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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!"

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.

I love being bred by men that are ugly/unattractive. My pig hole craves their loads even though I don't even want the men. Looking to chat with other men who are into this same thing. OINK

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

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

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

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.

Another great story Toon!

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

Great start Cutebttmguy! Hope you have more for us soon. Anxious to hear about your first experience with parTyin!!

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

I went downstairs to the computer, leaving Brad a sobbing mess on the bed, but not before ramming a large plug up his ass. It was big too, thicker than my cock. I loved the new screams from Brad as I shoved it in him with no mercy. Once online I wasted no time placing as many adds online as I could. Craigslist, bbrt, a4a, recon etc. If that slut wanted bareback, then he was about to get it! The adds were basically the same. Breed My Boy! 18 y/o cumdump begging for any and all loads. Hiv a plus! Fill the little pig up with toxic waste. The dirtier the better! NO COCK REFUSED! From now until....? That, with a few nasty pics should be all I need to get people's attention. And it certianly was! In under an hour I had 4 responses, more would come in through the night. I promptly replied to every one, simply giving my address and telling them to be quick. The first of what would be 23 men arrived shortly. He was sick, you could tell. He was probably handsome when he was younger, but not now. I took him upstairs to a gagged and hooded Brad. (Didn't want them to hear his protests!) The man stripped, and I shuddered at his thin body. He fingered Brad's hole as he stroked his cock hard. Without a word, he just climbed on top and stuck it in. Brad tried to voice his objection, shaking his head. "You sure he wants this?" Asked the man? "Oh yes." I assured him. "This is part of his "fantasy", to pretend he's being raped." The sickly man pounded Brad for a solid 10 minutes before unloading God knows what into him. The next man to arrive was younger, healthy looking, but assured me he was viral and not on meds. He had a long pinky nail that he used to further bloody up Brad's cunt before he shoved his nice 8 inch cock in the teenager. He fucked Brad good and hard before dumping another dirty load in him. After the 3rd guy had fucked him, Brad quit fighting and just took it. He didn't have a choice anyway! By sunrise, the last man had finished his duty punishing Brad, and I took down the ads. I grabbed his old backpack, stuffed it full, and stuck a hundred dollar bill into a pocket. Then I untied Brad, retied him, and carried him down to the garage, throwing him in the trunk. I drove around a while, till I found a nice secluded alley downtown. I opened the trunk and pulled a barely conscious boy out and dropped him on the ground with his pack. Then I untied him, and left him naked, pulling away as I watched a dirty homeless man approach him, unzipping his pants. I laughed as I drove away. Epilogue About a year later I happened to be driving down town when I saw a dirty, disheveled young man sitting in front of an abandoned building. Sure enough, it was Brad. He recognized my BMW as I pulled over. I walked up to him, threw 5 bucks in his face, spit on him and walked away.

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!

Logan McCree makes me go weak in the knees.

Shane had worked out that "Tank" on Grindr was one of the guys in his football team, but not which one. They had been exchanging messages for several weeks, but Tank had not revealed his identity, and Shane had not revealed his. Most of it was trying to work out a time and place where they could hook up. And finally. Shane could host and Tommy was available. Tommy said he'd be over in twenty minutes. It seemed like hours went by as Shane waited to see who would show up. He had never met "Tank" nor even spoke to him outside of Grindr messages. Part of him hoped Tank would turn out to be Danny Hamline, the RB; or Jared Dzubenko, who played at halfback. He didn't realistic think it would be any of those guys, but most of the guys were at least somewhat attractive to him. He didn't like it that he thought of other guys on his team that way. As the minutes ticked by, it was all he could do keep himself from starting to jack. He got a message on Grindr. "I'm outside," and his heart started beating faster. "It's open. Come on up," he texted back. After some agonizing seconds crawled past, he heard someone approaching his door. Then, there was pause, followed by three knocks. Shane slid off the bed where he had waited and walked to the door. He felt funny when he walked; his body was surging on adrenaline, anticipation, curiousity to see which team mate, and above all, horniness and an urgent need for release from his now erect and throbbing cock. For weeks, the mystery had been dogging him, and he was finally going to find out the identity of his fellow dick-loving teammate. He opened the door. When he saw who was on the other side, his first thought was the whole thing had been a big mistake. Shane was a wide receiver, and as such, he needed to be fast. He worked out daily, ran, and avoided any form of processed sugar. He was 6 feet and 200 lbs of lean muscle and 2% body fat. He did not want to carry around even an ounce of extra weight that would slow him down. He even kept his hair clippered short. Tommy was his opposite number; as a Defensive Tackle, he was almost 300 pounds of body mass that could move with surprising quickness and agility. He was just about the last guy Shane would have guessed was on the other side Grindr, and one of the last he would have wanted. He remembered the pool party at the end of summer football camp, seeing Tommy walking around with his big, smooth pale white belly. Tommy quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a Green Bay Packers cap that pinched the thick dirty blond hair that fell sloppily past his ears. He had on a zippered gray hoody and a pair of practice shorts that fell past his knees; and a pair of size 14 shoes. "Never would've guessed," he said. "You still want to do this?" Even though he was disappointed to see big, dopey Tommy Holloman and not one of the hot guys, Shane was too horny to back down. His hardon felt like it was ready to explode out of his pants. "Yeah, man," he heard himself say. After all, a BJ was a BJ. He'd been sucked off by both girls and guys, he could just close his eyes and think of someone else if it came to it. Tommy pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was a mighty think piece of meat, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. He fondled himself with one hand and pointed to it with the other. "Suck it." This was not how Shane had thought it was going to go down. He had always imagined Tommy's hungry mouth sucking him off; he was no cock-sucker. Tommy read the hesitation in him, "I don't know what you were expecting, but I came here to get my cock sucked. Maybe I should just go, if you're not gonna give me what I came here for." "I never done it before," Shane said. "It ain't hard," said Tommy, working himself a little bit so that the big mushroom head of his hardening cock waved in the air, like a cobra focusing on its victim before striking. "You guys always act like there's some magic trick to it. But allyou gotta do is put it your mouth and work it. Ain't you ever been sucked off before?" Shane nodded involuntarily. "Just do me like them guys did you," Tommy pulled his shorts down further, and Shane now saw the jumbo sized eggs in his hairy ballsack. Shane got on his knees and looked at the thick, reddish organ in front of him. He had never sucked dick and he didn't know if he could even get one of this thickness into his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the head of the thing into his mouth. It tasted like skin and sweat. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad, Shane thought. He'd try to get Tommy off quickly, spit out his semen, and then jack himself with porn after Tommy left. "You can take more than that," Tommy said, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his head further along down his shaft. He felt Tommy's big belly against his forehead as he struggled and choked against the meat. Tommy groaned. "That's it, you're doing it. Feels good." Shane could feel the cock in his mouth grow thicker, and the thick vein at the bottom swelled. "He must be getting close to cumming," Shane tought. It would be over soon. Then Tommy groaned and pulled his dick out of Shane's mouth. For a second, Shane thought he was just going to cum on the floor. Instead, Tommy ordered him. "Take your clothes off and get in the bed." Shane was about to protest, this was going so much farther than he wanted it to. Tommy was kicking off his shoes and throwing his shorts to the floor. "Come, on man, we can have so much more fun in bed. Take your fucking clothes off." Tommy was fully naked now, the massive bulk of his body almost glowing. His dick, big as it was, had fidsappeared under the overhang of his belly. "I don't know," Shane began to say. He searched his mind for some excuse. Tommy grunted. He grabbed onto Shane from behind and wrapped his massive arms around his torso. One hand slid down and worked open the front of Shane's cargo shorts. Tommy's big paw fondled his erection. "You want to do this," Shane told him. "I seen you in the locker room. I seen you in the showers. I've thought about you for a long time." Shane felt his breath on his neck and it made his skin tingle. Tommy squeezed his cock again and he felt a spasm of pleasure shoot from his balls and up his back. What the fuck, it was sex. Tommy began to lift his t-shirt off over his head and Shane pulled down his cargo shorts.

I need to know that I'm clean. If I have any doubts I'm not clean I won't do it, even if it means missing a too-good-to-be-true opportunity. I try to set up something for later then which often means no date as the top wants to fuck now, not some time later or tomorrow. I hate the smell and I feel embarrassed when something happens. Sometimes you think you're clean as a whistle and still something happens. I no longer enjoy the fuck at all when that's the case and just want to leave. Even when the top says he doesn't mind.

I'm a slut by nature. Before I met my (one and only - so far) partner I was cruising the park every night looking for dick as soon as I had the opportunity to do so. When I met my (ex-)partner he had just been circumcised (at age 27) and we couldn't have sex. It was too painful for him. A few months later in the relationship I found out he had an extremely low sex drive while mine was sky high. I could go at it every day while he could go without for months. And he was vanilla, very vanilla. I'm not really into really kinky sex and compared to others here on BZ I would probably be called vanilla too but I don't mind it a bit rougher and inventive and most of all lots of it. I tried to be patient and stay faithful but I just couldn't. My partner was very goodlooking, successful and a lot richer than I was (I was a poor student) but the urge to suck dick and get fucked was too high and I went back to cruising when the need for seed was too much and I couldn't get it at home. His low sex drive was only one of the reasons of the inevitable break-up but still a major part. I couldn't see myself living with that for the rest of my life and he was not the type to agree to a more open relationship. When I was officially single again I went for it full force and went crazy taking as many dicks and loads as I could get. I was one of those guys in the clubs who went home to get fucked by whoever was still available and remotely attractive when the lights turned on (and after that still went cruising at 4-5am in the park looking for more dick). I then realised that was what I wanted and needed, even if it meant not having a significant other. I'm older now and no longer the sexy young guy with the perfect bubble butt (that, with my good looks and having a fat 7" being the main attraction in the cruising park) but I'm still a slut and at it whenever I can and luckily there are still plenty who want my hole or mouth!

Raw. I was 15, he was 37 and didn't ask what I wanted or not. Shot his load in me twice

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

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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!

Day one and we are off to a good start 26 cocks, 5 fist, and 8 loads. Also fucked 5 holes myself. Let us see what night two holds

I want to be one of your boys so I can take the test I would fly with flying colors I would wager.

That's hot! Just the way I like it.

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.

brilliant writing style. hot as fuck. digging this story with my cock in my hand. nice!