickly dressed and presented at the door. Master attached a leash to my collar and said, "Stand up boy, lets go. You will follow behind me at all times." He led me a couple blocks to a local gay restaurant, where he of course knew everyone. "A new one Frank?" asked the waiter as he approached the table. "Yup. And it's his birthday too." Replied Master. "Just breaking him in as of last night. If your free after 6 we should be back by then if you want to help out." Back by then I thought to myself. Wonder where were going? But I knew better than to ask. "Nice." replied the waiter. "Always happy to help a friend out! I can probably round up at least a couple more if you like." My horny ass twitched on the plug hearing this. I never imagined a weekend like this in my life! "How many so far?" "6, two were mine. And Big Ben has already been in there." "Damn! You ARE breaking him in. Got him spun?" " Of course." Frank laughed. "And why do you think I brought him here? I knew you worked Sundays and I wanted you to see my new toy." I blushed a bit as the men talked about me like an object. But I had told Master I wanted to be his slave. "So we'll have 2 large OJ, fruit and scrambled eggs. You gotta force yourself to eat boy when you do tina, even though your not hungry." Master said as the waiter left. We ate our food, and I did have to force mine down, then went back to the apartment to wait till the leather store opened. I stripped as soon as I walked in the door, which made Master smile. He snapped and pointed to the sofa, and I sat on the floor while he retrieved something from the bedroom. He returned with the baggie and a glass pipe. "I'm going to teach you how to smoke it now boy. I won't show you because I never partake on Sundays cause of work. But you have an extra day, and you'll be happy I kept you high." Master loaded a big load and taught me how to do it. 8 big hits later and I felt ready to take on the world. "Get dressed and present at the door." was all Master said. I did, remembering to crawl this time. He led me out the door to his car, instructing me to sit on the floor. We drove to the leather/sex store and he led me inside. Of course it did not surprise me when he was greeted by name. "Hey Frank." said the old queen behind the counter. He recognized me as I frequently shopped there myself for poppers and lube and such. He flirted with me every time, but I'm sure he flirted with everyone, hoping for some action. But he was old, overweight, and generally not attractive. "A new one? About time someone caught this little tease!" "Nice catch Frank." said one of the other people working. He was a sexy bear. The third employee was his boy, a smaller, younger version of him. "What can we help you with?" asked the old queen, looking at me lasciviously. "Lets start with a chastity cage. Something for long term that can be hidden fairly easily." Replied Master. My heart leaped. Long term? Did I just bite off more than I can chew? But I said nothing. The twitching in my ass told me I wanted this. Why dont we take a couple options into the dressing room? We probably need some assistance." My heart beat faster as I realized the old queen was about to see my tiny tina dick. "Of course, gladly." Replied the old queen taking three devices out of the case. " This may take a bit." He said to the bear. The bear just smiled as we were led to the back dressing rooms. Once inside Master ordered me to drop my pants. I did, but slowly, feeling humiliated. "Tiny little dick, isn't it" Said the queen. "He's high as fuck right now. Breaking him in. It isn't always this small. How big is your cock when its hard boy?" "About 6 1/2 inches Sir." I replied meekly. "Well I think this one will be perfect. The cage is 3 inches long and easy to press down and hide. Comfortable to wear, but painful if he gets an erection. Shall I put it on him?" "By all means." Said Master. The old queen fondeled and manipilated my cock and balls, obviously enjoying it. Eventually it was all together, locked, and the key handed to Master. "I think I'll start with a week. If your a good boy, I might let you cum. Now, I think this man deserves a tip for his excellent service. On your knees boy!" I hesitated, looking at Master with disbelief. "You heard me, slave." I slowly sank to my knees, utterly humiliated that I was about to be made to suck off this gross man. Both men just leered down at me as I slowly unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. I pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal a dick that looked like mine right now. I had to duck under his belly to even get it in my mouth. I started sucking, at least he was clean, and it started to grow. At full hardness it was about 4 inches. It didn't even reach near my throat. I sucked him as best I could, hoping to get this over with. "I bet you never imagined you'd ever have my dick in your mouth, did you? You little slut." Sneered the queen. "Bet you thought you were too good to serve a man like me didn't you? Well your Master is proving otherwise. He'll teach you your place, you dirty little whore. Suck me bitch. Eat my cum!" I wanted to cry, I felt so degraded. But the strangest this was, my dick got hard a little bit. Being degraded and humiliated was turning me on more than I ever thought. The nastier the queen talked to me, the harder I sucked his cock. "That's right bitch. Suck it like the nasty little cock whore you are!" He demanded. "You are nothing but a dirty, slutty, nasty, cumdump. Take my cum you worthless bitch. Swallow it like the piece of trash you are! EAT IT BITCH!" He yelled at me as he flooded my mouth with a surprisingly large load. My cock got hard and strained against it's new cage as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into his groin, pumping his load into my mouth. When he finished, he pushed me off and said to Master, "Thank you for that." "And what do YOU say boy?" "Thank you Sir." I said, looking up at the queen. "Thank you for your cum." The old queen just laughed at me as he left the room. "Stay here boy." Master ordered me, leaving the room. Shortly he returned with the bear who was carrying a pair of leather shorts, the kind that zipped down the front and up the back. "Try these on boy." He said, handing them to me. They were a perfect fit. "So you said you're breaking him in?" asked the bear. "How many so far?" "Just 6 so far, and 2 are mine. But I've got him high as hell and horny as fuck. He'll be getting more today." "Excellent." said the bear, unzipping the back of my shorts. "Well of course I'm happy to contribute." The bear dropped his pants to reveal an almost already hard cock. " Hey boy!" he shouted. "Get in here!" The bear pulled the plug out of my ass as his boy entered the dressing room. " I've got a treat for you boy. We've got a brand new slave here getting broken in. I'm going to let him suck you off while I fuck him." The boy dropped his pants, revealing that he too was in chastity. "It's been a month for him this time, and he's been good. So what the hell. What's better than making a new slave suck off another slave?" The bear slid his cock into my hole as he handed his boy the key. The boy freed his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It didn't take long to get hard. I sucked it as hard as I could while the bear jackhammered my slavehole. Master just smiled watching me take two cocks for him for the first time. Not surprisingly the boy didn't take long to cum at all, soon filling my mouth with his copious load. I greedily swallowed it down. The bear fucked me hard and fast for probably 2 more minutes before he buried himself and pumped a fresh load into my increasingly slutty cumhole. "Clean my dick boy." he ordered his own slave. The boy sucked the cum and ass slime off his Master's cock, then locked his own back up. "I got him trained well." said the bear. "Thank you Sir's." I said. "Thank you for your cum." "Mines learning quick." said Master. "He's going to be good." We all pulled and zipped up our pants and left the dressing room. Master paid for his purchases, and as we left the old queen shouted, "Come back soon! We LOVE it when you bring your boys shopping with you." Master just laughed. We got in the car and started driving out of town.

Thanks to all the guys that enjoy my stories. I'm sorry I don't add chapters more quickly, and I haven't totally abandoned my other stories either. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated, but tonight I am, lol. Blown some clouds, shoved a nice shard up my ass followed by a nice sized plug, tied up my cock and balls real good, and clamped my nipples, got some good ole T.I.M.playing, (Christian and Ian Jay are probably my favourite cumdumps!)....so I'm ready to add a chapter or two! Part 2 Master went to the closet and started taking a few things out. "Do you trust me boy?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. Even though I had just met him, I was totally under his spell and would do ANYTHING to please him. "Good boy!" he smiled as he started hanging a sling onto his bed. As soon as it was up he had me climb in it and quickly had me secured. Then he took earplugs and inserted them into my ears. This was followed by a heavy leather mask with a mouth gag which he tightened around my head. In a matter of minutes I was imobile, unable to see, hear or speak. Master left the room for a while, I have no idea how long, time was irrelevant. Eventually I suddenly felt fingers pulling the plug out of my ass, leaving me temporarily empty. Then I felt fingers entering my hungry hole, quickly followed by that burning sensation again and I knew another shard had been shoved into me. This was followed by what I knew was a dildo. It wasn't super thick, but it was very long, and I moaned and writhed as I felt it go deep inside me, past my inner sphincter. Master pulled it in and out, pushing it further and further each time untill I swear it must have been in my stomach. I just moaned like a slut while my soft dick leaked and leaked. After probably 30 or so minutes of this, he pulled it out and replugged me. Then I was left alone for a while. The next thing I felt were fingers again pulling out the plug being quickly followed by something else being inserted. I knew it wasn't another dildo, it was a real cock. But I could tell it wasn't Master's cock, It was someone elses, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! But I also didn't care. It was a cock and my ass was hungry. Being high and deprived of my senses concentrated all my attention to my needy slave hole. And if Master wanted someone to fuck me, who was I to refuse? I just let go and enjoyed the fucking I was getting, using my ass muscles to give as much pleasure as I could, squeezing and sucking as hard as my horny fuckhole could. I must have been good because he didn't last too long before he buried himself and went ridged and I knew he was dumping his load into me. After my slave cunt sucked every last drop out of him, he pulled out, and I felt empty and sad. But then the plug was reinserted and I was left alone for a while. Eventually again fingers pulled the plug out and another cock entered me, again not Master's! It was bigger than the last one, but not as big as Master's. He fucked me for a long time, I have no idea how long, felt like an hour but couldn't have been. He found the exact spot on my prostate that caused me to moan the loudest and my dick to leak the most, and pounded it relentlessly. Over and over he hit the one spot untill I was screaming into the gag from uncontrollable pleasure. Eventually he shot his load deep in my guts, adding to Master's and the previous fucker. After he pulled out the plug was not replaced, instead another dick started fucking my increasingly sloppy hole. He was a little smaller than the last guy, so I had to work my ass muscles on him untill I milked his load out and into my guts. He pulled out and I could feel cum leaking out of my open hole. Then another cock immediately filled my greedy dumphole. This one took me by surprise. He was larger than Master, probably the largest cock I had taken in my life at that point, but it was hard to tell. All I knew is I howled as he buried himself balls deep in one mighty thrust. In spite of the drugs, and all the previous fucking, he stretched my hole and made it hurt. But I could nothing but take it, and take it I did! Someone held poppers under my nose and I desperately inhaled several times. Soon my head was spinning and my ass was loving the assault it was getting. And what an assault it was! This guy knew how to use his massive weapon. He'd alternate between long, slow strokes, burying himself as deep as he could, rotating his hips so he could really open me deep inside before pulling out and slamming back in as hard as he could, fucking me hard and fast for a few minutes before repeating the process. And he kept this up for a LONG time. I was given poppers several times during his fuck, keeping my ass loose and receptive to his abuse as he litterally fucked me into oblivion! I was seeing stars as every nerve exploded in the one place aware of pleasure, my busted open hole. I could barely stay conscious as he fucked me for an eternity before finally dumping what I'm sure was a huge load far into my bowels. After he pumped all he could into me he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies sticking together, and just breathed deep for a while before finally pulling his softening cock out of my now very official slave cumpdump hole. A plug was inserted and I could barely feel it as it past my overly stretched out asslips. Then I was alone again, left to contimplate everything that had transpired tonight. After a while, I felt hands at my head as Master removed the mask, then the earplugs as I slowly readjusted my senses. He pulled out the plug and said "Push boy. Push out the cum. I want to see it pour out of your beautiful rosebud." And I did as told, expelling all the cum I possibly could. Master held up a cup with the creamy brown liquid. There had to be at least an 1/8 of a cup of cum and ass juice. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open. Holding the glass over my mouth, he slowly poured the gooey contents into my mouth, scraping the sides of the glass with his finger and wiping it on my tongue, before closing my mouth. I didn't have to be told to swallow, I knew. Master then helped me out of the sling and onto the bed. After taking down the sling he laid down on the bed, holding his rock hard cock straight up. "Sit boy!" he commanded. I straddled his hips and placed his fat mushroom head against my sore lips and moaned as I slid all the way down him, settling my puffy hole against his rough pubes. "Work my cock boy!" he ordered. "Make me cum with that talented fuckhole!" I worked my wore out ass as hard as I could, trying to please him. "I was so proud of you tonight boy. You show the makings of a good slave. Those were four of my friends that used you tonight. I called several people and told them I had a new cumdump slave that needed breaking in. I called more, pity more couldn't have made it. Instead of 4 annonymous loads, you could have had 8 to 10. But one day. And thats my favourite part. You will never know who they were. But they all knew you! Now everytime you go out to a leatherbar, you will wonder just who there bred you without your knowledge. When I talk to my friends, you will always wonder, "Is it your cum that was dumped in me?" I moaned at this realization, knowing people I didn't know, that know me, now know I'm a slaveboy cumdump. My tina dick got a little hard at that thought. "And you were a lucky boy tonight. That last guy is one of the best tops in the city. I was surprised he was available. He's hit on you before, but you've turned him down. See what you've been missing? You can thank me boy. Say, "Thank you Master for allowing him to breed my slavecunt. Say it!" "Thank you Master! Thank you for allowing him to breed my slavecunt Sir" "Good boy. Now thank me for letting my other friends breed your piggy cumhole." "Thank you Sir for letting your friends breed my piggy cumhole" "Now boy," he said as he started pinching and twisting my nipples, causing my ass to go crazy on his cock, "tell me what a filthy little whore you really are. Tell me you REALLY want to be my slaveboy. Beg for it!" He placed poppers under my nose again, three hits on each side, then attacked my nipples with force. "SAY IT BITCH!!" "God yes Sir!" I shouted as my still hungry ass milked his cock as hard as it could. "Please let me be your boy, your slave, your cumdump. Use me for your pleasure Sir! I beg you! I've never wanted anything more! Make me your little piggy! I want it so bad!" I continued to plead and beg as his nipple work sent my already sex and drug fuled mine into overdrive. I spilled every dirty fantasy I ever had, promising him I would be the nastiest, dirtiest, piggiest, most depraved slave for him. I begged him to use me, train me, fuck me, loan me to his friends, rent me out if he wanted, I'd be a whore for him. The more I begged, the harder he tortured my nipples. The harder he tortured my nipples, the dirtier I got, begging for him to do the most disgusting to me that he wanted. Finally he let out a growl as he shot another load into my well used hole before pushing me off and plugging me up again. "Thank me for my cum boy. Every time you receive your Master's cum, or anyone else your ordered to, you will be thankful for it. Understood boy?" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "Thank you for your cum Sir!" "I can tell you're going to be a good slave." he smiled at me. "And look, the suns just coming up. We have two whole days of your birthday yet. And I have plenty of ideas!" I suddenly got a little bit nervous as to what I had REALLY gotten myself into.

My name is John, i'm 24, average height, slim build with soft brown hair and blue eyes, I'm not the best looking guy but I get my fair share of attention. i'd finished university in the summer, split up with my boyfriend and started my graduate job in a large business firm in the city. The company managed product development for major companies and brands so I was thrilled to get a place within such big company. My parents always told me to never turn down an opportunity that could take you somewhere. After working in the office for a few months I quickly got used to the fast pace, that started to creep into every part of my life. After working all week, putting in 50 hours, I was normally exhausted on a Friday night and would just head straight home and masturbate for as long as I could, it had been ages since I'd had sex, with work being so busy. That is however, until I got talked into going to a bar by one of my co-workers. He was married, unhappy about it, and constantly stressed in work. We went to a bar a couple of streets away from the office, It was dark and you would walk past it if you didn't know it was there. It wasn't the sort of place I imagined anyone in work would go to, least of all Mick. We sat at the bar and was served by an overly flirtatious girl, I rolled my eyes now realising why Mick came here; "Not your type then?" Mick asked me "She's certainly not anything I'm looking for." I said, realising i'd probably said too much. "Oh shit, I didn't realise you were gay, don't worry about it my nephew is gay, It doesn't bother me." "I...er... please don't tell anyone in work. It's hard enough being new without them knowing." I pleaded "John... relax, lets have a drink and i'll point you in the direction of the gay bars in the city, you need to try stop thinking about work all the time." We finished our drinks and after Mick had bitched about work and his family we headed out. He told me what train to get and explained where to go from there. I thanked him for the drink and told him I'd see him on Monday. Little did I know what was coming. I took the train to a part of the city I'd never been to before, walked the short distance and found a few bars with guys hanging around outside smoking. I walked into the bar with the least amount of guys hanging around outside, hopefully it meant the bar was quieter. I just wanted a couple of drinks and maybe a dance-floor fumble, I was still exhausted and hadn't prepared for any kind of sex, my pubes hadn't been trimmed for weeks and my ass wasn't clean. I grabbed a drink and found a stool at a table in the corner of a small but open bar and dance floor area. It was inoffensive and there was an okay selection of guys. Mostly in their 30's and upwards but I didn't mind a slightly mature guy. They tended to be less pushy. After nursing my drink for about 10 minutes or so a guy sat down across from me. He was in his late 40's, maybe. Good hair, perfect smile and from what I could see he kept himself in shape. It was his crisp white shirt that first caught my eye. "Hey, I'm Tom." It took me a minute to register what he said, I was lost in his bright blue eyes. "I'm John" I mumbled out, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. "Are you here by yourself?" He asked, breaking our gaze and looking around the room. Once I regained my composure I smiled at him. "I've just came from work and was just looking for a quick drink, I'm not looking for anything else tonight." "You're a bit presumptive kid" he said laughing "How about I buy you one more drink, and then once we've chatted a bit you can try turn down my sexual advances then" He smirked at me and his blue eyes narrowed in a dangerous way, he turned for the bar and I found myself just sitting there. I wasn't normally as direct with guys, but there was something about Tom that made me feel slightly scared, even if my cock was growing in my briefs. Tom came back with two drinks, he handed mine over and I took a few long sips, trying to avoid conversation. "Sorry it took a while, I bumped into a few friends at the bar.... so, I'm guessing you're not from around here?" "I just moved to the city after I graduated, I got a job in the city. A friend told me about here, tonight, I thought I'd come take a look, I've not been out much since I moved." I quickly finished the rest of my drink, completely embarrassed by how pathetic I sounded. We chatted for another half hour or so, my cock stayed hard the entire time. I told him about myself, where I grew up, what I studied, how I've only had one boyfriend at Uni and how I hadn't had sex since we split up. He just sat there the entire time staring into my eyes, I realised I hadn't asked him anything about himself. "Sorry Tom I've not even asked you anything about yourself." "Don't worry about me, I find you very interesting. How did you and your ex have sex?" I was surprised, I wasn't expecting such a blunt question, I guessed it was only fair after our conversation earlier. "Well...I'm versatile, but I mostly fucked him" I said timidly "You cum in his ass boy?" "I...eh...no, we only played safe, the condom broke once, but we stopped." I was surprised at myself for telling this stranger about me and my ex's sex life. "I'm sorry Tom, I really should be going home, thank you for the drink." I stood up and turned towards the door. Tom stood as quickly as I had. He was six foot, and his chest and arms looked very buff. I glanced at his crotch too and he had a nice bulge under his black suit trousers. "Wow kid, slow down, just asking you some friendly questions. If you insist on leaving, at least let me walk you back to the train station. It's easy to get a bit disorientated in this part of town." I let him walk me down the street towards the train station, the fresh air must have gone to my head, I was beginning to feel a bit dizzy and my vision was getting blurry. I felt Toms' arm around my waist holding me up, we turned a corner. I didn't remember walking this much when I first got off the train. "Whats happening...I don't feel right" I mumbled finding it harder to walk now. "Shhh...Not much farther, my car is park just over here. You must have had too much to drink...." Tom said with a wicked smile, although I couldn't see it. We walked a bit further and I heard the sound of a car door being opened, I felt myself being laid across the back seat, too limp to say no. While lying there with my eyes closed I could hear mumbled voices outside of the car, I think I heard Tom say; "I'm going to claim him first, I'll text you when he's ready"

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

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

I hit the baths Monday night and things were really dead. I counted a mere eight cars in the lot. I had the good fortune to find an old compadre lying in the Sling. He's POZ. In fact, he has full blown AIDS. What with the cost of Meds and the precariousness of his health, he only ventures out maybe once a month when he feels at his peak. He's extremely wasted and effeminate—a real mincing queen, but very gentle. I once observed him comfort a drunken boy who'd just been dumped by his Boyfriend. I watched as they embraced and he wiped his tears away. At that time I still didn't know his name, for all the years I'd seen him around. I guess that's true of many of my casual acquaintances. Most of the guys avoided him like the plague. They bitched and moaned about him almost to his face. Yet I never heard him rebuke any of those Screaming Queens. I know I wouldn't have been so kind. He climbed in the Sling—his Cock and lumpy Ass on display and up for grabs. I pictured myself kneeling down to lick his Hole, my Dick sliding in his Cunt. Yeah, I had a secret passion for the guy. How gladly would I have drunk his piss and eaten his shit to fuck his bony Ass. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. But not just yet. I didn't want an audience in case the guys freaked out (as I was pretty sure they would) and ostracized me as well a him. It was cowardice on my part, simply put. How I despised my wimpishness. I was drowning in my own timidity. Reluctantly acknowledging there was no white knight in shining armor cuming to ride his haggard Ass, he knotted his ragged towel about his meager waist and smiled at me and everyone as he pranced past. I decide to fraternize with the boys and listen to them bitch and moan about the dude. Cowed by my cravenness, I didn't say a word in his defense . Still I was beguiled by his she-male thing, the AIDS thing, the hole ball of wax. It made him seem so vulnerable and impotent—though impotent was hardly the proper term. But the character assassination never ceased, and it was not my part to remonstrate. Before checking out, I searched the Maze for him. He was lying on a leather bench. I wasn't sure if he were asleep or waiting for his paladin. I couldn't deny I admired the man. It took guts to cum here and put up with all the crap. I stopped and listened. I could hear the sibilant sing-song of his wizened nasal passages. Otherwise, it was deathly silent in the Maze. We were alone. What could it hurt? Why not? Despite the harangue, we were still two human beings in need. Before I knew it I was beside him on the bench. I ran my hand over his thin body, down his scrawny back, over his bony Ass, and onto his emaciated thighs and twiggy legs. His skin felt more infantile than masculine. In the darkened room. He squinted, "Hi." "I'm John." "I know. I'm James. I was getting vibes from you before." "Good or bad?" "The best." He drew up to kiss me. I pinned him down and frenched his teeth and gums—a warm, deep-throated, passionate exchange presaging things to cum. Our souls bared, our raw pent-up emotions boiled over. I went on auto pilot, as my years as a Top ensured. No, I was not ashamed I craved his disease-ridden, effeminate Gay Ass. We kissed. I tweaked his Nips. I sucked his spongy Dick till it grew tall and proud. I licked his hairy Balls, savoring even the random, cloying strays I extracted off my tongue. My hormones raged. I nudged him over so I could rim his Ass. I smelled the remnants of a recent bout of diarrhea and plunged on in. The Queer began to whimper which only served to whet my appetite. I rimmed him deeper, straining to please and compensate for all the undeserved ill-will. "I'd love to fuck you." "I'm full blown POZ." "I think I know what POZ is all about." It was then or never. "Might be better in my room. More privacy" I squeezed his knobby hand and pulled him to his feet. Fleetingly we kissed again before I led him up the stairs and down the hall, past the TV Room where the guys were prone to congregate. But, like I say, it was a quiet Monday night, and the TV set was off. No witness saw us traverse the halls, which was just as well—for I wasn't yet prepared to deal with the ostracism about to come my way. The vicious catcalls already reverberated in my ears. You that hard up? You have to fuck that Sicko Queen? I never once released his hand. It was like I was emboldened by his unassuming feminine mystique. I felt the certitude of one who's finally met his match, the paramour who was destined to become my live-in mate for the few years we had left.

It's great sharing that journey with someone who is interested in helping you expand your sexuality. That's what its all about. GREAT!

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males--hetero or homo or bi--are naturally driven to sex. It feels incredible and, more important, without that drive the species would die of. The urge is so strong that male preying mantis and black widow sacrifice their lives just for the chance to mate one time. The male drive to mate for sport and pleasure is strong and the Church has wrongheadedly suppressed it for some, 1,700 years,leading to the ideas of cheating and confusing love and sex as synonyms when they are not and, worst of all, making filling males with shame and guilt about their masculine sexual core. Instead of showing our cocks proudly and masturbating and having sport sex freely we are made to feel ashamed and pursue our natural instincts in private under a shroud of guilt denial for what we are doing. It's no accident that the largest consumers of porn, including gay porn, are the US states that make up the "Bible Belt" Being a male with a high partner count should be a source of pride--it is for me!-not shame. Embrace your inner beast and join me as a sexual athlete for the male sexual liberation.

Totally can relate. When I first started truly giving into my urges I’d go into a zone and for days I couldn’t get enough loads, guy after guy! Then when it was over I’d have a crash like I was coming off a type of high and feel guilty. I went through this for about a year before I truly accepted myself, my desires, my urges. After realizing this is how I’m wired, I’ve never looked back or felt guilty again! I’m a young cock loving, gloryhole sucking, cum guzzling, bareback cum dump whore! I say embrace who you are! Never feel guilty this is how you are wired, you were designed to spread your seed!

I can relate to that. For the most part I try to be sensible but now and again i have this period where I am so horny I cannot fight my urges. It's as though I have this force driving me to load as many asses as possible and honestly it feels like an out of body experience, as though my mind shut off and my body was in control. Afterwards I feel bad about my behaviour even though I know I'll do it again. I start to inhibit myself and keep myself from indulging in my desires but that craving is always in the back of my mind; when I say no to just going out there and being a total slut it feels as though I am fighting my true nature. There is something hard wired in me to want it raw and have as many guys as possible. I can't even imagine myself ever putting on a condom, it's a bit of a turn off now.

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Just loaded a hot tall bottom who already had 2 loads in him at my buddy's place!

just love family sex. had sex with my cousin when I was young. He is married now with kids. I still have the hots for him and his son. would love to poz them during some hot chem sex.

I like to swallow it, or have it all over my face. My favorite is spreading my ass and having someone piss in it. I also love smelling like piss and fantasize about walking around in public covered in piss.

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

Totally different... I know... Guess I am in a romantic mood.

So I have been in the middle of a little drought on getting fucked, let alone fucked bareback. I got super paranoid after a few anonymous hook ups and really just shied away of cock for a while. Last Monday, I was super horned up and bored at work. So i made the mistake of getting on A4A. Looking around I saw this married Bi guy who I had tried to hook up with on and off for a while, knowing that we were both in the same situation, needing to be safe, discreet and NSA. For some reason, our schedules never worked out. Low and behold, he messages me and says he can get away this afternoon if I could for some fun. Of course, I said "where and when". He says I can't host but I know a secluded place we could do it outside...eh, outside is not my favorite option, too easy to be spotted, if caught in that position what do you do and frankly I wanted a longer, deeper fucking than I thought outside could provide me. i waited about a half hour and begin thinking of that thick cock in the pics and how bad i wanted/needed fucked. I hit him back and said where....I am on my way. It was a state park about 45 mins from me, but as he promised it was a secluded area...he texted me and said..."when you get here, park next to my car, open your door, drop to your knees and suck me, get me hard and wet...as spit will be your only lube." my cock is rock hard as I drive the 35 miles, i can't believe I am doing this. I did as instructed and dropped to my knees and bean worshipping his thick uncut cock and head....deep throating him occasionally, and licking his swollen balls...after 5 mins, he reaches down under my arm pits and pulls me up and spins me around...get those pants down, as he tugged at my dress slacks. I did as directed, spat in my hand, wiped it on my hole and bent over my truck seat....while fumbling to get my poppers open he entered my hole in one swift probe...another short withdraw and then slammed deep until i felt his pubes against my taint. I hit my poppers hard, once, twice and a third time as he told me how tight my manhole was....we never discussed where he would cum nor status...he just fucked me deliberately, with purpose, he was loving my hole and I was loving that cock. I yelled at him "BREED MY HOLE", he says "you want this 4 day load in your guts do you?", I yelled "YES FILL ME UP". Normally i can't feel a guy unload in me, but i felt this nut, one spurt, two spurts and then a long 3rd ....I demanded he keep fuckin me as i needed to cum, he obliged and after a minute or 2 more i shot my load all over my door jam....My knees were weak as i turned around to suck him clean to his delight... He said thanks, pulled up his jeans and got in his car and pulled away....not another word, nothing. I felt used and ashamed...i had just taken another load in my hole, exposed outside with no discretion, and yet i climbed in my truck, raced down and scooped some cum from my hole for lube and rubbed another load out...I was sooooooo turned on. He texted me an hour later and said i could have his cock anytime...Supposed to meet him tomorrow, same place!

Part 12 The footsteps stopped just outside of the stall door. “Hola, perra” a voice said outside the door. The voice has a thick accent and the only man I knew in the company with a thick accent was the Mexican janitor. He was friendly with virtually everyone, especially the executives. The general rule for all the junior personnel was if one crossed the janitor then one had crossed every executive. “I heard there was a new whore in the company,” he said. I just moaned in delight. I lusted after this man, his tan skin, his dark hair and thick dark mustache. He always wore a blue overalls, which framed his ass. The zipper was never all the way up, as it was permanently about half way down his chest, which exposed the forest of wild dark hair which covered his chest. I had long before noticed he also sported a thick long tube which was positioned down his right leg. Each time I saw his tube my cock twitched and my hole puckered. “You know you wand Hector’s salchicha” he said. I could hear him unzipping the overalls outside the door. “Got a big load of crema for you,” he said as the stall door creaked open and he stepped inside. I could see his work boats behind me and the legs of his coveralls. I wanted to see that dark bush, that big tube, its foreskin and his sac, but he moved too quickly of me to see, instead without introduction, he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack, his foreskin moving back and forth over his cock head as he did so. I moaned loudly as I heard him removing his overalls, dropping them to the floor about his ankles. His legs were massive, muscular and very veiny. They were covered in thick dark hair as well. I wanted to turn around and lick them. I wanted to explore his furry body. If his legs were this hairy I could only imagine how hairy his ass was and his crack. He slowly started to squat down, giving me more of a view of those legs. His cock came into view and I about shot my load all over. It was thick, very thick. It was at least a good nine inches long and the foreskin covered its head, hanging past a good inch. His crotch was covered in a thick black bush that went from hip to hip. “That’s one disease filled cono!” he remarked. I watched his hand slowly stroke his cock, pulling back the foreskin, exposing his head hidden inside, then covering it back up. My cock was drooling pre-cum as I watched, and so was his, or at least I thought. “Got a nice case of the morning drip for you hole.” He abruptly stood, ramming his cock into my hole. I yelped as he slid into me balls-deep, his thick cock stretching my hole open. “Heard you received a load to day with the deadliest catch and another with the pox,” he cheerfully commented. “Yes I did.” “Now I am going to give you the drip.” He pumped his cock in and out of my hole, his pendulous balls swinging, his hands gripping my hips as he rammed into my hole. I suddenly hear the outer door open, the restroom was filled with someone whistling. I could hear someone's foot steps moving closer to the stall door, as the whistling likewise got louder. Then I heard the squeak of the stall door opening as a voice I didn't recognize asked “Mind if I join you, Hector?” “Feel free. His hole at the other end is open.” The new man made his way between us and the divider. Once at the front, he stepped over the nasty old toilet, bringing his crotch right in front of my face. His hands, which were covered with white fur, slowly worked the zipper of his dress pants. I could hear the zipper sliding down and as he opened his fly, at which point I glimpsed some additional white hair. He reached inside and pulled his cock and balls out. Surrounded by the white, his cock began to twitch and grow, slowly it expanded to double the size it was soft, then it was almost triple in size. He lifted his cock and pointed it at my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth and slide my lips over his cock head. He let out moan as my lips slid slowly down his shaft. I took a deep breathe through my nose and slid all the way down, pushing my nose in my side his zipper and into the wiry white crotch hairs. He grabbed the back of my head and pumped a couple times, letting me know he was in control, steadily fucking my ass with his big uncut cock. The skin moving as it slid in and out of my hole, felt amazing causing me to squeeze his cock with my hole. My hole was slick from the two loads that were in my ass. I wondered if I should tell Hector he was plowing his cock through cum with HIV and Syphilis. I was moving my mouth up and down the mature man’s cock. I could feel the spit coating it and then collecting at his balls. It soon was running down the man’s sac. He wasn’t much of a leaker of dick slime, but I was still enjoying his cock. Hector started to speed up his thrusts in and out of my hole, his cock thickening and hardening. “Hector’s about to load up that hole” the mature man announced. “Big load is churning in my balls, Señor!” I could feel his balls still swinging as he thrust in and out, my cock jumping as he slammed into me, slapping my stomach. I clamped down on his hole, squeezing my hole on his cock. “Oh shit, here it comes,” he yelled, slamming into my ass hard and deep, grunting and shaking as he emptied his balls into my hole. I could actually feel his legs shaking and rubbing against mine. In fact he held onto my body for dear life when, near the end of his orgasm, his legs started to buckle out of exhaustion. But all good things needed to end, so I wasn't surprised when, after he withdrew, Hector quickly pulled up his coveralls and headed out. “Have work to do, Sir, thank you for the little break.” “Anytime Hector, we wouldn’t run without you,” the mature man said. After Hector left through the outer restroom door, the mature man pulled his hard cock from my mouth. He slid down and sat on the toilet as he announced “Now that we are alone, my boy,” he said, “I want to have a little talk with you.”

Over the last week, I've dropped at least one load a day at the gloryholes near where I work. I think there's only been one that hasn't been in the ass: if I recall correctly, there was one really talented cocksucker who worked one out with his throat. For me, the hottest one so far this week was a mid-thirties guy -- suit, wedding band, nervous as hell -- who started sucking my dick at the gloryhole. About eight strokes in, he pulled off and asked to come into my booth. He kept talking about how he couldn't take too long because he was meeting his wife at Black Bear for dinner, but that didn't stop him from taking off (and folding!) his slacks, then kneeling so he could start sucking me again. I leaned over his shoulder and started rubbing his ass and he started moaning. I got my finger wet and started working it into his ass, and christ was he tight. He kept going between *moan* and "maybe we shouldn't ... god that feels good" and pushing against my hand. Honestly, it didn't take much persuasion to get him standing and me rubbing my dick along his crack and bumping his hole with the head. I finally slicked up my dick with spit and held it at his hole, and he kept saying "I shouldn't" the whole time he fucked himself down to my balls. Christ, he was even tighter around my cock, and he had these shivers that kept running up and down his sides when I started pumping. I alternated between slow and fast thrusts, and he came without touching himself about two minutes into it. I just held him while he shook, and stroked him until he started getting hard again, then went back to fucking him. I blew two loads in his ass before he looked shocked, pulled off, and asked if I'd come in him. He freaked when I told him I had, and started babbling about his wife and how he was going to dribble come in his suit pants, and then asked me what my status was. At one and the same time, I felt sorry for his wife, but I was a little exasperated at his reaction. Dude, if you're not ready to be a cumhole, don't put your ass on my cock.

The biggest I had take so far was over 10" and almost thick as a beer can. It was around 2002. The guy was working at a bathhouse I went. There was maybe one or two more guys that night, real slow night. So I'm exploring around the place, new to me, and I see this black guy, mopping the floor, looking over, every time I walk by and adjusting his shorts and displaying a huge erection. I kept walking around and went to the tv area and sit down to watch it and to see if he was still following me. 5 min after, I felt some thing heavy resting on my right shoulder, when I turn my head, my lips and my eyes meet with this humongous beautiful cock. He smile and U of course open my mouth and started licking and sucking the head. He ask if I would be able to handle it and that he was getting off work at midnight. He told me to wait down the corner for him. At midnight I follow him to his apartment. He told me that I was going to need a beer and poppers to take him. He brought me a 40 and told me to get naked and drink it while he showers. He got naked infront of me, teasing me, swinging around his hard cock. When he came out of the shower, he feed me that big cock. I did my best to suck him. Then he smear some Vaseline on my ass, lift my legs high and start opening my ass with his big head. It hurt like he'll, but I was up for the challenge, he was gentle but determined to go balls deep in me. He fucked me for hours. Sorry for the long story

Dad’s Basement Part Thirty-Two I stood there waiting for Dad to reveal more about Dax. The two of them were standing close, just looking at one another. “Tell him, Drew,” Dax said. “Matt, Dax is your Grandfather, he's your mother’s dad” my Dad said to me. After everything I had learned about Dad since going in the basement, what I had experienced, this really didn't come as much of a shock to me. “Is Dax, or um, Grandpa poz as well” I asked. “Yes son,” Dad said. “Matt, your Dad and I had a physical relationship when he was married to your mom” Dax said. “Fuck buddies” I said. “Yes, you could say that,” Dad said. “Your Dad accidentally infected me,” Dax said, “and it changed my life for the better” “Wow!” I said. “So son, the strain that runs my veins, runs through yours and your Grandfather” Dad said. “One big poz family” I said. “In two weeks we are going to met Dax and make a little magic together” Dad said. I was intrigued, what the hell did that mean. “What are we going to do?” I asked “You will see” Dad said. “Just so you know, Matt, your gang bang film is the hottest thing I've seen” Dax said. “Yeah son you should be in pictures” Two weeks. The if the wait doesn't kill me, the anticipation will.

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.

Great advice, I'm in the same boat. I've a lot of anxieties and I'm so jealous reading what slutty bottoms get up to. One day I'll get past it hopefully

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

How'd you turn poz so fast just six weeks off PrEP? Are you kicking yourself or was it planned?

<<Note: Sorry if the mention of straight sex earlier offended anyone. Just trying to set the scene of Kane as being a hot blooded straight bloke. Trust me from here soon in it's just a downward spiral for him>> "Mate come on, you've got to get over her, its been like a week already and you're still kicking about like she was the one" I said trying to lift Kane's spirits. "I have no idea what happened though, like it was all fine and banging and then she just cuts me out totally, she blocked me everywhere and I chatted to some of her mates, and they just said I was a sick perv and should just eat all the nasty ass pussy I want... I have no idea whats going on!" Kane slumped into the sofa head in his hands "If I could just talk to her or something, find out whats happened, what I've done wrong" he softly sobbed into his hands, while I tried to hide my growing boner. What a fucking chump. What was going on was a video of you eating some old fat hairy arse had been sent to her, with you loading banging on about what a tasty pussy it was. She knew you for the sick pig you were and now all her friends did too. I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "Come on now Kane, look I know this has been rough but lets go out tonight yeah, its Friday, we need this, fuck her and lets go get you some action." "Nah mate, I don't want some chick, I want her back" "Alright then, no straight clubs then, me you on the lash at some of the best bars and clubs in town, hows that sound? Tell you what first shots are on me". ... A few hours later and a fair few pints in, me and Kane were in our third pub. Kane was nice and merry lapping up the attention from all the lads. Wearing his skin tight white shirt and those ridiculous jeans of his, he was looking ripped as shit and a little bottom boys dream. "Come on mate all this pub shit is getting boring now" I shouted over the din of the bar to him "How about we head somewhere where we can dance a bit, get loosen up?" "Yeah yeah yeah ok cool man lets go" slurred Kane. It was unbelievable that this big lad was such a light weight. I mean sure I had been spilling most of pints and dosing his, but come on. You'd expect him to be able to handle a few at least. Thankfully I hadn't taken him over the edge yet and he was capable of walking, so we staggered out together, and walked towards my favourite dirty club; Abattoir. So called because fresh meat got slaughtered in there. As I took Kane to the front entrance the security guard stopped us, gave me a look and smile of recognition and eyed up Kane. "Right come here mate, lets have a look at you, how much have you had to drink so far?" I feigned concern and spoke up "He's cool man he's cool we've just had a few beers thats all" "so you say, but he's looking pretty wasted and I need to check him over" Kane got pushed against the wall and told to keep his hands up while he got patted down. Facing the wall he missed the security guard turn to me and wink as he got behind Kane and thrust his crotch up against the pigs boys ass. He worked his hands up kanes abs and chest patting over the t-shirt, clearly groping around. A few more regulars were turning up and began to enjoy the show. "This isn't working mate, right turn round I'm going to need to lift up your shirt and see if you are concealing anything" and with that quick as a flash he span the inebriated Kane around and whipped his shirt up over his chest and half way up his arms keeping his face concealed and his arms restrained. "What, what the fuck?!" Kane muffled under his t-shirt. "Kane don't worry mate I'm here, just let him search you its cool" I said as I came closer and took hold of his arms. The building crowd came closer and watched as the security guard began gliding his hands up and down the defined abs, working up the chest and tweaking Kane's nipples, squeezing them gently watching them puckering up as the attention grew. The security guard then slide his hands down towards Kanes jeans and pretended to try and get his fingers into the waistband. "Nah these are way too tight on your waist. Bear with me" and he undid the buttons on the jeans and pulled them down revealing Kanes tight little briefs to a whistle of admiration from the crowd. The restricted air from having his face covered under his t-shirt was making Kane hot and disoriented making him even more susceptible to the security guard as he put a show on for the crowd of punters. He groped Kanes package and gave it a good squeeze feeling those balls. "Nope not much in there" he smirked, initiating a little mirth from the crowd. "Right put him over the table I need to check his ass now" So I dragged Kane towards the table using his restrained arms to pull them forward over, getting Kane legs spread open, laying flat on the reception. The security guard had a grope of my pigs ass before announcing that he'd need some help and got some of the other punters to stand either side and each hold a cheek and pull apart. Taking a pen knife out of his uniform he then cut a nice hole down the middle of Kanes pants and tore them down the middle. Those holdings hands now pulled the pants ripping them more exposing Kanes smooth pig hole to any and all watching the scene unfold. "Right lets do a quick search in here" Said the security guard as he took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, licked a finger and gave it a good dunk. Unceremoniously he pushed his finger knuckle deep into Kane in one go making him shout out in shock. Luckily I was pretty strong and he was pretty wasted, otherwise I'm sure he would have bolted. "Sorry mate, sorry. My bad, let me lube my finger up again" said the security guard as he slowly dragged his finger out, let one of the punters suck it clean, before dipping it back into the white powder and this time, slowly pushed his finger back inside, taking the time to circle round and round. 'Fuck man this hurts, is this right, I mean is this right?" Kane moaned underneath me as I held him tight. "Don't worry man, its cause you're new" I reassured him "It'll be over soon and you'll gonna love this place when we are in" The security guard pulled his finger out and held it up to the light. A nice pink splooge coated his finger clearly generated by his sharp dirty nail that he'd just be dragged around my pigs ass walls. "You're fine to go, sorry about that mate, you know its got to be done. You looked the druggy type what with your size and all" said the security guard as he bent down to pull Kanes jeans back up, but not before taking a quick second to jab the knife into the back of the jeans and cut a matching hole open. Jeans back up and buttoned, we got Kane up off the table and pulled his t-shirt back down. Red faced and wide eyed, the two booty bumps were clearly having an effect as Kane looked confused and spaced out, I turned him round and guided him towards the club entrance and the loud music. Opening the doors the smells and sounds of dirty raw fucking hit me. I was home. "Come on Kane lets go get a drink" I said taking him slowly inside as the gathering crowd at the door followed us through all intently watching the split in my pigs jeans ripping slightly further with each forward step.

Some 45 years ago, I started hanging with an older viet nam vet that was pretty fucked up from the war, and all the weed he smoked. The weed is how we started hanging out, he was my source. We were in So. Cal. and back way before the internet. We did have the L.A. Free Press. That is where one could place personal ads, including M4M. I dropped in on my buddy unannounced and he was smoking and playing with some other dude. I was invited in and the guest ended up fucking me while my buddy watched, and my buddy really liked it. Wasn't too long before he was placing ads in the "Freep" as it was called, looking for other men to fuck me. Never knew what I was getting, but I always enjoyed it.

Jesse’s Deepest Desires - As told by Brandon Sunday morning alone. Ben had gone out to have brunch with some straight friends from work that I did not particularly care for so I had elected to stay home. Sitting on the porch in my speedo drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper was far more relaxing than dealing with a table full of noisy females, particularly when the Mimosas and Bloody Marys kicked in. The doorbell rang. Was a visitation by the Jehovah’s Witnesses or was this going to be a repeat of yesterday? At first I was not going to open the door suspecting the former, by my curiosity (and lust) got the better of me. Glancing through the side window I saw it was one person, so I was not going to get the Watchtower thrust in my face. I opened the door to find a very flustered Jesse. After that first evening we had had them over we had not maintained anything more than very casual contact with Paul and Jesse as they seemed too uptight for us. Certainly I would not expect that Jesse would turn to me in a time of crisis. “Can I come in? I need to talk. I didn’t see Ben’s car. Are you alone?” I noticed that he was holding a DVD with a post it note stuck on the front. “Yeah. Ben’s gone to brunch with a bunch of the females from his work. He’ll be away for a few hours. Come in. It looks like you need to talk.” I had forgotten how hot Jesse was. He was wearing a tight tank top and skintight faded jeans that displayed his physique to perfection and emphasized his ample bulge. I closed the door behind him and led him through to the couch. “OK, sit down and tell me what’s on your mind.” He looked anxious and confused. “I don’t know where to start.” He paused. Because this involves us and I think it involves you guys as well.” What did he know or suspect? That Ben or I or both of us separately had had sex with Paul? Or something else. “Paul’s out for the day visiting family and I was having a quiet day enjoying myself. I needed to do some laundry before he came home and I found this lying on the dryer”. (Note: Our condos have the washer/dryer in an annex next to the second bathroom. He didn’t leave it in communal space!) He held up the DVD for me so I could read the note. The movie was “Raw Cheating Lovers” and the note read. “Watch this one first. Time for you to get ideas on how to get some dick and ass. If you want a repeat, you know where to find me. B.” I recognized Ben’s scrawl immediately. Careless of him to initial it. Jesse waited a moment for it to all sink in. “I saw this DVD next to the TV when you guys had us over for drinks. I watched some of it after I found it and it pretty much fits the description on the box.” He turned the box around and read from the blurb. “When you are cheating on your boyfriend you want it all. Raw, no protection and taking loads.” He paused, and looked intently at me to see my reaction. I just looked at his beautiful face and full lips and said nothing. Jesse was obviously waiting for me to say something but I remained silent. “Brandon, do you think that Paul is cheating on me, with Ben and maybe other guys?” Now I had to say something. “Depends on how you define cheating. Ben cannot cheat on me because we allow each other to have sex on the side.” I stayed away from saying anything about him and Paul. “This movie stresses bareback cheating and load taking. I don’t know if Paul is fucking around, but if he is I am sure he would be using condoms.” He paused. “I mean, he would, wouldn’t he?” I could see the fear and panic in his eyes as he spoke. “Guys don’t always know their status and sometimes don’t tell you or lie about it.” He looked straight at me. “Would you be ok with Ben taking loads from poz guys with all the risks that it entails?” I grinned at him and then gave him a hug. He did not pull away. I had realized by this point there was no way I was going to get my bare dick in his tight ass so I may as well say it the way it is. “Sure, I would hate for Ben to have to reduce his pleasure by forcing him to use condoms. When we fuck around its always raw. Bareback only for both of us.” I hugged him a little tighter expecting him to pull away in disgust but he put his arms around me and pushed his crotch against mine. I could feel he was starting to get hard. To my surprise his planted his luscious lips on mine and immediately started deep kissing. This was getting interesting. I had admitted to him that Ben and I fucked around bare, and I had not said anything about status and now he was all over me with a hunger that needed to be fed. After a minute or two of frenzied kissing, we were both rock hard. He pulled away from me to say something. “I go top or bottom I don’t care. But I want you to fuck me bareback and cum in my ass. Please. I need it so bad.” That was an amazing transformation. Here he was, begging for raw sex only a few minutes after he walked in the front door traumatized by the thought that his boyfriend was cheating on him bareback. He never bother to ask me about my status. I didn’t care about his. If he was negative I was going to breed him anyway. He was going to get a toxic load the same as Paul had. “Fuck Yeah! I’ve been wanting to fuck your tight butt since the first time I saw it.” He grinned at me and put his hand on the fat bulge in my speedo, which by now had swelled to almost its full size and was filling the swimsuit almost to the left side seam. “I’m going to enjoy this. You’re quite a bit bigger than Paul.” I groped his crotch in return. “Yeah, and I’m going to enjoy this when you return the favor.” I turned him around and with my crotch against his ass crack steered him to the bedroom. We rolled around on the bed for a moment kissing and touching until we both needed to take it further. He lay on his back on the bed and I unbuckled his belt, undid the waist button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. As his bulging underwear came into view I became immediately aware of a strong smell of stale piss. I suddenly thought of Brad and Brent at the orgy and how much of a turn on their piss play had been. As the smell of his crotch hit his nose Jesse gasped. “Oh fuck. I forgot to shower. I was in such a hurry to get dressed and I wasn’t expecting this.” I answered his fears by pulling down the front of his briefs and taking his fat mushroom head in my mouth, reveling in the musky pheromones and the salty taste of his dick and pre-cum. As he realized that I was not going to reject him he relaxed and enjoyed the blowjob. As I wanted to get to his balls I pulled down his jeans and underwear. I then realized where I had seen him before. He had an unmistakable cartoon devil tattoo on his crotch. I pulled off his t-shirt and jeans and threw them on the floor and pulled up his briefs. Lying on top of him I ground my dick against his as I started kissing him again, pausing only to whisper in his ear. “I’ve seen you on the web, WetJesse89. Lick my sweaty pits!” He was still wearing his briefs, and I was still wearing my speedo, with me sitting on his crotch facing him. I grinned at him. “I know what you like, WetJesse89, pissy crotch!” I relaxed my muscles and soon the translucent pre-cum patch in my white swimsuit grew as my full bladder started leaking into the fabric. I saw his eyes grow large. I grinned. “Don’t worry, mattress is well protected.” I continued to piss until I knew his briefs were soaked and his butt was in a puddle. I stopped. “Time for a Sunday morning drink”. I got up on my knees and moved towards his face until my wet crotch was touching his nose. “Suck my dick through my speedo” I commanded as I started pissing again. He was sucking as fast as he could but a lot still flowed between my legs and splashed onto his chest. He pulled down the front of the swimsuit and took my spewing dick into his mouth and drank it greedily. After a while the flow stopped and slid back on his slick body to lie on top of him with my face inches from his. “Kiss me, piss mouth.” I ordered. As we were kissing I enjoyed the taste of my piss on his tongue and lips but now more than ever I wanted to taste his hole. I sat up and slid down to his crotch and pulled off his wet briefs. I lifted his legs and spread his legs giving a clear view of his tight pink pucker. Whether he wanted it or not he was about to get bred with my toxic sperm. I stuck my mouth between his ass cheeks and started working on his sweet hole. As I thrust my tongue into its musky depths he relaxed his sphincter giving me full access. “Oh fuck yeah!” he uttered. “Paul doesn’t rim me like that. It feels so good.” By this time I could not hold back. I needed to fuck him, and he needed it too. “Fuck me please. Please!” I was not intending to disappoint him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and was about to slather up my dick and his hole when he stopped me. “No, just spit. I want to feel everything. Skin on skin, nothing in between.” My kinda guy! Having been fucked by Paul, I knew I was quite a bit larger than him so I took my time entering. I pressed my furiously leaking cockhead against his hole. With all the pre-cum I hardly needed lube after all. Jesse uttered a gasp of pain as my cockhead slid inside the outer ring of his chute. “Fuck Yeah!” he muttered. “Long since I’ve felt bare meat filling my hole. Needed it so bad. And you longer than fatter than Paul. I love being fucked by a big dick.” I didn’t say anything as my cock slid up his tight passage stretching out his rectal walls. We both uttered a grunt of pleasure as I passed the inner sphincter. Jesse could not get enough as I fucked him on his back, on his side, doggy style and finally with him on top of me. I suppose I might have considered pulling out – (not really!) – but Jesse did not give my any opportunity. He was riding my dick as I lay on my back and I was getting close and he could sense it. I could see the need in his eyes. “I’m close. Where do you want my cum?” He said nothing but started moving more rapidly until I felt my load rising up my cock and spurting into his deep into his bowels. “Inside.” Jesse hadn’t cum yet and was probably as horny as hell. As he lifted himself off my cock I noticed the pink streaks in the cum that dribbled out. My Poz load had a path into his bloodstream! Now it was his turn to return the favor. “Now you fuck me! Bareback of course.” He looked at me for a moment. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I thought that was an odd thing to say under the circumstances. “Fuck yeah, of course. I never refuse a load. Jesse wasted no time. “If you’re sure you want me to fuck you raw then I want it the same way as you fucked me. No lube, just spit.” Luckily Jesse’s 7 inches was small compared to some of the cocks that had fucked me recently. First he fucked me doggy style, then he turned me on my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me that way. “I like it this way.” He grunted as he fucked me hard. “Then I can see you face when I shoot my load deep into your slutty ass.” Damn, the little pig really knew how to fuck, deep and shallow, slow and fast, getting to every part of my insides with his rock hard power tool. Now he asked “Where do you want my load.” I said nothing. “You’re going to get it inside where all cum belongs.” With that he thrust hard and I felt him start to shoot his red hot load into my chute. He kept thrusting and must have shot eight or nine squirts. He took a moment to catch his breath and then he pulled out, looked at the alarm clock and said “Shit, I better be going. Paul will be home soon.” He surprised me by pulling on his still wet briefs and then his jeans and T-shirt. I thought that he would probably need to take a shower before Paul got home because I suspect Paul was not into watersports. He was out there in a hurry. Luckily there was a way he could walk between our condos without being seen by any random passersby as his jeans showed the very visible signs of his damp briefs. Our hot and passionate fuck session totally gave lie to idea that Jesse had trouble staying hard and was “mostly a top”. He certainly liked getting fucked and taking my load, and breeding me in return, just like Paul. Maybe the problem between those two was the condoms. I stripped the bed and cleaned up the mess. I put on new sheets thinking that we needed to buy some more as we had been having so much sex that there was almost always a pile waiting to be laundered. Then I took a shower and went online. I searched for a while until I found “WetJesse89’s” profile. It hadn’t really changed as far as I could see but obviously since I now knew who he was I looked more carefully. Into all sorts of piggy play but nothing about status, only the statement. “Absolutely only safe sex. No Condoms, no sex.” Seems like he broke that little rule with a vengeance. I also noticed with interest that he had the twins, Brad and Brent, listed as friends. And no mention of having a boyfriend!

Before I was diagnosed, I used to be mostly bottom - problems with rubbers killing erections and the loss of sensation meant topping wasn't viable (I used condoms religiously, except a couple of times). After being diagnosed, I started exploring topping, as I no longer had the fear of HIV, so condoms were no longer required. I discovered the joys of topping and haven't looked back since. Describe myself as a top, though I would put out in a relationship. So to answer your question, if a guy says he's a top, doesn't mean he's always been a top.

Good thread. I'm a mere nine inches but anyone can take it balls deep within around 5 minutes of me being inside them

My phone woke me up from my nap. It was a message from an old fuck buddy of mine, and by old I mean that I had been hooking up with him before my adventures with Anthony began. “You free? I’m really honry.” “In my room, door’s unlocked.” Jason, my fuck buddy, lived in the same dorm as me three floors up. He was a scrawny little freshman with a donkey dick that looked ridicules hanging off of his cute five foot six, one hundred and fifteen pound frame. My heart started to race as I wondered how he would react to my cum filled stretched out boy-cunt. We had always played safe and had never talked about doing anything different. I tossed a few dirty clothes in to the hamper and laid back down on my bed with my ass pointed towards the door. After a moment or two I heard the door open and close and then Jason’s familiar throat clearing. “I’m glad you’re free I’m horny as fuck.” I looked back at the door and saw him shucking his clothes. I always enjoyed seeing his massive cock fall from his little boxer briefs when he took them off, and today was no exception. It hung happily over a pair of rather large balls nestled in a thick growth of thick dark blond hair. What this boy lacked in size he made up for in the cock department and then some. “Me too.” I shook my ass at him and he walked over to my bed, his cock hardening as he walked. Jason climbed up on to my bed with me and squatted down behind my ass as if getting ready to eat it as he always did but stopped up short. “Shit, you’ve got a butt plug up your fucking ass.” “Yeah,” I said, trying to sound sheepish, “Is that a problem?” “No. That’s fucking hot, you’ll be super loose now! Can I pull it out and see your puffy hole.” “Sure,” I wiggled my ass at him more and felt him grab hold of the plug. As he pulled I pushed out a little bit helping him get it out and ensuring, that when it did with a decidedly satisfying plop, that it would be accompanied by a small amount of cum from the three loads I had already taken that day. “God your hole looks amazing, so pink and puffy, it looks kinda like a pussy now.” He dove between my cheeks and started going to town rimming my hole, his tongue darting back and forth across my stretched out and abused pucker. I squeezed a little more cum out so that it landed on his tongue as he started to probe inside. I felt him freeze, then after a moment he sat up. “Do you have cum in your ass?” “Yeah,” I admitted happily. “You fuck bareback?” “As of three days ago, yes.” “What?” “I met a guy on a4a, and he sorta tricked me into taking his cock raw and well… I liked it.” “Three days ago, how is his load still inside you then?” “Oh, no that’s not from three days ago, that’s one of the three loads I’ve already taken today.” “Ok now you’re going to have to tell me the whole story.” I turned around and sat up, I was worried that I had freaked him out and was about to lose one of my favorite fuck buds, but when I looked at his cock it was still rock hard and he was smiling. So I launched into the story of my first night at Anthony’s and then my return the next day, the task he had set me, and then the three loads I had taken that morning before he texted me. “You’re a fucking slut.” “Well…” “Prefect. I always wanted to get my cock between your cheeks raw.” “Really?” “Hell yeah. Roll over, I wanna see my cock sink into your spunk filled hole.” Happily I did as he asked and rolled over and stuck my ass up making my hole wink as best I could at him. “So hot,” he said as he lined up his cock head with my slightly gaping hole. Every other time I had taken Jason it had been a struggle to get to the base at first, but that time it just slid home all the way to the balls. I groaned loudly and Jason moaned something about a juicy wet cunt and started to deep fuck me. That was his favorite to slowly slip his cock in and out of my hole, normally he would do that for ten minutes or so kissing me tenderly the whole time before he got down to really pounding my hole but today it only lasted a few moments before he started banging away. Jason grabbed hold of my hips forcing me to buck myself back on his cock while he impaled me. He had never fucked me quite like this before, and I started kicking myself for not letting him breed me before. It wasn’t long before he was huffing and puffing like he always did just before he came, and then he bottomed out in my ass and shot his load deep into my already full gut. Most days that would have been the end of it, but I guess that he was as turned on as I was because he just kept fucking, his cock softening for a moment and then returning to rock hard. After just a few minutes rest we were back to the brutal pounding. “It’s hard for me to get off when I fuck with a rubber, but bare I can shoot at least four times, sometimes up to six.” “God give me six!” “Then hold on tight boy.” Loads two and three came quickly then each being dumped into my hole without comment beyond Jason’s mutterings of “Yeah take my fucking cock bitch.” Four took much longer and I found myself starting to whimper with each pounding as my hole gave way under his onslaught. Lastly loads five, six, and seven, a personal best he told me, were all fired off rapid fire and I had never felt fuller. At that moment I had eleven loads sloshing around in my boy-cunt and I just wanted more. Jason was spent after shooting seven loads and I told him that he could sleep there if he needed to as I did some homework. After looking at my English work for a brief moment I gave up and climbed back into bed and felt Jason’s cock starting to work it’s way back into my hole. That was when I got load number eight after which Jason went back to his one room and, after popping my plug back in, went for a shower and then I passed out again.