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I have enjoyed this site for some time now, ever since I began down the hedonistic path that I never imagined I would begin. I’ve read all of your stories numerous times while reliving my own tale countless times in my head. This is a true story of how I became introduced into the wild unpredictable world of chem sex. However I won’t get too far ahead of myself... this story begins before I would start any of that, just a few weeks earlier In fact. I’ve always been something of a responsible person. I’ve put my career and standing within the community above anything else. By all outward appearances I was a goodie two shoes of sorts. I’m in my late 20’s. I have a short stature with a petite frame, light dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a hairless body, well all except my legs. You see years of playing soccer throughout school has gifted me with a round bubble butt, large meaty thighs, and well calves that are envied wherever I go. Covering my muscled lower half is a thick coat of brown hair. The hair doesn’t extend much further north than a narrow trail extending to my bellybutton and a little patch surrounding my pink hole. I keep my hair fairly trimmed creating a small bush that frames my penis, which is uncut and about 7 inches long and normal thickness. I say that I’m viewed probably as something of a square, because all throughout my sexual years thus far, I have been monogamous. I have only had sex with guys that I was dating, and when I did actually have sex it was always protected with a condom. This all changed however this past summer. It was a particularly stressful time for me at the office, and well my friends were all busy with their summer flings, and I found myself horny, very horny. I came home one Saturday night after an evening out with friends and decided to log online to see if I could line up a hookup. Now I have done his many MANY times before. I had a routine. Create a profile on Grindr, post some headless torso shots, and then I’d sit and wait. I’d get messages from guys complimenting my smooth defined chest, or men commenting about my soccer legs or how delicious my ass looked in the full length mirror pic I had attached to my profile. I loved hearing these strangers talk to me about how sexy I was, and I enjoyed reading their profiles and looking through their pictures, but that seemed to be all I’d do. I’d usually get too nervous and I’d close the app and delete it before I ever met someone. However this May night was a rare evening that saw a mysterious man message me, and instantly I was captivated. He was from Columbia and that alone seemed so foreign to me, I had grown up fairly sheltered in North Carolina, and while I now reside in one of the largest cities in FL, I was very inexperienced with Latin men. His pictures showed a man of about 40, with a toned body, and a large 8in uncut cock. I was horny from all the beer I had drank earlier, and this sexy daddy was making my cock strain the skimpy briefs I was wearing! The next thing I knew I had given this man my number and address and told him to meet at my place in an hour. I needed the time to rinse off and clean out. I showered quickly and then jumped out to straighten my bedroom and find a few condoms and my fave lube. A few minutes later my dream Colombian was sitting on my bed and kissing me while I fumbled with his belt. He was even sexier in person, and my hands were exploring every inch of him. I rubbed my hands across his firm pecs and down his taut stomach. I could feel a size-able bulge when my hand grazed his leg, and I was now focused solely on his cock. I wanted that large piece of meat, it had been so long, and I was so turned on. As I undid his belt I pulled down his pants and discovered my new friend was free balling without any underwear. His large brown rod flopped out and hit my arm. It was so thick and framed by a patch of dark black hair. I peeled back his foreskin and slowly rubbed it back and forth in my hand. He asked my if I partied and I was confused. I had no idea what he was referring to. He told me that earlier that evening he had visited the local bathhouse and had met a generous guy willing to share his favors. I asked him just what he meant, and he said he had smoked some with his new friend. I assumed he meant marijuana and didn’t think much more about it. I told him I didn’t do any drugs. He seemed disappointed but we continued our foreplay for the next hour. I sucked him, he sucked me, he ate my ass and probed at my tight hole. After a while I knew it was time, I needed this, I needed him. It had been months since my last fucking, and my hole was eager to get acquainted with his nice tool. However the sex never happened. He couldn’t get hard. I was so confused, I had sucked him like my life depended on it. I circled the head and licked his shaft multiple times and finally took his entire length into my throat. I could feel him hardening a bit, but he was far from being erect like his pics had promised. I was confused, I had never had a guy so seemingly interested in me, but wouldn’t get hard. He pushed me onto my back and began licking between my cheeks, his tongue darting in and out while he slowly slid his pointer finger knuckle deep into my awaiting hole. I asked him if he wanted to fuck, and he explained that it wasn’t me, but his partying earlier left him unable to get hard. I was defeated, my hole ached to feel his warm cock. His finger felt electric as it entered my body, but I craved more. He could tell I was disappointed and asked if I’d be ok with a third joining in. I had never had a threesome before, but at this point I needed a dick, any dick fucking my ass. He showed me a profile and exclaimed that the guy was his friend. They were both tops and his friend was Colombian also. I took his phone and stared at the pics. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This man was sexy, very sexy. He was just a little older than me, about 5’10, a shaved head, and a tight defined body. As I scrolled through his photos I stopped dead in my tracks. It was a snapshot of a penis, his penis, and it was huge! It appeared to be as long as a ruler, but his profile said it was only 10.5. It was cut but his head looked like that of a hammer. It was mean looking, and my hole was twitching. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen, and if we did meet, he would be the largest cock I’d ever taken. I handed the phone back to my new friend, and told him to message his friend. He laughed and said he already invited him over. He knew I’d never say no to that huge Colombian fuckstick. He was right and suddenly I was nervous. Had I cleaned out enough, could I take such a huge cock, did I have any poppers? I was a wreck and completely flustered until I heard the familiar sound of a buzzing cellphone. He was here and on his way up to my apartment. I jumped up and ran to the front door just in time to hear a powerful knock. I opened the door and before me was the physical embodiment of every fantasy I had ever had. He reached out his hand and told me his name was Rick. I shook it in return and told him I was Corey. His hand was huge, and extremely warm. My cock began to jump wondering if everything on Rick was so large and warm. I led him into my bedroom and Rick immediately greeted his friend. I listened intently as my first visitor repeated his earlier bathhouse tale, only this time he said he was smoking “Tina” and had found himself here but unable to fuck this perfect hole before him. I wondered what Tina was but more importantly this guy described my hole as “perfect”. I was so proud to hear those words, and in that moment I was at ease around my two new guests. My hole was perfect and this guy wasn’t turned off by me, but apparently he just smoked too much Tina and couldn’t fuck me. I was instantly feeling confident and reach over to rub the bulge in Rick’s pants. It felt huge in my hands, and Rick just laughed “So you found this hot little fucker online but you had too much Tina to actually fuck him like he deserves, so you text me?, damn you are a good friend bro” Rick’s voice was deep and stern, and now his hand was slowly massaging my ass through my underwear. Rick bent down and started kissing me. I was in heaven. I pulled away from his lips and began to make my way down his neck and further down his chest. He stopped me just as I was getting to his waist. “You found quite the little whore here, has he been partying?” I told him I had drank a few beers earlier and that was it. I bit my lip and looked him dead in the eyes and muttered “I need fucked, I really need to have you inside me” without missing a beat Rick yanked down his pants and boxers in one movement, and snapping against his stomach was the largest penis I had ever seen. I was in awe. I stared at the powerful cock just inches from my face. It was thick and veiny, and the head was enormous! I could barely comprehend how a member could even be so large. The tip was glistening with precum, and instinctively I lunged forward and engulfed the head with my mouth. Rick gasped and then fist bumped his friend. He told him that he had done good, and that I was a hot little piece of ass, and then he licked his finger and plunged it underneath my underwear and quickly found my hole. I could feel it circling my hole and its warmth was pushing me over the edge. I took my mouth off of his cock and pleaded with Rick to fuck me. I told him that I needed it so badly. He asked me how long it had been as he slowly flipped me onto my back and yanked down my briefs. I told him a few months and a devilish grin came across his face as he plunged his moistened finger into my hole. “Damn boy you are tight! Are you sure it’s only been a few months?” I squirmed beneath Rick as the full weight of his body came over mine. I could feel his huge tool pressing against my thigh as he once again began to kiss me, his tongue now licking mine passionately. I was in pure ecstasy. I didn’t want his moment to end, I knew I was where I wanted to be. Right here underneath Rick and feeling his massive cock pressing against my quivering hole. Rick asked me if I had any poppers because I was going to need them. I pulled a new bottle of Rush out from under my pillow along with a condom and some lube. He asked me what the condom was for? I told him I only played safe, and instantly I could feel Rick pull away. “Man what is this?” he asked to his friend. “You tease me with this hot boy and he doesn’t party or BB?” I was beginning to get scared, Rick’s tone had changed and I didn’t like it. Rick’s friend tried telling him that I was cool, and that I was down to play, but Rick seemed uninterested. Fearing I was losing control of this situation, and my dream cock was slipping away, I blurted out “Fine you can fuck me bareback, but first tell me are you clean?” Rick snapped back around to me and a devilish smile flashed across his face “Ofcourse I’m clean baby, now are you going to let daddy breed that tight little boy pussy?” I was mesmerized, I wanted this cock, I needed it. I rolled over onto all fours, I pushed my ass out towards Rick, and pressed my face and arms into the pillow before me. “This is yours, please daddy breed my ass!” I could hear rustling behind me and then I felt a familiar warm sensation on my hole. It was stiff and slick and before I could second guess my decision, Rick began to press into my awaiting hole. It was painful as I felt his cock slowly begin ripping into my body, each movement pierced into me and sent shivers up my entire body. I was on be verge of tears, and began to panic. I yelled “Stop, stop, stop... I can’t do this, it’s too big, I can’t take it, please Rick no!” I opened my eyes and turned back to look at Rick, our eyes locked, and in that moment I knew I was in trouble. I felt a sharp pain as Rick ripped his cock from my ass “Man I’m done, this is bullshit, man this was a fucking waste of my time!” I was scared, paralyzed with fear. I watched as Rick slowly gathered his clothes and left out of my bedroom. His friend was stunned and all he could do was apologize profusely. I told him it was ok and wasn’t his fault. I heard my front door slam, and for a moment we sat in silence. After what seemed like forever, my guest spoke “Well listen I’m sorry again, I hope you have a good night, I should get going.” I watched in stunned silence as he gathered his belongings and left my room. I heard the door pull shut, and I collapsed onto my bed. What the hell was I doing? Seriously who was I even? I didn’t move and soon I was fast asleep. That night I dreamed about Rick and his perfect penis giving my hole the fucking I desperately yearned for. I woke up the next morning drenched in sweat with a huge wet stain in my bed, I had gotten off in my sleep. I guess the dream had pushed me over the edge. However that feeling of euphoria soon turned to guilt, and finally I was consumed with an overwhelming sense of shame. I deleted Grindr from my phone and swore I’d never use it again. Little did I know how much my life was about to change. I hadn’t seen the last of Rick and our next meeting would far exceed anything that I could have ever dreamed of!

You might say queer ran in my family. I know they say there is a gene and all and that it is recessive in most people, that is why the Kinsey report only states 10% are gay and 10 percent are straight and the rest fall somewhere in the middle. Well my family fell in the middle at the gay end. Isn’t life bliss when social norms are hidden away? Now, we didn’t go around advertising we were queer. To the outside observer we would look like a wholesome middle class family, but enter our inner circle and our deep dark secret would be evident. Growing up, I admired the bond that my dad and grandfather and uncles seemed to share. My mother seemed to have the same kind of bond with my grandmother - both were feisty, in natgure almost butch. We shared a lot of good times. I was the youngest of three sons and had several cousins, most of whom were boys, similar to me as we were rough and tumble - jocks and farm boys. Growing up in a rural town in the Midwest with most of my family nearby, I got to see a lot of my family and the influence it had on our town. As I grew older the admiration for my families bonds grew stronger, and as my brothers and cousins reached maturity I noticed that they too began to share in the bonds between the adult family members, as they went off to college and would return with girlfriends and wives, the sexes would divide several times of year to form bonding circles. I didn’t really know what was going on until I was about 15 and my middle brother was all excited to go on the adult father son fishing trip which I would be invited to the summer after my 18th birthday. With Bud having turned 18 just weeks before school got out, he was all a flutter and told me that grandpa and dad and Cameron, my eldest brother were ready to make him a real family man, along with my uncles and any male cousins that had turned 18 that spring. This was the camping/fishing trip that would declare my brother and our newly adult cousins, part of the male bonding brotherhood of Madison clan. Evidently my brother was not disappointed as he returned with a smile on his face, a lift to his step, as he returned back to the family business in the mailroom, the same mailroom we both had worked when we each turned 14. Bud having worked there two and a half years longer was theoretically my supervisor, but he was my big brother and best friend first so we got along and hardly ever fought. Bud though would be moving up soon and I would become mailroom chief as one of my younger cousins was introduced to the mailroom when he turned 14 in a month or so. When Bud moved up onto the sales floor, Hamilton came into the mailroom. It was my responsibility to train him in the ins and outs of the lowest rung on our family corporate ladder. I really liked Hamilton even though he was a year younger than me. He was really cute and athletic, which made working around him hard at times because he distracted me. But we endured and before we knew it my 18th birthday was approaching. I knew the make out sessions with Hamilton would soon be at an end. I really enjoyed sneaking off to a corner and kissing my cousin, but another two cousins, Jack and Kris, had already joined us in the mail sorting endeavor. Jack and Kris were just as cute and farm boy cute, and I knew they were just as sexy as Hamilton since we all showered together at school after practice, football in the fall and baseball in the spring. I was doing my homework, when a knock on my door occurred, my back to the door I did not see who had tapped on my door but an envelope had been slid under my door. I picked it up and it read “Happy 18th birthday, Thom. You are now able to attend the Madison Men’s Camping / Fishing Experience. Be ready on June 5th, 6:30 AM. The boat waits for no one." I was excited and thrilled it was finally my time to bond with my male family members and find out what all the hoopla was about.

Thanks for the comments guys. Hope you like it! Part 3 I woke up about mid-day on the Saturday and tried not to think about the night before. I don’t know how I ended up getting myself into that situation but I made a promise to myself to watch what I was drinking and to stay focused on my work. I did jerk off to the thought of Tom though, I mean he was hot, even for an older guy. About 6 in the evening once I had been to the gym, did my grocery shopping and done some laundry, I finally felt like I had made up for my spoiled evening. That is, until my phone lit up. ‘Hey Boy, time to make up for last night. I’ll pick you up in an hour, be clean. Don’t try to say no’ I paused for a few minutes, and re read the message over and over. How did Tom have my number, what did he mean by ‘don’t try to say no’? I threw my phone back on the chair and thought it best just to ignore it. After watching some TV for an hour or so my phone lit up again. ‘You better be ready Boy. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.’ I thought about it again, and against my better judgement I got up and had a shower, this time I made sure I was thoroughly cleaned out, I could still feel Tom’s cock from the night before. I convinced myself that we’d have a drink and maybe another fumble and then I’d make it clear that I didn’t have time to be seeing anyone romantically and that he’s out of my age range. After cleaning myself up and throwing on a pair of black jeans and a plain red t-shirt. I paced around my apartment waiting for another message. Right on cue a black BMW with tinted windows rolled up at my building. I couldn’t remember Tom’s car from last night but I guessed it was his. ‘Black BMW, move your ass kiddo.’ I was right. I made my way down to his car and without doubting myself I jumped in. “Looking good boy” Tom said looking me up and down with a smirk. Those blue eyes piercing through me, I got a semi within seconds of looking at him. “Thanks, sorry again about last night. I didn’t think I had drank that much. it was good of you to look after me the way you did. Oh and don’t worry about the condom breaking, I’m due a check-up this week anyway, so I should be fine.” “I’ll look after you kid, don’t you worry about that.” We drove off, I wasn’t sure where we were going but didn’t feel comfortable asking. Tom had been perfectly quiet since we started driving. Occasionally he’d adjust his crotch, which only made me hard, but he never spoke. “We’ll jump into my place first for a drink. I don’t want to take my car anywhere.” he said giving me a slight fright. I just smiled over at him. Once we were parked and in his apartment he put his hands on my shoulders, leaned down and whispered into my ear; “Take that hot boy ass of yours into my bedroom, I’ve been wanting another go at it since I dropped you off last night.” I gulped but couldn’t find the words to say anything, I took myself into Tom's room and turned to face him. “Tom, look, sorry, I think I need to be clear, I’m not really after anything at the moment. You’re a nice guy and I’m flattered you’re interested in me but I don’t think we should do anything. Maybe I should just go” I stammered out, my heart racing. Tom slowly turned and closed the door, locking it shut. He then turned to face me with that intense stare I remembered from the bar. He walked towards me and shoved me onto the bed. I was shocked and completely terrified. “Please Tom, sorry…I…” “Shut it boy, I’ve been wanting to claim your ass since you first rolled into town. I tried to be polite and let it all happen accidentally, but you’re a tough little cunt. Not to worry, Daddy will break you soon enough.” I lay on the bed, confused and terrified. Did Tom know me from before the bar last night? What did he mean by ‘Claim me’? I didn’t know what to think but my body was betraying me, I was hard as a rock, each time Tom called me boy my cock did a leap and when he called himself daddy I could have came. Tom marched over to the bed and immediately was on top of me, pinning my body to the mattress. “Mmm, Boy you’ve got a boner. Wait till I tell you what Daddy has for you, then you’ll really get scared!” He reached around and after a brief struggle, and a hard slap to my face, my hands where pulled tight and I was tied to the bed. My legs were still free which let me try to kick him, but that resulted in another slap. “Try that again boy and I’ll leave a permanent mark!” I stopped struggling, now really concerned for my safety. “What do you want? Stop, please don’t rape me!” I started to plead as tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. Tom just laughed, he took a pair of scissors off the side table and cut off all my clothes. I lay there completely exposed, freshly shaven, hard as a rock and quietly crying. He reach for a small bottle of what I guessed were poppers, he put them under my nose. “Take a deep huff boy, you’ll need them! Daddy isn’t going to be as gentle tonight.” I took a couple of hits and felt my head spin and my body relax. Again Tom kept his clothes on and just took his monstrous cock out, it was growing bigger every time he stroked it. He grabbed lube and swiped some up my crack, it was cold and certainly wasn’t enough to allow even the head of his cock in me. “Please Tom, I’m sorry, I don’t want this….” I continued to cry He took the tip of his cock and pushed it against my tight hole, edging slightly inside. “At least put a condom on!” I screamed out. A hard slap hit my face, I was dazed from the surprise. “You’ve already had it in you raw, I’m not wrapping it up again. It takes a lot of effort to tear a Condom when a daft boy keeps checking it, and you’ll call me Daddy from now on Boy!” As he spat those words out he slid about 3 inches raw into my barely lubed hole. I screamed out. “Keep screaming boy, It just makes Daddy harder!” he moaned as he kept pushing deeper inside my hole, with a hard thrust he slammed completely into me, and I blacked out.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. That written, I'd love to have it go down this way. Traveling for business allows me time cruise the hook-up sites for guys in different cities. It is an enjoyable pastime since I am usually trapped in a hotel room with no place to go and nothing better to do with my evenings. I was in the middle of one of those trips, sitting in my room sipping glasses of wine cruising sites on both my computer and iPhone. Being an older daddy-type, I wasn’t generating much interest. I was about to be frustrated with my search when I received a hit from a college-age twink looking for a daddy. I do love it when younger guys with their incredibly hard cocks want to breed me. Not only that, his avatar showed him to be beautiful—and I mean that in every sense. I first thought he was just playing with me, but as our conversation continued, I realized that he was serious. We began making plans to meet, but then he asked me the question I hate, “Do you have condoms?” I thought for a moment, knowing young guys tend to be “safe” sex freaks. I hate condoms. I responded to him, “No.” “Damn,” came back the reply. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t like fucking raw, lol.” “I don’t have any, but I’m neg and don’t have any STIs.” I was encouraged, at least he indicated that he fucked raw sometimes. I waited for the response. It came back in an unexpected manner, “I tend to cum too quickly if I don’t wear a condom.” I relaxed a bit and responded, “don't worry about that. I'm sure it will be fine. I don’t mind as long as you put a load in me as deep as you can.” “OK, as long as you’re sure,” he replied. He was at work and we agreed to meet in about an hour in my hotel room. I was excited because nothing else happening on the usual sites. I gave him my hotel and room number. I asked him to text me when he was in the lobby. I like to stay at a certain hotel where I can see the elevators and I could watch him come up to the floor. We chatted a bit more during the hour while he was preparing to get off from work, He asked if I liked to be rimmed, and I responded emphatically, “Yes.” “Then be ass up and face down on the bed when I get to your room,” was his reply. “I really want to suck your dick,” I sent back. He replied, “Just let me come in and start eating that sweet ass first and then you can." I was even more excited because I knew he was something special. As the time drew near, he told me as he was getting off work. Being only a short drive away, I knew he would be in the lobby soon. I touched up my prepping because I wanted to be especially clean so that he would enjoy rimming my ass deeply. “In the lobby,” came the text. I texted him that the door would be set so he could just push it open and I walked out to the balcony overlooking the atrium to catch a glimpse of him on the elevator, but there were other people on board and I could not make him out clearly. As the elevator approached my floor I went inside my room and made sure the door could be pushed open, I stripped and took the position on the bed, ass up and head down. I heard the door open and he came into the living room of the two room suite. I glanced as he came into the bedroom and he was as beautiful in person as in his picture. A preppy college student. He walked over to the bed, slapped my ass a couple of times and dropped to his knees to give me the best rimming I’ve had in a long while. He also was filling my hole with saliva so we would not need any lube. Frankly, I hate lube because it taints the taste of the cock and after I’ve been bred I like to clean it off and enjoy all of the flavors. He stopped rimming and I heard him undo his pants and then some rustling next to me. I turned my head and bumped into the hardest and most erect cock I’ve enjoyed in a long time. I saw he had just pushed his pants down and pulled his shirt up. I wanted all of this twink. I encouraged him to take all of his clothes off so we could enjoy each other. As soon as he was free of his clothes, I began to work his cock and balls over in my mouth. I enjoyed his engorged cock, knowing I was preparing it to fill me deeply. His ample balls were covered in luscious hair which I enjoyed as well. His excitement was building. He said, “I've had this erection since I walked into the lobby. I was worried others would notice it.” I smiled and continued sucking his dick and licking his balls. I wanted to rim him too, but he said no. “Get on the bed, doggie,” he ordered. I knew he wanted to get deep inside of me. There was no discussion of condoms as he easily worked his cock into me and was soon balls deep. His cock felt great in me. He fucked me for a bit and then withdrew. He ran his cock head across my hole a bit and reinserted and fucked me some more. He twisted my nipples and heard me moan. He twisted them harder and I said, “More.” He repeated the fucking and withdrawal a few more time and I knew he was trying to prolong the session. After a few minutes I told him, it was OK to go ahead and fill me with his cum. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes, I love the feeling of a cock pulsing it cum deep inside of me. And don’t pull out right away when you finish.” He shoved his cock deep into me, a bit roughly, but I was fully open and it felt great. He grunted and I felt his cock pulse it cum load into me as he held me in a choke hold. I laid forward on the bed with him still deep inside of me once he was done and enjoyed the feeling of his still erect cock in me along with the cummy-full feeling of my bottom. He finally pulled out and we stood up to hug. I sucked his cock clean and fully enjoyed the taste of his cum and my juices. When I was done, I offered to let him use the bathroom to clean-up, but he said I had cleaned him well enough. As it was my last night in the city, there was to be no chance for another meeting. We said good-bye and he left. With his load brewing in my bottom, I was back one my computer looking for another guy when I received the following text : “Hey, you never asked and I forgot to tell you something. I was diagnosed poz two-weeks ago and am not on meds yet. Maybe we should have used a condom.” The twink had stealthed me.

I never fooled myself thinking it was love. It was what it was. An older man supporting a needy kid. I knew all I had to offer him was money, and a big dick. These kids are easy to find. They're everywhere on the internet. Bad families, broken homes, parents kicking them out because they're gay. All of them desperate to find someone to take care of them. That's how I met Brad. His parents kicked him out at 18 for being gay. I happened to run across him online one day while he was at the library using their computers. We chatted and he told me he was looking for a "houseboy" position. Well I was in need of a "houseboy". I didn't get laid too much, seeing that I was 55, pudgy, and honestly, ugly. Oh, and hiv+. I had a couple guys my age and older that I'd fuck around with, mostly because of the nice 10 inch cock I had been blessed with. Otherwise, it was the baths or the bookstores, but they got tedious at times. Brad seemed like a perfect find. He didn't mind my age, or my looks, or my status as long as we were safe. He wanted my money and my big cock, and a place to live. And I wanted a young fuckboy. We met downtown at a coffee shop downtown near the shelter he was staying at. He was exactly what he described. 5' 8", skinny, dark, skater boy hair and clothes. I got hard as soon as I saw him. We talked for a while and he seemed really down to earth and real. I told him everything I expected from him. A clean house and yard, and sex whenever, and however I wanted, I was pretty kinky. I agreed to keep it safe, and he agreed to being my "property." In exchange he would have room and board, and an allowance. I would even help him get his GED since his parents kicked him out before his senior year started. Pretty easy rules I thought. I took him and his only backpack home with me to start our "relationship." I think he was in shock the first night when he saw my cock, I told him it was 10 inches, but not that it was thick too. I have to admit I loved his cries and whimpers as I forcefully raped his sweet little hole for the first time. But hey, if I have to be safe, then I'll make up for it! We quickly settled into our new life. It was nice not to have to worry about cleaning and yardwork. And it was especially nice to have a nice young boy to use daily. Life was ideal for the next 8 months, then things changed. I had to travel a lot, usually 2 to three days at a time. I never worried about Brad when I was gone. I figured he just chilled during those days, maybe letting things like his rope burns heal. Until that one fateful day when I unexpectedly returned 2 days early from a trip. I was supposed to be back Sunday, but things changed and I found myself coming home Friday night instead. I entered the house and started up the stairs when I heard sounds from the bedroom. Sex sounds. I peeked through my cracked bedroom door, and from the mirror I could see Brad, face down on MY bed getting plowed by a man while another man watched. And even worse, that fucking slut was taking it raw! I stood in the hallway listening to Brad's cries of ecstasy as he begged the man fucking him to dump another load in him. I turned red in anger at this betrayal, but didn't interrupt the action. Instead I snuck back out and waited for the men to leave. After they had gone, I returned to the house and went upstairs. I saw Brad on my bed fingering his freshly fucked cummy hole. He would stick his fingers in, then lick off the cum he could dig out. He was quite startled when I walked in. "Dan what are you doing here?" He asked in a panic. "I got home early, slut!" I shouted. He looked genuinely scared of my obvious anger. "Is this what you do when I'm gone? Let men bareback you?" "Please!" He pleaded. "It's not what you think, I swear! I've never done that before!" I backhanded him. "Don't fucking lie to me! And in MY bed? You can't even be a whore in your own room? You disrespectful piece of trash! I took you in, gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? You're going to pay now, bitch!" With that I grabbed one of his skinny wrists while he cried and pleaded, but I quickly had him restrained face down on the bed. I stripped and lined my rock hard cock up to his already cum lubed fuck chute. "Please don't do this!" he begged through tears. I stopped. "You're right." I said calmly. "This is not the way I should be doing this." Brad breathed a sigh of relief as I climbed off the bed, and left the room, only to return with his toothbrush. "THIS is how I should do it!" I shouted as I rammed his toothbrush up his cunt, digging in as hard as I could, rubbing, scraping, until pink cum ran out. All the while Brad thrashed and screamed and begged me to stop. I finally pulled it out, only to ram my thick monster right in. Brad screamed more as I savagely fucked his bleeding cunt. I rammed his filthy, bloody toothbrush in his mouth, making him taste his bloody ass as I continued my assault. I fucked him more viciously than I have ever fucked someone, and squeezed his throat until he almost passed out as I pumped my toxic cum into his ravaged hole. After I pulled out and he lay sobbing, I spit on his face saying, "It ain't over yet, bitch!"

my best friends son gave me 2 loads at the weekend - he is early 30,s............he is straight and weve kinda been jokingly flirting for years as he loved anal with his ex gf but had always spoken of wanting to try with a guy........have known him since he was a wee boy................slipped into convo that he,d be welcome to try with me if he wished and he jumped at chance..........saved his spunk for a whole week and blasted a huge first load up me - used first load as lube to fuck me a 2nd time........said he loved it and is meeting me again this friday...............rekon it may be a regular thing but dont care if he just wants to use my ass until a future gf appears for him............love smell of his cum - he fucks very hard and deep (7.5" and thick) made my hole very very wet - oink............just have to keep it secret from his real daddy

The older man looked to be in his mid-forties, with a brush-cut, and thick, strong build, big white teeth; a high school football coach straight from central casting. His stride is confident, walking into the bath house like he doesn't give a shit who sees him. He walks up to the thick-glassed window and says he needs a deluxe room. He presents his driver's license and smiles as he shoves a wad of 20's through the slot. The boy he brought with him ... hot as fuck. He's athletically built, his short hair was peroxided blond with more than a hint of brass. He's a little shorter than the older man, but his muscles were well-defined, built in a weight room, sculpted on practice fields; it's all lean muscle, so there's no extra bulk to carry around the field with him. But his eyes... his eyes are distant and blank... like he was drugged or hypnotized before he was brought here. And he never says a word. He just fumbles in his black and red lacrosse shorts and eventually produces an ID that says he's old enough to enter; and it looks legit. The coach winks and puts his arm around the boy as they are buzzed through the big heavy door. As they disappear into the darkly lit chambers beyond, there's still no certainty what their relationship is. Were they actually coach and athlete? Or were they role playing? Was the boy on some sort of drug, or had he been completely conditioned to accept the will of his master? And if it was the latter, what regimen of discipline, deprivation, and punishment had led him to that state of submission? They've taken a room in the back and left the door ajar. A small group of men have gathered to watch and ... to wait. Beyond the door, a beefy man with a goatee is just finishing. His cock is buried in the boy's muscled ass and the overhang of his hairy belly smacks the small of the boy's back as he thrusts into him. The thick fingers of his hands are braced on the boy's muscled shoulders for leverage as he pumps his cock in the boy's tailpipe. He finishes with a loud grunt and shoves his cock as deep as it will go, then holds it there as he pumps his semen into the boy's waiting guts. He grunts again then pulls out, he picks up his towel from the floor and wipes off his crank with it, avoiding eye contact as he slips out the door. The older man ... coach, master, father... looks out into the hall and makes a selection. "You!" The boy is on a fuck bench, his wrists secured to the post in front of him. He is naked, of course, his shorts and mesh jersey tossed onto the floor, his skin is tanned and smooth. His well-muscled shoulders taper to his trim waist and the nice, round convex ass that was presenting itself, his pink rosebud posed invitingly above his long, smooth legs. It is almost as though a young god has been captured, bound, and laid out for the use of filthy mortal men. The blindfold serves more to hide his identity, to make him an anonymous object-of-fuck, then it does to hide the identities of his sires from him. A few sweat-streaked curls of badly dyed hair protrude around its edges. He is awake, conscious but unseeing, his expression remains fixed; he either does not care who is breeding him or is not allowed to raise an objection, and so it makes no difference if he can see them or not. The boy's ass-cheeks are muscle-hard and hairlessly smooth, the crevasse between them already slick to the touch with a mix of slick, warm lubricant and a few leftover drips of seed left behind by the bear who had used his ass already. When touched, he neither flinches, nor moans, nor tenses... he betrays no reaction at all. The coach puts his hands on either cheek and spreads them apart, displaying his hole was not quite closed, but gapes, just a little bit, as though crying out to be filled. Coach says, with sleazy, debauched pride, "Ain't that the sweetest ass you've ever seen? Popping his cherry was the fuck of a lifetime." He runs his rough white hand on the inside of the boy's muscular thigh, then back again to his ass, displaying his prize like a cut of prime beef. When he gets to the ass, he draws the cheeks apart again and shoves two fingers inside to grind the bear's load into the walls of the boy's intestines. The boy twitches as he does this, little flicks of the muscles in his back and arms. He feels what is happening to him, but makes no effort to resist or even acknowledge it. The coach shows his fingertips, glistening with moistness. "What are you waiting for, buddy?" coach asks with a wink. "Fuck that bitch." His ass has been opened up by the previous fuck, but still it resists the cock sliding into it. It takes hard pressing and concentration to get it inside, but once in, the sensation is amazing, like slipping into a warm, velvet pocket. His fuck tunnel grips the cock, but it is slick and warm and begs the cock to naturally go into motion. Each thrust is welcomed by warmth and meets just enough resistance to make for a perfect fit. As the cock continues thrusting in and out, the humanity of the body it is penetrating fades, and the boy becomes but a receptacle for lust and gratification. It's as though this muscular buck has been conquered, and his strength and power are being harvested by the man on top of him; this is what topping is all about, pumping hard cock into an ass begging to be seeded. It's as though this ass was designed to be fucked, and any other purpose would be a waste. The load builds fast because the ass just feels so fucking good, slowing down is impossible; the load demands to be put in the ass of this Adonis. It builds the balls and cockhead grow heavy and full, and when it shoots, there is recoil like firing a shotgun. Pulling out, the ass gives up the cock and it pops out, this will be a fuck to be remembered and replayed. The coach seems pleased. He rubs the boys ass vigorous, and than smacks it hard, leaving a pink mark. The boy flinches, but otherwise does not react. A black man is selected next. Not a hot black man, an older man in his late fifties. In pretty good shape for his age, but still in his late fifties. His cock was pink and purple, almost no difference in girth between the head and the shaft, like a cucumber. He slid it into the boy's pink hole and the boy uttered an almost inaudible grunt/gasp as he entered. The black man slides his cock all the way in, groaning as he pressed. The black man seems to have more trouble and keeps adjusting the boy's angle, pausing in his fuck-motions, moving the boy's ass higher, then struggling to regain his rhythm. He makes some thrusts then has to adjust again. "Hold up your ass, bitch," the coach orders. The boy arches his back. The black man grunts hard and quickly finishes up. Coach dabs his boy's ass with a towel and looks out to choose the next. He smiles like a demon, "You." The coup de grace is a tall, lean, dark young man with black hair, coppery skin, and a biohazard tattoo on his thigh. He runs his brown fingers on the round muscular ass of the boy on the fuck bench; no one can resist touching that ass. He spares a quick glance at the coach, as though asking permission. "Fuck him!" the coach orders. "Good and hard. Make sure he takes your load and don't wate a drop." The kid with the biohazard tat drops his towel and reveals a long, rigid and uncut cock with atight foreskin that almost covers the whole of the head, and drools with precum. He positions its hooded bullethead against the hole and thrusts it in with one fast smooth movement. "Shit," the brown-skinned youth says, feeling the warm grip of the boy's warm, tight tunnel around his cock. With no warm-up, he goes straight to ramming his long dark cock in-and-out, fucking the boy hard and deep, his hips becomeing a blur, his tight balls smacking at the cleft in the boy's cheeks. Concentrating, biting his lower lip, he piston-whips his nine-incher in and out of the whole. "Fuck," says the coach, observing the action with wide-eyed pleasure. He begins stroking his own uncut, beer-can cock while he watches his star player get violated well and good. For the first time, the boy shows a glimmer of awareness. the length of the cock must be too much for him, must be spearing through his sphincter and assaulting his prostate. Maybe he is subconsciously aware of the poisonous load about to be shot into him, the virus about to take over his perfect body and begin tearing it apart from the inside. Tied down, there's nothing he can do, he's at the mercy of the brown cock. It must be hurting him, his eyes, which have kept closed this whole time, become most with the tears he is holding back. Suddenly, the biohazard kid grunts and makes a final deep thrust into the boy's ass. He shudders as he cums, eyes tight shut and mouth open. "Fuck,' he says as his seed shoots into deep into the young athlete's guts. "Oh, fuck yeah," says the coach. The lean, brown boy with the biohazard tat leaves, avoiding eye contact or even looking at the coach, who moves in behind the boy and guides his big fat cock to the boy's fuckhole, pushing it in and pumping it inside to churn the loads and strains deposited in the warm, fertile receptacle of the boy's fucktube. After a few minutes, coach pulls out again and permits another entry into the room, a scruffy looking, thin and hairy thirty-something whose piercings glint in the dim light. The new man bares his cock and takes his place behind the boy. It is still early in the morning, and the boy is only four loads in, and the line outside is long.

I'm afraid you're playing this down. This is not a mere fantasy, like some virgin fantasizing what it would feel like to finally get fucked, this has been your actual lifestyle for quite a while. Not something you dream about doing but something you've already done - and enjoyed big time. That need to get used by strangers will not be easily suppressed, it's an integral part of your personality, your sexual identity, and it won't go away just because your bf might disapprove. The longer you deprive yourself of what you really need, the stronger those urges will become, I'm afraid. The love and respect you feel for your partner are so obvious in all your posts. If you're already feeling bad for having fantasies, what will it be like once you give in to them again? I assume you and your bf have unprotected sex, which means that he totally trusts you and knows that you'd never knowingly expose him to danger. Getting fucked bare understall by some stranger seems the worst thing you can do, both betraying his trust and risking his health. Honestly, I don't think you'll be able to suppress those urges for ever, it's only a matter of time until you'll find yourself with an ass-full of anonymous cum and if I were in your place, I'd tell my bf before it's too late. Whatever you decide to do, I wish you the best of luck!!!

(late 70's, somewhere in the Midwest) I was just a bored, stupid little kid living on a farm. Dad worked in the fields and I was pretty much left on my own while Mom ironed and watched game shows and stupid soap operas. We lived on a gravel road that had very little traffic. A farm truck now and then, but that's about it. You couldn't even see the closest neighbors' house. After all the Spring rain, the county would pour new gravel in late June. I was into rocks back then. I saw beauty in the little stones and inspected each one that caught my eye. At a certain time of day, I'd head home with my pockets full of fascinating little rocks. I'd do the same thing the next day -- because I stupidly believed the gravel was like ocean tides, with new ones washing up each morning. One day I wandered pretty far down the road. Maybe a mile or more. Here's where the story falls apart in my memory. I somehow blanked out that day, the day I went too far away. Here's what I know for sure happened. My head was hurt, broken, bleeding. Ask anyone who's had a concussion or brain injury, and they'll tell you that they remember very little about it. Same with people who've had shock treatment several times. The first thing I remember is a nurse handing me a little cup of chocolate milk. I remember doctors and a nice hospital bed. The scenes get shorter and smaller. Faster. There was a sheriff sitting in our living room talking with my parents in quiet voices. I remember opening my eyes and seeing an orange cat sleeping on my chest. Never saw him again. My memories got sharper as the year went on. I had a sixth birthday party. There was a chocolate cake and I got a rock tumbler, some new Hot Wheels cars and coloring books. I hadn't been to school yet -- which is probably for the best since I had a bunch of wicked scars on my head. It caused my wavy brown hair to grow in weird ways. I looked like a haystack. It was just one of the ways I was different now. I had dreams about grown men kissing me... Fonzie was in my closet and pulled me in so we could hug and kiss with our clothes off. Let me state outright that I don't believe brain trauma can change your sexuality. I think it may come off that way as I'm telling you this. I'm certain I was already gay in the womb. I started Kindergarten at age 7. I was only slightly bigger than everybody else. I had crazy hair, but the 80's had arrived and Mom just put mousse foam in it and worked into the spikes and organized chaos. I was a strangely fashionable kid in all through grade school. I had friends, and it was through some of them that I started to piece together information about what really happened to me. Kids overhear everything their parents talk about. Loose lips. It turns out I wasn't hit by a car, like I'd originally thought. I'd been attacked. ! I was in sixth grade by the time I knew everything. I was found in a ditch with my head bashed in. I'd also been raped in the butt. Everybody blamed gypsies. Gypsies were the boogeymen in are area. They were thieves and used drugs and murdered little kids who wandered off. They moved into rundown empty houses and then go steal everything. Both the guys and the girls wore earrings. I don't think I ever saw one. No one was ever charged and the case "went cold". So I finally knew what nobody who loved me wanted to report. Raped? I could barely believe that part. But I was now a teenager and other things were on my mind. I had a few wet dreams and figured out how to masturbate. I would get severe crushes on guys and have no idea what to do about it. I was moody as hell and not getting along with my parents. I always felt like I had the upper hand with them back then. I was saving my ace for the right time. Mom was on my casr about my messy room and my lax grooming habits. One night, at the dinner table, Dad was blathering on and on about my grades or some shit. "You roll your eyes one more time and I'll paddle your little butt." "My butt? The same butt that was raped when I was four? Is that the one you mean? Why didn't you tell me??" The room went ice cold. Mom got up from the table and went to the kitchen. "You didn't need to know. Once we realized you didn't remember anything, your mother and I thought it was best to just forget it ever happened. We wanted to move on." I guess he did what he thought was best, but I had already worked myself up into a major sulk. I felt entitled to pout and slam doors for a few days. The incident was never discussed again. By the time I turned 17, I got a driver's license and had liberal use of the second car we had. I also started a part-time job at K-Mart. I wanted to work in the stereo department, but they started me out at the registers. It was brainless (no pun intended) but the time flew by. At one employee meeting, we were told what to do if a family of gypsies entered the store. My ears perked up. Apparently, they were known to arrive in a large group and then fan out, stealing everything they could. There was a protocol for employees to follow if and when this ever happened. What I didn't know was a lot. What was their motivation? What did they look like? I wanted to know more, but nobody I talked to knew much more information than I did. Tammy often worked at the register next to mine. She was pure trash and not very well thought of. "Hammy Tammy" was what people called her out of earshot. I didn't mind her. She was pretty stupid, but fully who she was. No filters. No walls. During slow times, we were supposed to find something to do. But she and I just talked. You only had to know Tammy for about two minutes before you'd come to the realization she was a full-blown racist. That's not uncommon for this area, but she made no attempts to hide it. "Hey, Tammy. Were you at that meeting where they talked about gypsies?" It was early Sunday afternoon and completely dead. "Yeah. I've been here almost five years and have heard the same shit at least three times." "Are there any around here?" "Oh yeah," she cracked her gum "They're like roaches. One of the families or whatever lives down the road from my grandpa Ernie's farm. Never seen 'em in here though." "What do they look like?" "Various colors. Black hair. Could be they're Italian (she pronounced it 'eye-talyun') They don't look American. They smell bad and wear weird clothes. The women dress like sluts, but with a lot of clothes on -- if that makes sense. Lots of cheap jewelry. The men are always filthy, but try to look all sexy. Why?" "I've just never seen one." "Be glad. Hey-- are you 18 yet?" "Next month." "You lucked out. They're changing the legal drinking age to 19 next year. And then it goes up a year at a time. Ya'll are just one step ahead of it. We'll go out on your birthday and get good and drunk." I'd never even thought about drinking before. Not much anyway. It killed brain cells, and I think I was overdrawn as it was. I was actually 18 already, but I kept up the lie because I'd lived it so long. I could go home, open the fridge and down a beer in front of my mom and dad. But I had started to feel sorry for them. Mom never had another baby after me -- probably because I was such a tragedy. They also argued a lot. I decided they'd been punished enough, and so I tried to be a pleasant son. Tammy was making plans for my 18th (actually 20th) birthday. "We can go to The Crossing. On Meridian. It ain't bad. But you have to understand that I got a boyfriend now. Lucas, who works at the grain elevator. If he wants to go out that night, we can do it some other time." Tammy wanted a steady boyfriend so badly (as I secretly did). She'd end up getting used and dumped over and over again. It was a pattern she'd repeat until she got older and her heart would furn to ice. The night arrived and Lucas had blown her off. Tammy didn't take hints willingly. It was so weird to be feeling sorry for people after I'd spent so much time feeling sorry for myself. I picked her up at her trailer and opened the car door for her. She deserved to be treated like a lady once in a while. Her makeup was pretty heavy and it didn't quite come together like she thought it did. I knew she hadn't glammed up for me..but for the guys we might see at The Crossing. Maybe she knew I was gay...or maybe I just wasn't enough of the caveman type she preferred. "I like that shirt...but you shouldn't wear red. It's not your color. I'm gonna be a beauty technician one day. I'll help you pick out clothes if you want." The Crossing was not so bad. I was no fan of country music, but at least they mix in some Madonna once in a while. God love her, that bitch wouldn't go away. I asked Tammy if she wanted to dance. "Not now. I need to get a buzz first. Lemme go get us a pitcher." We drank beer and looked around. Tammy's eyes were like a spotlight scanning the crowd. Damn, this girl needed a dick. I guess I did too, but there were no gay dudes here. She put on her seductive face, but it was failing. "You come here a lot,Tammy?" She snapped out of her man-seeking trance... "Yeah. Always on payday...and some other nights when I'm bored. Do you play pool?" "No. I never learned how. My hand-to-eye coordination is pretty bad." She wasn't really listening. She drank beer so fast. I asked her what she was thinking. She seemed surprised at the question that probably had ever been asked her. "I...I think I'm sorry I forgot your birthday present. It's at home. I'm thinking all the girls here are skinny whores. I'm thinking I'm drunk now." She laughed and got us a third pitcher. "I've never been drunk before. Will I get sick? Throw up?" "It depends. We should go now anyway. I'm sick of this place." "Can you show me where those gypsies live?" "What? Why? We can go to that little bridge over the creek where the ghosts are." "Been there (I hadn't). I need to see those gypsies. " "OK. That could be spooky too. I won't get too close, though." We drove down a county road just outside of town. Tammy was a little confused and we briefly got lost. "Are we on the right road now?" "Yeah. That's my grandpa's house. He and his new wife stay up late. Just pull in and leave me here. I'll crash here and you go can go find the gypsies...about a mile that way. Be careful." She didn't even let me open the car door for her. She just got and puked in the grass. I made sure she made it up to the door before I pulled back onto the dark road. I felt drunk and something nameless. I needed a plan. Would I park somewhere and walk there to get a look? I was so out of it that I just parked in the driveway, headlights blazing. Stupid. I don't know what my line of thinking was. I needed to see them. It was a two-story stone house. It might have been nice a hundred years ago, but it was a little sad now. There was light inside, but it was very dim. I never had a chance to knock on the door because a tall, hefty male opened the door. I couldn't make out his expression or even features. in the shadows. What the hell was I going to say? "Hi...uhhh...I'm just..," "Come in! Ma Ma knew you would come this night. He's here everyone! The stranger in red has come to the door just like Ma Ma said!" What? The inside of the big front room had about a dozen people inside. The youngest were around my age and the oldest had to be in her 80's. Ma Ma, I was guessing. The smells were powerful and confusing. It was like a locker room combined with frying smells combined with something exotic. There were a few table lamps on with color scarves over the shades. I guess they had electricity. I felt like all the dark eyes look me over. "Bring him to me," the old woman said. She looked like a gypsy cliche...beads, bangles, big hoop earrings. If she'd had a crystal ball in her lap, the picture would have been complete. I was shy, but strangely not afraid around this group. "Good evening, M'am." "Yes. I knew you come to the door. You seek us long time, yes?" "My name is Alec. And...yes. How did you know I was coming?" "Your mind is not just your own, yes? I read you in last night's sky. Once you have spilled blood on the earth, it knows where you are and where you will go. Give me one hand." I timidly held my right hand out. I figured she would read my palm or something, but she just held it in her ancient fingers. "YES!", she croaked loudly "He has gypsy blood in him!" There was a chorus of cheers from the rest. I guess she might technically be right. Was I dreaming this? "I don't think so. But maybe." "I think so. You have much grief also." "Why?" "We talk more tomorrow if you wish. I need bed now." I helped her up from the worn-out recliner. "You are good man. The girls will help from here. Good night. Mr Alec." With a few nods and grunts, all the females in the room got up from their seats to lead her upstairs. They gave me smiles and sweet 'good nights' as they left. Ma Ma paused at the doorway. "You boys don't give him too much wine. He's already smell of drinking." And then it was just me and six men in the room. They seemed to relax after the ladies exited. A big bottle of wine came out, but no glasses or cups. We all just passed it around. They all removed their shoes and a few of them took off the shirts too. The guy next to me on one of the couch was maybe about 40 with a huge gut, covered with hair. His name was Gino and he gave off very friendly vibes. None of them had socks on and the smell of their feet filled the room. I guess it was a gypsy thing. I felt so Midwestern and American because there was no TV to focus on. I was asked many questions. "You work?" Gino was the first to talk. "Yeah. K-Mart. I might go to college next year." "Thone went to college one year. Right, Thone?" Thone was the youngest of the group. He had slick black hair that was dirty but looked retro-cool. "Yeah. So much pussy in college." "No. This man don't want the pussy! You stupid? Go outside and smoke." The guy yelling at him was the one who answered the door. Maran. He was a big man with a full beard. I think he winked at me. Not sure. Thone skulked away. The mood changed, brightened. More questions were asked. I told them about my life and about the K-Mart policy when it came to gypsies. "Oh, that shit store," a guy named Turro said with a laugh. "We already got somebody in there...an employee who gets us all kinds of stuff. He's a boyfriend Of Alana's." I mentally scanned the list of male coworkers and figured it was one of two guys. Gino was crowding closer to me. At some point, somebody brought out more wine and someone else lit a fat, fragrant joint. I'd never smoked it before, but made an effort. I was a gypsy now...Ma Ma had said so. The others drifted away to bed. I had no idea what time it was. Midnight? Later? It was just me, Maran and Dino left. "It's my birthday," I said for no reason. "Yes. Ma Ma knew that too. 20? You don't look 20. Too young and also too old for that number. But at least you are now old enough to suck a dick. You like to suck the dick?" What? This had taken a turn. "I never have." "You want to suck Gino and me? Nobody will see." I wanted to. I took a long drag off the joint. "I can try." Maran gave me the wine bottle one last time before stripping off his black jeans. Gino was already naked. I could tell Maran had authority here. His dick was shiny and super hard. And way bigger than my own. I kissed it like I was like I was kissing someone on the cheek. He urged the head into my mouth. OK. I could do this. He seemed to know my limit and didn't go any deeper. The taste was a little foul because he wasn't very clean. He pulled away. "I don't want to shoot seed now. Let Gino do that for you." That's all the invitation the fat guy needed. He poked me in the nose with his cock. It was as big as his brother's, but he had this hanging gut to contend with. I was into it now, though. I lavished his big meat with my tongue, mouth and throat. I wanted to please him so badly. He liked the extra attention and held my head as he came. I tasted sperm at last, but not really. I wish I could say it was rich and thick, but I felt it more than tasted it. It hit my back teeth and throat. I knew Maran was watching all of this. There must have been some silent communication between them because Gino immediately withdrew his slimy dick from my mouth and put his pants back on. He padded up the stairs quickly. His discarded shirt was still on the couch. "Let's sit and have one more drink of wine, yes?" Maran didn't bother putting his pants back on, and wandered back to the kitchen with everything exposed. I sat there and realized that I had just had some gay sex...I had sucked two cocks and had semen in my throat. It was sudden and I had no time to process it. Ma Ma must have seen all of this in the stars. "I brought you a cup, Alec." It was a tall plastic mug filled to the rim with wine. He seemed fine with just swigging right from the bottle. "Thanks. What time is it?" "The right time. Take some drink. I don't want to taste Gino's dirty dick when I kiss you. You like kiss?" "I've never kissed a man. Or a woman. I ..." "Yes. Tell me your story now. You wear a story like a heavy coat." I told him everything. The incident. My life." "I guess that's why I appeared here tonight. Or not. I don't feel in control now." "You are not in control. Life is. Let it take you for the ride. I must say now that it was most likely a gypsy man who did that to your young self. I am so sorry. We seldom get a chance to make sex. Some can't help but to do a rape. I have never one rime did that. Thone has. He kill nobody though. Do you believe you were killed?" I was taking big gulps pf the wine. I didn't taste the alcohol at all. "How can I have been murdered if I'm here right now?" I sneaked yet another look at his heavy, hairy dick. "Death and Life are always side by side. They cross over at times. My believe is that you are at the edge...especial after tonight." "What do you mean?" "This night, before the sun comes up, I will make you pregnant. I will give you a living thing that is a form of death. I will give you a baby from here." He grabbed his big balls. "Look now." I thought he wanted me to look at his balls, but no. He crossed his right leg over his left knee to show me a purple-brown sore on his ankle. I knew what it was, what he was telling me. It was a little over an inch wide. Oddly shaped. "Does it hurt?" "No. No hurt. It looks like a half a wishbone, yes? Ma Ma said my wishes were almost gone when I showed it to her. I think she partly blames herself. We were in the Chicago and I was doing bad things -- we all were. Talia got the abortion. Right before we come here I was sick so badly. I am better, but I have death inside me. It has just waiting to do. Tell me your thinking right now." I grabbed those giant toes and looked into his eyes. "I thought you said we were going to kiss." He smiled brightly. "Yes. Finish the wine with me. It is no allowed upstairs." We sat quietly and sipped. I wished so much there was a TV on. There needed to be a third party present...otherwise I had to deal with a large, handsome gypsy next to me. A man with AIDS who wanted to give me his babies. I tried to think of something to say, but I was too busy taking in every detail of his growing erection. I realized I'd take everything that weapon had to give. I tried to maintain some cool, but then he kissed me. On the mouth. Long and deep as we shared each others' breath. I'd never done this before. I thought my heart would explode. We devoured each other with intense kissing for almost 10 minutes. I no longer had free will as he led me up the creaking stairs. His room was a single. Lord only knows where are the others slept. There was just a mattress on the floor, although it was dully fitted with sheets, pillows and a comforter. It smelled strongly of body odor...but I kind of liked it. "How many pillow you use, Alec?" "Two. One under my head and one to hold." "I will give you one for the head and you hold me then." His big bare feet hung off the edge of the mattress. He put his arms behind his head and I noticed what an out-of-control bush he had in his armpits. He looked me up and down with a look that said 'get nude'. We were telepathic all the sudden. I mentally apologized for how skinny and pale I was. "Is OK. I hope I do not break you in pieces." I felt his feverish body heat from three feet away. I had a full-on boner and was a little dizzy. He motioned me to come lay down as he stroked his giant dark dick. I remember how much I liked sucking it before, and so I knelt down and took Maran's penis in my mouth again. It was so hard and seemed to have a life of its own. "You do too much work. Lay down and the dizzy will go away. Then I do the working for both of us." I lied back on my assigned spot with my one pillow. This was happening. There were no lights on at my parents' house, and they asleep with no idea where I was or what I was doing. "Maran?..." I felt a question in my head, but didn't have a way to ask it. "Shh. You never have done this, yes?" "No. I've never done anything...voluntarily." He was quiet for a few seconds. "It will be hurting very much. My first time taking the dick, I screamed like tiny girl." I somehow had forgotten how to breathe or blink. "It's okay. I want this," I said in my mind. "Yes. This house has many ears. My suggest is that you lay on your stomach...face in pillow." I did as told. "Take a deep breathe of air." He climbed on top of me. His giant body felt like a redwood tree made of flesh and fur. He pressed my legs apart with his full weight, and his dick pressed into my hole. NO! I lifted my head up and started to protest. He pressed my face back into the pillow. I inhaled the pungent smell of him as he kept pushing his giant tool into me. It was impossible pain. Literally. It wasn't possible to hurt this bad and still be alive. My screams went right directly into the pillow. "Yes. I am all the way in your insides now. Feels so nice. I will shoot seed very soon." He pumped and thrust and sweat. I wish I could say the pain turned to pleasure, but it did not. "Oh! Take these children...NOW!" He heaved one last time and was still. "Yes. Now we are family." I lifted my face off the pillow and groaned. "Did you like it?" "Very much yes. You have blood on you. The bathroom is just across from here. No hot water just now." I went there as soon as I could stand. It was like the rest of the house -- dim and messy. I was dripping blood and in pain. I mopped up a little with wet toilet paper. It took some time, and I was afraid Maran was already asleep. And he was. I lie next to him and listened to his breathing. Not one part of me was sleepy. He dozed for awhile and I stared at the moonlight dancing on the ceiling. We made love two more times -- the third time I was on my back. If finally felt good. I could see why people did this. I came twice that night. At some point, Maran got up and opened the window so that we could "sleep to the songs pf the stars". I hugged his big, musky frame until dawn. In the morning, I got up and dressed in the previous night's clothes. Maran was sleeping like a rock, snoring a little. Maybe I'd go out and enjoy the morning air before going home. I always had clearer thoughts outdoors. I needed to do some thinking now. But there were awakened sounds downstairs. Ma Ma and two of the females were making breakfast. That shyness I was cursed with returned. I didn't feel like I could just leave. I just walked into the kitchen and said "Good morning." The girls were delighted to see me, but the old lady didn't turn away from the stove. One of them started to pour me a cup of coffee, but Ma Ma stopped them with no words, just a gesture. She still hadn't turned to look at me. "He is no coffee. Leaves us for four minute." The girls giggled and breezed past me. Two of them went upstairs and two went outside. I knew they were all talking about me. Ma Ma finally turned and looked at me. "The stranger is still wear red. I can get you one of Thone's clean shirt. He is thin like you." "No. Thank you, but I am fine." "Not fine. Here...I brew you this tea. It help you heal. Stop the blood." She pushed a teacup toward me. It smelled nice. We sat across from each other at the table. "You are very kind, Ma Ma." "I know everything, Alec. I can see and hear things even in sleep. You need to say things now?" "I...No. I mean...." "Yes. Go on?" "I feel very different today. I think I love Maran." "I knew that. Love is what it is. My longtime dead husband and me had so much love we think we invented it. We did not. Maran is my oldest grandson. He has a golden heart and is a leader. One day I be underground and he will lead this family. He has claimed you now. He know your heart and thoughts forever...you give a man your blood and he is in it at all time. Drink your tea. It is no good when cold." I consumed the tea and her words. I wanted to rush upstairs and see my man. "He will be down soon. I fry ham and all get out of bed right soon." She could read my thoughts, but hers were unreadable so far. As the skillet heated up and the wonderful aroma drifted through the house, there were noises from upstairs. The men all lumbered down, wearing t-shirts and shorts. Maran looked so beautiful with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He squeezed my shoulder and took the chair next to mine. I mentally told me that I loved him. His voice was suddenly booming in my head. 'Yes. We eat some and then go out to walk. We can kiss once more and hold.' The end? Not quite. I was at the gypsy house more than my own in the following weeks. I was so addicted to Maran. There were a few days when I had to concentrate on finals and couldn't visit. I felt dead inside. But it all ended when I graduated. The whole family arrived and sat as close as they could. My parents must have known something....I hadn't talked about college or moving or anything like that. I took care of that the next day. I packed up a few things, withdrew all the college from my bank account, and moved in with my new family. We're in Alabama now. Maran and I are both healthy (me more than him). It's all good. It's better than good.

well, you would make a great slut boy if that is what you decide to do!

Part 5 I woke up, groggy, having no idea how long I was out. I could see Billy still passed out on his dirty mattress, laying face down, his smooth, white bubble butt reaching into the air. His legs were parted, and I could see his pink asshole, it looked normal after the brutal rape it had endured. I realized I've never seen his anus before, but then why would I have? I've seen him naked my whole life, was the first person to see when he sprouted pubic hair, even knew what his cock looked like shooting cum. After all, we were normal teenage boys who would get tittie mags and jerk off together during sleepovers, ( which was constant). But I've never seen his butthole, or thought about it. Now, seeing it for the first time, I was finding myself oddly mesmerized by it, it's pinkness, it's hairlessness, so unlike my own very hairy hole, and found my dick stirring. Fuck! What was happening to me? I pushed his ass out of my mind and crawled to the water dick, stroking and sucking to quench my thirst. I could hear Billy stir from his sleep. "Randy." He whispered. "What buddy?" "Just making sure you're still here." "I won't leave you buddy. I promise." I heard a door open as several men, including our captor entered. As they approached our cells, I could see they all held tasers. "All right 40 and 41. We're going to open your cells, don't try anything stupid. We can do far worse than taser you bitches!" Said our captor. They guided us to the corner where there were a couple of shower heads. Cold water was turned on and we grabbed bars of soap, washing quickly to get it over with. We were then led to the private rooms area. We were ushered into a room where and elderly couple of men waited for us. They looked like skeletons with their sunken eyes and frail bodies. I was repulsed. The men who brought us in made us sit down as they pulled out some needles. They grabbed Billy's arm first, and he fought them. He quit fighting however as a cattle prod was applied to his genitals. He jumped and screamed which made all the men laugh. He started to cry as he reluctantly allowed the men to stick his arm, causing him to cough as his eyes rolled back. Then they did the same with me. Next they stretched rubber cock rings around our privates and quickly injected us both with shots into our dicks. The drugs had a quick effect on both of us, as our cocks got rock hard. I was feeling horny as fuck and prayed they didn't expect us to fuck the skeleton twins. All the men but one left, and he was a big muscle brute. He told us, " These men have paid a lot of money for tonight. Do what your told!" The old men leared at us as one of the skeletons told Billy to lay on the floor. "We want to watch your friend fuck you, Blondie." He said. "No way!" Cried Billy right before the muscle brute clocked him upside his head, dropping him. I instinctively lunged for Billy to try and protect him, but was too slow. Billy crumpled grabbing his head. "Billy." I whispered, crouching next to him, "Don't make it worse. Do what they say!" He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I just grabbed him and kissed him lightly, which pleased the old men. I moved between his legs, spreading them apart, and placed my throbbing cock at his back door. Billy shivered as tears ran down his cheeks. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry budddy. I love you." With that I plunged my cock into my best friend, hard, bottoming out in one mighty thrust. Billy howled in pain, but I knew better than to stop. I knew they wanted us to hurt, and as bad as I felt for Billy, I couldn't stop. Or rather, I didn't want to stop. I've never felt a pussy as sweet as my best friends ass. I became a wildman, pounding my buddy as hard as I could. Billy yelled his discomfort for a bit before his screams turned to moans and he was soon using his ass to stroke my cock as I raped him. We started kissing furiously as I pounded him, somehow both of us knowing this was the only comfort we would find together. I got lost in my buddy, enjoying him in a way I never thought i would. I broke our kiss as I reared back my head and pumped a big load into his sweet bubble butt. Reluctantly I finally pulled out, my cock filthy with Billy's shit and blood and my cum. "Clean his cock off blondie." Ordered one of the skeletons. I started to put my dirty cock in Billy's mouth, but that was too much for him, and he resisted. A quick jolt from the cattle prod and Billy opened wide as I put my still hard cock in his mouth. Billy wretched as he sucked the filth off my dick. When he finished, I was bent over a couch, and Billy was lined up behind me. Without being told, Billy rammed his fat cock into me with one hard jam. I screamed as my own poor abused ass was now on the receiving end. Billy showed me no mercy or tenderness as he took his frustrations out on me. He pounded me hard, over and over. Soon the pain turn pleasurable and I was moaning for more. "Fuck me Billy." I said without even realizing it. " FUCK ME!" I cried as the old men cheered Billy on. Billy grabbed my shoulders and jackhammered me as hard as he could before finally letting out a tribal scream and unloading in my ass. When he finally pulled out, I instantly moved to clean off his cock. To my surprise, as I opened my mouth, Billy grabbed the back of my head, ramming his 9 inches right down my throat. I gagged and puked a little as my own shit was forced down my throat, but soon his cock was clean. The old men slowly clapped as they stood up, removing their robes to reveal their emaciated frames and throbbing hard cocks. One grabbed Billy, the other grabbed me, forcing us side by side on the couch. The old men mounted us from behind and drove their nasty old man cocks into us. Billy instinctively grabbed my hand as we were used by the skeletons, squeezing it tight. The old men fucked us for a long time before they finally each deposited their cum into the teenage whores they had rented. When they pulled out, I had to clean the cock that had been up Billy's ass, and he and to clean the other. Without another word, the guard took us back to our cells. Billy and I sat in our cells for a long time in silence, digesting what had happened. "Randy." Billy finally whispered. "Yea?" "Did you like me fucking you?" "Um, well, kinda I guess." More silence. "Randy" "Yea?" "Do you think they had aids?" "Yea, I think they might." More silence as I heard Billy quietly sobbing. "Hey buddy, shhh, come here." I slid my mattress so it was against Billy's bars, and he did the same. We laid down and reached through the bars, stroking each others heads in silence.

Part 4 After the last man left, my captor left me in the sling and put the headphones on me like he had Billy. Then I saw him wheel the dildo machine up to me. I could see it was dirty. My captor just laughed. "Yea, that's your buddies blood and ass funk on there. Figured no sense in cleaning it, just gonna get dirtier." He laughed. I shuddered as bile filled my mouth. He lined the fake cock up to my sore lips, pressing the head firmly against what I knew was a puffy red hole. My captor just whistled as he picked up another needle and put it in my arm. He pushed the plunger and I felt a new surge rush through me as I coughed. Then he turned on the headphones and flipped the switch on the machine. Instantly new pain ripped into my freshly raped hole and I screamed, unable to do anything else. The recording started and I was subjected to a man's deep voice telling me over and over again that I was a faggot, a slut, a slave, etc. I cried as my ass was mercilessly pummeled by the fake cock, knowing Billy had already endured this particular torture. I had no sense of time, but it had to be several hours. The pain eventually turned to pleasure, much to my shock. But after a while it turned back into pain as my ass was literally fucked raw, the cum long used up, the fake cock basically rubbing dry skin. I was sobbing and in great pain when my captor finally turned it off and released me from the sling, dragging me toward a cell. He threw me in it and locked the door, leaving the room. I lay there, in pain, trying to grasp the full reality of my situation. I could barely move when I heard Billy whispering. "Randy! Randy! You ok?" I rolled toward my friends voice. He was in the cell next to me. I crawled to the bars that separated us, desperate for his contact. I could see him reaching for me and we embraced as much as we could. "Oh Billy," I cried, " are you ok? I'm so sorry!" "Where are we Randy? What's happening to us? I'm scared!" "Me too buddy. Me too." I debated if I should share what I know with him, but I figured he should know, so I related what I've been told. "Oh God Randy, are we gonna die?" "No!" I croaked through my dry throat. "We'll get out of here. I promise!" "Be quiet!" I heard another voice whisper. "They can hear us! And we're all trapped here. There is no escape!" "Is that true Randy? I don't want to die here!" I knew we wouldn't die here, but I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth at this point. "I need water." I croaked. 'You have to drink it from the cock in the wall. It's humiliating" replied Billy. I looked around in the dim light and could see a fake cock sticking out on the back wall. I crawled to it, already knowing I was expected to suck it for water. I put my mouth around the tip and sucked. Nothing. I sucked harder. Still nothing. "You have to put your hand around it like your jerking it to make the water come out." Billy whispered. I almost laughed a little to myself. Of course they would come up with such a way to drink. I grabbed the cock and milked it, savoring the precious water as it flowed into my mouth. A door opened and a man came in, went to a cage, and pulled a man out and made him follow him out of the dungeon. "Where does that go?" I asked. "Private rooms." Answered the voice I couldn't yet see. "We serve clients back there." I shuddered knowing what he meant. I had been told we would be sold to men for their perverse pleasures. I could only imagine, given what I already knew. Another 2 men came in through another door and approached our cells. They approached Billy's cell first and opened it. Billy, always the hero wannabe, ran past the men once the cell was opened. They just laughed as Billy tried to run. One man aimed something at Billy, and in seconds Billy lay on the ground, shaking and screaming from the taser he had just received. The other man just plunged a needle into Billy, and he went limp. They dragged him back to the cell, threw him on the dirty and locked the door. Then they opened my door. "You gonna be stupid like your friend?" I knew there was no point in fighting and gave them my arm right before everything went black again.

Part 2 After I heard the car door open and close, I blacked out. I woke up in a massive bed. The room had no furniture in it except for the bed and a side table next to it. The wall was a full mirror as was the ceiling. I sat up and looked around. At that moment the door opened. It was Tom, he walked into the room smiling, still wearing his black slacks and white shirt. “Hey sleepy head, you blacked out. How are you feeling?” “Where am I?” “I brought you back to my place, I didn’t know where you lived so had no choice really. Look it’s only about 1 in the morning, you weren’t out for long. Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll drive you home?” I had so many thoughts racing through my head, mostly I was relieved that nothing bad had happened. I really needed to piss and I’d been in bed with my clothes on so I felt a bit sticky and sweaty. I agreed and Tom showed me an ensuite bathroom. When I was having my shower I noticed an enema attachment on one of the hoses. I thought I owed Tom a good night seeing as he helped me. So I cleaned myself out, just in case. Once out the shower, I went back into the bedroom to find Tom sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. I was just in my towel and blushed as I looked around for my clothes. “Come over here, let me dry you off boy.” Tom said smiling at me, calling me boy made me cock twitch. Tom started to rub my towel over my body, he carefully opened it up to reveal my now growing cock. I blushed. He took the towel and carefully made sure I was completely dry, focusing especially on my ass and cock. “Hmm, you’re a bit bushy down there boy” “Sorry, it’s been a while” “Don’t worry about it, let me tidy you up.” Tom said with a wink. I’d never had another guy shave any part of me before, I wasn’t particularly hairy but I’d left myself for too long. Tom took me to the ensuite and lathered up some soap over my cock and balls, teasingly jerking my cock a few times. He then took an open razor and clean shaved my entire crotch, I hadn’t been that smooth since before puberty. He turned me around and did the same to my ass. Once he was satisfied I was smooth he put me in the shower again and told me to rinse off. “Did you clean your ass for me boy?” I nodded and explained that I felt I had to make it up to him for looking after me. He just smiled and turned back to the bedroom. I rinsed off, grabbed a towel and followed him. Once in the bedroom he again sat on the bed and dried me off. I just stood there hard as a rock. I leant down towards him to kiss him but he pulled away and took the back of my head and forced it into his crotch. “Been wanting to do that all night kiddo.” I started nuzzling his crotch and then slowly undid the zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was semi hard and already about 8 inches and as thick as a beer can. I gulped. “Don’t worry boy I don’t expect you to take all of it but a little tease wont hurt.” Tom lifted me onto the bed we 69’d, he had his clothes on the entire time. I managed to get just past the head of his cock in my mouth and was beginning to enjoy myself when I realised he was sliding his finger into my ass, he had used just spit and it scratched a little as he pushed in. “Fuck boy, you’ve got a tight cunt!” Tom said slapping my ass cheek. He flipped me on to my back and spread my legs wide, eating out my ass. I was moaning like I had never done before. My ex never rimmed me and I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, heck I couldn’t remember the last time I had kissed a guy! It was almost euphoric. Tom grabbed some lube and started fingering my ass, he slowly worked up to 3 of his thick fingers in my hole. He grabbed the lube and started coating his cock. “Have you got a condom?” I asked “I don't have unsafe sex, I’m negative and scared of getting anything. Not that I think you do…” “Shh boy.” Tom said with a wicked smile, he reached to the unit next to the bed and grabbed a Condom. He made a show of tearing it open carefully and sliding it down his now 12in hard cock. The condom barely made it half way down the shaft it was so thick. “Please go slow, it’s been a long time” I whimpered as Toms cock teased at my hole. “I won’t put it all in, just the tip, enough to make you feel good boy.” I sighed as he slid a couple of thick inches into me, he slowly rocked the top of his beautiful cock in and out of my hole, after a while he asked if we could change positions because he wanted to cum. I rolled onto my front and again felt him slide a couple of inches into me. He kept up a steady pace and then I felt his restraint as he came. He didn’t pound deep into me but just pulsed where he was. “Shit, the condom broke” Panic rushed through me like an icy chill. “Are you sure, shit, are you clean. Fuck” I got up and immediately ran to the bathroom, I started to try push out his cum but it must have been deeper than I thought because nothing came out, when I wiped my ass there was some blood on the toilet tissue. “Look kiddo it happens, don’t let it ruin the fun” Tom said while pulling me in for a tight hug. I felt his strong arms hold me in place and his cock grow again slightly. Although he never said if he was clean or not, but I didn’t dwell on it. When I glanced at his now sweaty shirt I could see colours of a tattoo under his shirt, but I couldn’t make them out. Tom gave me my clothes and he took me back to my apartment, as I was getting out the car he took my hand. “John, I’m sorry if tonight seemed a bit much.. I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow and take you for some drinks to make up for tonight. I won’t take no for an answer boy” “I normally have stuff on over the weekend and I enjoyed myself but I should probably go and get myself checked tomorrow and… “ I babbled on “Kiddo, I’m picking you up tomorrow, end of discussion.” With that he let go of my hand, pushed me back and slammed the car door. He drove off, leaving me at the side of the road, not quite sure what had happened, and what was to come.

And then Chad shows up. Chad is big, horny Greek dude in his late thirties; his boyfriend is a hot Latino. They're not offically "open" but they fuck around on each other constantly. They frequent the baths, but never together. Chad missed the show last time. And he's damned sure not to miss it tonight. He enters the room and wordlessly unwraps the towel from his waist, showing up a thick, veined monster cock the size of a forearm. Coach grins. "Oh, baby, Fuck yeah." Chad is something of a legend round these parts for being too big to fit through the glory holes. Even the slut bottoms fear Chad's monstercock. Georgie tried to ride him once, but only got a couple of inches in before giving up. Chad usually has to settle for jacking off unless he can find a freshly fisted guy on muscle relaxants or horse tranqualizers who's been opened up enough to take him. The boy can't see what he's in for, but he can feel Chad's meat as Chad positions himself between his spread out thighs and slaps it across his buttocks to warm bot of them up for the fucking ahead. Nothing his master done could have prepared him for the twelve-and-a-half inches of hell about to invade his rectum. He shudders in fear. The boy moans and grunts as Chad squeezes his daikon radish of a cock into the boy's hole. Though it's been opened up by a half-dozen willing cocks, nothing has prepared him for the invasion it is feeling from a cock as thick as a strong man's wrist and long enough to tickle his tits from the inside. The puckered sides of his asshole strain to accept Chad's swollen head. "Steady, Kyle," Coach says, the only word of encouragement he has offered the boy all night. Chad doesn't fuck around, he slides that monster in until his pubes touch the boy's ass. Kyle grimaces in agony, he's crying out now, mostly incoherent, but the phrase, "please fuck no" escapes his mouth more than once. For once, coach, probably aware of how much agony it is for a slender young twink to take a monstercock like Chad's doesn't admonish him to be quiet. When Chad makes his first thrust, the boy whimpers. "Just relax," Chad tells him. "I'm going to fuck you 'til I cum no matter what. There's nothing you can do about it. And it'll go a lot easier if you just relax and take it." To make his point, his next thrust is harder and deeper, he's obviously pushed through the second sphincter. He thrusts again, and Kyle doesn't know whether he's in agony or ecstasy, such is the mix of sensations flooding his brain. Chad goes easy on him for the first five minutes, thrusting in slowly and pulling out slowly as Kyle's chute learns to accept the length and breadth of the monster squeezing inside him. But after that, Chad picks up the pace, pulling his dick farther out on the downstroke, and pressing it in harder on the upstroke. Sometimes, he tries to squirm free, or raise his arms as though to push Chad away, but Chad just pushes them back down. After a while, Kyle just succumbs to the fucking he is getting, as though he has gone through the pain and come out the other side. He's breathing really hard, gritting his teeth, biting his lip against the severe thrusts Chad is throwing into him, but he gives up trying to escape. The jism from the other men has become a foamy coating on Chad's head and shaft as he fucks the kid. Everything that was in the kid's bowels is being churned together into one frothy mass by the action of Chad's monstercock. Chad's rhythm gets even faster and his breath starts coming in abbreviated gasps as his huge cock grinds in and out of Kyle's tortured hole. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," he chants. "Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. Oh f-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k!" In mid-thrust, he shoots his load deep into Kyle's ravaged guts. His rhythm and motion diminish, his remaining thrusts grind his manload deep into the torn-up walls of the boy's rectum. 'Coach' himself has shot a load watching the onslaught on his boy's ass. His big meaty hand is coated with wads of slick white cum. "Oh, shit," coach says, catching his breath. "Whew." Chad slowly extracts his beast from inside as the boy whimpers softly. His cock makes a suction sound as he pulls his head from the boy's hole. Kyle's asshole is a wide gaping hole after the pounding it took from Chad; his eyes are wet and he's been crying. Underneath him, though, drops of white cum have spattered the floor. In the midst of his hard fucking, Kyle came, too. Chad picks up his towel from the floor and begins sponging off. "Fuck, that was great. Where do you find theses boys?" Chad asks. Coach looks at him like he is an idiot. "Within ten miles of this spot, there's a college, an army base, a rest area, and a prison for young offenders 18-21. It's like a gaddam hunting preserve." He winks. "You might say the Government sends me boys and I make men out of 'em." As he talks, he thrusts one of his rough, muscly hands into the crack between the boys ass cheeks and roughly works two then three fingers into has rectum, massaging in the loads the boy has taken earlier in the night and mixing his own with them. "Don't you dare make a sound," he orders Kyle. He scoops more cum from underneath the boy and shoves it in, mixing Kyle's cum in his ass with the cum of all the men who've fucked him. Chad wraps his towel around himself. "Every other month, me and some of the guys have a party. It's pretty exclusive, but if you're willing to bring some 'entertainment,' we'd love to have you. Interested?" Coach half-grinned. "I might be able to arrange something for ya."

Part 1 I started to regaine consciousness, slowly shaking the fog out of my brain, unable to immediately focus my eyes. My first realization was that my arms were stretched over my head, spread apart and strapped down. My legs were in a similar position, spread and tied. I slowly realized my chest and stomach were also strapped down and the only thing I could move was my head. Apparently I was on what I would eventually learn was a "St. Andrew's Cross" As the fog cleared I tried to yell out, only to emit a muffled scream. Something round and hard filled my mouth, preventing me from speaking. I started to panic as I realized I was totally naked and completely vulnerable. Then my eyes started to finally focus and fresh terror ripped through my heart. There, about 10 feet in front of me was Billy, my best friend since childhood. He too was naked, but in a different position from me. His head and hands were placed in wooden stocks. A leather sling was under his chest and stomach, hanging from chains connected to the ceiling, and his feet were spread wide, chained to rings in the floor. He was still unconscious, but I could see a metal contraption in his mouth, spreading it wide open. Drool ran out of his mouth forming a puddle on the floor. I tried to scream his name, but was unable too. The summer had started just as it should. Billy and I were recent high school graduates and had decided to take an exciting road trip before we went to our seperate colleges. We had been friends our whole lives, brothers really. Grade school, junior high, high school, boy scouts, sports, girls, we had been through it all together. A buddy road trip seemed the perfect way to begin our lives apart from each other. By the way, I'm Randy. I stand a nice 6'2" with a toned but slim body. I've got green eyes and curly brown hair. The kind all the girls are jealous of. I already had a full beard and some chest hair with very, hairy legs. Billy was the complete opposite. He was 5'9" with a compact muscular frame, which helped him take state in wrestling. He had blond hair, and big puppy dog brown eyes, which drove the girls crazy, and a surprisingly large 8 inch cock on his small frame, which also drove the girls crazy. I knew this cause lets face it, Billy and I had always seen each other naked. I sported a nice 7 1/2 myself. Billy still just peach fuzz on his baby face. He definitely didn't look 18. It was our 4th day on the road, and we were in the middle of bum fuck Texas on our way to New Orleans when it happened. BAM!! No more radiator. "Fucking God Damn Shit Billy!" I yelled at him from under the hood. "I told you your piece of shit car wouldn't make the trip!" "Fuck you Randy! How was I supposed to know the radiator would blow?" "Jesus, not even fucking cell reception in this God forsaken place!" I complained. "Well, nothing we can do about it but wait for someone to stop and help. I'll have my dad wire us money to get it fixed." We waited till long after the sun went down. A couple cars drove by, but noone would stop for a couple of guys in the middle of nowhere. "Well, we might as well hunker down for the night." said Billy, "someone's sure to stop tomorrow." So we climed in the car to get some sleep. The night was cold, so we snuggled for body warmth. No big deal for bros. We woke to someone banging on the windows. "Wake up boys!" yelled a deep voice. "Looks like you need old Earls help!" We jumped up and out of the car to find a large, toothless black man with a tow truck. "Fuck yea dude!" I exclaimed! "You saved our fucking asses!" "Yall's asses gonna need saving!" chuckled Earl. Before I knew what was happenening, I saw Earl jam a needle into Billys neck, instantly dropping him. I turned to run but felt Earl grab my arm as a needle was plunged into the back of my neck. Then everything went black.

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.

Recap of last weekend. Friday I was invited to a private sex party organised by a couple every 4-6 weeks. Last time was not exactly what I expected/hoped but decided to go anyway and took a taxi to their place. Overall about 13 or so guys. A lot who I had seen there before, a few new ones. A few left early while others stayed the whole night. One of the hosts fucked me first but no load. He likes to save it up for later. A lot of tops did I found out. Over the next few hours got fucked a lot by different guys from slow fucks (oops, shot my load on the couch...) to deep and hard poundings. Big dicked muscle bear and his (average sized) otter husband both took several turns in my hole pounding the hell out of me but didn't cum. Hours later by 3am I 'only' had three loads in my ass. Guess the bottom twink was the favorite cum dump. My ass was starting to feel sore and I decided it was time to go. There were only a few guys left anyway and most were just hanging on the couch watching porn smoking and drinking. Asked the host if I could use the phone to call a taxi. Big dicked guy asked where I needed to go (downtown) and then said he and his man were leaving too and they could drop me off. Nearing my place he asked if I fancied a nightcap and they could come up 'for a minute'. A minute! LOL. They left around 04.30 after pounding two fresh loads in my hole and the bear squirting another one in my throat. Otter said they loved my silky hole. Now I was really sore. Exchanged phone numbers but they live a 2 hours drive away. Anyway, even when the party not always delivers what I expect it's a great place to meet new guys. Saturday and Sunday I was expecting my regulars. Saturday night the slightly drunk (what's new?) Polish guy. One load. He tried for a 2nd but couldn't cum again and gave up. Told him he didn't have to wait until Saturday to contact me if he was horny. Maybe that spices up my usually uneventful weekdays LOL. So who knows. FB texted me he couldn't make it for our Sunday afternoon session. Fuck! I always look forward to it as he is such a great top but considering the state of my hole maybe it was better I gave it a rest. Did manage to give a blowjob to a guy I have sucked off before Sunday night.

Not sure if Coach was ever going to come through or not, but Chad set up an 'event' at the bath house where a blond twink from the community college ('Danny') and a bearded young cub from the Army base ('Dennis') were trussed up and bred by Chad and a dozen of his good buddies. Chad had lured the twink; meeting him on Grindr. Chad's shared pics showing a dick that swung almost to his knees was pretty powerful bait. The cub Dennis was a referral from one of his buds, who'd hooked up with him on BBRT. Most of his buddies were men in their thirties and forties, some regulars at the sex club, and others were just Chad's favorite fuckbuddies. The Army cub was a hairy fuck, about 6 foot tall and 220 pounds, and he climbs into the sling with a big smile on his face. "Come at me, bro!" he calls out, like he's ready to take on each of the 13 guys Chad has invited. The first to take him up on his offer is a tall, hairy viking nicknamed 'Redbeard,' a big furry ginger bear in his late forties. He sidled up between the cub's legs and pressed his thick heavy meat into the cub's hungry, eager hole. The cub took it like a trooper. "Aw, man, shit yes," the cub called. "Ride me fucker, that's right, ride my fucking shithole." Chad takes the first crack at the twink, who lies on his back on a bench; it was a rigged-up affair, a padded board attached to a pair of sawhorses; sort of like a weight bench, but higher off the ground so the bottom could be fucked without the top bending over. It also gave the bottom the option of lying on his stomach if he wanted the fucking anonymous, or on his back if he wanted to see the men who were fucking him. The twink chose to lie on his back. Chad begins by treating the little blond bitch to some firm pinches on his nipples. "Ow!" This makes Chad pinch even harder and the twink grimaces against it. “Just take the pain,” Chad tells him. “It will take your mind off what's happening next.” Chad then slaps his very, very large erect cock against the twink’s balls, showing off its full impressive length. The blond twink's eyes light up with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Chad slicks up his dick, with its head the size of a child's fist, with Aqualube as the blond takes in a long huff of poppers held out to him by Randy; a dark-haired, brown-eyed college student, aside from the twink the youngest guy there whose initiation to Chad's group had been on the very same rough bench. (Randy had been the center attraction at an event last year, and one of the few who got invited back. He was so fresh-faced and innocent the guys had just loved wrecking his sweet ass. There were rumors out that he was trading that sweet ass for drugs, now. Guess that sweet innocence didn't last too long.) As the poppers took hold, the twink puts his hands under his thighs the better to spread his legs and expose the pink star of his fuckhole. Chad begins the long and painful process of squeezing his enormous cock into the barely used hole, and both of them are locked in concentration; Chad from trying to squeeze his oversized dick into the tight spot, the twink from trying to bear up to the damage he knows his coming. The twink's smooth taut abdomen quivers, and the muscles in his arms... such as they were … tense and he grips the chains so tight red marks are gouged in his palms. He closes his eyes tight and grits his teeth; in agony but determined to off himself up as a sacrifice to Chad's big dick. The head finally squeezes into his tight hole and then the first four inches of his thick shaft and then the twink's face screws up and he cries out. "No, no, stop... hold on, I need to... um... just hold on..." Chad pauses just long enough for the twink to relax a little bit, then push the next four inches into his hole. "Oh... fuck...," the twink cries out again. Chad pushes all of it in, then draws out all but his head, the chains creak as he pulls out and the twink pushes back. Then he pushes in again. "Oh, fuck," the twink near tears, his knuckles white around the cold metal chains. He continues to complain as Chad begins really fucking him, building a pace and rhythm; and as Chad began really driving it home, the twink's cries and moans lose all coherence. Chad starts breathing faster and harder, and then he came with a few more hard thrusts. When he drew his cock out, its tip glistening with residual cum. The next guy to get a shot was Chad's buddy Carlo. Not as hung as Chad, but just as horny and twisted. He was one of the older guys, the deep lines on his face betrayed his black-dyed hair and pencil moustache. Carlo was doctor, and he wrote prescriptions for Viagra, Cialis, and Truvada for Chad and his other friends, and used the same to keep himself hard, erect, and undetectable. He also wrote prescriptions for Oxy for any young dude willing to let the doc rawfuck him. That wasn't the worst part; the worst part was that his wife didn't know about any of it. Carlo rubs his hard dick against the crease of the twinks buttcheeks a few times as the twink's holes, still wide from Chad's brutal assault, try to close. He slides into the twink's slick hole and gets to fucking rapidly, reaching a hard pistoning rhythm almost instantly. Nearby, Redbeard hadn't yet finished with the cub, but sweat is beading on his brow as he hard fucks the young, meaty soldier, who was loving every fucking second of it. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, daddy. Fuck me like that! FUCK ME LIKE THAT,” he shouts over the clanks of the chains of the sling. The other guys are starting to get really horned up watching all this and one of them, a biker bear called, no shit, 'Bear,' sported a thick beer-can of a chubby. Randy was getting cock-hungry and it doesn’t take long for him to get down on his knees and that beercock to find its way into his warm mouth and then deep into his throat. Bear cups the back of his head to make sure he takes it. Not that Randy needs the help. Randy joyously slobbers over the cockhead then took it deep back in his throat. Carlo came pretty quick, and you could tell when he was getting close because he got really tense and every vein in lean body stood out against his taut skin. He gave the twink his load after less than a minute and Redbeard came almost at the same time. Carlo shoots his load with a silent shudder, but Redbeard’s orgasm is accompanied by loud, gutteral groans of release. Bear comes almost at the same time, roaring, “Yeah, that’s suck my cum, you faggot” as Randy swallows eagerly. The twink, the Army cub, and Randy take simultaneous loads deep in their guts. After Carlo is finished, Big Eddie... a big, blond electrical lineman... steps up for his turn on the twink's ass. Bid Eddie wasn't as big as Chad... nobody was... but like Bear he was plenty thick. Even after the stretching Chad gave him, the twink wasn't ready for Big Eddie. "It hurts," whined the twink as Big Eddie's big thick cock enters his sore ass. The other men laugh at him. Over at the sling, Austin – a handsome, trim grad student in his early thirties with a chin strap beard – was lining up his cock against the cub's hole. Austin is wearing his leather harness and spots a 1 gauge PA at the head of his above average large pink cock. The sight of it makes the Army cub's eyes light up. “Oh, yeah, fuck me with that.” Austin smiles... he had great teeth... and plunges his dick into the cub's manhole. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” moaned the Army cub. “Shit… fuck…” “You're ... hurting... me...” the twink whined again from the fuck bench. “I can't do this anymore. I can't... I can't...” Without breaking rhythm at all, Big Eddie sticks his hand into the twink's mouth, "Somebody get me a gag." Daddy Ron ... the oldest guy there, with a paunchy gut and a handlebar moustache ... pulled a dirty red handkerchief from his back pocket and tied the rag over the twink's mouth, saying, “We've had enough of your whining, you pathetic whimpering little bitch. Now, will shut the fuck up and enjoy the privilege of superior men using your sad twink faggot ass!” After that, the twink got a lot quieter. The chloroform in the rag might have had something to do with it. It didn't knock him out, but once he breathed enough of it in, has was pretty much a helpless to spectator to everything that was done to him, which was a lot, and only got more perverse as the night went on. After Big Eddie's fat dick discharged one of his notoriously large loads into the twink, he moves over to the sling, planning to give the cub a ride once Austin shoost his load. The next guy up is Reggie the black state trooper; of course, without his uniform, he was just another light-skinned, big-dicked black guy whose dick had the most beautiful upward curve to its glistening brown and pink tip. He mounts the twink fast and rides him hard, muttering, “You like nigger dick, bitch? Take my nigger dick, bitch! Fuck you, you little white faggot bitch.” Meanwhile, the Army cub was getting his share of dick as well. His first ever ride in a sling, his first ever gang bang. The tatted cub eagerly took in each of the men who wanted to fuck his ass. His ass is hairy, and despite the multiple assaults has remained pretty tight, and the hairs around his asshole, though slick, provided friction. He verbally encouraged the men; not with groans, but with words. “Oh, yeah, fuck me dude. Give me that fucking load dude.” And, “Fuck, yeah, dude, screw it in me,” demanding a finishing thrust after the load is delivered. Fucking the twink was different. His slick, loosened hole briefly resisted each dick that invaded it. By the fourth fuck, his insides were so slick with lube and cum that his resistance was meaningless. Chad and Big Eddie had opened him up good, and as man thrusted a little harder and slapped it in rougher to create more friction and resistance than 'Danny's' ravaged ass could offer any more. His muscles still tensed and released, out of rhythm with the cocks that thrust inside. Load after hot load mixed with the others and his guts became a stew of DNA. Round about 2 or 3 in the morning, most of the men were spent by then. The cub was satisfied with the eight or nine loads he had taken, and the twink was out of it; eyes open, responsive to a touch or a command directed at him but otherwise pretty out of it. The twink’s sweet, smooth, round bubble-butt is dripping and his hole is gaping and raw after maybe ten or a dozen more guys have had their way with it. His eyes, color undetectable in the dim light, have glazed and his mouth hung open. Drool drips from a corner of his pale lips. Maybe at the back of his mind he realizes he got more than he bargained for, but this late in the game, he is powerless to do anything about it. Every time he so much as moaned, Daddy Ron or one of the other guys would cuff him upside the head. “Shut up, bitch-boy.” So he stopped after a while. As the party was winding down, Chad was whispering something in the cub's ear that makes his eyes light up. “Yes, sir,” he agrees eagerly. Chad makes Randy hold his hand under the cub's asshole while he pushes out the cumloads he has taken that night. Then Randy carries them over to the twink while two of Chad's buddies pull his legs apart, revealing a wide open, abused hole that has already leaking from a dozen loads. Randy presses his handful of loads into the twink's gaping hole; ensuring that every man in the place now has cum in the twink's ass. Randy then uses his own hard six-inch dick to push the cummy mass deep into the twink's rectal cavity. He pumps for two or three minutes; having spent himself three time already, he doesn’t cum but churns up the cum in the twink's asshole into a foamy mess. Then, the cub mounts the twink, pushing his thick stumpy dick into the twink's hole and pumping furiously until his load, too, was added. Chad, Big Eddie, and Daddy Ron all fuck the twink one last time for being a bitch. Finally, the twink is released from his restraints. Redbeard picks him up as he is quite unable to walk. The cum that has leaked from the twink's ass, they collect in a 7-11 Slurpee cup. Chad gives Randy a choice. “You can drink it, or you can be fucked with it. Which way do you want it?” “In my ass, sir,” Randy replies, a grin across his face. He mounts the “bench” and Chad fucks the loads into him while the remaining men shouted cheers and encouragement from the side. At the end of the night, Chad takes the twink home with him; poor thing was going to need to some tender loving care while his poor ass healed; and maybe some more care later on depending on whether anything in those loads that he took got into his bloodstream.

Sun., Sept. 24, 2017 - Club120 BB Sex Party With Jon Shields and Teddy Taggart co-hosting, yesterday's bb sex party at Club120 was attended by under 100 guys. All shapes, ages, sizes, desires, etc. The four slings were used extensively. Bottoms stayed for a while then switched up. The fuckwall was being used as well, not as often though. I wonder why. The very small private rooms were also being used a lot, sometimes with doors open, other times guys wanted privacy. I got 2 loads -- one from being fucked by my 21 yr old poz fuckboy (he's vers); he took me into the larger room, put silicone lube on his young hard dick and in my hole and came within 5 mins. I got the other load from sucking off his 21 yr old poz friend later; he tasted slightly salty, but it was a mouthful. Mmmm... I guess they were thankful, being at university, for an afternoon and evening (4 hours' worth) of bb sex to de-stress from their academic studies. I did give my saved up load to a younger guy with a Star Trek Enterprise insignia tattooed just about his left nipple. We looked eyes and he knelt down to suck me off, and, bang, I came in his mouth. He is a fabulous cock-sucker, so gentle as my dick was in a number of holes beforehand. I have cum in someone's mouth in a long while, usually I cum in guy's boyholes. This was a refreshing change. All in all, a beautiful, playful bb environment on 2 floors of local Toronto gay club!! Then all 3 of us were very hungry and went for Thai food after we got dressed and left the club.

IPart 6 We laid in bed for hours until Master needed to get ready for his meeting. We showered and he dressed. It must have been an important meeting because he dressed in a really nice suit. I told him I love a man in a suit, knowledge he would use soon. As he prepared to leave, he grabbed some things from his closet. He popped a tape into the vcr then took a nice little rock and shoved it up my ass, followed by a dildo. Placing a chair in front of the t.v., he ordered me to sit. In no time he had me securely bound to the chair, gagged, with clamps on my nipples. He started the tape, plugged in the dildo, and patted me on the head. "I should only be a couple hours boy. Enjoy!" With that he left me. The dildo, which had been softly vibrating, suddenly increased vibrations. I would quickly learn it had an automatic multi function and would cycle through repeatedly. The movie started and I instantly recognized Masters apartment, specifically, his bed. A young man, wearing Masters slave gear, was being placed into the sling. I realized this was one of his former slaves. Cute boy, blond, slim, smooth, like me. The boy was strapped in, and a man, not Master, began placing birthday candles all over the boys chest and stomach. I counted 20. As soon as he lit them, he shoved his cock in the boy, and started fucking him, causing the melting wax to splatter all over the boy. After he came, the next man did the same thing, adding 20 more candles. After 3 more followed, they boy was covered. They let him out and tied him face down on the bed. The candle/fuck session was repeated 5 more times. The boys grunts, moans, and screams of pleasure, combined with the multi speed dildo in my hole, had my cock trying to get hard in its enclosure, made more uncomfortable by the wax still in there. I hadn't cum since Friday night, and have been constantly stimulated since Sat. My cock drooled Tina cum until a nice puddle had built up on the chair. The movie changed, and another boy was on Masters bed. This one another slim blond, but with longer hair. He was riding a man laying on the bed when another man came behind him and shoved his cock up the boys cunt also. He cried out in pleasure as he begged the two men to fuck him. The movie continued with other homemade scenes of Master's slaves. All of them hot, all of them twisted. It made me realize, as if I hadn't known, Master is very kinky. After what felt like forever, Master returned to find me bathed in sweat, drooling, and copiously leaking from my cock. He laughed as he untied me. After he ungagged me, he asked me how I was feeling. "Horny!" I laughed. "Good, your going to be that way for a while. I have one final night planned for your birthday, but we have hours to kill. What do you suggest that might please me, slut?" I didn't have to think long. "How about the adult store, Sir?" "You read my mind, slave." Master went in the bedroom, changed, we smoked a couple bowls, and headed down the street. I was wearing the leather shorts, harness, boots and slave gear, no jacket. I was self conscious walking like this, afraid I'd see someone I knew. Luckily I didn't. We paid and entered the arcade. It was Monday, so it was slow. I guess we got there maybe around one, a couple guys were milling around. We found a good booth with 2 glory holes, and waited. After quite a while, a cock finally poked through, and I wasted no time diving on it. As I sucked, Master pulled a dildo out of his jacket, the kind with a long handle, and started ramming my hole with it. I went crazy and sucked the cock for all I was worth. The guy shot quickly, a small but tasty load. Master pulled the dildo out until almost an hour later when another cock finally showed. As I started sucking, Master again worked my hole. By the time we left I had swallowed 5 more loads. When we got home, Master told me to shower, then relax on the bed for a while. Not too long and I heard the doorbell start ringing as people arrived. After a while, Master entered the bedroom. "You've done a lot of drugs this weekend boy, you won't be down for a while. You have to work Tuesday." "I've already decided to call in sick, Sir. I know I'll need it." Master laughed, "probably will. So, before our final birthday night, do you want more boy?" Like anyone high, being offered more, I replied, "Yes please Sir." Master just went into is dresser and pulled out his stash, made two lines for me, and picked a nice shard for my ass. After I snorted, he put a padded leather blindfold on me and told me to get on my hands and knees. He fingered the shard up my cunt while he whispered in my ear. "Make me proud whore. You have so far, I'm more then impressed." With that he led me into the living room. "Here he is men. My new boy. Some of you will finally get a chance to fuck someone who turned you down before. He has learned this weekend that he's not too good for anyone. He's a slut. A whore. A cumdump. A pig. Use him and enjoy him men!" With that, someone grabbed my leash and pulled me into a hard cock. I obediently swallowed it as another hard cock started pushing into my hole. Being fucking high and blindfolded, the night is one big blur. I was passed around and around, so I have no idea how many men were even there. (7 it would turn out) All I know is I was fucked in every position possible, double fucked, almost fisted. At one point, I was on my back, while Master held my legs up, and the men all took turns giving me 10 hard, deep thrusts, pulling out and the next guy stepping up. By the end of the night, I was a sweaty cum filled mess. After the guests had left, Master removed the blindfold, and made me squeeze out my ass full of cum into a small ice cube tray, which he placed in the freezer. "For the future, boy." I smiled looking forward to it.

When the two of them were naked, Tommy pushed him down on the bed. Tommy began exploring Shane's hard muscled body. "I thought about this for long time," he said, running his hands over his pectorals and shoulders, tenderly touching his nipples with his fingertips. Shane was surprised to find himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body and probing hands. The touches across his chest were sending waves of electricity-like sensations across his bare body. He found himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body, the masculine strength and power it embodied. Soon, his hands were exploring Tommy's huge chest and massive shoulders. Shane was getting into it, the strength and power of Tommy's big body was becoming a great turn on to him. His cock was rock hard, and swordfighting with Tommy's thicker meat. Tommy's hand slid down Shane's back and after feeling his hard glutes, began to probe into his ass crack. It felt amazingly good. He then began playing with Shane's butthole. Shane raised a protest, "I don't do that." "I do," Tommy replied, and proved more firmly into the hole. "I'm going to fuck this hole." Shayne shook his head. "No, I won't do that." Tommy took his hand away, but only long enough to squirt a clear, viscous liquid onto his fingertiips. When he pressed his fingers this time, he was able to just press pass the tight ring that guarded the entrance to Shayne's asshole. Shayne gasped. "That feels good, don't it feel good?" He continued to massage just inside the ring of his asshole. It was making Shayne feel things he had never felt before, his body was responding to the intrusion in ways he could not describe. Tommy grunted in satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving him, but his ultimate goal was to get his cock inside that tight wide receiver's ass. He massaged the hole with his fingertips, teaching Shayne how good it felt to have his ass opened. Finally, Shayne relented. "OK," he almost whispered. Tommy forcefully positioned Shayne's muscled body on the bed, shoving a couple of pillows underneath him to raise his add. He shuffled over and took his big, hard cock in his hand, guiding it to Shayne's tight hole. He pressed the head against it. Despite the muscles there being somewhat relaxed from the earlier massage, it still resisted the intrusion of Tommy's meaty head. When the head finally began pushing inside, Shayne cried out. Nothing had prepared him for the pain of being violated; and this was barely the first inch. "Stop! I can't... he called out." "No, man, you can take it," Tommy assured him. He left the first part of his head in to let Shayne get used to it. He pressed in a little more. Shayne winced, and his body shuddered with the pain. Shayne was no stranger to pain. He'd been carried off the field more than once. He'd ended games and even practices with every muscle crying out in pain, He'd torn a muscle in his elbom that required six months of agonizing rehab. But this was an entirely new arena of pain. A place he had never felt it. He cried out as Tommy pressed it in, and it pushed, forcing its way inside of him, like forcing a size 14 foot into a size 9 boot. Shayne couldn't help but cry out, it hurt so much. Tommy clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Ssh, it's okay." Shayne could see the ragged, chewed up nails at the tips of Tommy's big fingers. When Tommy had himself buried to the full length of his shaft in Shayne's taut ass, he paused, enjoying having the tight muscles surrounding his cock. He sighed with the pleasure of how good it felt ... for him. Then, he started fucking. Slowly after first. Shayne's moans were muffled by the hand over his mouth. He pulled out and pushed in. Pulled out and pushed in. He took his hand away from Shayne's mouth so he could raise to a better position on his back. He held down on Tommy's shoulders to steady his big bulk and continued to thrust into him. He found a rhythm. Shayne felt his thrusts, hs body and the entire body slammed every time Tommy thrust in. Almost 300 lbs of athlete on top of Shayne, his belly rubbing into Shayne's back, legs pinned under the giant, muscled, powerful legs of the giants. He felt like he was getting smaller, disappearing, almost becoming a child beneath the body of a large man, shrinking under the mass of muscle and fat outside of him, and the hard rod of meat plunging inside of him. And then, Tommy started breathing faster. His rhythm quckened his thrusts became harder. Tommy let out a long groan and pushed especially hard into Shayne's ass. He was cumming. He bellowed like a bull when he came. His cock swelled in Shayne's ass chute as he delivered his load. Then, he was still for a few moments, his heavy body dropped down on Shayne's back; Tommy's chest and stomach almost smothering. Shayne fought to breathe as he waited for him to pull his cock from his ass... for the pain to stop. But instead, Tommy caught his breath, pushed himself up on his arms again, and resumed fucking. He pulled back until the just head of his dick was still inside, then thrusted forward again. The big linebacker was going for a second round. Shayne began moaning again, and this time, Tommy did nothing to quiet him. He went at his backside like a machine, pounding his lust into the helpless athlete pinned underneath him. And then, Shayne felt a load building in his own cock. He didn't understand why or how, but something Tommy was doing was bringing his own cock to orgasm. The sensation of his balls releasing and the load filling his urethra came rapidly, and then all at once, he felt his body shudder as he sprayed the sheets underneath him. The intensity of his orgasm coupled with the pain Tommy's cock was inflicting brought Shayne to the edge of unconsciousness. He felt as though he were about to pass out, and tried to push himself up with his arms. But Tommy clamped down his big hands on Shayne's wrists and pressed down on him again. Tommy paid no notice to Shayne's orgasm, didn't even notice, but continued fucking him as before. Then, he groaned and pushed up harder than ever before into Shayne's violated rectum, unleashing his second load of sperm. Tommy was still after he came the second time. He'd stopped moving but Shayne could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the weight of his big belly and arms against his torso. Tommy's face was at the back of his neck, and he could feel the feverish heat and sweat on, and also the wet strands of hair tickling his neck. After his breathing returned to normal, Tommy said, "I think I can go one more time." "I don't think I can take it," Shayne said. "Sssh," Tommy whispered. And he began to slowly pull his dick out and slowly push it back in. This third time, despite the lube, the spit, and the two loads of cum ... was far worse than the first two. The pain was raw. Shayne's hole burned. He tried to pushTommy off of him to make him stop, but he just pressed down harder and held him down. Tommy was grunting with effort, and sweat was beading on his face and falling in drops onto Shayne's back and shoulders. Sometime after Tommy's second load hit his chute, Shane felt something snap in his ass, as though a muscle had broken. When it happened, it was like his ass completely loosened up, and the pain and pressure of Tommy driving his thick cock down his shit tunnel gave way to something different. He felt the cock pushing into him, but there was no pain, just its presence filling him up and sliding into him. Shane felt a shudder go through his entire body and realized he was shooting his second load out from under himself. There was a mess beneath his stomach from the two loads he had shot. It took longer than the first two times combined for Tommy to reach his third orgasm. He shot his load with a satisfied moan, and then slowly pulled out of Shayne's ravaged ass, leaving behind a gaping, leaking hole. Without a word, Tommy put his clothes back on and showed himself out. After Tommy left, Shane lay in his bed for a long time, not moving, feeling completely wrecked. His legs shook uncontrollably. A stream of sticky white and pink fluid leaking into his sheets from his torn-up asshole.

Last load I took was about 20 mins ago, was my 6th load of the night from the 6th top that’s come over! Added his load deep in my ass with the other 5 loads! On Grindr right now arranging for 3 more tops to come breed me! Love a good Grindr marathon!

That pale blond but is so round and perfect it has to be admired and appreciated before it's violated. It's not as smooth as it looks from further back in the dim yellow light of the room. There is a fine coating of peach fuzz all around the boy's cheeks, and it goes down his thighs and to his calves. He is one of those smooth on top hairy on the bottom boys. Or maybe coach has shaved him. No, the skin of his back is too naturally smooth to the touch. His shoulder blades cut little chicken-wing shapes into the skin below his shoulders, rising and falling with his breaths. Squirting a little gun lube and slathering up the dick for the raw fuck, taking a look at the boy's bound hands. They are the hands of a young working class man, rough on the palms, rough nails; coupled with the light scruff of beard on his chin, he has the looks of those white blue collar boys in jeans and work boots and fluorescent vests you run into at the convenience store at 6 in the morning on the way to their highway/construction/landscaping jobs their dad's buddies set him up with. How did he come to end up on coach's fuck bench, trussed up like an animal after the hunt. Did he know, when he woke up this morning, that he would be offering up his ass to strangers' cocks in a seedy bathhouse? How had 'Coach' groomed him for this? His asshole is warm and slick with cum, lube, and saliva as your cock slides into him. The boy must be getting a little raw at this point; he flinches when your cock finds its way inside. The head guides the way in, like the way is familiar. The shaft follows until its length and thickness is swallowed up and the root touches the edge of his hole. Shit, it feels good, even fucked four times already it's still giving up a stimulating amount of resistance; so hot and warm. Doesn't take long to find a rhythm in the fine ass that's been offered, feeling like a god indulging the sex offering that's been laid out on an altar; a young body sacrificed to cock on an altar of lust. The thought of it, fucking this kid who you could have passed on the street a day ago, in jeans and workboots; now naked underneath you, his ass and body just taking your cock. While you're fucking him, he belongs to you, his body is yours; his ass exists to gratify your cock. Fuck, wouldn't it be hot if his buddies on the work crew saw him laid out like this, taking men's cocks in a dark sweaty room; taking loads without question. Fuck, how many of them would be repulsed by this scene. (And how many turned on.) Breathing heavily, you continue to thrust in and out of his warm, delicious hole. Your experience head rush as your orgasm begins to build. All too soon the ride is over. An intense orgasm builds, beginning in the balls and then pushing into the cock for delivery, like the thick load of semen is too much for the urethra to take, it explodes warm and wet into the boy's blond dickhole, coating his insides with a sixth strain of DNA. A few more grinds to make sure all the semen inside the kid is well-mixed, and then a slow easy pullout from his hole, which has begun to develop a swollen pucker around its perimeter. Good as it is, it ain't Joey's ass. Then again, the sequel's never as good as the original. Almost as soon as you finish, an tall skinny twink in a baseball cap takes your place. He's skinny and smooth, but generously hung, and he slides his big fat cock into the wet hole and gives the blond boy his next pounding of the night. He doesn't last very long though, and quickly shoots the boy his seventh load of the night. He holds his cock inside after he cums to make sure every drop ends up in that ass.

Part 2 It wasn't hard to find out which room they'd taken... a short line has already formed outside and there is room for three or four men inside. Coach stands just on the inside, naked, a metal cockring visible at the base of his erect beer-can dick, glinting in the available light. The guy inside the room clearly is not Joey. He's more slender than muscled. He's blond, with scruff on his chin and upper lip, a tall, lean boy of about 22, maybe. He has been positioned on the fuck bench in the center of the room, ass up and naked except for the studded leather cuffs that secure his hands behind his back. The only light in the room, a dim yellow bulb, is directly above him, spotlighting his ass, making it possible to see his face, although the men he's been offered to will remain anonymous to him. A ginger-haired bear with a goatee is plowing him, raw, his thick body and the overhang of his gut assaulting the boy's hindquarters with each thrust. His dick is not so long, merely a stump on his massive hairy body, but it is thick and veined and its purple mushroom head is buried in the boy's asshole and already smearing it with a steady trickle of precum. The bear has worked up a sweat and drops of his perspiration fall steadily from his red-skinned brow onto the boy's smooth back; the smell of him fills the room, mansweat like sour, rusty coins. He is focused with utter and complete intensity on fucking the young man underneath him. The boy doesn't take it with the detachment that Joey did, maybe he is not drugged, or maybe simply lacks the necessary discipline, but he grits his teeth and clamps his eyes shut tight against the onslaught his rear quarter is getting. His dirty blond hair hangs over his brow (and by the end of the evening will be slick with perspiration). Every few strokes he lets out a grunt or a moan, his breaths come quick, as he snatches air whenever the bear lifts his weight from his back. Suddenly, the big ginger bear's pace quickens. His load his rising. He thrusts harder and harder into the boy, bracing his meaty arms on the boy's upper arms. He throws one final, deep thrust into the boys guts and grunts like an animal, like a bull, finishing the act of insemination. And with that, the first stranger's load of the night begins soaking into his guts. The ginger bear pulls out and leaves. Next, coach let a pair of guys tag team his charge. A stockier and balding guy in his forties with a rusty-red goatee and a thick veined dick and a military-looking guy in his mid-thirties with an average dick and tattoos on his arms and calves. The army guy goes first, sliding his dick smoothly into the kid's hole and fucking, just fucking, while the older guy strokes his cock to a respectable boner. The military guy pulls out and let's the other guy in. They swap back and forth until finally the military guy shoots his wad into the boy's hole. He leaves before the other guy blows his wad in the hole, too. The next top mounts the supine young man; a lean gentleman with a trim beard, salt and pepper hair, and a thick gauge silver Prince Albert glinting at the tip of a long 8 inch penis. He pushes the boy's thighs apart to gain better entry, then in a quick thrust buries to full length of his cock in the boy's mineshaft. The sudden movement takes the boy by surprise and he cries out in pain. At which point 'Coach' moves to the front of the fuck bench and clamps a big, meaty hand across the boy's mouth. "These fuckers don't want to listen to your whinin'" he says. He holds his hand there long enough to interruption the boy's breathing. When he pulls it off, the boys gasps for breath. "Now, you keep your bitch mouth shut or I'll dump you off where I found you," 'Coach' says. The Prince Albert guy maintains his fucking throughout this exchange, thrusting long, sure strokes as the kid grips his teeth and tries to stay quiet, another guy walks in, and bustles his way over until he is standing next to 'Coach.' His name is Georgie; he first started showing up at the baths two, maybe three months ago; a short, young cub with a cherubic face. A little heavy, but not fat, barely older than the boy on the bench, and so very eager to please; he's taken loads from most all of the regulars, and is usually the first to go up to any newbies and offer his ass. His shining eyes look up at 'Coach' and he smiles. "You should do that to me sometime," he says. "Reckon I might," Coach replies. "Let me get a look at that ass." In a quick movement, 'Coach' grabs him by the back of the neck and bends him over. With his other hand, he grabs one of Georgie's pale smooth as cheeks and pinches it hard, then pulls his cheeks apart to get a look at his rosebud. "Oh!" exclaims Georgie, more in shock and surprise than pain. Coach leans over and whispers something into Georgie's ear. Whatever he whispers makes Georgie blush. Prince Albert grunts and shoots his load into the boy's ass. He pulls his deflating dick out of the hole almost immediately and departs, almost as if embarrassed. Coach pulls Georgie up straight again. "You see what's dripping out from my boy's ass," says coach. And without waiting for a reply, he orders, "Clean it up!" Georgie cocked his head, unsure of what he had heard. "Sir?" "What are you, deaf? Clean up my boy's ass with your mouth or get the fuck out of here," coach said. The young cub kneels behind the fuck bench and buries himself in the boy's ass, licking the four cumloads as they leak through the widening fissure of his ass crack. A moan escapes the boy's mouth. "That's enough," says the Master. "Don't clean it all up. I want that juice to soak up inside him real good." Georgie stands and wipes his chin. He turned to 'coach' with glittering eyes. "Thank you, sir." "Go on, git!" coach orders. Georgie turns as he reaches the door and lightly rubs his ass cheek invitationally. Coach winks at him. "Git!" Georgie retreats from the room. The coach turns. "All right, Buddy. Your turn."

Go get tested. It's simple enough. If you care for the friend, you don't poz his son just because you were too lazy to go get tested. If you're still neg, dump as many loads in him as possible. If you're poz only fuck him if he begs for it - make it be his decision, not yours. If he's taking loads from strangers and not on PrEP then he's gonna get pozzed eventually. Might as well be someone he has a connection with, but only if he really wants it.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It’s been a month since my last confession” “To be forgive my son, you must confess all your sins to me” the Priest said from behind the screen. “Father, I have engaged in sins of the flesh” “Please continue” “I had sexual relations with a man, Father” “Was there penetration” “Yes Father, both oral and anal” “My son, sodomy is going against God, but is forgivable” “Father, there is more” “Please go on,” the unknown Priest said, “tell me it all” “Father, I also told false witness to this man” “What did you lie about my son” “He asked if I was ‘clean’ and I lied and said I was” “Clean? Hygienic clean?” “No Father, clean as in disease free” “My son, no one is completely clean” “He was asking if I had any STDs” “My son, are you saying you are not free from God’s punishment from sin” “No I'm not Father” “Why would you bare false witness to this stranger” he asked, “I assume he was a stranger” “Yes, Father he was a stranger. I lied because I hate when people use the term clean that way” “My son, do you feel guilt from your deception” “Not from my deception, Father but from the act that followed” “Sodomy is forgivable” “It wasn't just the sodomy, Father.” “Explain” “When I met the man, he was naked, with his ass up” “Ready for penetration?” “Yes, Father. My erection was throbbing in my shorts” “I see” the Priest said, as I heard a belt buckle rattling. “I dropped my shorts, freeing my erection.” “Was he still in the same position” “Yes Father, ass up” There was more movement from the Priest side of the confessional. “Are you okay Father” “Yes my son, needed to stretch a little,” he said, “please continue” “I took a condom from my short’s pocket” “Condoms are against the Church’s teaching, my Son” “I know Father, but he wanted protection used” “I see” the Priest said as he breathed a little faster. “But, I had doctored the condom” “How my son” “I poked many holes in the condom, thru the wrapper, with a pin” “Why would you do that my son” “To make sure that the condom broke as I penetrated him” I heard more heavy breathing from the other side. “Are you still with me Father” “Yes my son, continue” “After carefully putting the condom on, I slide my erection into his willing rectum” “Was it smooth or hairy” “What, Father?” “His behind?” “It was smooth Father, cheeks and crack” “Beautiful” whispered the Priest “Sorry Father?” “Nothing of importance, my son. Please continue” “His ass was so warm and tight around my erection” “Oh my” “And as planned, Father, the condom broke” “You are inside this man in the flesh” “Yes my erection was exposed inside his flesh, from the tip to the base, where the condom had moved to” There was a soft, steady knocking on the wall between us, as well as a heavy breathing. “You still with me Father” “Yes, my son. You have my full attention up” “I pumped my erection in and out of his rectum” “Did he know the condom broke as you penetrated him over and over” “No Father, but he reached back once and I was fully in him, so he only felt the condom around my erection base” “He was satisfied you were wearing the condom” “Yes Father” “Are you erect as you confess” “Yes Father” “Please continue” “When I climaxed Father, I did not pull out” “You spilled your seed inside his rectum” “Yes Father” I said, “deep inside” “And what of the condom when you removed your spent erection from his rectum” “I quickly removed it and discarded it” “Was the man still deceived” “Yes Father” “My son, what was so bad about that” “Father, I carry HIV” “My son, your guilt must be a large weight on your shoulders” “Not really Father” “My son, your deliberate act makes the Angels weep” “Father, if I am to be truthful with you, I must confess more” “Is this not the first time you did this” “No Father I have done this with at least a dozen men” “You have penetrated a dozen men with your erection” “Yes Father” The knocking was becoming more steady and his breathing a bit heavier” “Do you take more pleasure from the penetration or the passing of your disease” “If I answer honestly Father, would you answer a question from me honestly” “Of course my son” “I get more pleasure from passing the disease” “Oh my son!” “Father, are you self pleasuring as I confess” “My son, God’s holy shaft is in hand” “Father, before I left this man,” I said, “I penetrated his mouth with my penis” “Did this get you erect again” “Yes Father, fully erect” “Did he oral stimulate you until you spilled your seed again” “He did, Father. His mouth was very warm” “Oh my” “Father are you close to spilling your seed” “Yes my son, I am on the edge” “I want you to bless me with your Holy Seed” “My son, exit the confessional and head to the restroom on the second floor.” “Yes Father” I stood and adjusted my erection in my shorts. Before opening the door, I heard the Priest say: “Kneel in prayer” I silently moved through the Church and up the stairs to the men's room on the second floor. My footsteps echoed through the empty Church hall. The door to the men's room creaked as I pushed it open. I quickly dropped my shorts and knelt on the cold hard tile floor. My cock was sticking straight up. I heard footsteps approaching as I folded my hand in prayer I front of me, lowered my head and closed my eyes. The door slowly creaked open. “My son, God has forgiven you for your transgressions, but you must resist the temptation to sin in the future” “Yes Father” I heard the rustling of his garments and the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. “I must wash away your sins” There was more movement and rustling. “Look up my son, look in my eyes” I opened my eyes and moved my stare up his body. His erected penis and testicles were sticking out of his zipper. His cock was massive, a good eight and a half inches long, thick and veiny. I looked directly into his eyes as he started stroking again. His hand moved quickly up and down his shaft. “Your penance is to take my Holy seed, allow its goodness to consume you” He was quickly stroking his cock, pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit, which was picked up by his hand and coated his shaft. “Open your mouth” I opened wide, he moved the head of his cock to just inside my mouth. I kept my mouth opened as wide as I could, his pre-cum dripped on my tongue. His breathing was heavy again. Without warning the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat, each volley of cum shot into my mouth. Some was running down my throat, causing a tickle. He squeezed his shaft hard, milking the last of his cum out onto my tongue. As he put his cock back into his black pants he said: “Your sins are forgiven, go and sin no more, my son” He left me kneel there on the bathroom floor.

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?

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.

Fuck, Fuck, damn, shit. Four hours ago I had been on the top of the world. Now as I was sitting in the emergency room of the local hospital, my shoulder and elbow aching, waiting on the doctor to give me the results of the x-ray. ther than some pain I was okay, even if my baby, my cherished silver Camaro, most likely was totaled. Ever see a 19 year old cry? Well, that was me: all 6’3” of jock boy, sniffling, some out of pain, mostly not knowing what the future would bring. In high school I played football my freshmen and sophomore years, wide receiver. I was quick and I had good hands, but all that tackling was taking a toll on my Nordic frame. In my junior year I started playing baseball and was a darn good pitcher, good enough to be a starter most of the year, although we were a rural school most of the away games were close enough to be a bus trip to and from, even if sometimes they got us home very late in the evening. My senior year we were good enough to make it to conference and state tournaments which required us to be housed in cheap motels on the weekends when we were on the road. It was on one of these trips I discovered my love of traveling with the team and spending quality bullshit time with my teammates. Now, I've long known I was attracted to other guys early on but abstained from acting on my feelings, even when I knew three other teammates were either bi or gay, and a few others who were questioning their straightness. However, when I was in a hotel room with several other teenage guys, all of whom were playing macho games such as boasting which cheerleaders would put out, and each guy displaying his cock as wantonly as he could, well, it was obvious to me which players could be coaxed into some man-on-man fun. At the end of my senior year I was offered a scholarship to play ball at the state college. My life was looking good: not only was I a good athlete but I also excelled in academia and would be able to get my degree in engineering while on a full ride. I red-shirted my freshmen season and although I was still classified by the school as a freshman, I began my second season as a relief pitcher. Although I wasn’t a starting pitcher I at least got into a few games. Then a drunken asshole ran a red light, sending my Camaro careening into a spin. Luckily for me, the fucker only clipped the front to the car and didn’t T-bone my car in the middle, which meant I walked away with relatively minor injuries from which I would recover in a few months: there were no broken bones but lots of torn cartilage and tendons in the shoulder and elbow. I would not be pitching the rest of the season. I left the hospital with my friends from the dorms. I was in tears, knowing I’d have to face the coach on Monday. My parents were already set to arrive the next day to survey the damage. I meet my parents at the front door of my dorm the next morning after just a few hours of sleep, most of it induced by the pain meds the doctor had prescribed to control the pain. My mom gently hugged me and my dad clasped me by my good shoulder although it was bruised as well. Lead me to their car and we hit the local pancake place for breakfast, sure beat dorm food any day, we discussed the car and they assured me they were not angry with me, they knew how much I loved my car, I had it since my 16th birthday and took real good care of it. They dropped me off back at my dorm after we went to look over the damage and make sure it was being taken care of by the body shop, also collecting my school work and personal belongings so I wouldn’t lose anything. I kicked back most of the afternoon and evening when coach called and asked to come over to see me. I’ll be honest I was scared, I could lose my scholarship, I could lose my position with the team. I waited anxiously for him to arrive. Now if you could classify my 19 year old, 6’3” less than 10% body fat 165# muscular body as a Nordic god like, with my blue eyes and dirty blonde hair which naturally lightens during summer. You would classify coach who is 35 years old 5’11 and maybe 150 soaking wet all muscles and sinew as a Aztec god as his Spanish and Mexican heritage made him one hot number, one that always made me quiver when he stepped to close in the dugout or on the field, but here he was coming to my dorm room to discuss my future. Coach arrived shortly after 6 and I sat across from him on my roommates bed while he sat at my desk, coach Juan as we all called him, started out all business like discussing my position on the team, physical therapy I’d most likely have to go through and things about my rehabilitation. He expressed his sorrow at things happening this way and would do everything that he could so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. Juan then got up and crossed the distance between us, using the guise of wanting to see my shoulder he had me remove the baseball shirt I had donned earlier since it was easier to get on and off. He caressed the sore tissues, which were already turning black and blue, then proceeded to work his way down my chest tweaking my nipples a bit, my cock betrayed me as it not only was at full mast but spirting precum making a large wet spot in my basketball shorts, coach took notice and leaned down and began kissing me, he soon was on top of me being careful of my shoulder making me quiver in his arms as he caressed my body and somehow removed my shorts exposing my 9 inch cock tenting my jock the precum totally soaked through the material and making it translucent, I soon had my 9 inches buried down his throat as he hummed onto my tool. He rolled me over and was sucking my cock between my legs pulling it back so it almost touched my virgin hole, he then did what I thought was impossible and was able to place the head near my hole and use the precum flowing from my tube to lubricate my hole. Between him fingering my own precum into my hole and fingering it he soon had me sloppy and almost loosened up his tongue doing marvels on my rosy pucker. Suddenly he stopped and I thought this was over but, he then placed his thick mushroom head on my quivering hole and pushed in with dominance, the head popped in and I felt a sharp pain that quickly went away and left me with a full feeling at my entrance he then started to work his cock in slowly giving me more and more, complimenting me on being a born bottom. I asked about condoms and he told me it was too later now his raw cock was already dripping his precum in my hole, but if I really wanted to be fucked with a condom he would pull out and put one on. He slid his cock out and I handed him a rubber and he rolled it down his shaft the pushed back into my hole, it burned and irritated the opening and made me wince in agony, I told him to pull out and fuck me raw, he quickly obliged and slid his bare cock into my now irritated hole, his precum re-lubricating the walls and making the sting go away, I was soon riding his large schlong like a pro and he asked where I wanted his cum, I replied breed me coach. He sped up his assault on my hole then pushed in and held and I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed into my intestine. I felt so fulfilled yet naughty for letting coach cum in me. Coach cuddled me and kept his cock buried in my hole until we fell asleep together. Lucky for me my roommate Chris had gone home for the weekend, as I awoke in the middle of the night to coach breeding me again, and although Chris and I Had had make out sessions we never went all the way beyond a blow or hand job. I now had two maybe three of Juan’s loads in my gut and I was feeling excited. Coach was turning me into just another cum craving cock hungry boy. I awoke the next morning to coach sucking on my slong, I was rock hard and oozing precum again then Juan did what I least expected he slid down my pole and started fucking himself on my fuck tube, I didn’t last long as his ass milked my cock I blasted a load into his rectum. He then positioned his hole over my face and pushed out my cream forcing me to eat my own spooge from his ass, I felt disgusted and excited at the same time. Coach was turning me into his own sex pig. Soon after we showered and coach presented me with an application for team manager, I would be responsible for the teams equipment and uniforms, including their jocks and cups, it was a dirty job but it would keep me on the team while I rehabilitated and I got to sniff al the jocks and cups before cleaning them as well as the sweaty uniforms, I was in pig heaven and I would have to travel with the team. To make sure everything was taken care of.

In Sydney the weekend starting the 29th for a few days. Anyone interested in getting me gangbanged for the first time? One of my biggest fantasies

Hi. I guess I just want to put this out there and see what people have to say. I’m not sure who to talk to about this so I’m just talking about it here. As of now, I’ve been in a committed and closed relationship for a long time for me (almost 2 years). During this time, we have been closed. Before we were very serious and we were both occasionally seeing other people, I was a huge slut. I would suck off strangers in public restrooms, I would go to local bathhouses and suck many guys and get fucked. But I am in love with my partner and have been completely faithful once we became serious. every few months or so when I get especially honey, I have the urge to get fucked by strangers and suck of people I don’t know. In fact I once was in a public restroom and the guy next to me was cruising (tapping his feet, I tapped mine too and he put his hand under) but I immediately left although I really wanted to suck him or have him fuck me. does anyone else ever get this? How would you suggest I approach this? I haven’t brought it up with my partner as I’m afraid he would think it’s gross or something, or he may feel bad that he thinks he can’t satisfy me. i don’t want to lose anything I have with this man I love but it is really hard to pass up the temptation of a strangers cock cumming on my face or fucking my ass understall.

Just sucked off a mexican guy in a parking lot. He has a musky uncut cock. Hope to get more loads today

Draven Torres. I'm a sucker for mohawks and his is killer.

Some say it fairly galloped. Yeah, mine to, on my Dad's side. My Granddaddy was what they called "sweet' back then and I'm pretty sure he was diddling my Dad and Uncle Duane back when they were but wee ladies themselves.

Toon, this is quite moving! I love how you allow us into the life of the gypsy clan for a brief moment. The intense love Alec and Maran shared was immediate and yet it was KNOWN to both. Amazing piece of work Toon!

Holy SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK, I am currently lost for words so I'll be back to do this proper!! OMG Toon!!

I really like being with other like minded pig's. Who can be completely uninhibited without any taboos between themselves.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Was super horny yesterday and went to Slammer around 7:30pm. It was fairly quiet at first but got busier as the night went on. My favorite gloryhole cumdump was there and took my cock several times, working out one load into his pre-loaded hole. The best part of my night was when I was standing around the gloryhole booths in nothing but boxer brief underwear and I saw a hot darker-skinned guy in the vicinity. I glanced his direction and then walked over to the center gloryhole stall. A few seconds later I heard the stall next to mine being occupied. I pulled down my underwear and stuck my hand thru the large gloryhole. It was the guy I was hoping for, he whipped out his cock. I sucked it until it was fully hard, deep throating it a couple of times before turning around and putting it up my hole. As he was fucking me, another dude entered the other gloryhole hole booth that adjoined mine. He quickly stuck his large, fat, uncut cock thru the hole. I was sucking on that fat cock while taking a big cock up my ass. The guy behind me enjoyed my hole for about 3 or 4 minutes before shooting a load in my ass. Once he pulled out I whipped around and sat on the other cock. He was so excited to use my freshly lubed hole that he nutted in my ass within 90 seconds! That, my friends, is exactly what I love...... freshly used holes, whether I'm the top or the bottom.... I just love that!

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.

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 5 We drove down the interstate, me again in the seat, naked except for my slave gear, on full view to anyone in a taller vehicle. We passed a couple semi trucks, the drivers laughing at me as Master made sure to pass them real slow, making sure they got a good view of his naked slave. I was embarrassed to be on such display, but also really turned on by this new humiliation. My cock pressed into its cage. As we passed a third semi, the driver grinned down at me and honked his horn while he gave a thumbs up. Master laughed and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a note book and a pen. Handing them to me, he told me to write a certain message on it. I blushed when he told me, but didn't hesitate. I was too high and horny. I then held it up to the window. "Blowjob $5" it read. The driver motioned to pull over, and soon we followed the truck into a rest stop. Not the kind with bathrooms, just one on the side of the road for truckers to rest. Master got out and went to talk to the driver, then came and got me, leading me to the passenger door. I crawled in and he followed me. The driver was already in the back, waiting, a ten dollar bill in his hand. "I haven't nutted in a week, boy. Got two loads for your whore mouth!" the trucker stated as he handed Master the 10. Unzipping his fly, he fished out an already hardening cock. He reclined on the bunk in between the seats. I thought this was odd, but didn't have time to think as he grabbed my head and forced it into his crotch. I dove on his junk, taking his cock and balls into my mouth, and started sucking ravenously. He smelled like piss and sweat. The trucker moaned his approval as his dick hardened to a full 7 inches. I could feel Master tugging at the plug, removing it, and replacing it with his fat cock. "That's right whore," said Master, "suck that cock. You're a true whore now slut. And a cheap one at that." The trucker laughed as I moaned. "Suck him good bitch! Suck him like the $10 piece of trash you are!" I went crazy as Master said more humiliating things to me, degraded me. The trucker joined in the verbal abuse as he jackhammered his cock down my throat as Master fucked me hard. Soon the dirty trucker buried his cock deep in my throat, grinding his smelly pubes into my lips as he pumped a huge load into me. I choked and gagged, barely able to swallow. Master spanked my ass as the trucker fed me. After he came, he pissed a little in my mouth. But his cock didn't get soft. He started fucking my throat again, working toward number 2. Master kept fucking me and they both continued their nasty verbal assault. Eventually Master grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the trucker groin as he pumped another load into my cunt. Then as the trucker started his second orgasm, Master pulled me off and had the trucker shoot on my hair and forehead, coating my face. We all relaxed for a moment before Master told me to go back to the car. "Don't touch that cum, whore!" He demanded. "I want you to really accept the pig you are." The trucker laughed as I exited the truck. Master joined me in a few minutes, and we drove away. "You continue to amaze me boy. So far you've taken everything I've thrown your way. I know a lot is the drugs, but I still think you are a TRUE pig." I just smiled and whispered, "thank you Sir." As cum ran down my face, dripping onto my chest. "That guy says he travels this route all the time. Expect to see him again. (I did) But do you know what you did wrong, bitch? You didn't thank him for his cum. Major fuck up, whore!" I silently reprimanded myself for being forgetful. We traveled the rest of the way home in silence. Once back at the apartment, Master told me to relax on the bed for a while while he checked his messages. After a while he joined me. He took me into his arms and started kissing me, holding me tight. We made out for a while when Master said "Travis will be here in a couple hours. He says he has a surprise. In the meantime, relax for a while." We rested on the bed, Master snoozed, but I was too spun. After a couple of hours, the doorbell rang. I woke Master up, and he went to the door, shutting the bedroom door. I could hear some muffled voices, but not much. Soon Master came and led me by the leash into the living room. I could see two men. Travis, and a young kid, looked maybe 18. Travis was sexy, mid 20's, long brown hair. The boy was cute, skinny, kinda thug looking with his baggy pants and hoodie. They sat on the couch, passing a different pipe between them. "That's a crack pipe," Master explained. "Not for you, maybe one day." He handed me a drink. "There's G in there. Drink up pig!" I downed it quick, ignoring the taste. Master then pulled out his supplies, loaded his pipe, put 4 lines on a mirror, and snorted 2. "I changed my mind about no Tina on Sunday's. I have one quick meeting tomorrow, and I'm going to take tues off. This weekend has turned out to be way to special." He handed me the mirror, and I snorted as he lit the bowl. We all smoked our stuff as I got even higher. While we smoked, Master had me relate to the men everything I had done so far. Telling strangers all the nasty things I had done so far really worked me up. The guys pulled out their hard cocks and stroked them, as I drooled in anticipation. "So, the surprise, " said Master, "is that when Travis gets rock, he becomes a fuck machine. By the end of the night your ass will be raw!" The guys laughed and high fived. "And Joe here, he's never played with a slave. I promised him a night he wouldn't forget! Show them your pussy boy! On your back! Travis, pull that plug out." I moaned as I displayed myself lewdly and gasped as Travis pulled out the plug. The men whistled at my puffy, red hole. Travis stuck his finger into a bag of cocaine and rubbed my anal ring with it. I could feel it turn numb. He stripped, and with no ceremony crawled between my legs, spit on his fat cock, and plunged it in. I squealed as he grabbed my thighs and jackhammered my ass. Joe just stared as Travis used me. "He'll do ANYTHING he's told to do." Said Master. "He's a true pig in training." I just floated in space as yet another cock pummeled my pussy. Soon Joe wanted a turn, so I was placed over the couch so he could fuck me while I sucked Travis. Master just kicked back and watched the show as he smoked a cigar. The guys used me hard, pounding me in their coked up state. Eventually we moved to the bedroom. Travis laid on the bed and made me straddle him. As I sat all the way on his fat cock, Joe moved in and placed his own 6 incher at my opening. While Master filmed, he pressed into me alongside Travis. I groaned loudly as the two cocks slid in and out of my hungry gash. They double fucked me deep and hard for at least 20 minutes until Travis went rigid and started spasming as he shot his cum in my dumphole. Soon Joe followed suit, giving me his hot sperm. They pulled out and I cleaned them off. We all collapsed on the bed in a sweaty pile. After a few minutes, Master retrieved the party supplies from the living room, and more smoke was had by all. "So Joe," said Master, "you enjoying my slave so far?" "Oh yea. Fucking hot!" "Well we have all night. And the cunt here has fucked up again." "Oh shit!" I thought. "I didn't thank them for their cum. Damnit!" Master saw my face. "That's right whore, that's 3 Major infractions. You will learn! I'm going to let these boys punish you as they see fit." I could see Travis and Joe grinning in anticipation. "First though, we need a piss boy." With that I was dragged into the bathroom, into the tub. Without hesitation, Master shoved his semi hard cock up my hole. As Travis put his cock in my mouth and started pissing, Master pissed up my ass. I took piss in both of my cumholes while Joe pissed all over me. After Master pulled out, he grabbed a clear tumbler and ordered me to empty my bowels into it. Soon it was filled with cloudy, brownish liquid. Master ordered me to drink it while they chanted, "Pig! Pig! Pig!" I wretched as I choked it down. But I swallowed it. Then it was back to the bedroom. I was quickly set up in the sling and tied securely. Nipple clamps were attached with chains going over the top of the bed. Weights were then attached to the chains, painfully pulling my tits. "Ready for some pain, slut?" Asked Joe. "I've been looking forward to this!" With that I was tightly gagged and given poppers. Then Joe took a riding crop and gave me 10 swift hard blows right on my balls. I screamed bloody murder, but was defensless. As I jerked in the sling, the weights swung around, viciously pulling my nipples. Travis took the crop next and administered 10 hard blows right on my already sore hole. Tears flowed from my eyes as I screamed more into the gag. Then they each took a candle and dripped hot wax all over my body. My chest, stomach, nipples, soles of my feet. I cried and thrashed, but still found the pain arousing. Then they dripped it on my balls, coating them. Next was my cock. The cage had opening to piss and for air. They filled it up as I tried to beg for mercy. They just laughed. More weights were added to the chains, then they dripped it onto my asslips. I poured sweat as I screamed even more, the clamps pulling harder. My poor cunt burned like a son of a bitch. Then they stopped. They quickly peeled the wax off my ass lips. Joe stuck his cock in me, and i whimpered. Master took pics while Joe showed no mercy on my abused hole. More drugs ensued and the two men fucked me literally non stop for an hour and a half in their crack fuled lust. My cunt barely regeristing the fucking, I was so high and loose at that point. They both finally dumped two more loads in my numb sperm bank, then finally called it a night, thanking Master profusely for the entertaining evening. After they left, Master examined me closely. "No damage whore, just a really well used dump. You're fine." After releasing me from the sling, we rested in silence for the next several hours. But not before Master reminded me we still have one day left for my birthday. Could I take more? I hoped so.

I love this story, it reminds me of my late teens and early 20s when I thought I could get some goodness in me by taking Holy Seed and started having sex with men of the cloth. After the my men of the cloth period, I started my men of each profession period, followed by my men of the world period. Some people collect baseball cards, my ass collected their cum!

Yeah, I agree with msudog and would also recommend Manifest and Toyko Valentino. Both are within half a mile of each other and their are also 3 gay bars (Heretic, BJ's and Jungle) within walking distance of Manifest. I mainly go to Manifest and always get fucked multiple times there, my record so far is 15 guys/loads in one night. Tonight, Wed 9/13 is the Poz4Play party at Manifest for poz guys and guys on Prep, but all are welcome. Late Friday and Saturday nights are also hot at Manifest. I've never been to the Den so have no idea about that place. Hope you have a great time in Atlanta!

Well, stopping meds isn't really a good idea unless your intention is to build resistance, increase viral load, etc. For some guys, stopping meds is for medical reasons....perhaps side effects become a problem, etc. Others stop in order to become toxic to pass to others. As for being safe, that all pretty much depends on your personal definition of safe. I know current thought among the medical community is that med vacations aren't any longer an option that should be considered since resistances can develop when the level of medication is not maintained in the blood stream. A week probably won't develop much of a problem as many meds have a very long half-life compared to earlier meds, but I wouldn't suggest doing that on a regular basis. As for acquiring a second strain, it's always possible regardless of being on or off meds since there are resistant strains everywhere. If you are on a medication that someone else has developed a resistance toward, you definitely can run the risk of acquiring their strain if they have sufficient virus in their blood/cum. Keep in mind that an undetectable or even low VL test only indicates whats present in the blood. You can have significantly more virus in your cum though maintaining a low viral load for extended periods usually is a pretty good indicator that you probably don't have a high viral load in other areas that aren't easily tested. I think the big question here is what is the reason you have behind wanting to stop meds? I'm sure many of us can offer suggestion through our own personal experience to help you achieve whatever goal you might have.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): OZPOZBOI Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): KIK + BBRT + SKYPE = OZPOZBOI A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA Times you're generally not available: 8-4 m-from : 24/7 Age: 27 Height: 183cm Weight: 89Kg Ethnicity: Caucasian Preoccupation: FAGGOT BUG GROWER & SPREADER

Fuck yah man admire your attitude and how sick you are (literally) would love to take your venom deep inside, wanna be as diseased as possible so i can spread too. Have hepc but somehow no HIV despite blood slams. Would love to let u try and kill me with bodily fluids! May travel there this year, hopefully. Really stoked to infect teens and yng, love forced and stealth. You are a role model to sick per vs like me!" Hope u get your syph dude, i want that bad too, all bugs reallyi

agreed, I love the regular average guys, older overweight daddies, trolls, all those guys whose cocks are hard and leaking to fuck my cunt are the ones I want. it makes it piggier and sleazier for me, would love to be gangbanged by a group like that in a sleazy motel.

PART TWO The door opened and I heard foot steps coming down the hall. I panicked a little trying to pull away from Anthony’s pounding cock but he caught me with his strong hands and continued to fuck my hole as two men came into the room. I stared at them in horror of what they had found, but neither one of them seemed surprised to find Anthony with his cock buried in some strange guy in fact they looked pleased. “Don’t worry boy, they're here to help you learn your true place. Max and Tom live downstairs. They graduated two years ago and decided that some things,” he slammed into my ass particularly hard a few times, “in this town are just to good to leave, so they stayed.” I looked at the two men and realized that they weren’t that much older then me. In fact they looked like the frat boys I lusted over every day. One of them was about my height but was built like a football player, he had short blond hair sticking up under a baseball cap, as I watched he pulled his wife beater t-shirt over his head revealing pits bursting with dirty blond hair. The other was the perfect all American boy, about six foot with brown hair a strong jaw and swimmers body, he wore a black t-shirt and sweat pants which were beginning to reveal a sizable bulge. “How about you boys get naked and give this cumdumpster something to suck on while I give him the second load of his life.” A small part of my brain wondered why I was letting this happen, why I was pushing my ass back against this man I had met not three hours ago and had already blown a load in my, until then, 'condom-only' ass, but then I saw the blond boy (who I would later learn was Max) pull his jeans off revealing a pair of white briefs fit to bursting with a fact cock and stunning balls and I didn’t care any more. Tom was faster then Max and had already dropped his sweat pants before Max could pull off his underwear. Tom was like a mini version of Anthony, in fact he was probably what Anthony had looked like ten years prior, lithe and dark with thick patches of hair starting to grow together all of him. His cock was not as long as Anthony’s but it was certainly thicker. This all American boy was swinging not a bat but a can of Guinness, and all around the base and over his nice round balls was a thick dark bush. Max was much less hairy then the other two men, he had thick pit hair and incredibly hairy legs and ass, but other then that his torso was almost smooth. His nipples were a bright pink and his skin a pail white. His cock was probably eight inches long an nearly as thick as Anthony’s. Despite the sensible part of my brains warnings I knew as soon as I saw those two cocks that I needed them inside me and I knew I needed their loads in my cunt. Both men got down on their knees in front of me and pressed their cock to my lips. Obediently I opened my mouth and began trying to acuminate them both. Behind me Anthony had begun grunting and pounding like an animal and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Just as Tom began to force his cock deeper into my mouth Anthony grabbed my hips and slammed balls-deep into me. Once again I felt the astounding pulsations of his cock deep in my gut and then the rush of warmth as his cum filled-up my cunt. After a moment he pulled-out with a wet sloppy plop and staggered to his feet. Max wasted no time in sliding his cock into my gaping hole while Tom started to fuck my face. I gagged on the cock slamming against my tonsils while I bucked back on the cock ramming my ass. Although I couldn't see Anthony, I could hear him chuckling in the background. “Look at you now, being spit roasted by two former frat boys with two loads up your sweet cunt, when just this morning you had never been bred before. Are you having fun, boy?” “God yes,” I tried to answer around Tom’s insanely fat cock. All three of them laughed at the muffled sound and Tom redoubled his efforts and fucking my throat. Max’s cock had me writhing all over the place as he deep-dicked me, pulling almost all the way out before sliding it slowly back into my cum lubed hole again and again. But good as his cock felt I needed his load. “Tom, pull-out the boy’s mouth for a minute. I need him to be able to answer me.” Tom pulled-out of my mouth at Anthony’s bidding and moved behind me with Max. Anthony squatted down in front of me, his now half mast cock right in my face. Gently, he lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes. “You’re a good boy. Now, these two frat boys are gonna finish using you sweet new cunt pretty soon 'cause we don’t wanna wreck it too bad before your coming out party tonight. I’ve invited around fifteen guys to come over in an hour to breed your hole. There are no rules except that all loads must go in your cunt. Do you want those loads, boy? Do you want your load count to be at least eighteen tonight?” Max had changed from slowly sliding his cock back in each time to slamming his cock back up my cunt just as hard as he could. All that I could say between grunts of pleasure was “YES!” “Good boy, now Max, give the slut what he needs.” Max grunted savagely and started to jackhammer my hole. I could feel cum spewing from his dick inside of me, splashing against the walls of my cunt. No sooner was Max done then Tom was working his way inside me calling, “My turn.” Despite the vicious poundings I had received that day Tom’s beer can thick cock was still stretching my hole out even more. He pushed inside slowly but steadily, until the whole thing was inside and I could feel his pubes against my ass cheeks and his balls resting against mine. He held still for a moment before drawing back slowly and building up the pace of his fucking till he was like a jack rabbit who had just gotten out of jail. Max leaned in close and whispered to me, “Itn't Tom’s cock amazing?” “Fuck, yes.” “I love taking his cock.” “I can’t wait for his load!” “You’ll get it soon.” “God, I’ll be so loose then it’ll just drip out.” “You think you’re loose now? Just wait until we double-dick you." “You want my load, boy?” Tom said panting. “Please breed me! I need you load in my cunt!” “Yeah fucking pig.” Tom slammed balls deep again, stretching my hole just a little bit more to accommodate it’s base as shot after shot after shot of cum rocketed into my bowels. “Just wait pig, at the end of the night Max and I are going to make sure your cunt can handle whatever the world throws your way. “Put this in his ass,” Anthony came back into the room and handed Max a black butt plug, a really big black butt plug. Without hesitating, Tom pulled out of my ass and Max slammed the plug in to make up for the lack of cock inside of me. “Ok boy. You’ve got twenty minutes till your party guests get here. We’ll get you in the sing in a few minutes, but first I think there is something you should see.” He motioned to Max and Tom who helped me to shaky knees and led me down the hallway to another room…

It was back in the early 80ies when I was 14 and spent a summer vacation in my step uncle's house where I had to share the room with my 16 or 17 y.o. step cousin. In the first evening after going to bed he initiated to play doctor & client and performed an investigation on my dick, balls and ass. He put a finger into my hole, and it hurt a lot, and I asked him to stop. He took some vaseline and told me that this is the way they do it on young men upon entry to college, army, and whatever, and that I better get used to that. He slid his greasy finger back into my ass, and I really got used to it. So he did it for some minutes. After a while I asked him to switch and to let me be the doctor, but the only thing he did was to drop his boxers and show me his already mature cock, which was rock hard. Me being a little blond European boy, and him being a testosterone loaden Arab teen stud, I was amazed by the size of this organ, by all the black hair around it, and by the musky smell. He forced me to suck him for a few seconds, then turned me around and pinned me to the matress. I had no chance pysically to escape him, and I didn't want to arouse anything in the house. So I kept quiet while he entered my little virgin hole with his huge meat. He unloaded after a few thrusts. It was awful, hurt like hell, and I was bleeding. So I asked him to stop after I noticed that he had cummed. Nevertheless he came back to use me as his cum dump at least once every night from that day on. My ass felt like a raw steak and I was oozing his cumloads into my underwear during the entire vacation, but I got used to it. On my next stay some 1-2 years later (I was still quite boyish but more sexually developed) I found myself asking him to fuck me (hadn't been fucked meanwhile, but had a girlfriend who I screwed). He asked me whether I really like to get fucked, as if he couldn't believe, and I said yes. So he fucked me, and I really enjoyed it now and made him continueing after he shot again after a couple of thrusts. He filled me with 5 loads that night. The other day he invited some of his friends to come over and it ended up with all of them fucking my little white ass and seeding me with their hot arab jizz. This continued on some more occasions with the same or other guys. My step cousin sort of rented me to his friends. My estimation is that I took more than 100 loads during this second vacation.

here is the first part of the story, from the archives of the old bugshare: Father and Son Disclaimer: This story is presented as written by an unknown author and may have a basis in fact or may be totally fictional. Nothing herein is meant to suggest that anyone, under any circumstances, participate in, or solicit from, sex with anyone under the legal Age of Consent for Homosexual Acts in any jurisdiction. I had the most incredible sex last weekend. If it hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. I was about to leave work last Friday and decided to check online to see if there was anything worth fucking. I checked the local chat room and found several prospects, one of whom caught my eye. He was my type: mid-40s; 6'3"; 225; ex-football player; hairy chest and butt; 7 inches. He wanted to play and get fucked before his wife and son got home. Only thing was—he didn't have a pic. That usually constitutes an automatic "No No." But I was I was feeling extra horny and decided to swing by. Was I in for a surprise! Contrary to my expectations, he was much better-looking than he'd described—a brick shithouse with a muscular build, furry chest, mustache, and a day's worth of facial growth—a hot looking Daddy to be sure! He answered the door dressed only in shorts and ready to play, escorted me to the couch, got me a beer, and almost tore off my clothes! While he went down on me, I flicked his Nips, and felt my way down to his Shaft—not as long as mine but definitely a Keeper. I reached behind to his hairy Ass. His furry Butt seemed to tremble as I explored his Anus. I lubed a couple of fingers with spit and pushed in to see how receptive he'd be to fucking. The Dude seemed hungry enough. I sunk my fingers in to the knuckle. When he came up for air, I raised his cumly legs to my shoulders, and spit on his Mancunt to make it more hospitable. Just as I was about to take the plunge, he suggested I wear a Condom. Now what's the sense of that? I told him to try and take my Cock first since he hadn't been fucked in ages. I slowly let my bare Cock slide up his Ass, and—Boy—did he wiggle and squirm! I started off slowly to let him get adjusted and hungrier for more. Works every time. Get 'em used to you before you start bruisin' and abusin'. Once he was primed, I went in for the Kill—pounded his Hole like he there was no tomorrow. He loved submitting to a guy bigger than he. You could tell he had been yearning to let his Bottom Side hang out. The closer I got, the more impudent my thrusts, till I blew my Charged Load. The idea of breeding this married Dude on own couch sent me over the edge. He felt me spasm and clenched up to stop me. That never works. He asked me if I'd Cum? "Yes," I nodded. He seemed OK with that, no doubt ASSuming I was NEG. I wrapped my lips around his Rod; and seconds later his hot, creamy Load slid down my throat. We settled back onto the couch with our beers, and he said his son would soon be home. As I dressed, he remarked, crestfallen, that he'd hoped I'd stick around. "Won't that be awkward for your Boy?" "No. I'd like to see you fuck him" I was floored, but the suggestion got me rock hard. In walked the Kid in shorts and tee, sweaty from the gym. At 19, he was drop-dead gorgeous—6', 200, chiseled face and bod, dark hair, and slight body hair. You could tell he shaved more than his face or he'd have been a Man's Man like his Dad. Dad introduced us and called him over. I tried to zip up, but Dad positioned Junior over my Crotch and told him suck my Meat. A little shy at first, he did as he was told. Daddy helped peel off his sweaty underwear. Nice Cock on Junior, too—longer than his Dad's—but not as thick. His Ass was a perfect Bubble Butt, and you could tell one place he didn't shave—thick and furry—like his Old Man. After he'd scarfed Dad's Ass Juices off my Cock (little did he suspect where It'd been a few moments before), Dad turned his progeny around, confronting me with the sweetest "Virgin" Rosebud (any Pussy that is NEG is "Virgin" to me). I'd plied his Mancunt same as I'd done his Dad, but figured I didn't have to beat around the bush, so I went in for the Kill. The Kid was a bit taken aback when I plowed my diseased Shaft up his Ass in one abrading thrust, but Dad had obviously tutored the Boy well and reassured him it was okay. "Just let the Nice Man fuck you, P.J," was his phraseology. I wasn't gonna last long with the Kid, so when I was ready to shoot I gave his Dad a wink and released my POZ Jizm deep inside P.J's NEG Gut. Likewise Daddy shot what may have been the last NEG Load of his Queer Career down Junior's throat. After we finished, we let the Youth sit down, and I went down on him as Daddy jerked him into my waiting mouth. As I dressed I told them what a hot time I'd had and how I'd like to do it again someday soon. Daddy walked me to the door as P.J. sat there fucked and filled and smiling from ear to ear. I gave him my number, and he told me he'd call me the next time wifey was out of town. Glancing at Junior, I replied I'd really like that. What I really meant was, how incredibly hot it would be to POZ both Dad and Son and, indirectly, Mommy, too!